Post by Angel on May 13, 2013 12:29:25 GMT -6
A long and dark road sits before me. My hands grip the steering wheel of my 1967 Chevrolet Impala, all black...
A smile works it's way across my face as I take a moment to just enjoy the luxuries which life has afforded me, but the smile quickly fades as the nightmare that lays ahead worms it's way back inside my mind...
For years I wandered the back roads of this beautiful country of ours. Wrestling in gyms, bars, backyards, pretty much anywhere that had a ring. I found success here and there but never like I found it in New Championship Wrestling...
It was on a night just like this one that I found my path. On a cold and lonely night I turned on the hotel television and saw a man killing himself in the center of a ring. He cared not for his own body, for that of his opponents, only victory mattered to him, only glory. With his crimson covered face he smiled as he ripped flesh from bone...
It was Spike Kane...
And I knew I had to face him...
That night I was on the phone with Leonard Fox and the rest is now history...
Once more I find myself on this dark road, traveling to an unknown destination because for the first time in years my future is no longer certain...
It used to be, no matter what, I knew I could come back to New Championship Wrestling. I knew I had a home to return to that would welcome me with open arms and blood curdling screams...
That time has passed. New Championship Wrestling now sits on death's door step and there is only one thing I have left to accomplish...
It truly is a long, hard road out of hell...
"It is hard to believe, is it not, Spike?"
I can feel the emotions of the millions watching at home, their terror mixed with excitement each time a street light temporarily lights my ghostly white face...
"That we actually have the chance to end our New Championship Wrestling careers in this way?"
A face that has caused more suffering than any horsemen of the apocalypse...
"I think back at the petty rivalry we once had, at our warring factions and I laugh. It was so foolish of us to fight over such a trivial thing as to who had the greater faction. When, in the end, all we really cared about was which one of us was truly better than the other? A question that has been left unanswered for far too many years, Spike."
A face that can only smile at the thought of the hell it is about to witness...
"I am not going to waste either of our times recounting what has come between us, all anyone needs to know is we do not like each other to the point of wanting to end one another's career. That is it. Anything else is just to fill time."
My breaks scream, it reminds me of those who have fallen before. The car stops and I turn to look you in the eye...
"I will admit to my excitement when you called out my name as the man you wanted to face at A Night to Remember. To be honest, I was praying you would challenge me. You see Spike, as much as we do not like each other, I have always respected your incredible ability to maim and torture the people you face in the ring. The symphony of screams you played on a nightly basis across this country is one of the few things that will put me to rest at night. This match is like a dream come true, right down to the possible career ending stipulation..."
My eyes close. I imagine the structure...
"Oh what joy it would bring me if your's was to come to an end, I will try, Spike, I promise you that."
My words hang. My flesh feels the inevitable pain that I will experience on Sunday. The rip of the wire. The burn of the fire. The tearing of the flesh. The warm sensation of the blood dripping down my face...
"A career so bright and full of equal victory and anguish would be an absolute treat for m to bring to it's inevitable fiery end..."
So much blood...
"A long time ago I promised I would save this company from men like you. In the time that has passed I have realized the error of my ways. There is no way to save New Championship Wrestling, not from the fate it earned for itself. However, I can make an offering. I can make a sacrifice. I can make..."
His blood.
"A martyr."
He lays before me a bloody and broken God with nothing left but his dying breath...
"I can give this company as well as it's fans the martyr it deserves. I can, on the day of the death of this great company, give to it one final gift. I can take it's God of Xtreme, remove him from his throne high above us, take his blood, take his flesh and offer one last final supper. Then as he lay bleeding out in the ring, inside a nightmare of his own creation, I can nail him up like our Lord before the salivating masses and give them something they will always remember. I can give them the end of the God of Xtreme, the end of the single greatest career in all of professional wrestling, I can give them the end of Spike Kane."
I see him so vividly. His bright vibrant aura slowly dimming, dying as he draws in his last breath and comes to the horrible realization that he will be hailed no more...
"You will be my parting gift the New Championship Wrestling, gift wrapped in barbed wire, topped with flames, a beautiful nightmare to behold for everyone who will be in attendance that night."
The God... The Legend... Will become nothing more than a myth...
"I have to be honest with you Spike, you deserve as much. There is nothing after A Night to Remember for me. New Championship Wrestling is my home, my kingdom, no other promotion, no other breed of competition will ever be able to match what I have found here. Regardless of how our match turns out I will not be stepping inside another ring after Sunday. I will not be wrestling any man after I wrestle you. So you see Spike, I have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, all I want is to see your face covered in blood, your skull cracked open, your bones broken, your body bruised, your life near it's end and you uttering the only thing I have ever wanted to hear you say..."
A myth that will eventually be nothing more than a forgotten God...
"All Hail... Savior X."
I grip the camera beside me with my right hand ever so gently and lift it up. I look deep into the lens, glaring coldly with black eyes into the heart and soul of Spike Kane...
"That is how our story ends, Spike, that is what lies for you at the end of this road. I promise you it will be every bit as legendary a end as you deserve, every bit the defining moment you wish for, it will be as painful an experience, as bloody a match as you have ever had. It will be a fitting end. But regardless... It will be a..."
The door creaks open on my 67' Impala. I place the camera on the dusty ground, the lens facing a a large yellow sign that reads..
"Dead End."
I turn the key, the engine roars to life. Sunday is the end of the road for both of us... But only one of us will walk away...
A smile works it's way across my face as I take a moment to just enjoy the luxuries which life has afforded me, but the smile quickly fades as the nightmare that lays ahead worms it's way back inside my mind...
For years I wandered the back roads of this beautiful country of ours. Wrestling in gyms, bars, backyards, pretty much anywhere that had a ring. I found success here and there but never like I found it in New Championship Wrestling...
It was on a night just like this one that I found my path. On a cold and lonely night I turned on the hotel television and saw a man killing himself in the center of a ring. He cared not for his own body, for that of his opponents, only victory mattered to him, only glory. With his crimson covered face he smiled as he ripped flesh from bone...
It was Spike Kane...
And I knew I had to face him...
That night I was on the phone with Leonard Fox and the rest is now history...
Once more I find myself on this dark road, traveling to an unknown destination because for the first time in years my future is no longer certain...
It used to be, no matter what, I knew I could come back to New Championship Wrestling. I knew I had a home to return to that would welcome me with open arms and blood curdling screams...
That time has passed. New Championship Wrestling now sits on death's door step and there is only one thing I have left to accomplish...
It truly is a long, hard road out of hell...
"It is hard to believe, is it not, Spike?"
I can feel the emotions of the millions watching at home, their terror mixed with excitement each time a street light temporarily lights my ghostly white face...
"That we actually have the chance to end our New Championship Wrestling careers in this way?"
A face that has caused more suffering than any horsemen of the apocalypse...
"I think back at the petty rivalry we once had, at our warring factions and I laugh. It was so foolish of us to fight over such a trivial thing as to who had the greater faction. When, in the end, all we really cared about was which one of us was truly better than the other? A question that has been left unanswered for far too many years, Spike."
A face that can only smile at the thought of the hell it is about to witness...
"I am not going to waste either of our times recounting what has come between us, all anyone needs to know is we do not like each other to the point of wanting to end one another's career. That is it. Anything else is just to fill time."
My breaks scream, it reminds me of those who have fallen before. The car stops and I turn to look you in the eye...
"I will admit to my excitement when you called out my name as the man you wanted to face at A Night to Remember. To be honest, I was praying you would challenge me. You see Spike, as much as we do not like each other, I have always respected your incredible ability to maim and torture the people you face in the ring. The symphony of screams you played on a nightly basis across this country is one of the few things that will put me to rest at night. This match is like a dream come true, right down to the possible career ending stipulation..."
My eyes close. I imagine the structure...
"Oh what joy it would bring me if your's was to come to an end, I will try, Spike, I promise you that."
My words hang. My flesh feels the inevitable pain that I will experience on Sunday. The rip of the wire. The burn of the fire. The tearing of the flesh. The warm sensation of the blood dripping down my face...
"A career so bright and full of equal victory and anguish would be an absolute treat for m to bring to it's inevitable fiery end..."
So much blood...
"A long time ago I promised I would save this company from men like you. In the time that has passed I have realized the error of my ways. There is no way to save New Championship Wrestling, not from the fate it earned for itself. However, I can make an offering. I can make a sacrifice. I can make..."
His blood.
"A martyr."
He lays before me a bloody and broken God with nothing left but his dying breath...
"I can give this company as well as it's fans the martyr it deserves. I can, on the day of the death of this great company, give to it one final gift. I can take it's God of Xtreme, remove him from his throne high above us, take his blood, take his flesh and offer one last final supper. Then as he lay bleeding out in the ring, inside a nightmare of his own creation, I can nail him up like our Lord before the salivating masses and give them something they will always remember. I can give them the end of the God of Xtreme, the end of the single greatest career in all of professional wrestling, I can give them the end of Spike Kane."
I see him so vividly. His bright vibrant aura slowly dimming, dying as he draws in his last breath and comes to the horrible realization that he will be hailed no more...
"You will be my parting gift the New Championship Wrestling, gift wrapped in barbed wire, topped with flames, a beautiful nightmare to behold for everyone who will be in attendance that night."
The God... The Legend... Will become nothing more than a myth...
"I have to be honest with you Spike, you deserve as much. There is nothing after A Night to Remember for me. New Championship Wrestling is my home, my kingdom, no other promotion, no other breed of competition will ever be able to match what I have found here. Regardless of how our match turns out I will not be stepping inside another ring after Sunday. I will not be wrestling any man after I wrestle you. So you see Spike, I have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, all I want is to see your face covered in blood, your skull cracked open, your bones broken, your body bruised, your life near it's end and you uttering the only thing I have ever wanted to hear you say..."
A myth that will eventually be nothing more than a forgotten God...
"All Hail... Savior X."
I grip the camera beside me with my right hand ever so gently and lift it up. I look deep into the lens, glaring coldly with black eyes into the heart and soul of Spike Kane...
"That is how our story ends, Spike, that is what lies for you at the end of this road. I promise you it will be every bit as legendary a end as you deserve, every bit the defining moment you wish for, it will be as painful an experience, as bloody a match as you have ever had. It will be a fitting end. But regardless... It will be a..."
The door creaks open on my 67' Impala. I place the camera on the dusty ground, the lens facing a a large yellow sign that reads..
"Dead End."
I turn the key, the engine roars to life. Sunday is the end of the road for both of us... But only one of us will walk away...