Post by Spike Kane on May 17, 2013 5:40:53 GMT -6
I sit with my legs crossed leaning back on my hands, my head bowed, just letting the moment wash over me. Collision ended merely hours ago, and I haven’t brought it upon myself to leave. I haven’t even got changed. I can feel what remains of the sweat slowly dribbling down my back, the coldness bringing a sense of haunting. The lights are all out bar the spotlight that shines down on me. I can feel the beat of my heart as I clench my fists, still holding that railroad spike in my hand, I take in a deep breath and I raise my head to see an image of him there staring back at me.
“You couldn’t do it. You never could...”
The enemy taunts me, and I let out a slight laugh of disbelief. I know the....thing standing before me is not Angel, for if it truly was Saviour X, I would not be sitting here now, not unless it was in a puddle of my own blood. I can feel the tension rising through my body as the threads in my mind begin to unravel. It’s been a while since I’ve felt a hatred so pure, a hatred like this....the last time....
“Was when I shoved that spike through your hand!”
I feel my mind flinch, but my body doesn’t move. The image I see before me, the twisted reflection of my dear brother, it isn’t real. I know it isn’t real. So why does my stomach turn? Why do my insides feel like they are revolting against me? I try to move my arm, so that I can support myself but my body doesn’t react, like it’s rebelling against me. It feels like every part of my body has become the enemy and nothing I can do will fix it.
“Because you’ve never been the man you sell yourself as!”
That’s when it hits me, his face leering at me from the past. The man who spent an unseemly amount of his time trying to create the perfect monster purely for that squared circle. It seems elaborate now, but it happened. The man who called himself my father, the man who caused the fractures in my mind......the man that Dr Riley Griffiths was supposed to rid my mind of....
“You’ll never get rid of me boy, I’m ingrained in your DNA, in your very soul!”
I slam my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but even with my eyes closed he’s still there. The demon from my past who has always haunted the burrows of my mind. I’ve spent a considerate amount of money, both my own and that of nCw’s and of course time trying to free myself of such demons, and just when you think you’re safe...
“Boom motherf**ker.....I’m right back in the pilot seat.”
No. It can’t be. I’ve fought too hard, too long, and given too much of myself to fall back into this. I’ve come so far over the years.....ever since I walked through those doors....
~~We fade almost greyscale like to an image of a younger Spike Kane walking into the Dallas office of nCw with Davey Boone looking all sleazy as usual with his arm around Spike and a contract in his hand.
Davey Boone: You see son, if you stick with Boone you’ll be a big star here in En Sea Dubya.
Spike Kane has the grin on his face that turned into a trademark for him. Looking down at the contract with a sneer as he looks back up at Boone.
Spike Kane: Boone, you got some serious reconfiguration that needs to be going on here. I’m not just some roster booster, you don’t sign me to try and fill the spots. You sign me to bring asses to the seats, to sell merchandising, and to put this company on the map!
Boone looks like he’s being pressured and doesn’t know what to do next, he pulls at his shirt collar a little. He obviously wants to sign Spike Kane, but doesn’t want to be pressured into a high stakes deal like nCw already had with Trent Helms.
Spike Kane: I tell you what Boone, you add fifteen percent of all merch sales and two more zeroes, and I guarantee I’ll be world champion within six months.
Spike was almost bouncing on the spot he was so full of himself, the bravado, the cockiness, it was all before the madness really took him, and oh what a ride he was about to take. The two end up shaking hands, and it wouldn’t be the last time that the devil that was Davey Boone tempted the God of Xtreme.
~~And we fade back to the ring, back to that single spotlight shining down on our hero. He still sits there with his legs crossed and his knuckles resting on the ground, his eyes closed as if full of remorse. The God of Xtreme squats in the middle of the nCw ring, as his life in this company flashes through his mind.
I barely remember him recruiting me, bringing me to this place. I barely remember stepping foot in here, because right off the bat it felt like home. It felt like a place where I could finally excel, where I could prove to the world that I am arguably one of the best wrestlers this world has ever seen......
“At the cost of your own family!”
What? Christian? I haven’t seen you in years....
“Ever since you beat me down in public, like the monster Dad made you into!”
No! I can’t slam my eyes closed any more than they already are. I haven’t even thought about my half brother for years, and that selfish realisation fills my mind with regret and pain. I remember bringing him into nCw, dragging him into my Empire and taking this company by storm. I feel my fists clench ever so tighter as I remember...
~~Flash! We’re in the hardcore barbed wire cage match where Spike Kane took on Jack Manson to win the National Championship. Blood trickles down both mens face, and Spike grins at Manson with a look that could make you sick, he’s thoroughly enjoying this, the blood, the mayhem, the carnage.
~~Flash back to Spike who falls forwards now, his palms protecting him from landing on the mat. He opens his eyes and looks down at the center of the nCw ring, a mixture of slight tears and sweat dripping from his chin as he does so. I feel the deep breaths coming from inside me, whatever is going on in my mind is having a horrible effect on me. I feel like there is some sort of war going on inside my head, when I looked down at the mat I see all the horrible things I’ve done to the people I work with....
...Davey Ortega...
…..Vertigo Dirtmurder....
….....Dr Pepper.......
…........Joe Everyman.....
….............Alex Jones.......
….................The Ace...........
Angel.
Wait. What? That hasn’t happened. I’ve fought Angel twice, and neither of these events have happened. I feel my palms turn to fists again and I feel the muscles in my neck tense up, I want to scream to let it all out, but something inside me stops, something inside me tells me that it will be ok.
Give in.
It’s not a voice.....or is it? I can’t even tell anymore. I’ve heard so many things over the years, been lead to do so many horrible things, to my friends, to my family, to my enemies. I’m a horrible human being, and I’ve become drastically aware of that, but I’ve never done anything to Angel that would warrant such......such depravity...
“No, but you plan on it”
I let a slight sigh out of my mouth and it turns into a brief chuckle, I begin to imagine all the things that I could do to Angel when I get him in the dragons den. I feel the smirk on my face spreading, I feel the anticipation in my bones growing and I feel myself slowly start to rise to my feet.
“You are the God of Xtreme”
I am the God of Xtreme, I am the man who single handedly put an end to the reign of ‘ultra-violence’ I’ve cut a bloody and violent path through this federation, but only one man has managed to avoid it, only one man has found himself outside of that wave of carnage.
“You feel it coming don’t you?”
I do feel it coming. Some people would call it the end of times, some people would call it the demise of a federation, others would call it the apocalypse. With my eyes open now I look up towards the spotlight, my fists still balled at my side, the tape from tonights match still wrapped around them, stained and dirty. I feel in my fingers the stains from the nights fight, after laying Phillip Burns down for the count for not the first time in my nCw career, but tonight took us one step closer....
“We’re becoming one”
Yes. My smile grows wider, and I look down at my blood soaked hands, opening the fists and seeing the palms stained with blood and dirt, stained with the lost hope of one of nCw’s longest serving veterans.
“And when you destroy Angel once and for all?”
The laugh begins in my chest, small at first, but it develops before it begins to echo all around the empty arena. My mind is full of images that await us all at A Night to Remember, the blood that will flow, the carnage that will reign, and the pure, undiluted suffering that will be held at these hands......I look down at my hands once more, before smirking towards the camera, looking right into your eyes.
“We’re coming for you Angel”
Hah......haha.......hahahahah..........hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
~Fade.
“You couldn’t do it. You never could...”
The enemy taunts me, and I let out a slight laugh of disbelief. I know the....thing standing before me is not Angel, for if it truly was Saviour X, I would not be sitting here now, not unless it was in a puddle of my own blood. I can feel the tension rising through my body as the threads in my mind begin to unravel. It’s been a while since I’ve felt a hatred so pure, a hatred like this....the last time....
“Was when I shoved that spike through your hand!”
I feel my mind flinch, but my body doesn’t move. The image I see before me, the twisted reflection of my dear brother, it isn’t real. I know it isn’t real. So why does my stomach turn? Why do my insides feel like they are revolting against me? I try to move my arm, so that I can support myself but my body doesn’t react, like it’s rebelling against me. It feels like every part of my body has become the enemy and nothing I can do will fix it.
“Because you’ve never been the man you sell yourself as!”
That’s when it hits me, his face leering at me from the past. The man who spent an unseemly amount of his time trying to create the perfect monster purely for that squared circle. It seems elaborate now, but it happened. The man who called himself my father, the man who caused the fractures in my mind......the man that Dr Riley Griffiths was supposed to rid my mind of....
“You’ll never get rid of me boy, I’m ingrained in your DNA, in your very soul!”
I slam my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but even with my eyes closed he’s still there. The demon from my past who has always haunted the burrows of my mind. I’ve spent a considerate amount of money, both my own and that of nCw’s and of course time trying to free myself of such demons, and just when you think you’re safe...
“Boom motherf**ker.....I’m right back in the pilot seat.”
No. It can’t be. I’ve fought too hard, too long, and given too much of myself to fall back into this. I’ve come so far over the years.....ever since I walked through those doors....
~~We fade almost greyscale like to an image of a younger Spike Kane walking into the Dallas office of nCw with Davey Boone looking all sleazy as usual with his arm around Spike and a contract in his hand.
Davey Boone: You see son, if you stick with Boone you’ll be a big star here in En Sea Dubya.
Spike Kane has the grin on his face that turned into a trademark for him. Looking down at the contract with a sneer as he looks back up at Boone.
Spike Kane: Boone, you got some serious reconfiguration that needs to be going on here. I’m not just some roster booster, you don’t sign me to try and fill the spots. You sign me to bring asses to the seats, to sell merchandising, and to put this company on the map!
Boone looks like he’s being pressured and doesn’t know what to do next, he pulls at his shirt collar a little. He obviously wants to sign Spike Kane, but doesn’t want to be pressured into a high stakes deal like nCw already had with Trent Helms.
Spike Kane: I tell you what Boone, you add fifteen percent of all merch sales and two more zeroes, and I guarantee I’ll be world champion within six months.
Spike was almost bouncing on the spot he was so full of himself, the bravado, the cockiness, it was all before the madness really took him, and oh what a ride he was about to take. The two end up shaking hands, and it wouldn’t be the last time that the devil that was Davey Boone tempted the God of Xtreme.
~~And we fade back to the ring, back to that single spotlight shining down on our hero. He still sits there with his legs crossed and his knuckles resting on the ground, his eyes closed as if full of remorse. The God of Xtreme squats in the middle of the nCw ring, as his life in this company flashes through his mind.
I barely remember him recruiting me, bringing me to this place. I barely remember stepping foot in here, because right off the bat it felt like home. It felt like a place where I could finally excel, where I could prove to the world that I am arguably one of the best wrestlers this world has ever seen......
“At the cost of your own family!”
What? Christian? I haven’t seen you in years....
“Ever since you beat me down in public, like the monster Dad made you into!”
No! I can’t slam my eyes closed any more than they already are. I haven’t even thought about my half brother for years, and that selfish realisation fills my mind with regret and pain. I remember bringing him into nCw, dragging him into my Empire and taking this company by storm. I feel my fists clench ever so tighter as I remember...
~~Flash! We’re in the hardcore barbed wire cage match where Spike Kane took on Jack Manson to win the National Championship. Blood trickles down both mens face, and Spike grins at Manson with a look that could make you sick, he’s thoroughly enjoying this, the blood, the mayhem, the carnage.
~~Flash back to Spike who falls forwards now, his palms protecting him from landing on the mat. He opens his eyes and looks down at the center of the nCw ring, a mixture of slight tears and sweat dripping from his chin as he does so. I feel the deep breaths coming from inside me, whatever is going on in my mind is having a horrible effect on me. I feel like there is some sort of war going on inside my head, when I looked down at the mat I see all the horrible things I’ve done to the people I work with....
...Davey Ortega...
…..Vertigo Dirtmurder....
….....Dr Pepper.......
…........Joe Everyman.....
….............Alex Jones.......
….................The Ace...........
Angel.
Wait. What? That hasn’t happened. I’ve fought Angel twice, and neither of these events have happened. I feel my palms turn to fists again and I feel the muscles in my neck tense up, I want to scream to let it all out, but something inside me stops, something inside me tells me that it will be ok.
Give in.
It’s not a voice.....or is it? I can’t even tell anymore. I’ve heard so many things over the years, been lead to do so many horrible things, to my friends, to my family, to my enemies. I’m a horrible human being, and I’ve become drastically aware of that, but I’ve never done anything to Angel that would warrant such......such depravity...
“No, but you plan on it”
I let a slight sigh out of my mouth and it turns into a brief chuckle, I begin to imagine all the things that I could do to Angel when I get him in the dragons den. I feel the smirk on my face spreading, I feel the anticipation in my bones growing and I feel myself slowly start to rise to my feet.
“You are the God of Xtreme”
I am the God of Xtreme, I am the man who single handedly put an end to the reign of ‘ultra-violence’ I’ve cut a bloody and violent path through this federation, but only one man has managed to avoid it, only one man has found himself outside of that wave of carnage.
“You feel it coming don’t you?”
I do feel it coming. Some people would call it the end of times, some people would call it the demise of a federation, others would call it the apocalypse. With my eyes open now I look up towards the spotlight, my fists still balled at my side, the tape from tonights match still wrapped around them, stained and dirty. I feel in my fingers the stains from the nights fight, after laying Phillip Burns down for the count for not the first time in my nCw career, but tonight took us one step closer....
“We’re becoming one”
Yes. My smile grows wider, and I look down at my blood soaked hands, opening the fists and seeing the palms stained with blood and dirt, stained with the lost hope of one of nCw’s longest serving veterans.
“And when you destroy Angel once and for all?”
The laugh begins in my chest, small at first, but it develops before it begins to echo all around the empty arena. My mind is full of images that await us all at A Night to Remember, the blood that will flow, the carnage that will reign, and the pure, undiluted suffering that will be held at these hands......I look down at my hands once more, before smirking towards the camera, looking right into your eyes.
“We’re coming for you Angel”
Hah......haha.......hahahahah..........hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
~Fade.
