Post by Spike Kane on Aug 31, 2007 8:33:47 GMT -6
The scene opens up on the front of a restuarant. It's some fancy Italian place, from the sign aboe the door. It's night time, and typically it's raining. The rain beats down hard on the restuarant and the buildings around it. A flashy sports car pulls up outside the restuarant and a valet runs to the door with an umbrella. He allows the passenger to get out and hands her the umbrella before running around to let the driver out, handing him a seperate umbrella before driving off with the car to park it. Suddenly a loud disturbance can be heard as a huge pick up truck, covered with mud from driving off road pulls up, heavy metal blasting from it's sound system. The truck pulls to a stop outside the restuarant. The valet's share worried looks before one runs forwards with an umbrella. The music stops as the truck door swings open, hitting the valet in the face. A mans teps from the truck, his military boots hitting the wet floor, as the camera pans up we see a man wearing camo motife cargo pants and an old "Spike Kane" xwf t-shirt. Spike looks at the man on the floor and smirks, dropping the keys to him. He then turns around and walks right up to the restuarant door. The camera follows and we see the Host standing there, giving Spike a dirty look.
Host: Ello...can I...help you?
Spike walks right up to the table, his tattoes, long hair, and scruffy look obviously offensive to the the Host and other customers. Spike stands there cockily, he flicks a bit of his hair back as he looks the Host up and down before talking.
Spike: Yeah...I guess you could Mario. I'm Spike Kane, I'm pretty sure I'm expected.
The host fumbles with some paperwork and menus, like they usually do, however is rather nervous about it. Obviously somebody either very rich or very powerful is expecting Spike Kane.
Host: Mr Kane, if you would please follow me, I'll show you to your table.
The guy leads the way and Spike follows, smirking at the people who look at him funny. He looks down at one table, a snobby couple are sharing some food, like in lady and the tramp they both suck on some spaghetti, meeting in the middle. Spike leans over, a look of disgust on his face.
Spike: That's so unhygenic!
The couple look deeply offended as Spike shakes his head in disgust and laughs as he walks off. He catches up with the Host who stands infront of a small bay. A person is sitting in the far corner and we cannot see their face due to the darkness. This is intentional obviously.
: The lighting is neccesary I'm afraid Mr Kane. Ever since your meteoric entrance into the nCw it appears the cameras have been following you everywhere. Not that I blame them of course...
Spike slides into the bay and sits nearer the light, he rubs a hand over his goatee as he sits, one elbow on the table.
Spike: Whatever floats your boat, each to their own, and all that crap. Hey...waitor, I'll have a beer...yeah?
A nearby waitor panics and nods his head as he runs off. Spike turns back to the mystery man.
Spike: Now...I don't know why you asked me to come to this snobfest of a craphole. But I'm here, so what's on your mind?
: I simply asked you here to make sure everything was set, to make sure your in the right frame of mind and to make sure your prepared.
Spike: I understand, I mean trust is an issue in this business. There's been many times people have completley screwed me over because I put my trust in them, and yeah...there's been more times when I've screwed people over when they've put their trust in me. But that's whats so great about being The Spiked One. I can do what I want..
: Within reason...
Spike shakes his head and gestures as if to say "Well duh!" The waitor now suddenly shows up with a pint glass and a bottle of Budweiser. The waitor goes to pour the drink.
Spike: Woa...what the hell? Luigi, get the hell out of here.
The waitor runs off and Spike smashes the glass off the wall, before taking a swig of the beer.
: What're you doing?/color]
Spike: They smash their stuff when they're done don't they? Because they're too lazy to wash up..
: That's Greece...
Spike: Who cares.
: I do hope this attitude does not carry over to your in-ring and associated activities.
Spike: Listen here pal. I'm The God of Xtreme, and nobody does what I do better than me. I can tear a man to peices with my own hands, with my own words, and I'm the most intuitive person you'll ever come across in a wrestling ring. And yes, contrary to popular belief...I am quite the intellectual. I know my way around this business better than most people know their own parents.
Spike takes a big swig of his beer before placing it down on the table and leaning back.
: So your confident that you can defeat The Violent One, come Road to the Gold?
Spike: There's no competition. Victor hasn't even shown his face since Leonard Fox booked him against me. He's probably sitting at home rocking back and forth knowing he's going up against one man he'll never defeat one on one. Actually he's probably been at the store trying to pick out a nice pair of overalls, because let's face it he doesn't stand a chance against me. I'm at my prime, I've already defeated one of the slated future World Champions. I defeated TVO when I was in a slump, so how can he possibly feel about going against me at full tempo?
Spike takes another sip, obviously pleased with what he had tp say.
: You have a point, Victor has not shown himself yet. But how do you know he is not spending his time training? Watching matches, lifting weights, learning your tech-
Spike: -Yeah yeah, other generic crap right. How do I know that? Because I know TVO, he's a lot like me, and if he had something to say, he'd say it. He'd be there infront of the camera telling the world how he thinks he can defeat me, and how great it'll be when he disproves Mr Leonard Fox. Yet, we're smarter than that. I don't train on camera, well...occasionally, the idea is to not let your opponent see your hand. If your playing poker, and you show your hand, they won't bet big and you'll lose out. Yet if you keep it close to your chest, and play cleverly, they'll bet big, and thats when you take them out.
: And the Empire, what about the rumours that are being spread about you?
Spike chuckles.
Spike: Rumours will always exist, even without several tv shows crammed with them. Rumours existed before the internet was even created. Rumours begin backstage and spread to the fans, the fans then go absolutley crazy and they spread even further, untill of course, they come back to the people they were made about. Most people would prove or disprove the rumour as soon as they heard it. Yet me, I like to play around a little. I like to make people sweat a little. How do you think the roster are feeling, knowing that the most dangerous man alive could be teaming up with the most clever man alive. It's quite a scary thought really isn't it? But so is the flipside, what if we fought. Oh man, the war would be intense, people would be used in the crossfire and they'd all suffer, because myself and Ortega...we're two of a kind, doomed to fight or befriend...no other option. Kinda like Marmite, you either love it or you hate it. I don't know what the Empire has planned, but I'm pretty sure we'll all find out come Road to the Gold.
: You don't need to treat me like an interviewer Spike. I'm just here to make sure your update, as I said. Plans change on a regular basis, and now I know your ready for the Road to Gold, plans can go on, your plans to become World Heavyweight Champion, Xtreme Champion...they lay out infront of you now, and of course a fork in the path will come where you make your choice.
Spike runs a hand through his hair, obviously trying not to get too into the conversation.
Spike: Ok Yoda, let me tell you this. You might know whats going down in the near future, but so does most of the World. They know that I'm going into RttG on sunday, and I'm gonna make Mommy One proud when here son becomes the official nCw Janitor, just like Daddy One used to be. Then, as we all know, I'm going to carve a brutal and bloody path through the nCw untill I get what I want, no matter who's at my side and who isn't...we clear?
: Crystal...
Spike downs his beer and slams the bottle back down onto the table. He then gets up and heads out of the restuarant, past many confused and worried patrons. The Host flinches as he comes near him. but Spike walks right on out of the establishment. The valet who took his car spots him and heads off in earnest, within seconds driving Spike's truck back up to the front. Spike stands on the sidewalk in the rain waiting. The valet runs around and overs him an umbrella, but Spike throws him on the floor before dropping twenty dollars ontop of the man, who is now laying in a puddle. The money follows him in and is soaked in seconds. Spike chuckles as he climbs up into his truck, instantly the music comes blaring out of the truck once again. Spike reverses up the street before wheelspinning in his customized pick up and speeding down the street, making sure to drive through a puddle as the couple he interrupted earlier step out. The ensuing splash covers them as well as the valets standing outside. Spike drives off, as music and laughter cna be heard from his truck.....-Scene end.
Host: Ello...can I...help you?
Spike walks right up to the table, his tattoes, long hair, and scruffy look obviously offensive to the the Host and other customers. Spike stands there cockily, he flicks a bit of his hair back as he looks the Host up and down before talking.
Spike: Yeah...I guess you could Mario. I'm Spike Kane, I'm pretty sure I'm expected.
The host fumbles with some paperwork and menus, like they usually do, however is rather nervous about it. Obviously somebody either very rich or very powerful is expecting Spike Kane.
Host: Mr Kane, if you would please follow me, I'll show you to your table.
The guy leads the way and Spike follows, smirking at the people who look at him funny. He looks down at one table, a snobby couple are sharing some food, like in lady and the tramp they both suck on some spaghetti, meeting in the middle. Spike leans over, a look of disgust on his face.
Spike: That's so unhygenic!
The couple look deeply offended as Spike shakes his head in disgust and laughs as he walks off. He catches up with the Host who stands infront of a small bay. A person is sitting in the far corner and we cannot see their face due to the darkness. This is intentional obviously.
: The lighting is neccesary I'm afraid Mr Kane. Ever since your meteoric entrance into the nCw it appears the cameras have been following you everywhere. Not that I blame them of course...
Spike slides into the bay and sits nearer the light, he rubs a hand over his goatee as he sits, one elbow on the table.
Spike: Whatever floats your boat, each to their own, and all that crap. Hey...waitor, I'll have a beer...yeah?
A nearby waitor panics and nods his head as he runs off. Spike turns back to the mystery man.
Spike: Now...I don't know why you asked me to come to this snobfest of a craphole. But I'm here, so what's on your mind?
: I simply asked you here to make sure everything was set, to make sure your in the right frame of mind and to make sure your prepared.
Spike: I understand, I mean trust is an issue in this business. There's been many times people have completley screwed me over because I put my trust in them, and yeah...there's been more times when I've screwed people over when they've put their trust in me. But that's whats so great about being The Spiked One. I can do what I want..
: Within reason...
Spike shakes his head and gestures as if to say "Well duh!" The waitor now suddenly shows up with a pint glass and a bottle of Budweiser. The waitor goes to pour the drink.
Spike: Woa...what the hell? Luigi, get the hell out of here.
The waitor runs off and Spike smashes the glass off the wall, before taking a swig of the beer.
: What're you doing?/color]
Spike: They smash their stuff when they're done don't they? Because they're too lazy to wash up..
: That's Greece...
Spike: Who cares.
: I do hope this attitude does not carry over to your in-ring and associated activities.
Spike: Listen here pal. I'm The God of Xtreme, and nobody does what I do better than me. I can tear a man to peices with my own hands, with my own words, and I'm the most intuitive person you'll ever come across in a wrestling ring. And yes, contrary to popular belief...I am quite the intellectual. I know my way around this business better than most people know their own parents.
Spike takes a big swig of his beer before placing it down on the table and leaning back.
: So your confident that you can defeat The Violent One, come Road to the Gold?
Spike: There's no competition. Victor hasn't even shown his face since Leonard Fox booked him against me. He's probably sitting at home rocking back and forth knowing he's going up against one man he'll never defeat one on one. Actually he's probably been at the store trying to pick out a nice pair of overalls, because let's face it he doesn't stand a chance against me. I'm at my prime, I've already defeated one of the slated future World Champions. I defeated TVO when I was in a slump, so how can he possibly feel about going against me at full tempo?
Spike takes another sip, obviously pleased with what he had tp say.
: You have a point, Victor has not shown himself yet. But how do you know he is not spending his time training? Watching matches, lifting weights, learning your tech-
Spike: -Yeah yeah, other generic crap right. How do I know that? Because I know TVO, he's a lot like me, and if he had something to say, he'd say it. He'd be there infront of the camera telling the world how he thinks he can defeat me, and how great it'll be when he disproves Mr Leonard Fox. Yet, we're smarter than that. I don't train on camera, well...occasionally, the idea is to not let your opponent see your hand. If your playing poker, and you show your hand, they won't bet big and you'll lose out. Yet if you keep it close to your chest, and play cleverly, they'll bet big, and thats when you take them out.
: And the Empire, what about the rumours that are being spread about you?
Spike chuckles.
Spike: Rumours will always exist, even without several tv shows crammed with them. Rumours existed before the internet was even created. Rumours begin backstage and spread to the fans, the fans then go absolutley crazy and they spread even further, untill of course, they come back to the people they were made about. Most people would prove or disprove the rumour as soon as they heard it. Yet me, I like to play around a little. I like to make people sweat a little. How do you think the roster are feeling, knowing that the most dangerous man alive could be teaming up with the most clever man alive. It's quite a scary thought really isn't it? But so is the flipside, what if we fought. Oh man, the war would be intense, people would be used in the crossfire and they'd all suffer, because myself and Ortega...we're two of a kind, doomed to fight or befriend...no other option. Kinda like Marmite, you either love it or you hate it. I don't know what the Empire has planned, but I'm pretty sure we'll all find out come Road to the Gold.
: You don't need to treat me like an interviewer Spike. I'm just here to make sure your update, as I said. Plans change on a regular basis, and now I know your ready for the Road to Gold, plans can go on, your plans to become World Heavyweight Champion, Xtreme Champion...they lay out infront of you now, and of course a fork in the path will come where you make your choice.
Spike runs a hand through his hair, obviously trying not to get too into the conversation.
Spike: Ok Yoda, let me tell you this. You might know whats going down in the near future, but so does most of the World. They know that I'm going into RttG on sunday, and I'm gonna make Mommy One proud when here son becomes the official nCw Janitor, just like Daddy One used to be. Then, as we all know, I'm going to carve a brutal and bloody path through the nCw untill I get what I want, no matter who's at my side and who isn't...we clear?
: Crystal...
Spike downs his beer and slams the bottle back down onto the table. He then gets up and heads out of the restuarant, past many confused and worried patrons. The Host flinches as he comes near him. but Spike walks right on out of the establishment. The valet who took his car spots him and heads off in earnest, within seconds driving Spike's truck back up to the front. Spike stands on the sidewalk in the rain waiting. The valet runs around and overs him an umbrella, but Spike throws him on the floor before dropping twenty dollars ontop of the man, who is now laying in a puddle. The money follows him in and is soaked in seconds. Spike chuckles as he climbs up into his truck, instantly the music comes blaring out of the truck once again. Spike reverses up the street before wheelspinning in his customized pick up and speeding down the street, making sure to drive through a puddle as the couple he interrupted earlier step out. The ensuing splash covers them as well as the valets standing outside. Spike drives off, as music and laughter cna be heard from his truck.....-Scene end.