Post by Spike Kane on Jun 10, 2008 12:58:53 GMT -6
“So once again it comes to my old friends. The very people I grew up with, the people who went through most of the same things I did when I was a kid…the people who got out, got themselves a nice loving family. Got everything I wanted. The people…who were the cause of my suffering.
Man revenge is fun”
The scene opens up inside one of the many Social Distortion limos. Spike Kane can be seen sitting rather uncomfortably looking out the window, donning a hoodie and a Gears of War baseball cap. His sister Freya sits on the opposite him with a big smile on her face as she sits happily devouring a chocolate bar. Suddenly Spike’s cell phone begins to ring. “The Way I Am” by Eminem plays briefly before Spike picks up the cell.
Spike: Yo dude.
Low mumbling.
Spike: Yeah I’m on my way now. He just said to all meet there, apparently he’s got a gym and stuff all set up for us.
More mumbling.
Spike: I know, who’d have thought Tyler had a house in Kentucky….Ok X, later bro.
Spike hangs up the cell and Freya puts down the chocolate, her eyes glazed a little.
Freya: Was that Jacky?
Spike: What? Who?
Freya: Um…Manson:, was that him?
Spike: No. That was Xavier, just clearing up the details of where we’re meeting.
Freya: How come we’re going to Tyler’s house?
Spike: Because it’s better than a hotel and it has everything we need to prepare for Picture Perfect.
Freya looks doubtful before Spike smirks, letting slip a small secret.
Spike: It’s got a pool…
Freya’s eyes light up and it looks like she’s going to start dancing before she settles back down to eating her chocolate. To the left of Spike is a small screen displaying the end of Xavier’s promo. A small smile plays across Spike’s face, but it seems to be one full of sorrow.
Spike: It’s amazing how many people in this business manage to raise their own families. Back in the day when I started out, it was unheard of. A girlfriend could cost you a match, a wife could prevent you from travelling…and kids? Kids could end your career. Yet it is the ultimate goal in life, to have a wife, to raise your own kids. To be proud of them and watch them grow up. My parents had that stolen from them when they were killed. I say killed…my father was murdered, and my mother committed suicide as a result. Leaving her four children…orphaned. What would happen to them? They’d be torn apart…Brad taken to America upon where he was adopted and treated like ****. Christian taken to an aunt and uncles where he lived pretty damn well, Freya…sent to an Asylum and me? ….well we all know my past. Especially the Holland brothers. Milo and Dave, because they ended up in the same place, a rather surreal twist of fate. To the more intelligent nCw fan, or fan of wrestling in general…they’ll know the history of the Kane and Holland families. How I grew up with two of my best and closest friends being the children of the very man who murdered my father.
It’s a sick world really isn’t it?
Spike slips his cap off and runs a hand through his hair before cracking his neck and placing it back on.
Spike: But family is where it seems to be. I watch the Fate Entertainment channel, and I see Xavier Williams with his son, my heart bleeds….Xavier is a man who knows the perils of this company, this business, he’s suffered himself at the hands of wrestling. But I see how Xavier looks at his son, much the exact same why I once looked at mine, and the same way I imagine my dear brother looked at his. Speaking of which, Brad has a new baby on the way. I guess that makes me Uncle Spikey again….I can’t even begin to explain how mixed my emotions are about that. I’d say it’s kind of a mixture of happiness and jealousy. On one hand I’m delighted that my brother has found happiness once more and will be blessed with another child. On the other, I have to hide my bitter resentment that he has it, and I don’t. It’s not a case of sibling rivalry, or the old “He has it, so I want it” chestnut. It’s just simple, a family is all I’ve ever wanted. All of this though? In the end it brings me to Dave Holland. Dave and his recently born son. Words couldn’t explain how happy I was for you Dave when you became a father, I thought to myself that it was another milestone in this game we call life that you had finally hit. Like making your first million, or winning a World Title…ok, so that one still eludes you, no biggie right?
Spike leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and both hands on his cap.
Spike: I’ve wanted to quote Kevin Spacey for a long time, but Dave….WROOOOONG!! winning a World Title is the thing that should be on every wrestlers mind. It is the pinnacle of excellence, the mark of a true legend. So you failed to beat Lance Ryan at Sovereign, it’s no big deal really, your not the first and most certainly not the last. Just ask Davey Ortega, he failed twice…in a row. Ok, so the second time was mainly my doing, but it would have happened anyway! So I guess….after you saying it wasn’t so, you have become the new Ortega. Because Dave, since your son was born…you’ve become a nothing, a nobody…your slowly sinking away into insignificance, and being one of the few men who has seen you rise up from nothing…it pisses me off. You have everything Dave, a brother who would die for you, a girl who loves you passionately, and now you have a son…….not to mention your surplus amounts of riches, but that’s beside the point. I have more money then I could ever need…I barely use it. In fact I think the most amount of money outgoing is Freya’s chocolate fund. But seriously Dave…it seems you do have everything, except for one major thing…a World Title to your name. I know you’ll probably shrug it off, come up with the same bull**** you always do. How you’re the greatest wrestler to never hold a world title. Please Dave, that’s like saying you’re the smartest kid with downs syndrome.
Spike sits back chuckling to himself a little at his choice of words.
Spike: Speaking of down’s syndrome, that brings me to Milo. Now Milo…me and you go way back dude, we’ve had some pretty damn cool times. But seriously….I think maybe Xcon must have hurt you too much in that cage match, because right when you get a good thing going, you throw it out the window. Take for example your National Title reign…what was it, one week? I mean I know you “beat” me to obtain it, probably your crowning achievement here in nCw as far as singles competition goes. Who’d have thought the Holland brother who HAS won a World Title, would end up losing to the likes of Joe Everyman, damn…I guess that puts you on the level of Mark Evil and John Anthony….fun huh? Milo…you need to stick around this time, because when you keep running off because your bored, or fed up of losing, it just makes you look like a giant emo kid. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of loses, hell..I lost at Sovereign too. I lost the tag team title match for which Brad STILL hasn’t forgiven me. Sunday certainly shall be fun Milo, with your ring rust, and your brother slipping down the slope made for the likes of Vertigo….it’ll just be another time where Social Distortion proves it’s dominance by taking out the so-called Legendary Tag Team, the Brothers Holland.
The limo takes a sharp corner and Spike slides a little on the leather before correcting himself.
Spike: Times have changed boys, facts have risen to the surface. There is no denying your father killed mine. In cold blood, call him a patriot, say it was for his country….it’s still murder. My father fought for what he believed in, he fought for his country, his family….for his children’s future. Your father snatched that away, from me, from Freya, from Christian and from Brad. We may not be on the same page…but at least that’s one thing that me and Brad will always agree on….Sunday, the Holland’s will fall. Social Distortion will rise to the challenge and defeat the first nCw Tag Team Champions….not only will that be an epic win for Manson and myself, not only will that force people to take us seriously…but it will be one step closer to us ourselves capturing the Tag Team Championships, Jack Manson and Spike Kane as Tag Team Champions? Now that’s not just a scary thought……that’s a prediction of the future!
The limo pulls into a small airport and Spike opens the door letting sunlight pour into the vehicle. Freya cackles as she shields her arms before climbing out after Spike, chocolate all around her mouth. A small jet awaits them and just ahead we can see Jack Manson stepping into the plane. Spike helps Freya out and tells her to walk to the plane before he goes around the back and grabs his bags. A worker tries to lift them for Spike, but Spike slaps his hands and picks his bags up himself.
Spike: Nobody has ever nursed me mate, and nobody ever will. I’m capable of doing it myself, so I will…I’m not a pompous ass.
Just as Spike turns another limo pulls up and Xavier Williams jumps out. Spike distinctively hears Xaviers own version of the conversation with his driver. With a small smirk Spike heads towards the Social Distortion jet. The scene then fades.
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Before reopening inside the very same jet but whilst it’s in the air. Flying through the clouds. Freya has her face up against the window, and I mean like right up against it her breath steaming up the window and everything with Rob Diamond and Maniac sitting ear her. Spike sits a little further down with Tyler, Xavier and Manson. Jack has his earphones on as he’s busy watching promos from several nCw superstars. Spike, Xavier and Tyler however are playing cards on a small table.
Xavier: Three card brag sucks...
Spike: You’d rather we played snap?
Xavier: Ha...ha...naw man, poker! Texas Hold ‘Em, for real money!
Tyler: You know poker is a lot like wrestling.
Spike: Oh man, shut up with that crap already. You’re starting to sound like Davey Ortega.
Tyler: It’s a valid point though. Bluffing, ante-ing up, all of it.
Spike: Xavier you can stab him any moment now.
Xavier: Oh, I suppose because I’m black I just carry a knife and stab people?
Spike: well you do carry a knife right?
Xavier: Tch! It’s a pen knife man, it even has a little pair of scissors on it. Can’t stab nobody with that.
Spike: It’s still a knife.
Xavier: Ok, you pedantic bastard, you win....and...straight flush!
Xavier places his cards down on the table. Tyler makes a face and flops his cards onto the table, Spike sneers and throws his onto the table.
Spike: I’m sure your cheating man...
Xavier: Dude...don’t even go there.
Spike: No I get it...you’ve been drinking Brawndo.
Xavier: No. Wait...what the **** is Brawndo!?
Spike: With Brawndo you can win at everything, even stuff you’re not supposed to win at...LIKE JUMPING, OR WAVING! BECAUSE YOU’LL BE SO ENERGETIC YOUR HANDS WILL MOVE SO FAST!
Xavier: Ok...
Spike holds up a can of Brawndo and smirks, giving a thumbs up quickly saying the following.
Spike: Brawndo is brought to you by the makers of Power Thirst (This is really a drink from the guys who made Powerthirst)
Xavier: Dude...off the energy drinks man. Your gonna be on a mad ass hypo all day now.
Spike: Pfft I don’t drink this ****. They just said they’d pay me to advertise it, and hey they make funny advertisements.
Tyler: That’s not why we’re here though boys.
Manson:: Finally, business talk.
Xavier: You’ve been listening this whole time?
Manson:: You really think I wanna sit here and listen to Sexy Jason’s dribble?
Xavier: Point taken.
Manson:: So, Xaviers gonna finally shut Angel up huh? Because dude, I’m seriously tired of his whining.
Spike: Angel lost and he just can’t handle it. When I beat Lance Ryan for the World title he didn’t bitch and complain....yeah it wasn’t what you’d call a “clean” victory, but Lance took it like a man, waited for the right time and now look at him. World Champion again. Angel just comes across as a little emo bitch.
Xavier: Say that again!
Tyler: But yes, in essence that is the plan. Xavier will teach Angel a lesson, THE lesson he’s been trying to teach him all month. That Xavier is the rightful X Division Champion, that he deserves that damn belt and Angel doesn’t compare. Just...Xavier....be careful.
Xavier: I can’t promise anything Tyler. I’ll do anything to prove my point and defend my gold.
Spike: Exactly man, thats how we do things!
Spike jump out of his seat and slaps a huge high five with Xavier who seems rather proud of himself.
Spike: Just like me and Manson, We’re gonna take it to the Hollands and we’re gonna break them, prove to the whole damn federation that the Maniac and The Spiked One are on the same DAMN page! You saw us last week...ok, so Lance never showed up...that’s Trent’s problem. And so too is the fact that Awesome saw a chance to all but cripple the Helmsian.
Manson:: Damn right Spike. We destroyed that idiot, who actually thought he could take us both on. People thought that we would be the team that broke, that didn’t gel. The whole world expected us to break down and be at each other’s throats....nobody suspected the World Champion to take the dirty road...but hey, I’m not complaining, a win is a win.
Spike: Uh-huh. Now people will be thinking the same thing, we’re not on the same page. The Holland’s are brothers they’ll destroy us. Screw that horsecrap...has anybody even seen the state Dave Holland has been in recently? And then...conveniently Milo shows up? Something stinks...and it isn’t just Maniac’s body odour.
Maniac: HEY!
Spike: The Holland’s haven’t wrestled together for a long time. Forget this whole “we’re brothers” crap. If a team doesn’t work as a team for even a week they lose a part of what makes them so good. Right now, Manson and me are on a roll. Technically last week we defeated Trent Helms and Lance Ryan. That’s what the match was billed as, and that’s what the win is billed as too. At Picture Perfect Tag Team Champions will be crowned, meanwhile in the tag team match that MEANS something, we’ll be toppling two time former tag champions....last week we went from a World Champion and a Number One Contender to....well, to two has-beens. The Holland’s are over and done, let’s face it.
Manson:: Couldn’t have said it better myself.
Tyler: Ok....the plane will be landing soon. Spike you still going to that dinner?
Spike sighs audibly, obviously irritated.
Spike: Yeah, I promised Megan...I think she wants me and Brad to smooth things over.
Manson:: Don’t go getting soft.
Spike: I won’t.
Tyler: I’ll make sure Freya and your bags get put in the right place. I’m sure she’ll be jumping into the pool first chance she gets.
Manson raises an eyebrow at the thought, but nobody seems to notice it. Then suddenly.
Freya: POOL!! You said pool!! Woooooo, I can’t wait to splish splash...oh..oh..OH!! CAN WE HAS BUBBLES!?!?
Spike slaps his palm to his face as the scene fades once more.
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The scene reopens on a kind of fancy restaurant. A hostess stands at the podium seating customers and waiters and waitresses rustle past. Spike Kane walks in dressed slightly more presentable than normal. He has a Spike Kane t-shirt on, with a suit jacket over it. He walks up to the hostess who looks him up and down, a little disapprovingly, but blatantly attracted. Spike fixes his jacket.
Hostess: Can I help you sir?
Spike: Yeah...I’m ugh..meeting some...people here. I believe they have a table for three under the name Kane?
Hostess: I’m afraid we don’t have that reservation....
Spike: Great. So they make me dress up like a prat and come out here for nothi-
Hostess: I do however have reservation under that name for four.
Spike: Oh...I guess they must have brought Lilly with them...
Hostess: This way...sir.
She leads the way to the table where Brad, Megan and some random women are sitting. Spike is taken aback by the women’s beauty as he approaches. Her jet black hair setting off her slightly slinky dress. She turns around as Spike approaches Megan gets to her feet and hugs Spike.
Megan: Thanks for coming Mike. This is my good friend River, River Maddison. River this is Mike, Brad’s brother...or Spike as everybody calls him.
River stands up and extends her arm to Spike. Spike takes it and kisses it, like some kind of gentleman. Brad chuckles a little under his breath.
River: Pleasure to meet you.
Spike: Pleasure’s all mine.
Brad snorts trying to stifle his laughter, as Megan, River and Spike sit down. Spike and Brad make eye contact, and the anger can be seen cleanly.
Megan: So how was your flight?
Brad: yeah, didn’t Tyler fly you on some private jet on the companies expense?
Spike: No actually, it’s my jet...
Brad gives Spike an awkward look.
Spike: What man? I made a lot of money before I came here. I ran federations for crying out loud. Let alone my musical and skating careers. True they never really took off, but I made a fair amount. Like you do off your sponsorships.
Spike smirks confidently as Brad simply raises an eyebrow and shrugs. River finally manages to sum up the courage to talk.
River: So, Megan tells me that you wrestle like Brad?
Spike: Yeah, that’s what I do. Sports Entertainment...but trust me, it’s not fake.
River: So you really hit each other and do those moves?
Spike: Ok..well, it’s choreographed right. You know like a fight scene in a movie, but instead of pretending to hit each other..we really do.
Brad: People do get hurt, injured...and even hospitalized. There have been deaths too.
River: I can’t believe you do that for a living.
Spike: Hey, what can I say....*Spike looks darkly at Brad* ...I was raised to do it. I can’t help it if I’m good, it must run in the family.
Megan: Ok! Ok...shall we order some food. Honey what do you want?
Brad: Not too sure...let’s see the menu.
Spike turns to River and begins to talk to her. Megan and Brad can be seen talking in the background still.
Spike: So what do you do for a living?
River: Well I’m in the fashion industry, the textiles side of it. I design and make all sorts of clothes.
Megan: Yeah, who do you think made the outfits you and Brad wore when you were tag teaming in Age of the Revolution.
Spike nods his head, genuinely impressed. Brad does too, but he doesn’t make a big deal of it. A waiter comes over and takes there orders before moving away and bringing back drinks. Three Pepsi’s and a red wine.
River: Don’t you drink?
Spike: Nope. I’m like my god brother here. Straight Edge.
River: Ok..I’m not in the loop, is that a wrestling term?
Brad: No. It’s a way of life. It’s a lifestyle choice. No alcohol, no drugs and no promiscuous sex.
River: Oh. Well...I guess that’s a pretty good decision. Will it offend you if I drink?
Spike: Not at all...we don’t force our views and opinions on other people. Life events brought us to our choices and we stick by them.
River: That’s so sweet.
Brad tightens his grip around the glass, maybe getting annoyed at the idea that his brother is using their straight edge lifestyle to flirt with somebody.
Brad: So...you going up against the Holland’s on Sunday.
Spike: Yep. Looks like you get to shut AJ’s mouth for me to.
Brad: For you?
Spike: Yeah...the damn moron can’t cut a promo without mentioning me. It’s like he’s obsessed or something. Like one of those celebrity stalkers.
Just then two young kids run over to the table, one runs to Spike and the other to Brad.
Kid#1: Hey hey Spike and Reckless Jack. Can we have your autographs?
Spike gestures towards the table, and the drinks and the intimate nature of this get together.
Spike: N-
Brad: Sure kid...what’s your name?
The kid whispers to Brad begins to sign, Spike sighs and does the same for the other kid before they swap. They then run off.
Brad: I always make time for my fans.
Spike: Well ain’t you just the sweetest.
Just as Brad goes to say something back the food arrives. After a couple of minutes eating conversation springs back up.
Megan: So how’s Freya?
Spike: Oh she’s ok, she’s been really happy this past week but I don’t know why. She said though, next time you need a babysitter for Lilly to let her do it.
River: Who’s Freya?
Brad: Our little sister. She lives with Mike...they’ve been very close for years now. Our family has quite a...complicated past.
Spike: To say the least...
River: Oh....ok....so how long have you been wrestling for Mike?
Spike: Twelve years now, I started back in 1996.But I used to do crazy stuff back then, back before I had any sense of a future or family and things...
River: You have a family?
Spike: I did...once...my son passed away a few years ago.
River: Oh that’s terrible.
Brad: Umm hmmm...
Spike lowers his head. He eats a bit of his food before he stands up looking dead at Brad.
Spike: Look man, I can’t do this right now. I can’ pretend we’re all happy families. So you enjoy your fancy dinner, you enjoy your perfect life with your perfect wife and kids. I’ll go back to the gutter where I belong.
Brad looks like he’s going to smile first before he talks.
Brad: I didn’t mean any-
Spike: It’s alright Brad. Don’t worry about it....one day maybe I’ll accept the fact that you have everything I want, and maybe one day you’ll accept me for who and what I am!
Spike throws some money on the table before storming out. Megan sits there with her mouth wide open in shock, River has her hand over her mouth.
Brad: I guess I should try and talk to him.
River: No.
Megan: What?
River: I think I should...
Brad extends a hand as if to say help yourself. She gets up and walks to the front of the restaurant, around the corner Spike stands wiping tears from his eyes.
River: Mike...what was that?
Spike: Don’t mind me River. I’m just your local psychopath, ready to freakin’ explode at any second.
River: Did you really mean what you said to Brad?
Spike: Yes and No.
River: Explain.
Spike: He’s my brother, my twin brother and I’ll always love him to pieces . Almost everything I’ve gone through he’s gone through and vice versa. But now he’s all super happy with his family...whilst I’m still in the cold alone.
River: You have Freya.
Spike: Freya’s crazy.
River: I’m sure she loves you.
Spike: No I mean she’s legit insane.
River: Oh...
Spike: I’m sorry River. I didn’t mean to make such a scene. I came to be nice, I always get on well with Megan and I do kinda hope me and Jack can put things behind us I’m just jealous of his perfect family.
River: Mike...you do know that “perfect family” includes you right? Your Brad’s brother, Megan’s brother in law and Lilly’s uncle. The very thing you’re so jealous of is what you’re a part of.
Spike: I....I...I never looked at it like that before...
River: I think you owe Brad an apology
Spike: Huh...you don’t know the half of it. But I can’t. I can’t go back in there and face him. Brad can cut me deep just with a look....one day I’ll make it up to him, but for now...I can’t face him...I need to go home.
River: I’ll come with you to make sure you get home ok.
Spike: I appreciate that...
And with that Spike hails a cap, helping River into the vehicle. He turns around and looks back at the restaurant before climbing into the cab and the camera fades one last time.