Post by Spike Kane on Jul 15, 2008 8:08:45 GMT -6
“In the modern world, war has become a game. People continuously start wars for fun, because they believe they are stronger, more dominant and more powerful than their enemies. They say that the man with the power will always win. Money, men and strength. Yet throughout history this has been proven wrong. Empire after Empire has inexplicably fallen. Greece, Egypt, Rome, Britain...now the world is ruled by America. Nobody has the guts to stand up and say it, they just sit back and accept it. Never more true is this than in the land of wrestling. Man wages war on one another for respect, for that extra win....for the gold. In nCw Lance Ryan is the ruler, he stands atop everybody waving the gold around like he is untouchable, and nobody says a word. Everybody just sits by and let’s Lance reign as if he earned that belt. Lance Ryan is a fraud, but I’m not out to ruin his name...I’m out to dethrone him, once and for all. Nobody has faith in me anymore, nobody believes in me.......I couldn’t give a f**k.”
The scene opens up on the rooftop of Spike’s apartment home in Boston. Its night time and cars and such can be seen and heard flying past. Spike sits on the roof, right on the edge with his legs on the edge too. He sits with his arms resting on his knees, his hands hanging in the air. He sits with his hood up and looking out into the city of Boston.
“This is arguably the biggest week of my life. For the other three men it is too, a fatal four way No Limits Ladder Match for the biggest prize in this business. Ironic that I’m the only other person other than Lance who has held that gold, yet not a soul on this planet thinks I have what it takes to hold it one more time. Do I care? No...not really. I’m tired of thinking about what people think of me, do they think I can do this, do they hate me. I honestly don’t give a flying f**k anymore. You can all rot in hell for all I care, because as far as this business is concerned numero uno comes first...and the rest can go to hell. I’ve spent too much time worrying through this business and it has gotten me nothing. Nobody can stand me, nobody respects me....so everything I have done. The blood, the sweat, and the tears were all for nothing. nCw has all but bled me dry, with nothing in return...yes, at one point I was the most respected man in this company. I managed to defy managements plan to have Lance Ryan as their poster boy. I managed to topple Lance and ruled nCw like no other....yet when the dregs of society...people who don’t even deserve an nCw contract start to insult my nCw legacy, my World title reign.....people like Trent Helms...then it shows that it means nothing. It means nothing if everything I do for this business is looked down upon and shat upon by somebody who’s face I should have smashed in several months ago.”
Spike looks to his left as a helicopter flies over the roofs of Boston, obviously chasing some sort of criminal, not that it really matters or bothers Spike.
“This world is slowly drifting away into nothingness, ruled by thieves, liars and idiots. I mean, how much can one planet take right? Full of scum, people who don’t deserve to be helped, people that don’t deserve to be entertained and people that defiantly don’t deserve to have me entertain them. Why should I? Because it’s my job? Because I’m damn good at it? Or because it’s how I get paid? How I pay for this s**tty apartment, and my take-out food.....why bother? I bother...because it’s the only thing I know how to do. Can I leave this business and go work at K-Mart? Hell no! I’d be fired for caving in the first customer to ‘diss’ me’s skull. I’m tired of caring, I’m tired of giving a damn...so quite frankly I won’t anymore.”
Spike swings his legs back from the edge and now sits facing away from the city and towards the building itself.
“Throughout my career I have been told what I can and can’t do...no anymore. Throughout my life I’ve had o fight harder and harder to get what I want.....now it’s my last chance. My last chance to capture the Gold, not just any gold but THE gold here in nCw, my last chance...and what could be my last match. I won’t hold anything back. I promise you this...if I’m to lose at Last Stand...I’ll go out like no other....I’ll go out with the biggest bang this world has ever seen....”
Spike walks to the rooftop door opens it and slams it behind him just as rain begins to pour down. We fade away before fading to something else.
~~~
So over in GWC Danny Vice has declared war on the Kane Family.
Why?
Because he messed with my brother, and I’m the only person allowed to mess with my brother.
Me...and Megan.
But I digress, Danny Vice did something remarkably stupid and it looks like this week at Assault the unstoppable brothers Kane will be teaching a lesson, just like they will come Sunday at nCw’s Last Stand. Brad...against Awesome, and one of my closest friends...and me, in the World Title match. I guarantee I will be victorious. One way........or another.
The scene opens up inside the Boston apartment of one Spike Kane. He sits leaning forward looking out of hi window which happens to be wide open. The night sky is lit up with streetlights and car headlights. Spike Kane is sitting in his window, topless looking out. It’s as if Spike is lost in thought deeply contemplating something.
How insane is it that only my second proper match back in GWC and I’m Main Eventing the main show...yet my first match was opening the B Show. It’s insane when you think about it opening a show on one companies B show and Main Eventing another’s A show, and there’s probably more than a few pissed off people on the roster, but hey...what can I say? The people want to see the lethal combination of Brad and Spike kick ten shades of crap out of Danny Vice and his surrogate monkey Johnny Reb, and they want to see Joe Everyman, Trent Helms and Spike Kane fight like hell to take Lance Ryan’s belt away Now don’t get me wrong...I’ve never come across Johnny, so he could be a fine upstanding individual much like myself. But come Wednesday he’ll be on the opposite side of the ring from me...and just like Johnny. I have a job to do, and a brother to avenge. So Danny and Johnny are the enemy, the new enemy, the enemy for this week at least. The men that my anger, rage and violence will be aimed towards....it’s your own fault boys, because once you mess with one Kane, you mess with us all...and it’s no secret we are some of the toughest motherf**kers on this planet! Which is something Trent, Joe and Lance might try to play down...but deep down inside they know it really. They know that Sunday will be an uphill battle. No Limits....I’ll be in my element, and they know just that!
Spike swings away from the window and picks up a remote off of the window sill. He presses a button and Rise Against’ “Anywhere But Here” begins o play before fading away into the next track on the album “Give it all”
So it seems Brad was screwed, Brad SHOULD be GWC World Heavyweight Champion...and I did anything to stop it, I was left with a guilty conscience all because Danny Vice is mad that he got crabs after sleeping with Lucy...or something like that. All jokes aside, Danny has some kind of grudge against Brad for no real reason...and like I’ve stated, your against one your against us all. I tell you, Danny..you’re lucky Freya is wrestling for ROB because if she was wrestling for GWC I can gaur-damn-tee she’d want in on the action. You see though....Brad and I, we’re twins. We share a unique bond, so it truly is that if you screw with one, you screw with us both. So Danny Vice...you have some special match for me at Viva, and so far my opponents stand at Mark Evil...and possibly two other people I have no problem beating. So one has to wonder what you really have planned. In truth, it doesn’t matter. Like Brad I can take anything you dish out, I can fight through anything that comes my way. It’s how I was raised, what I was forced to do....and I’m not too sure if you both know this, but I’m pretty f**king good at what I do. Just ask those losers over here in nCw: Lance Ryan, Angel, Dark Prophet....the list goes on, or maybe the has-beens of XHF. Either way....I’ve been crowned wherever I go, even when the owner stood in my way. So Danny, you’re not doing anything new you’re not hip and cool. Your just an asshole who’s about to receive the worst beating of his life!
Spike runs his hands through his hair and stops with his forearms in front of his face. He looks at his arms and spots the marks on his arms. Marks, from a terrible time of his life. Spike had tats to try and cover them, to hide his past, but he could never escape. Spike lowers his head before he hears a knock on the door. Spike looks confused before he opens the door. Standing there with big grins on their faces are Brad, Megan, Freya and of course little Lilly. Spike smiles before stepping to the side to allow everyone in.
Put a top on man, nobody wants to see those nipples.
Spike smirks. Freya runs straight to the fridge and grabs a chocolate bar out of it. Megan carrying Lilly walks in and tries to find a place to sit amongst all the mess. Clothes, take out boxes and just general rubbish litter the place.
Spike, you really need to tidy this place up!
Well y’know...with being on the road for two companies and spending a lot of time at your place. It’s harder than you’d think...
What if River wanted to come over?
Spike rubs the back of his neck.
Erm...well...
Ha. She’s already been here. You can tell by the way he squirms.
Spike gives Brad a “DUDE!” kinda look. Brad smirks as he places Lilly down in front of the TV, switching on Blue’s Clues for her.
Yea...so what?
You live like a tramp!
Well I’m so sorry that I’m not making the big bucks like Brad here!
There’s a silence for a few minutes broken only by the sound of Blues Clues playing behind them all and Lilly giggling as she watches it.
Sorry man...I didn’t mean anything.
Brad taps Spike on the shoulder and Megan nods, a form of accepting Spike’s apology. Spike slinks off into his bedroom. Megan approaches Brad and whispers something to him, obviously concerned about the conditions Spike is living in. Brad nods his head as he walks off towards Spike's bedroom. He steps in the doorway as a look of horror comes across his face. It's literally a mess, more so then the rest of the place as pizza boxes as well as Chinese food containers have been thrown about when used up. Spike is sitting on his bed, head held down as Brad takes a seat next to him. He pats his brother on the back.
You know what's funny? We're probably making the same amount. I mean, you're top level here in nCw while I'm just a guy who gets booked when he feels like it. Over in GWC, I'm top level while you're just starting out again. So think of the pay we get for both and we're equals, the way it should be.
But still, it wasn't a reason for me to act like a jackass a few minute ago. Not in front of your family.
Megan knows you don't mean anything wrong by it. You're still adjusting to living here in Boston, it takes some time, trust me. If it wasn't for her, my old apartment would probably look like this hunk of s**t.
From the distance...
I heard that!
Spike looks at his brother who now has his head hung in shame. A smile forms on the face of the larger Kane twin as he stands up and goes towards the window.
How do you manage everything so easily? The kids, the wife, and the whole wrestling for more than one promotion. You make it seem so simple.
Well it helps being on a freelance contract with the other. I hate being away from home but it's how I get paid so I can provide for them. It's all about the will to go out and do it Spike, the will I'm slowly losing.
Turning around, Spike shakes his head at his brother's comment.
So you're meaning to tell me that you, Brad Kane, are losing the will to fight? Where is the brother I used to know? I know you better than this, you don't want to leave wrestling. You have too much going for you if you do. The money, the fans, and your family. I don't wanna be hearing any of this retirement talk from you.
What makes you so damn high and mighty? Look at this s**thole you live in! I was lousy at picking up after myself but at least I still had some form of pride left in. What about you Mike? What in the f**k do you have that makes you so important?
No, what gives you the right to act better than I do? Just because you got the perfect little world set up with all your f**king kids and your wife doesn't give you the right to act better than me!
I've never acted that way and you know it!
Bulls**t. All you do is talk about Lilly, talk about the twins, talk about Megan. f**k! I'm sick of it!
Brad gets off the bed as he stands up and gets in his brother's face.
f**k you Mike. You're becoming another one of those cockhead assholes from XHF.
He's heard enough. Spike hauls off and decks Brad right in the face. Brad staggers back as he runs forward and tackles Spike. Megan rushes into the room as she tries to break it all up.
You two, stop it!
Spike gets a few more shots in as Brad pie faces him. Lilly has started to cry from all the shouting at Megan goes back out of the room. The brothers stop as they get to their feet.
Get the f**k out of my house!
With pleasure.
Brad wipes the blood from his face as he leaves Spike's bedroom. Spike backs up against the wall as he slumps down, Freya pops in as Brad storms out grabbing Lilly and their stuff.
...see why I wanted to live with Bradie now?
Spike looks up at his younger sister, truly hurt. Tears start to form as she shakes her head. Brad can be heard shouting from the front door.
Freya, hurry up. We’re leaving...we know where we’re not wanted!
She runs forward and gives Spike a quick hug before running off. The front door can be heard slamming behind them as Brad, Megan, Freya and Lilly leave. Spike slowly pulls himself to his feet and stumbles into the living room. He looks at the blood on his knuckles from his brother and wipes them on his shirt, trying to keep calm. He looks out the window and see’s them all getting into their car. Spike turns his back on the window, not wanting Brad to see him. He switches the TV off which was just playing static now that Brad had taken his video.
Stuck up asshole. He has everything a man could ever want and he comes here just to insult the way I live, who does he think he is? I’m tired of this bulls**t!
Spike storms back into his bedroom and slumps down in-between the bed and the wall where the window is. The wind blows in through the window but Spike ignores it, he sits with his elbows on his knees and his hands buried in his face. He moves his hands out of the way before he speaks.
I can’t believe the gall....this week I’m fighting against two people I personally don’t have any beef with, just because they f**ked with my brother, as well as the biggest nCw match I’ve ever had...and damn possibly even my LAST nCw match! I did the honourable thing and stepped up for family pride. To defend the honour of Brad Kane, and who knows maybe get a little respect for myself on the way? I’ll still go out there at Assault, and Last Stand and do that...I’ll still kick ten shades of s**t out of Vice, Reb, Trent, Lance and Joe whether Brad has my back or not...because that’s what I do, it’s what I’m good at....it’s the ...only...thing....I’m good at.....
Spike lowers his head and puts his arms over his head. His tattoos on closer inspection do no good job of hiding his past, Spike drops his arms and takes in a deep breath before pulling something from underneath the bed. He opens up the box to reveal a tourniquet....a needle....a pipe....a lighter...and two plastic bags. Spike stares at the open box with complete hatred. He then picks up one of the backs and the lighter. He looks down at the spoon and is about to empty some onto the spoon when the door knocks. Spike nearly drops everything as he spots River out of his window standing by the door. He quickly shoves everything under the bed and hurries to the front door. He opens it out of breath and worried that River might have seen him.
Oh my god Mike what the hell happened?
Spike looks confused before he remembers the blood on his t-shirt.
Me and Brad...we....err..
Jesus Christ you two are so alike is dreadful. You just can’t stand to be around each other for too long can you?
Spike tries to get a word in but she pushes him back into the room closing the door behind him. She moves to the kitchen and begins to run the hot water, but then she turns back towards Spike and turns it off.
I was going to clean you up...but I think, you’ve got to have a lot of adrenaline running through you right now...and I can think of somewhere better to clean up...
River begins to walk towards the bathroom where she slides the arms of her top down an off just as she turns the corner. Spike’s jaw is wide open and he stumbles as he runs after her, door closes...and we fade to the noise of the shower being switched on.
~~~~~~~~~~
The scene opens up on Spike driving down a highway, it's pretty busy and the sun shines down hard on Spike's truck. He has the flap down over the windscreen to cover his eyes, and music playing from his stereo, yet not as loud as we're used to seeing when Spike is around. He hums softly along with the music.
“ Last Sunday Night, at Collision...I failed. I failed myself, and I failed the world, by losing to Joe. I lost to a young gun, an up and comer. The bane of my existence here in the nCw, I just can't seem to beat them, at all...
Spike sighs, but continues to drive his truck along the slowly moving traffic.
”Full of confidence I thought I could take him, a man whose name is forever inscribed in the history books and vaults of the new Championship wrestling – Joe Everyman. A man whose hatred for being mistreated for so long was clearly taken out on me...yet a man I almost had beat, a man I came so close to defeating. A man that so many people in this god forsaken federation look up to, a man that almost fell by the hands of the god of xtreme...not in a Dragon's Den, nor an Empire State Building Match...no, none of The Spiked One's speciality matches...no...just a bog standard Singles competition match.”
Spike tut's in disappointment. He looks out the window, concern crawling across his face as he looks at the huge traffic jam ahead. He sighs again.
”I talk like a man who was victorious, yet I was...even in defeats. Just as when I lost to Lance Ryan. You see, whereas I didn't pick up the win, my hand wasn't raised in victory...I gained so much more. I gained the respect of the fans, for showcasing my talent and abilities to them, against top performers. They may deny it themselves, but in my matches with Lance Ryan and Joe Everyman...I earned their respect. Ryan and Everyman know that I'm not a pushover, they know that I'm a man who will force them to up their game. Force out their top performances, not some sloppy lack-lustre performance used to gain a sloppy victory off of a lower card wrestler. I've established myself here in the nCw, and I'm going to Last Stand to fight for the World Heavyweight Title....that irks some superstars within the roster, and I know it. Yet, do you see me rubbing it in people’s faces? Huh? Do you see me going up to Angel and saying..ha! Ya dickhead! Take ya XDivision, I'll be World Champ!....no, you don't..
Spike chuckles to himself, as if the thought of saying such things to Angel would be funny.
”Yet Angel isn't the problem, no. I couldn't give two s**ts about that sad bastard anymore. No, it's all about that friggin' menace that has constantly hovered above me since I came to the nCw...Lance Ryan.*Spike shakes his head with disgust* The name people associate with greatness. The likes of Trent Helms, Brad Kane, and Davey Ortega and...Joe Everyman!? They were made in this federation by their matches with Lance. I mean...people really expect me to respect that? That Lance Ryan...is the best wrestler in nCw History...for crying out loud! So everybody who has fought Lance bar me has failed to beat the champ...big deal. When the biggest group of ass-lickers, cock-suckers, and brown-nosed bastards group together what more can you expect? I'm pretty sure if I stuck my nose so far up Leonard Fox’s ass Id have been a two time World Champion by now too.
Spike chuckles again. Then shudders, just the notion of Leonard’s ass is enough to make any self respecting man shudder.
”Yet I will be wont I? I will be the nCw World Champion, after Last Stand of course. I earned it all myself, I worked my way up through the nCw, like most people often do, yet somehow different. I didn’t climb the ladder by winning the Xtreme Title, the X-Division Title, the Tag Team title, or recapturing the National Title, no. I simply climbed the ladder through sheer determination and ability. Most people are not even looked upon as worthy of a shot at the World Title until they’ve captured such glorious gold. Yet here I am, Spike Kane, the God of Xtreme looked upon as a rookie, a newbie how underestimated I’ve been since I joined the nCw. Looked down upon as just another flunky, a former stoner, alcoholic, and drug addict. one of Dave Holland and Reckless Jacks little buddies who’ll never make it past the Hardcore division a man too extreme to possibly be serious enough about this business well that is where you and the entire nCw were wrong..”
Spike stops taking a look out of his window, further down the road he can see two people arguing. Maybe they’re the source of this traffic jam?
”You were all wrong when you looked upon me and saw some pathetic loser who would probably drop out of the roster after a few months..that I’d turn tail and run back to the indie feds where I’m known as a legend. To the global feds that just couldn’t get the success that the nCw has. No. You’re all wrong. I’m a phenomenon, the God of Xtreme. I came to the nCw to make my mark, to inscribe my name in the history and the future of this business. People spend most of their careers building their persona around them, their title histories, their greatest feuds, greatest victories and defeats. It took Lance Ryan years to set himself up I’d been here merely months, and I was the name on everybody’s lips. Whether it is good, bad or non-placive, they were still talking. Spike Kane, the underdog who managed to win the National Title, who managed take over the Empire and lead it to success. Coincidence? Most people would love to think so. Sadly for them, it’s not true. I’m here to revolutionise the nCw, its stale you see. The World Heavyweight Title doesn’t mean what it’s supposed to. It’s lost all of its flair, its lustre and image. Lance Ryan has held it for so long, in such a boring manner that it is losing image, and he dragged it down to a level of which it means nothing just a belt that nobody can win. Yet when I do, once more, at Last Stand, I’ll restore that belt to what it is supposed to be. The epitome of this business, the highest prize you can possibly capture in this business. I’ll revolutionise the nCw and trust me on this, the menace of the Lance Ryan will be over for good and nCw, will usher in a new era, an era of Xtreme!!”
With that Spike undid his seatbelt and opened his door, walking off up the road to talk to the two men who where bawling at each other. One turned to Spike shouting at him before spike cocked his head, and smacked him in the jaw. The other man shook spikes hand, and got into his car, driving off. Spike got back to his truck and the traffic was moving along fine now. He smirked.
”You got to love people who just won’t let things go, it reminds me of Lance Ryan. His time is over but he just won’t let go, well until Last Stand that is. Joe and Trent? That’s a completely different story...”
Spike chuckled as he drove off down the highway as the scene fades.
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The scene opens up on the rooftop of Spike’s apartment home in Boston. Its night time and cars and such can be seen and heard flying past. Spike sits on the roof, right on the edge with his legs on the edge too. He sits with his arms resting on his knees, his hands hanging in the air. He sits with his hood up and looking out into the city of Boston.
“This is arguably the biggest week of my life. For the other three men it is too, a fatal four way No Limits Ladder Match for the biggest prize in this business. Ironic that I’m the only other person other than Lance who has held that gold, yet not a soul on this planet thinks I have what it takes to hold it one more time. Do I care? No...not really. I’m tired of thinking about what people think of me, do they think I can do this, do they hate me. I honestly don’t give a flying f**k anymore. You can all rot in hell for all I care, because as far as this business is concerned numero uno comes first...and the rest can go to hell. I’ve spent too much time worrying through this business and it has gotten me nothing. Nobody can stand me, nobody respects me....so everything I have done. The blood, the sweat, and the tears were all for nothing. nCw has all but bled me dry, with nothing in return...yes, at one point I was the most respected man in this company. I managed to defy managements plan to have Lance Ryan as their poster boy. I managed to topple Lance and ruled nCw like no other....yet when the dregs of society...people who don’t even deserve an nCw contract start to insult my nCw legacy, my World title reign.....people like Trent Helms...then it shows that it means nothing. It means nothing if everything I do for this business is looked down upon and shat upon by somebody who’s face I should have smashed in several months ago.”
Spike looks to his left as a helicopter flies over the roofs of Boston, obviously chasing some sort of criminal, not that it really matters or bothers Spike.
“This world is slowly drifting away into nothingness, ruled by thieves, liars and idiots. I mean, how much can one planet take right? Full of scum, people who don’t deserve to be helped, people that don’t deserve to be entertained and people that defiantly don’t deserve to have me entertain them. Why should I? Because it’s my job? Because I’m damn good at it? Or because it’s how I get paid? How I pay for this s**tty apartment, and my take-out food.....why bother? I bother...because it’s the only thing I know how to do. Can I leave this business and go work at K-Mart? Hell no! I’d be fired for caving in the first customer to ‘diss’ me’s skull. I’m tired of caring, I’m tired of giving a damn...so quite frankly I won’t anymore.”
Spike swings his legs back from the edge and now sits facing away from the city and towards the building itself.
“Throughout my career I have been told what I can and can’t do...no anymore. Throughout my life I’ve had o fight harder and harder to get what I want.....now it’s my last chance. My last chance to capture the Gold, not just any gold but THE gold here in nCw, my last chance...and what could be my last match. I won’t hold anything back. I promise you this...if I’m to lose at Last Stand...I’ll go out like no other....I’ll go out with the biggest bang this world has ever seen....”
Spike walks to the rooftop door opens it and slams it behind him just as rain begins to pour down. We fade away before fading to something else.
~~~
So over in GWC Danny Vice has declared war on the Kane Family.
Why?
Because he messed with my brother, and I’m the only person allowed to mess with my brother.
Me...and Megan.
But I digress, Danny Vice did something remarkably stupid and it looks like this week at Assault the unstoppable brothers Kane will be teaching a lesson, just like they will come Sunday at nCw’s Last Stand. Brad...against Awesome, and one of my closest friends...and me, in the World Title match. I guarantee I will be victorious. One way........or another.
The scene opens up inside the Boston apartment of one Spike Kane. He sits leaning forward looking out of hi window which happens to be wide open. The night sky is lit up with streetlights and car headlights. Spike Kane is sitting in his window, topless looking out. It’s as if Spike is lost in thought deeply contemplating something.
How insane is it that only my second proper match back in GWC and I’m Main Eventing the main show...yet my first match was opening the B Show. It’s insane when you think about it opening a show on one companies B show and Main Eventing another’s A show, and there’s probably more than a few pissed off people on the roster, but hey...what can I say? The people want to see the lethal combination of Brad and Spike kick ten shades of crap out of Danny Vice and his surrogate monkey Johnny Reb, and they want to see Joe Everyman, Trent Helms and Spike Kane fight like hell to take Lance Ryan’s belt away Now don’t get me wrong...I’ve never come across Johnny, so he could be a fine upstanding individual much like myself. But come Wednesday he’ll be on the opposite side of the ring from me...and just like Johnny. I have a job to do, and a brother to avenge. So Danny and Johnny are the enemy, the new enemy, the enemy for this week at least. The men that my anger, rage and violence will be aimed towards....it’s your own fault boys, because once you mess with one Kane, you mess with us all...and it’s no secret we are some of the toughest motherf**kers on this planet! Which is something Trent, Joe and Lance might try to play down...but deep down inside they know it really. They know that Sunday will be an uphill battle. No Limits....I’ll be in my element, and they know just that!
Spike swings away from the window and picks up a remote off of the window sill. He presses a button and Rise Against’ “Anywhere But Here” begins o play before fading away into the next track on the album “Give it all”
So it seems Brad was screwed, Brad SHOULD be GWC World Heavyweight Champion...and I did anything to stop it, I was left with a guilty conscience all because Danny Vice is mad that he got crabs after sleeping with Lucy...or something like that. All jokes aside, Danny has some kind of grudge against Brad for no real reason...and like I’ve stated, your against one your against us all. I tell you, Danny..you’re lucky Freya is wrestling for ROB because if she was wrestling for GWC I can gaur-damn-tee she’d want in on the action. You see though....Brad and I, we’re twins. We share a unique bond, so it truly is that if you screw with one, you screw with us both. So Danny Vice...you have some special match for me at Viva, and so far my opponents stand at Mark Evil...and possibly two other people I have no problem beating. So one has to wonder what you really have planned. In truth, it doesn’t matter. Like Brad I can take anything you dish out, I can fight through anything that comes my way. It’s how I was raised, what I was forced to do....and I’m not too sure if you both know this, but I’m pretty f**king good at what I do. Just ask those losers over here in nCw: Lance Ryan, Angel, Dark Prophet....the list goes on, or maybe the has-beens of XHF. Either way....I’ve been crowned wherever I go, even when the owner stood in my way. So Danny, you’re not doing anything new you’re not hip and cool. Your just an asshole who’s about to receive the worst beating of his life!
Spike runs his hands through his hair and stops with his forearms in front of his face. He looks at his arms and spots the marks on his arms. Marks, from a terrible time of his life. Spike had tats to try and cover them, to hide his past, but he could never escape. Spike lowers his head before he hears a knock on the door. Spike looks confused before he opens the door. Standing there with big grins on their faces are Brad, Megan, Freya and of course little Lilly. Spike smiles before stepping to the side to allow everyone in.
Put a top on man, nobody wants to see those nipples.
Spike smirks. Freya runs straight to the fridge and grabs a chocolate bar out of it. Megan carrying Lilly walks in and tries to find a place to sit amongst all the mess. Clothes, take out boxes and just general rubbish litter the place.
Spike, you really need to tidy this place up!
Well y’know...with being on the road for two companies and spending a lot of time at your place. It’s harder than you’d think...
What if River wanted to come over?
Spike rubs the back of his neck.
Erm...well...
Ha. She’s already been here. You can tell by the way he squirms.
Spike gives Brad a “DUDE!” kinda look. Brad smirks as he places Lilly down in front of the TV, switching on Blue’s Clues for her.
Yea...so what?
You live like a tramp!
Well I’m so sorry that I’m not making the big bucks like Brad here!
There’s a silence for a few minutes broken only by the sound of Blues Clues playing behind them all and Lilly giggling as she watches it.
Sorry man...I didn’t mean anything.
Brad taps Spike on the shoulder and Megan nods, a form of accepting Spike’s apology. Spike slinks off into his bedroom. Megan approaches Brad and whispers something to him, obviously concerned about the conditions Spike is living in. Brad nods his head as he walks off towards Spike's bedroom. He steps in the doorway as a look of horror comes across his face. It's literally a mess, more so then the rest of the place as pizza boxes as well as Chinese food containers have been thrown about when used up. Spike is sitting on his bed, head held down as Brad takes a seat next to him. He pats his brother on the back.
You know what's funny? We're probably making the same amount. I mean, you're top level here in nCw while I'm just a guy who gets booked when he feels like it. Over in GWC, I'm top level while you're just starting out again. So think of the pay we get for both and we're equals, the way it should be.
But still, it wasn't a reason for me to act like a jackass a few minute ago. Not in front of your family.
Megan knows you don't mean anything wrong by it. You're still adjusting to living here in Boston, it takes some time, trust me. If it wasn't for her, my old apartment would probably look like this hunk of s**t.
From the distance...
I heard that!
Spike looks at his brother who now has his head hung in shame. A smile forms on the face of the larger Kane twin as he stands up and goes towards the window.
How do you manage everything so easily? The kids, the wife, and the whole wrestling for more than one promotion. You make it seem so simple.
Well it helps being on a freelance contract with the other. I hate being away from home but it's how I get paid so I can provide for them. It's all about the will to go out and do it Spike, the will I'm slowly losing.
Turning around, Spike shakes his head at his brother's comment.
So you're meaning to tell me that you, Brad Kane, are losing the will to fight? Where is the brother I used to know? I know you better than this, you don't want to leave wrestling. You have too much going for you if you do. The money, the fans, and your family. I don't wanna be hearing any of this retirement talk from you.
What makes you so damn high and mighty? Look at this s**thole you live in! I was lousy at picking up after myself but at least I still had some form of pride left in. What about you Mike? What in the f**k do you have that makes you so important?
No, what gives you the right to act better than I do? Just because you got the perfect little world set up with all your f**king kids and your wife doesn't give you the right to act better than me!
I've never acted that way and you know it!
Bulls**t. All you do is talk about Lilly, talk about the twins, talk about Megan. f**k! I'm sick of it!
Brad gets off the bed as he stands up and gets in his brother's face.
f**k you Mike. You're becoming another one of those cockhead assholes from XHF.
He's heard enough. Spike hauls off and decks Brad right in the face. Brad staggers back as he runs forward and tackles Spike. Megan rushes into the room as she tries to break it all up.
You two, stop it!
Spike gets a few more shots in as Brad pie faces him. Lilly has started to cry from all the shouting at Megan goes back out of the room. The brothers stop as they get to their feet.
Get the f**k out of my house!
With pleasure.
Brad wipes the blood from his face as he leaves Spike's bedroom. Spike backs up against the wall as he slumps down, Freya pops in as Brad storms out grabbing Lilly and their stuff.
...see why I wanted to live with Bradie now?
Spike looks up at his younger sister, truly hurt. Tears start to form as she shakes her head. Brad can be heard shouting from the front door.
Freya, hurry up. We’re leaving...we know where we’re not wanted!
She runs forward and gives Spike a quick hug before running off. The front door can be heard slamming behind them as Brad, Megan, Freya and Lilly leave. Spike slowly pulls himself to his feet and stumbles into the living room. He looks at the blood on his knuckles from his brother and wipes them on his shirt, trying to keep calm. He looks out the window and see’s them all getting into their car. Spike turns his back on the window, not wanting Brad to see him. He switches the TV off which was just playing static now that Brad had taken his video.
Stuck up asshole. He has everything a man could ever want and he comes here just to insult the way I live, who does he think he is? I’m tired of this bulls**t!
Spike storms back into his bedroom and slumps down in-between the bed and the wall where the window is. The wind blows in through the window but Spike ignores it, he sits with his elbows on his knees and his hands buried in his face. He moves his hands out of the way before he speaks.
I can’t believe the gall....this week I’m fighting against two people I personally don’t have any beef with, just because they f**ked with my brother, as well as the biggest nCw match I’ve ever had...and damn possibly even my LAST nCw match! I did the honourable thing and stepped up for family pride. To defend the honour of Brad Kane, and who knows maybe get a little respect for myself on the way? I’ll still go out there at Assault, and Last Stand and do that...I’ll still kick ten shades of s**t out of Vice, Reb, Trent, Lance and Joe whether Brad has my back or not...because that’s what I do, it’s what I’m good at....it’s the ...only...thing....I’m good at.....
Spike lowers his head and puts his arms over his head. His tattoos on closer inspection do no good job of hiding his past, Spike drops his arms and takes in a deep breath before pulling something from underneath the bed. He opens up the box to reveal a tourniquet....a needle....a pipe....a lighter...and two plastic bags. Spike stares at the open box with complete hatred. He then picks up one of the backs and the lighter. He looks down at the spoon and is about to empty some onto the spoon when the door knocks. Spike nearly drops everything as he spots River out of his window standing by the door. He quickly shoves everything under the bed and hurries to the front door. He opens it out of breath and worried that River might have seen him.
Oh my god Mike what the hell happened?
Spike looks confused before he remembers the blood on his t-shirt.
Me and Brad...we....err..
Jesus Christ you two are so alike is dreadful. You just can’t stand to be around each other for too long can you?
Spike tries to get a word in but she pushes him back into the room closing the door behind him. She moves to the kitchen and begins to run the hot water, but then she turns back towards Spike and turns it off.
I was going to clean you up...but I think, you’ve got to have a lot of adrenaline running through you right now...and I can think of somewhere better to clean up...
River begins to walk towards the bathroom where she slides the arms of her top down an off just as she turns the corner. Spike’s jaw is wide open and he stumbles as he runs after her, door closes...and we fade to the noise of the shower being switched on.
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The scene opens up on Spike driving down a highway, it's pretty busy and the sun shines down hard on Spike's truck. He has the flap down over the windscreen to cover his eyes, and music playing from his stereo, yet not as loud as we're used to seeing when Spike is around. He hums softly along with the music.
“ Last Sunday Night, at Collision...I failed. I failed myself, and I failed the world, by losing to Joe. I lost to a young gun, an up and comer. The bane of my existence here in the nCw, I just can't seem to beat them, at all...
Spike sighs, but continues to drive his truck along the slowly moving traffic.
”Full of confidence I thought I could take him, a man whose name is forever inscribed in the history books and vaults of the new Championship wrestling – Joe Everyman. A man whose hatred for being mistreated for so long was clearly taken out on me...yet a man I almost had beat, a man I came so close to defeating. A man that so many people in this god forsaken federation look up to, a man that almost fell by the hands of the god of xtreme...not in a Dragon's Den, nor an Empire State Building Match...no, none of The Spiked One's speciality matches...no...just a bog standard Singles competition match.”
Spike tut's in disappointment. He looks out the window, concern crawling across his face as he looks at the huge traffic jam ahead. He sighs again.
”I talk like a man who was victorious, yet I was...even in defeats. Just as when I lost to Lance Ryan. You see, whereas I didn't pick up the win, my hand wasn't raised in victory...I gained so much more. I gained the respect of the fans, for showcasing my talent and abilities to them, against top performers. They may deny it themselves, but in my matches with Lance Ryan and Joe Everyman...I earned their respect. Ryan and Everyman know that I'm not a pushover, they know that I'm a man who will force them to up their game. Force out their top performances, not some sloppy lack-lustre performance used to gain a sloppy victory off of a lower card wrestler. I've established myself here in the nCw, and I'm going to Last Stand to fight for the World Heavyweight Title....that irks some superstars within the roster, and I know it. Yet, do you see me rubbing it in people’s faces? Huh? Do you see me going up to Angel and saying..ha! Ya dickhead! Take ya XDivision, I'll be World Champ!....no, you don't..
Spike chuckles to himself, as if the thought of saying such things to Angel would be funny.
”Yet Angel isn't the problem, no. I couldn't give two s**ts about that sad bastard anymore. No, it's all about that friggin' menace that has constantly hovered above me since I came to the nCw...Lance Ryan.*Spike shakes his head with disgust* The name people associate with greatness. The likes of Trent Helms, Brad Kane, and Davey Ortega and...Joe Everyman!? They were made in this federation by their matches with Lance. I mean...people really expect me to respect that? That Lance Ryan...is the best wrestler in nCw History...for crying out loud! So everybody who has fought Lance bar me has failed to beat the champ...big deal. When the biggest group of ass-lickers, cock-suckers, and brown-nosed bastards group together what more can you expect? I'm pretty sure if I stuck my nose so far up Leonard Fox’s ass Id have been a two time World Champion by now too.
Spike chuckles again. Then shudders, just the notion of Leonard’s ass is enough to make any self respecting man shudder.
”Yet I will be wont I? I will be the nCw World Champion, after Last Stand of course. I earned it all myself, I worked my way up through the nCw, like most people often do, yet somehow different. I didn’t climb the ladder by winning the Xtreme Title, the X-Division Title, the Tag Team title, or recapturing the National Title, no. I simply climbed the ladder through sheer determination and ability. Most people are not even looked upon as worthy of a shot at the World Title until they’ve captured such glorious gold. Yet here I am, Spike Kane, the God of Xtreme looked upon as a rookie, a newbie how underestimated I’ve been since I joined the nCw. Looked down upon as just another flunky, a former stoner, alcoholic, and drug addict. one of Dave Holland and Reckless Jacks little buddies who’ll never make it past the Hardcore division a man too extreme to possibly be serious enough about this business well that is where you and the entire nCw were wrong..”
Spike stops taking a look out of his window, further down the road he can see two people arguing. Maybe they’re the source of this traffic jam?
”You were all wrong when you looked upon me and saw some pathetic loser who would probably drop out of the roster after a few months..that I’d turn tail and run back to the indie feds where I’m known as a legend. To the global feds that just couldn’t get the success that the nCw has. No. You’re all wrong. I’m a phenomenon, the God of Xtreme. I came to the nCw to make my mark, to inscribe my name in the history and the future of this business. People spend most of their careers building their persona around them, their title histories, their greatest feuds, greatest victories and defeats. It took Lance Ryan years to set himself up I’d been here merely months, and I was the name on everybody’s lips. Whether it is good, bad or non-placive, they were still talking. Spike Kane, the underdog who managed to win the National Title, who managed take over the Empire and lead it to success. Coincidence? Most people would love to think so. Sadly for them, it’s not true. I’m here to revolutionise the nCw, its stale you see. The World Heavyweight Title doesn’t mean what it’s supposed to. It’s lost all of its flair, its lustre and image. Lance Ryan has held it for so long, in such a boring manner that it is losing image, and he dragged it down to a level of which it means nothing just a belt that nobody can win. Yet when I do, once more, at Last Stand, I’ll restore that belt to what it is supposed to be. The epitome of this business, the highest prize you can possibly capture in this business. I’ll revolutionise the nCw and trust me on this, the menace of the Lance Ryan will be over for good and nCw, will usher in a new era, an era of Xtreme!!”
With that Spike undid his seatbelt and opened his door, walking off up the road to talk to the two men who where bawling at each other. One turned to Spike shouting at him before spike cocked his head, and smacked him in the jaw. The other man shook spikes hand, and got into his car, driving off. Spike got back to his truck and the traffic was moving along fine now. He smirked.
”You got to love people who just won’t let things go, it reminds me of Lance Ryan. His time is over but he just won’t let go, well until Last Stand that is. Joe and Trent? That’s a completely different story...”
Spike chuckled as he drove off down the highway as the scene fades.
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