Post by Spike Kane on Dec 7, 2008 8:07:31 GMT -6
(ooc: Sorry I posted so late guys. I just wanted you to know you really inspired me this week. Lance, Trent and Adam you were amazing and I really wanted to get three up but things got ahead of me...and ...well, bad weekend lets just leave it at that. Hope you enjoy.)
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Rock Bottom.
End of the Line.
Is this really it? Is this where it finally comes to an end?
I’ve been wrestling professionally since ninety six, I’ve fought in the most brutal and violent matches known to man. I’ve wrestled with the best technical minds out there....the gold I’ve held will always remain a part of my past, but it’s not what made me who I am today.
No, that credit belongs to the people I’ve come across in my fourteen year long career....
Fourteen years....
And it all comes to an end tonight. Lance Ryan, Adam Knite and Trent Helms will be the horsemen of the apocalypse who will bring my world to a painful end. I listened to every word they had to say, I read between the lines as Adam wanted, I listened to the almost heartfelt plea from Lance, and I listened to the sugar coated warnings from Trent....and I realised, one way or another....Spike Kane will never be the same after tonight’s match.
Kelly made the match and I was stupid enough to think she believed in me, that she thought I could do it. The Age of the Revolution is right, my misguided intentions have blinded my own self, I stand there bare faced the odds stacked stupidly against me....yet I honestly believe I can win.
Maybe I’ve slipped back into insanity?
I have a record against Lance Ryan in tag matches you see, and that superior record is what gave me the confidence boost. Almost as if my mind shut out the fact that Adam Knite is a vicious sadistic son of a bitch and my “partner’s” allegiance in truth goes to the highest bidder.
Highest bidder....
Should I pay off Trent, pay him more than the others....lord knows I have the cash. But I refuse.
It’s the principal of it all.
Either way I’m doomed. Even if I paid Trent there’s no concrete clad reason that he’d abide by the deal. The amount of times I’ve put my trust in people only to have my body punished because of it, I learnt a lesson from that. When Trent came to the ring, I truly believed I had a true ally, a man who would fight with all of his heart for nCw. A man who would stand by me even though he didn’t like me. I was wrong, and I paid the price.
I’ve been wrong so much lately....
One has to wonder really, have I been of the right frame of mind since I returned to action? Did those months sitting behind the desk cause my grip on reality to slip? My judgement to fail....I was a good General Manager, not so much recently.
For the past month the egotistical pricks on the roster have been complaining about my appearance in the Main Events of Collision and even Adrenaline.
Let me say this once...
f*ck yourselves.
You heard me.
I’ve fought an uphill battle since I came back to in-ring action. I’ve fought the toughest opponents nCw has to offer, I’ve shed tears, sweat and more blood than I care to try and think about...IN YOUR NAME! I STOOD UP TO A FACTION LEAD BY THE ONE PERSON WHO HAS TOPPED MY CAREER, THE ONE PERSON WHO HAS AHCEIVED MORE THAN I HAVE IN NCW!
The one person I actually fear....
Lance and I have collided on so many occasions, in so many different match types. There may be debate over who is the “poster boy” for nCw...ok, no debate but everybody says it is Lance Ryan. I beg to differ...I believe it is Lance Ryan AND myself. Ever since I stepped foot in nCw Ryan was painted as the devil, as pure evil. If you were friend or an ally of Lance Ryan’s you were pretty much in the Al Qaeda! I’ve been on the opposite side of the fence of Lance Ryan almost every waking moment of my nCw Career.
Yet I fear him...
Why?
Because as much of an asshole as I am, as much of a hero I can be, as much gold I have held, as long as I hold it for....everything, Lance goes one step further. There was a time in m life I thought that I was the worst human being on the face of this planet. I’d destroyed The Ace’s social life, stolen his fiancée and acted in some twisted sexual activities with her and my girlfriend at the time. I’d destroyed the soul of one of the greatest talents to enter this business and I’m the one who made him a shell of his former self....I stalked the owner of UWA, Bianca....I scared her to death and won a match where her “services” where mine for a month. She would attend my matches whilst I defended the Xtreme title...the very matches she was booking me in, and I ended up beating her down and walking away with the World Title....
...I’ve done things I’m not proud of...
...in XHF I couldn’t hack the pressure of being World Champion. It felt like some kind of pity push, my son died...I was on a month long losing streak, then all of a sudden I come out and win the King of the Hill match, then straight after I go and win the Rumble...the only match I lost from that King of the Hill match until I lost the World Title was to Venom. That name means nothing to the nCw faithful, but just trust me when I say that Venom is one HELL of a wrestler, an amazing Junior Heavyweight who one day I’d love to see go one on one with Trent Helms. It’s a dream match for me....quite bluntly though...Venom was THE MAN and he was the only person who beat me until I dropped the ball.
The pressure got to me...
...so I turned to drugs.
I began to flush my career, my friends, my family and my life away.
Lucky enough for me Mongo the Destroyer stepped in and took me aside, explained what would happen if I didn’t go to rehab and what would if I did.
It’s funny, it feels like I owe my life to Mongo.....that bastard...
It’s no secret that I left XHF under bad terms, but that is all the past...the point I was trying to make is that me...at my very most worst, doesn’t compare to Lance Ryan.
He always goes one step further, one step beyond. It’s almost as if we are brothers and he has to outshine me at every step to win the adulation of our parents. Meanwhile I get fame, fortune and credit...but I’m always compared to Lance and how he is better. Lance Ryan is used as the measure in this place, if you’re the top guy you’re billed as the next “Lance Ryan”
Nowhere is anybody billed as the next Spike Kane...
Why would anybody want to? I don’t even want to be right now! I can feel my mind unravelling, so many thoughts so many different trains, so many voices...
Lance...
Adam....
Trent....
Who do I listen to? In one way they are all saying the same thing.
Give up.
“I tried to be perfect....
....but nothing was worth it......I don’t believe it makes me real.
I thought it’d be easy, but nobody believes me...”
No truer words were ever said. I tried to be the figurehead of the Resistance.
Not for the limelight.
Not for the attention.
Not for a career boost.
Not for one last chance.
I did it because it was the right thing to do, and ever since I did all I have had is my name slandered, mud thrown at me, my accomplishments and achievements mocked and all but destroyed.
By the very people I was fighting for....
So it comes down to the question....”Why bother? Why fight?”
For the fame?
For the glory?
Because it’s the right thing to do?
Or to go out the way you came in.....that’s the one...
I’m a fighter, and I’d rather my career was ended in the ring fighting till the bitter end.
At one time I was the ray of hope for nCw, and contrary to what Killswitch Engage may say....hope most certainly dies....
...and it dies tonight!
{We open up on the lockeroom, a few nCw wrestlers can be seen milling around preparing themselves for their huge pay per view matches. Spike Kane sits on a bench staring straight at his own locker which is wide open, hanging up is the AOTR hoodie that Lance put in there earlier.}
...my mind is not my own anymore. Too clouded, I can’t think anymore....
{We flash away from this scene to another. A large Catholic church, at the doors we can see a man donning a plain black hoodie with the hood up. He enters through the doors and sits down at a pew, leaning backwards and allowing his thoughts to flow.}
...at least here there is peace. Why here though? My faith in God was destroyed a long time ago, and it’ll take more than the end of my career to turn that one around. In my opinion if God truly does exist, he’s a f*cking bastard!
....my match is merely hours away and I’m sitting in a church cursing the very person it was built for. A testament to how screwed up my mind is right now. I guess the truth of it is, I want to believe in God like the roster may want to believe in me. But like I have been let down and bitterly betrayed by the “saviour” so have the people of nCw by me.
....I know I’m a dick, I’ve ruined people’s lives, and I’ve injured people and ended their careers.
...I was a heartless bastard.
NO.
I AM a heartless bastard...
I think....
I...
{Flash back to the lockeroom. Spike now has the Age of the Revolution hoodie in his hands, he looks down at it, pure anger and hatred burning in his eyes. The passion, the drive lighting up the aura of Spike Kane, General Manager of Collision, Hall of Famer, Former World Champion, Former National Champion, Three times a stable leader.........the GOD of Xtreme....}
Trent....I think I finally understand....
{A smirk spreads across the face of Spike Kane has he stands up holding the hoodie with one hand and reaches into his lockeroom and picks something out, something we haven’t seen in nCw for a loooooong time. Something that I can guarantee you right now has put a smile on at least one person reading this’ face....
The Spiked One Version 7.0 .....a sledgehammer....wrapped in barbed wire.
Spike is back....}
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rock Bottom.
End of the Line.
Is this really it? Is this where it finally comes to an end?
I’ve been wrestling professionally since ninety six, I’ve fought in the most brutal and violent matches known to man. I’ve wrestled with the best technical minds out there....the gold I’ve held will always remain a part of my past, but it’s not what made me who I am today.
No, that credit belongs to the people I’ve come across in my fourteen year long career....
Fourteen years....
And it all comes to an end tonight. Lance Ryan, Adam Knite and Trent Helms will be the horsemen of the apocalypse who will bring my world to a painful end. I listened to every word they had to say, I read between the lines as Adam wanted, I listened to the almost heartfelt plea from Lance, and I listened to the sugar coated warnings from Trent....and I realised, one way or another....Spike Kane will never be the same after tonight’s match.
Kelly made the match and I was stupid enough to think she believed in me, that she thought I could do it. The Age of the Revolution is right, my misguided intentions have blinded my own self, I stand there bare faced the odds stacked stupidly against me....yet I honestly believe I can win.
Maybe I’ve slipped back into insanity?
I have a record against Lance Ryan in tag matches you see, and that superior record is what gave me the confidence boost. Almost as if my mind shut out the fact that Adam Knite is a vicious sadistic son of a bitch and my “partner’s” allegiance in truth goes to the highest bidder.
Highest bidder....
Should I pay off Trent, pay him more than the others....lord knows I have the cash. But I refuse.
It’s the principal of it all.
Either way I’m doomed. Even if I paid Trent there’s no concrete clad reason that he’d abide by the deal. The amount of times I’ve put my trust in people only to have my body punished because of it, I learnt a lesson from that. When Trent came to the ring, I truly believed I had a true ally, a man who would fight with all of his heart for nCw. A man who would stand by me even though he didn’t like me. I was wrong, and I paid the price.
I’ve been wrong so much lately....
One has to wonder really, have I been of the right frame of mind since I returned to action? Did those months sitting behind the desk cause my grip on reality to slip? My judgement to fail....I was a good General Manager, not so much recently.
For the past month the egotistical pricks on the roster have been complaining about my appearance in the Main Events of Collision and even Adrenaline.
Let me say this once...
f*ck yourselves.
You heard me.
I’ve fought an uphill battle since I came back to in-ring action. I’ve fought the toughest opponents nCw has to offer, I’ve shed tears, sweat and more blood than I care to try and think about...IN YOUR NAME! I STOOD UP TO A FACTION LEAD BY THE ONE PERSON WHO HAS TOPPED MY CAREER, THE ONE PERSON WHO HAS AHCEIVED MORE THAN I HAVE IN NCW!
The one person I actually fear....
Lance and I have collided on so many occasions, in so many different match types. There may be debate over who is the “poster boy” for nCw...ok, no debate but everybody says it is Lance Ryan. I beg to differ...I believe it is Lance Ryan AND myself. Ever since I stepped foot in nCw Ryan was painted as the devil, as pure evil. If you were friend or an ally of Lance Ryan’s you were pretty much in the Al Qaeda! I’ve been on the opposite side of the fence of Lance Ryan almost every waking moment of my nCw Career.
Yet I fear him...
Why?
Because as much of an asshole as I am, as much of a hero I can be, as much gold I have held, as long as I hold it for....everything, Lance goes one step further. There was a time in m life I thought that I was the worst human being on the face of this planet. I’d destroyed The Ace’s social life, stolen his fiancée and acted in some twisted sexual activities with her and my girlfriend at the time. I’d destroyed the soul of one of the greatest talents to enter this business and I’m the one who made him a shell of his former self....I stalked the owner of UWA, Bianca....I scared her to death and won a match where her “services” where mine for a month. She would attend my matches whilst I defended the Xtreme title...the very matches she was booking me in, and I ended up beating her down and walking away with the World Title....
...I’ve done things I’m not proud of...
...in XHF I couldn’t hack the pressure of being World Champion. It felt like some kind of pity push, my son died...I was on a month long losing streak, then all of a sudden I come out and win the King of the Hill match, then straight after I go and win the Rumble...the only match I lost from that King of the Hill match until I lost the World Title was to Venom. That name means nothing to the nCw faithful, but just trust me when I say that Venom is one HELL of a wrestler, an amazing Junior Heavyweight who one day I’d love to see go one on one with Trent Helms. It’s a dream match for me....quite bluntly though...Venom was THE MAN and he was the only person who beat me until I dropped the ball.
The pressure got to me...
...so I turned to drugs.
I began to flush my career, my friends, my family and my life away.
Lucky enough for me Mongo the Destroyer stepped in and took me aside, explained what would happen if I didn’t go to rehab and what would if I did.
It’s funny, it feels like I owe my life to Mongo.....that bastard...
It’s no secret that I left XHF under bad terms, but that is all the past...the point I was trying to make is that me...at my very most worst, doesn’t compare to Lance Ryan.
He always goes one step further, one step beyond. It’s almost as if we are brothers and he has to outshine me at every step to win the adulation of our parents. Meanwhile I get fame, fortune and credit...but I’m always compared to Lance and how he is better. Lance Ryan is used as the measure in this place, if you’re the top guy you’re billed as the next “Lance Ryan”
Nowhere is anybody billed as the next Spike Kane...
Why would anybody want to? I don’t even want to be right now! I can feel my mind unravelling, so many thoughts so many different trains, so many voices...
Lance...
Adam....
Trent....
Who do I listen to? In one way they are all saying the same thing.
Give up.
“I tried to be perfect....
....but nothing was worth it......I don’t believe it makes me real.
I thought it’d be easy, but nobody believes me...”
No truer words were ever said. I tried to be the figurehead of the Resistance.
Not for the limelight.
Not for the attention.
Not for a career boost.
Not for one last chance.
I did it because it was the right thing to do, and ever since I did all I have had is my name slandered, mud thrown at me, my accomplishments and achievements mocked and all but destroyed.
By the very people I was fighting for....
So it comes down to the question....”Why bother? Why fight?”
For the fame?
For the glory?
Because it’s the right thing to do?
Or to go out the way you came in.....that’s the one...
I’m a fighter, and I’d rather my career was ended in the ring fighting till the bitter end.
At one time I was the ray of hope for nCw, and contrary to what Killswitch Engage may say....hope most certainly dies....
...and it dies tonight!
{We open up on the lockeroom, a few nCw wrestlers can be seen milling around preparing themselves for their huge pay per view matches. Spike Kane sits on a bench staring straight at his own locker which is wide open, hanging up is the AOTR hoodie that Lance put in there earlier.}
...my mind is not my own anymore. Too clouded, I can’t think anymore....
{We flash away from this scene to another. A large Catholic church, at the doors we can see a man donning a plain black hoodie with the hood up. He enters through the doors and sits down at a pew, leaning backwards and allowing his thoughts to flow.}
...at least here there is peace. Why here though? My faith in God was destroyed a long time ago, and it’ll take more than the end of my career to turn that one around. In my opinion if God truly does exist, he’s a f*cking bastard!
....my match is merely hours away and I’m sitting in a church cursing the very person it was built for. A testament to how screwed up my mind is right now. I guess the truth of it is, I want to believe in God like the roster may want to believe in me. But like I have been let down and bitterly betrayed by the “saviour” so have the people of nCw by me.
....I know I’m a dick, I’ve ruined people’s lives, and I’ve injured people and ended their careers.
...I was a heartless bastard.
NO.
I AM a heartless bastard...
I think....
I...
{Flash back to the lockeroom. Spike now has the Age of the Revolution hoodie in his hands, he looks down at it, pure anger and hatred burning in his eyes. The passion, the drive lighting up the aura of Spike Kane, General Manager of Collision, Hall of Famer, Former World Champion, Former National Champion, Three times a stable leader.........the GOD of Xtreme....}
Trent....I think I finally understand....
{A smirk spreads across the face of Spike Kane has he stands up holding the hoodie with one hand and reaches into his lockeroom and picks something out, something we haven’t seen in nCw for a loooooong time. Something that I can guarantee you right now has put a smile on at least one person reading this’ face....
The Spiked One Version 7.0 .....a sledgehammer....wrapped in barbed wire.
Spike is back....}