Post by Spike Kane on Sept 12, 2009 16:21:10 GMT -6
Do you understand why yet Jack? Do you understand why you disgust me so much? You are a terrible human being Jack, you are a disgusting person....and you do not deserve to carry the name Kane. Say what you will about me Jack, but it is all meaningless until I get my hands on you and finally begin your death.
Brad Kane is dead.
Now I begin the death of Reckless Jack.
Brad Kane is dead.
Now I begin the death of Reckless Jack.
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We open up on a large loft apartment in Boston, MA. The Forgotten can be seen sitting around a coffee table playing some kind of card game, small talk being present and all.
Cam:: Man, I’m so excited about Battlegrounds.
Falcon:: We’ll be leaving shortly to make sure we have enough time to train and relax for the show.
Rob:: Yup. It’s gonna be a clean sweep for The Forgotten I can feel it.
Spike: Yeah....you guys have fun.
Spike drops his cards on the table and stands up walking away towards the large windows. Falcon follows a look of concern on his face.
Falcon:: Spike? What’s up man?
Spike: Nothing man, I’m just still pissed about not being on the Battlegrounds Card.
Falcon:: I know that, but there’s something more.....isn’t there?
Spike: .....*Spike’s jaw trembles a little*....yes.
Falcon:: Woa, dude.....what’s wrong? You know I’m here for you, we all are.
Spike: Just before you guys got here I got a call, my friend James....he’s.....he ....commited suicide.
The room is filled with complete and utter silence. Cam and Rob out of respect more than anything, Falcon out of shock.
Falcon:: Are you sure you want to go through with Wired tomorrow? I’m sure Leo wouldn’t mind cutting you some slack in this situation man.
Spike: If I don’t go who knows what will happen next? I’ll be opening Suspence as a way of degrading me even more.
Falcon:: Your real life comes first Mike....you know that. Do you know why he did it? What happened?
Spike: He’d fallen madly in love with this girl....someone we both used to work with, and when he finally had the guts to come forward she struck him down, harshly too. He was crushed.....and I told him to get over her, I wasn’t there for him....he.....he threw himself in front of a train. Chester Road train station back home in Birmingham....
Spike is welling up with tears now as he tries to keep his cool.
Falcon:: Spike, you need some time man. You need to deal with this, you can’t fight like this....it’ll crush you.
Spike: No. Fighting is exactly what I do need to do, I need to distract myself, keep my mind occupied because the moment I accept his death is the moment he is really gone and he can’t be gone! He’s my friend! He’s such a harmless innocent person, he doesn’t deserve to die.....
Cam: and Rob: have both got to their feet moving over towards Spike now, true concern on their faces. The grudge between Diamond and Spike all but invisible as the Forgotten crowd around Spike to help him deal with his grief. We fade on the weeping of a man who has last a real friend for a stupid reason.
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Most people have said I’m doing everything wrong. They keep telling me that I need to get to grips with reality, to accept the fact and not try and put it off. But you know what? F**k them, I do things my way, always have, always will. Today I lost a friend, right now my emotions are all over the place, I’m angry, I’m upset, and I’m scared.
I’m a *** damn explosion waiting to happen and there’s only one way to deal with it, the only way I know how. Fight. I’m pissed about being on Wired, but at the end of the day it’s a match and an excuse vent my steam on three poor souls.
Jack Hammond, once a great performer now the biggest joke since Joe Everyman. Gabrial Karras a human priah who should be wiped from the face of the earth, and Tommy Victor, a rookie not good enough to even lace my boots. Forgive me for being frank ladies, but you do not deserve my time right now. I have pressing issues that effect my life and my mind. You three are just punching bags for me to tear apart come Wired tomorrow night.
No disrespect, no anger towards you...well, maybe Gabriel, but just the truth.
Come Wired I will walk into that ring with a desire, a NEED to defeat you all. It is how I deal with things that go wrong in my life, and enough has gone wrong for me to be almost perfect at it. I will vent, I will rage, I will fight like I have never fought before, as if I were fighting for the nCw World Heavyweight Championship.....I will become the Spike of old, because I need to be.
I will be victorious and then, once my hand is raised I will lose. I will give in, and I will finally let go of my friend.
I dedicate tomorrow night’s victory to my friend James Heath 1982 – 2009. Rest in peace my friend.
live fast.
die young.
All. Bloody. Hail.
{In loving memory of James Heath, Famous Forever}
I’m a *** damn explosion waiting to happen and there’s only one way to deal with it, the only way I know how. Fight. I’m pissed about being on Wired, but at the end of the day it’s a match and an excuse vent my steam on three poor souls.
Jack Hammond, once a great performer now the biggest joke since Joe Everyman. Gabrial Karras a human priah who should be wiped from the face of the earth, and Tommy Victor, a rookie not good enough to even lace my boots. Forgive me for being frank ladies, but you do not deserve my time right now. I have pressing issues that effect my life and my mind. You three are just punching bags for me to tear apart come Wired tomorrow night.
No disrespect, no anger towards you...well, maybe Gabriel, but just the truth.
Come Wired I will walk into that ring with a desire, a NEED to defeat you all. It is how I deal with things that go wrong in my life, and enough has gone wrong for me to be almost perfect at it. I will vent, I will rage, I will fight like I have never fought before, as if I were fighting for the nCw World Heavyweight Championship.....I will become the Spike of old, because I need to be.
I will be victorious and then, once my hand is raised I will lose. I will give in, and I will finally let go of my friend.
I dedicate tomorrow night’s victory to my friend James Heath 1982 – 2009. Rest in peace my friend.
live fast.
die young.
All. Bloody. Hail.
{In loving memory of James Heath, Famous Forever}