Post by Spike Kane on Oct 13, 2009 16:38:22 GMT -6
A house divided against itself cannot stand. - Abraham Lincoln.
”The time has finally come, finally the end of it all is within sight. Reckless Jack, the man not fit to bear the name “Kane” any more will go head to head in this new creation of his with myself, and there is no doubt. There is no question, no queries.....at the end of Road to the Gold III only one man will be left, the other will be at deaths door. That is a guarantee. It truly is the be all and end all, for once it will live up to the hype. Jack....I'll see you in hell.”
”The time has finally come, finally the end of it all is within sight. Reckless Jack, the man not fit to bear the name “Kane” any more will go head to head in this new creation of his with myself, and there is no doubt. There is no question, no queries.....at the end of Road to the Gold III only one man will be left, the other will be at deaths door. That is a guarantee. It truly is the be all and end all, for once it will live up to the hype. Jack....I'll see you in hell.”
We open up now on the illustrious loft apartment of our beloved hero, Spike Kane. The large open living room is lit up by long lamps around the rooms in small alcoves and a roaring fireplace at the opposite end. The big bay doors are open and leading out onto the balcony that overlooks the city of Boston. Sitting on the balcony donning only a long pair of Red Sox shorts is the man himself. He's leaning forward in a garden chair looking out over the skyline clearly deep in thought. In a matter of seconds though River Kane walks out dressed casually looking down at her husband.
River: You're fixing to do something stupid aren't you?
Spike: You know me. Road to the Gold is nCw's biggest show, and if I want to make the headlines I need to go above and beyond.
River: ….I don't mean that, and you know I don't. It's you and Bra-
Spike: Don't call him that!
Spike turns towards her, finger pointed a look of deep pain and anger on his face as he looks upon his wife.
Spike: He doesn't deserve the name, he doesn't deserve A name.....he's Reckless Jack. That is all he ever was, and all he will ever be. A blot on the life's of those he interferes with, a dirty stain that you just can't hide and everybody spots and exploits. He is pure and utter filth......Brad Kane never existed, only ever Jack.
River: You realise how crazy you sound right now, right? Remember your therapy lessons?
Spike: You know I'm only doing those for you and Xander. If I had it my way I'd just unleash the full fury on Brad and not bother holding back.....that's what Conrad wants me to do.
River suddenly runs in front of Spike her newly styled hair falling over one side of her face. She looks at Spike as if he'd just asked for a divorce.
River: What!? Your seeing him again!?
Spike slowly makes his way to his feet, resting a hand on his chest. Clearly still recovering from the brutal tazer attack from his brother. He puts a hand on his wife's shoulder.
Spike: He came to me hon....he came to me just before this whole thing went down. He told me what Jack had been saying about me behind my back. He opened my eyes to what a leech he really is, to how he's used me to further his own career. He showed me River, he showed me that I am the one worth anything.....he showed me that I am the strong one!
River's lip trembles. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at Spike, almost as if he is no longer the man she married. Spike glares back not wanting to back down.
River: You've caused a rift in your family so big I don't think it can ever be repaired Mike. You've tried to kill Br-JACK! JACK! You've tried to kill him, and he almost killed you. Megan won't return any of my calls or emails, it wouldn't surprise me if she hated me as much as you and Br-Jack....hate each other.....your son won't ever be allowed to see his cousins because of your actions Mike!
Spike: I DID WHAT WAS RIGHT! I DID WHAT WAS NEEDED!
River backs away, the drastic change in her husbands attitude and voice tone scaring her deeply after what she has both been through and seen these past few weeks. She steps away from Spike tears beginning to flow.
River: You're just as bad as he is Mike....you've become just like him, just like Conrad....YOUR A MONSTER!
The rage is clearly building in Spike as he turns to face his wife who is making her way towards the living room. Suddenly though the anger and hatred in Spike's eyes is replaced with an intense look of shock. Standing there at the edge of the doorway to the house is a man holding Spike Kane's almost one year old son, Xander. Spike's eyes turn to fear, the look of a man who is begging god not to let something happen. The man is Joe Ragnal, who is just as confused at Spike's reaction as River is.
Joe: Er....what's wrong? Freya and I just got back from taking Xander to the park.
River takes Xander off of Joe's hands, who seems to relax a little. River turns around and storms into the house. Spike however begins to glare at Joe, Joe looks concerned, raising his hands as he tries to take a step or two backwards.
Spike: How dare you come into my house and put your filthy defiling hands anywhere near my son!
Joe: Er...Spike, what the hell man?
Spike balls his hands into fists and the image of Joe Ragnal flickers and is replaced with that of Conrad Kane. Clearly this is what Spike is seeing. Joe raises his arms in defence trying to plead with Spike.
Spike: You corrupted me enough! You let Jack rot into the disgrace he is today you will NOT get your hands on my son!
Spike launches a right hand catching Joe square on the jaw, in a matter of seconds Spike is on top of Joe standing over him as if some form of MMA match, he sends down a left and then another right before Freya comes running into the room and pushes Spike backwards, he trips on the edge of the door and falls on his ass .
Freya: What in the blue hell is your *** damn problem Michael!? Joe was just bringing in Xander from the car!
Spike: Wh...Joe!?
Spike shakes his head and rubs his eyes, the guy laying on the floor is in fact Joe Ragnal, and not Conrad like he had believed it to be. Spike leans on his elbow looking up at the furious face of his pregnant sister and her lover who has blood coming from the nose.
Spike: Joe I....I......I'm sorry.
Freya: You ought to be ashamed of what you've become Mike. You used to be everything to me, my link to the world. Now look at us, look at how we live, look at what you do! Brad was right about you.....I hope you get what you deserve on Sunday......
River comes back over to the group. Joe is on his feet now glaring at Spike, both angry and extremely worried at the same time. River has a duffel bag over her shoulder. She stands behind Joe and Freya as she looks down at Spike.
River: I'm going Mike. I'm going to stay with Freya and Joe until you get over whatever the hell this is, and if you don't? Then I'm pretty sure the courts will be happy to give me full custody over Xander....
Spike tries to get to his feet as quick as possible but the events had rocked his brain and he stumbled backwards slamming into the rail of the balcony. He reaches out for his wife and son as tears fall from his face.
Spike: Baby.....please......I can't do this without you......I need you....
River: End this bullcrap with Brad, be the man who I married! I didn't marry this violent psychopath hell bent on destroying his entire family! I love you to death Mike, but I'm not going to watch you self destruct!
”And just like that, she was gone?”
Boom! Movie style flash to a day later where we see Spike Kane laying on a chair, bed, type thing clearly in a psychiatrists office. The therapist is a woman dark brown hair and looking extremely professional. Really hot looking if your into that style, but that's besides the point. She has a note pad and is scribbling before she eyes the clock. Spike swivels around and turns to face her.
Spike: You gotta understand Doc, my wife and son, they mean anything to me. More than anything else in the world.
Doctor: More than wrestling?
Spike: Yes! Of course!
Doctor: More than beating your brother on Sunday Night?
Spike: …....that's a cheap shot.
Doctor: No Mr Kane, that is your problem right there. You need to put these feelings towards your twin sibling to the side if you ever hope to get your family back together. That is all we have time for today Mr Kane, we shall talk more about your father in our next session.
Spike sighs and mumbles as he climbs to his feet. He walks through the door to the reception area picking up a thin bright green hooded jacket off the rack and putting it on. He slips a hand into the pockets and stops before removing the hand to see that a photograph had been placed in there, he freezes as he looks at the photograph, it is simply a photo of a grave stone. The grave reads:
R.I.P.
Conrad Christopher Kane
1956 – 2006
Conrad Christopher Kane
1956 – 2006
Spike shakes visibly as he looks at the picture and we, simply.....cut.
I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this, because I honestly can't remember. The day when I will finally be able to rip your *** damn throat out without anybody trying to stop me. Road to the Gold seems like a fitting place to finally end the pathetic twenty third run of Reckless Jack in nCw. Oh, don't worry I listened to you Jackey boy, I listened to your whiny speech about how everybody treats me better then they treat you, about how everyone respects me and nobody does you. Do you want to know why?
Because I'm far better than you.
You see you like to whine and complain about the crap life you've had, about how you were brought up in a rough area and your “brother” was shot and yadda yadda, waaaa waaa. Yeah, okay you didn't have a good upbringing, gee that sounds familiar but do you hear me going on and on about it? Do you see me drumming it into peoples minds so they will take pity on me? No, I go out there night after night and prove to people why they should respect me, why they should like me.
You actually think bringing up how people treat you when you come back time after time after time to try and prove some kind of point? All you did was shine a great big spotlight on what a loser you really are. I mean let's face it Jack what happened when you lost the X-Division title? Did you just leave? Get fed up? Fade away? What about when your attempt at a stable fell completely flat on it's face....oh, that's right you took your ball, cried and got your ass kicked by Lance Ryan. Then the real Age of the Revolution showed up and proved what a faction should be, kind of like right now....The Forgotten. World and X-Division champions, that's pretty impressive Jack.
The reason nobody cares when you show up is because you never do anything, you never make that impact, you ironically are the one who is easily forgotten. You never leave a mark Jack, the only thing you really did that meant anything was beating Christian twice in one night.....wow, like that's some kind of accomplishment. Whereas I am welcomed back with open arms because I don't leave on bad terms, I don't burn bridges, make excuses and let everybody down. Not to mention that I'm one of the most successful men that has ever come through the ranks of nCw. The last of a dying breed, those who have fought for were they are, those who earn everything they have. Lance and I are those people. You, you're like the new breed they think everything is owed to them because they're so awesome. Yet they fail to realise that the guys already here? One more time just so you can hear it clearly.
Are better than you.
So when it all comes down to it Brad, that's what there is. In everything we do in our lives....except sleeping around like a massive overcompensating retard....I'm better than you. Yeah you may have a smutty wife, and several kids with several women and my marriage may be in a state of flux right now, but at the end of the day it won't change the fact that I'm better than you, and come Sunday when that bell rings? Megan won't be able to help you, your bastard kids won't be able to help you and I sure as hell won't help you, because I will be the one bringing you closer and closer to the death you so desperately crave little Jackey.
Ever since you first fell off the wagon, since you lost the ability to handle your drink....and I mean, come on....we're Irish so we're genetically bred for drinking! So...I mean, you must have been hitting it pretty dam hard to fall that far, Christ how do we know that you didn't run over some poor kid whilst you were driving around like a drunken disgrace for a human being? Yeah....low blow but screw this, I'm not getting into this politics-esque slanging match. Yeah, I had a problem, a pretty bad problem. It was how I coped with the hand that life had dealt me. Not like you extended a hand to help your brother is it? Not like you even attempted to help you just left me there to rot....you thought you were above me, that I was beneath you like some kind of bum on the street.
Joke's on you Jack. I have more money than I can make sense with, I've ran successful wrestling companies, my band made it to a semi professional stage, and as far as my own salary goes? Well...damn, I won't be giving that up any time soon you can count on that. I kicked my habit Jack, ON MY OWN. I didn't have the help of a woman who would do anything just to get in my pants, no I had to work hard to give up my vice, I had to fight against myself to prove that I could do it. Then I found River, and since then my life has been almost blissful. I have enjoyed a long and fairly injury free career, I've won more championship belts than I could ever be bothered to list.....and for a while I had a great family.
Before you ruined everything.
You defiled what Freya was, turned her into a replica of that slut for a wife you have. You actually had me doubting myself for the tag team title loss to the Smokin' Aces and you actually expect me to look up to you? You're a disgrace Jack.
I may be a monster.....but you don't deserve to even live.
That is what Dad told me, he opened my eyes and showed me how you were ruining everything. He showed me what would happen and how you would drive River away from me, corrupt my son and destroy my career.
Well not any more.
A house divided against itself cannot stand, never have truer words been spoken, and come Road to the Gold they will be fulfilled when I finally end the haggard, sporadic, pathetic career of the worlds biggest loser. Reckless Jack.
I'm coming for blood Jack. No rules. No code of conduct.......
Just the end.
Because I'm far better than you.
You see you like to whine and complain about the crap life you've had, about how you were brought up in a rough area and your “brother” was shot and yadda yadda, waaaa waaa. Yeah, okay you didn't have a good upbringing, gee that sounds familiar but do you hear me going on and on about it? Do you see me drumming it into peoples minds so they will take pity on me? No, I go out there night after night and prove to people why they should respect me, why they should like me.
You actually think bringing up how people treat you when you come back time after time after time to try and prove some kind of point? All you did was shine a great big spotlight on what a loser you really are. I mean let's face it Jack what happened when you lost the X-Division title? Did you just leave? Get fed up? Fade away? What about when your attempt at a stable fell completely flat on it's face....oh, that's right you took your ball, cried and got your ass kicked by Lance Ryan. Then the real Age of the Revolution showed up and proved what a faction should be, kind of like right now....The Forgotten. World and X-Division champions, that's pretty impressive Jack.
The reason nobody cares when you show up is because you never do anything, you never make that impact, you ironically are the one who is easily forgotten. You never leave a mark Jack, the only thing you really did that meant anything was beating Christian twice in one night.....wow, like that's some kind of accomplishment. Whereas I am welcomed back with open arms because I don't leave on bad terms, I don't burn bridges, make excuses and let everybody down. Not to mention that I'm one of the most successful men that has ever come through the ranks of nCw. The last of a dying breed, those who have fought for were they are, those who earn everything they have. Lance and I are those people. You, you're like the new breed they think everything is owed to them because they're so awesome. Yet they fail to realise that the guys already here? One more time just so you can hear it clearly.
Are better than you.
So when it all comes down to it Brad, that's what there is. In everything we do in our lives....except sleeping around like a massive overcompensating retard....I'm better than you. Yeah you may have a smutty wife, and several kids with several women and my marriage may be in a state of flux right now, but at the end of the day it won't change the fact that I'm better than you, and come Sunday when that bell rings? Megan won't be able to help you, your bastard kids won't be able to help you and I sure as hell won't help you, because I will be the one bringing you closer and closer to the death you so desperately crave little Jackey.
Ever since you first fell off the wagon, since you lost the ability to handle your drink....and I mean, come on....we're Irish so we're genetically bred for drinking! So...I mean, you must have been hitting it pretty dam hard to fall that far, Christ how do we know that you didn't run over some poor kid whilst you were driving around like a drunken disgrace for a human being? Yeah....low blow but screw this, I'm not getting into this politics-esque slanging match. Yeah, I had a problem, a pretty bad problem. It was how I coped with the hand that life had dealt me. Not like you extended a hand to help your brother is it? Not like you even attempted to help you just left me there to rot....you thought you were above me, that I was beneath you like some kind of bum on the street.
Joke's on you Jack. I have more money than I can make sense with, I've ran successful wrestling companies, my band made it to a semi professional stage, and as far as my own salary goes? Well...damn, I won't be giving that up any time soon you can count on that. I kicked my habit Jack, ON MY OWN. I didn't have the help of a woman who would do anything just to get in my pants, no I had to work hard to give up my vice, I had to fight against myself to prove that I could do it. Then I found River, and since then my life has been almost blissful. I have enjoyed a long and fairly injury free career, I've won more championship belts than I could ever be bothered to list.....and for a while I had a great family.
Before you ruined everything.
You defiled what Freya was, turned her into a replica of that slut for a wife you have. You actually had me doubting myself for the tag team title loss to the Smokin' Aces and you actually expect me to look up to you? You're a disgrace Jack.
I may be a monster.....but you don't deserve to even live.
That is what Dad told me, he opened my eyes and showed me how you were ruining everything. He showed me what would happen and how you would drive River away from me, corrupt my son and destroy my career.
Well not any more.
A house divided against itself cannot stand, never have truer words been spoken, and come Road to the Gold they will be fulfilled when I finally end the haggard, sporadic, pathetic career of the worlds biggest loser. Reckless Jack.
I'm coming for blood Jack. No rules. No code of conduct.......
Just the end.