Post by Spike Kane on Jun 24, 2021 18:16:05 GMT -5
I’m sorry.
Take it however you want Shane, but I’m gonna say it up front. I’m sorry for what comes next. You see, I look at you, and without any bullshit or blowing smoke up your ass, I see a man on the complete opposite side of his career path to myself. I see you, breaking through, making a name for yourself. Enjoying your job, enjoying your life, enjoying your family.
That time with your family….
That is the cost of being successful in this business Shane.
The better you are, the higher you rise up that ladder, the more time this business demands. That time shrinks, it gets shorter and shorter, the job calls. The company needs you. You signed a contract, you’re due to appear, go do what you’re good at.
So consider what comes next a favour, from a failed father to a young star climbing the ranks. I’m going to send you home Shane, I’m going to give your family their time with you. I’m going to send you home to your girls and though you won’t realise at first? In the future, you’ll thank me for it. When those little girls all grow up knowing who you are, having little in jokes and routines only the two, three, or four of you know? You’ll thank me, in the long run, that I can promise you. The thing is though Shane, I have to sit and wonder about why this match was even booked. Either someone didn’t do their homework?
Or someone doesn’t like you.
I’m more than happy to earn my stripes all over again Shane, that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I’m the best that has ever stepped foot in the squared circle, and I’m more than happy to prove that every single time I head to that ring. I’m more than happy shutting everyone the fuck up, when I mow through an entire roster, and put every single one of you down once and for all.
I’m not your friend, and I never will be.
I’m the most violent, nastiest asshole you’ll ever meet in your life Locke. I’m not just bragging here, it’s not all ego - and yeah, I do have an ego, one I’ve earned doing this week in week over for almost twenty five fucking years - I’m legitimately trying to let you know who you’ve been booked to defend your championship against. The SPARK Championship, one you’ve - to be honest? Done a pretty damn good job of holding. I’m not here to dismiss your championship reign, or put down the calibre of your opponents.
I’m simply here to end that reign.
Someone doesn’t want you getting a world title shot…..and in the process?
They’ve handed me a direct path.
~~~
The BANG! Bus is loading up just outside the prison, as the team members of BANG! Bros celebrate their victory, in particular congratulations Kanyon for getting the victory. Spike stands off to the side, looking out to the skyline, rubbing his head where Dylan Black had clocked him with his bat. It still hurt, but he was already planning on how to get revenge. Spike turned to face the Bus and rejoin his team mates when the sudden smell of sulfur caught his attention. Suddenly a ring of fire erupted around him, and Spike fell through. After falling for a few seconds, Spike lands in a red leather armchair.
“FAILURE”
The word screams in his head like it did after the XHF Rumble.
Spike: Well actually…..we won, so….
“Your team might have won, but you failed.”
Spike: That depends how you look at it. I contributed as a team mate, and I contributed as a wild card when it was required. Either way, I’m one step closer to the X*Crown.
“Valid point. Don’t fail me again Spike Kane…..you will not like the consequences!”
At this Spike rises from his chair, pissed off. The room he finds himself in is almost completely made out of wood. Bookshelves built into the wall panels, old, dark wood.
Spike: Or what!? I get dragged back to hell? Again? You make me torture people, again!? You show me my kids in heaven and how I’ll never get to see them again!? Huh!? What the fuck can you do to me that you haven’t already!
Spike grabs the chair and flings it across the room, like before in what must be a similar place, the chair simply dissipates unsatisfyingly. He clenches his fists, and slams his eyes shut taking in a deep breath through the nostrils, trying to calm down.
“There are much worse things in existence than hell dear Michael.”
Spike: What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?
As Spike turns around the walls erupt with fire once more, and as the room burns away Spike finds himself back in his dank, dirty, and disused wrestling school slash home, with the hunchbacked form of former XHF Legend Snake sat next to him.
Snake: What did the boss want?
Spike: To refocus me.
Cut.
~~~
I know you’re going to look at me and automatically assume you can whoop my ass. I get it a lot, in fact it’s probably benefited me a lot in my career, because I’ve made a fuck ton of money proving people wrong over the years. It gives me a kick, I love seeing the looks on peoples faces when they tell me I can’t do something, and then go and do it. Whether it’s winning a championship, or a rumble match, or even just a one on one match. I’ve thrown down with anyone and everyone across the world.
Guess what?
I’m still here.
Funny that isn’t it? You see, I’ve made history absolutely everywhere that I have gone, including the hallowed halls of the XHF itself. I was even booked on one of the XHF’s first shows, just to lend my star power name to that Fat Fuck and his company. I even ran Combat Wrestling exclusively on the XHF Network before the circumstances of my life caused me to close it down.
I was dying, you see.
I had cancer.
Which was kind of fitting because I was a cancer myself, to anyone I ever loved or cared about. Somehow, someway their lives were fucked up by yours truly. Even with the best of intentions, it’d always go wrong, but then I guess it’s hard to make things up with your estranged son after you beat the shit out of him with your best friend, and put him in hospital, and also kicked his boyfriend out of the wrestling school just because I could.
Jokes on me though, because his next boyfriend straight up killed me.
I died in an IWF as the reigning, DEFENDING two time Imperial Champion. A legacy that meant something, that stems direct from XHF and how so many of us ended up in nCw and carried our rivalries and past with us, until we took over. Then when nCw closed it’s doors, IWF continued the tradition and for the fans, it was a continuation. The same stars they’d watched on Collision would now be on Sacrifice under another banner…..I climbed to the top of each of those companies, one after the other, I brought talent with me, I trained those I saw potential in, and I taught them all lessons the way I and only I can teach them.
In the ring.
With violence.
That’s who you’re facing Shane. This farm boy schtick is all good and well where you’re at right now Shane. This pique in your fame is probably the last time you’ll get to call yourself the family man. The cracks are already showing and you know it. That time isn’t something you can ever get back, as a man wracked with regret? Trust me, listen to me, I’m not tearing you down. I’m not ignoring your strengths, your abilities, not at all. This is going to be a brutal match, I can already see it now. All I’m doing is warning you about the sharks that are starting to swim.
Like I said, someone either completely misjudges your capabilities, or someone wants you hurt.
After twenty odd years in the business? My money is on the latter.
Paying attention Shane? I put my own son in the hospital, I wrestled with cancer (I also pretended I was faking to the fans, which was a master stroke) I nearly killed my twin brother and my best friend in the ring, because I NEEDED TO WIN. You don’t seem to understand, any of you, at all….you don’t understand the lengths I’m willing to go to, just to make sure I come out on top. Just to make sure I get what I want. Don’t believe me?
Ask Dylan Black.
Ask Jasse Jamester.
So one last time I send you both a warning, and an apology in advance Shane.
What do you seriously hope to do against a man who has literally been to hell, and will do whatever it takes to have to be the victor, someone who would rather die in the ring than lose? Can you possibly measure up to that commitment, does wrestling mean as much to you as it does to me? Does success mean as much? Is the will to get there the same, is the drive and the desire to be the best even close to comparable?
Go back to the farm Shane.
While you still can.
We cut back to Spike and Snake in the Xander Aiden Kane Memorial wrestling school. Spike is sat on the ring apron of one of the training rings. Snake is inside the ring, using the ropes to hold himself up.
Snake: Maybe they’ve gone on holiday?
Spike: Have you even paid attention to what has been happening dude? For fuck sake.The world is fucked.
Snake: Still think you’re in hell?
Spike: 100%
Snake: Why!?
Spike slowly drops off the ring apron and looks around, before walking to one of the shutters, Snake appears next to him, hobbling along.
Snake: Why Spike!?
Spike: You ever read a history book, and wonder how people felt and acted during certain times in history?
Spike gestures around him.
Spike: Turns out people are just cunts. As a collective, people are selfish, horrible, spiteful creatures. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people died, and Joe fucking Bloggs won’t wear a mask!? The kindest most loveliest people end up dying to cancer while absolute scum bags, murderers, rapists, child molesters….roam free.
Snake: How’s that any different from normal?
Spike: Because the world paused like it has in the past, and money made it fucking spin again, because that’s all everything is ever about, and what do they say about money being the route of all evil!?
Snake: That’s not enough evidence to back up your idea that Lucifer is just fucking with you. A lot of effort to go to..
Spike lifts the shutter and picks up a large gas can. He looks at Snake, as he holds it up and smirks.
Spike: Add to the fact that James Gilmore is a two time Imperial Champion, Superstar of the Year, and an IWF Hall of Famer. Yeah. Lucy is fucking with me.
Snake: That’s a fair argument to make….
Spike: So fuck it. Nothing matters anyway, right? It doesn’t matter what I do, or who I hurt, or don’t hurt, I’m in hell, or I’m going back. Either way I’m fucked. So I’m going to do the most damage I can while I’m here.
Spike begins to wildly splash the gas can around, pouring the liquid over the ropes and ring aprons around, before chucking some into his old office.
Snake: What if you’re wrong? You're gonna burn down the school you named after your son, you're home with Astrid, Pandora, and Hope.
Spike looks up at Snake, as he throws the can to the ground, it makes a dull empty sound as it bounces around, splashing it's last amounts of residue on some of the photographs of Spike and his family.
Spike: I'm nothing to anyone anymore, nothing I do will benefit anyone, so why bother? What’s the worst that can happen, I die again? Matches…
Snake motions to check for any matches, before shaking his head as if to say “why the fuck would I have matches” before he puts his hand on Spike’s shoulder and Spike nods knowingly. Flames erupt around the pair, and immediately begin to spread through the gasoline. Snake and Spike disappear into the fire, and emerge a couple of hundred feet away from the school, which is already bursting into flames. Spike stares down the street, gazing into the fire.
Spike: I’m going to burn absolutely anything and anyone who gets in my way.
Snake looks at Spike as if he’s cracked and rubs his neck nervously, before the camera focusing on Spike’s eyes slowly fades on the blaze within them.
~~~
Now I’ve tried to warn you, I’ve given you the same advice I’ve given to countless others, but for you it’s more personal Shane. For you, I don’t want to ruin your life, which is crazy because I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about anyone, but I see everything you have, and everything you stand to lose..
Which you will.
Either you’ll fall by my hand at Overheated, or you’ll somehow fluke your way to a world heavyweight championship. The dream for a run of the mill yankee doodle dipshit like you, the heights of your fame. Your name in lights for the world title for the first time ever. The problem is, I don’t have anything else to do Shane. I’m literally here to wrestle, and that is it. I’m here to fight, and fight, and fight, and fight, until I get my hands on the X*Crown Championship, and if I have to earn my way there from the bottom up in Fireside, so be it. If I can make it through my match with Steve Awesome, that only enhances my chances of getting hold of it. Taking out Dylan and Jesse is all part of the plan. I’m taking as many steps as I can, to ensure that championship ends up around my waist, and I’ll be more than happy to collect any and every championship on my way there, because remember this one Shane, it’ll be the truest thing you’ve heard me speak.
The belt doesn’t make the man.
The man makes the belt.
Of course, man isn’t inclusive, the person makes the belt Shane. Whether it be reigning over a federation as a world champion, fighting all comers as blue blood, up and coming goodie two shoes. The person holding the belt makes it important…..or they don’t. Tell me, have you overshadowed anyone with your title reign? I have a tendency to do that. Tell me, what would you call someone who would take a championship viewed by the vast majority of the fanbase and the wrestlers backstage in the locker rooms to be a second or third tier championship, take that title and go on a reign that over shadows the first ever two time world champion being crowned. A reign that won several yearly awards, while the world champion fought in the background, in the shadow of Spike Kane in full God of Steel mode.
Tell me a match that stands a chance of delivering over the summer more than Spike Kane Vs Dylan Black Vs Jesse Jamester!
The common denomiator, is me, Shane. I steal the show, everywhere. I bring the focus, the attention, the fans, the news sites, everything. Watch how many youtubers are giving their opinions as we get closer to Overheated, and watch how many of them tell you quite how fucked you are. Meanwhile, you plod on as the simple little farmboy that you are, doing the whole fucking Colossus thing, eh? Giant ass beast of a man, with a heart of gold. More like a heart of weakness, because that's all it'll be, right Shane? I mean like I said, you're not exactly setting the world on fire right now are you? Nobody is talking about how hyped they are to see Shane Locke, no....no...
They're too busy talking about me.
Tell me a match that stands a chance of delivering over the summer more than Spike Kane Vs Dylan Black Vs Jesse Jamester!
The common denomiator, is me, Shane. I steal the show, everywhere. I bring the focus, the attention, the fans, the news sites, everything. Watch how many youtubers are giving their opinions as we get closer to Overheated, and watch how many of them tell you quite how fucked you are. Meanwhile, you plod on as the simple little farmboy that you are, doing the whole fucking Colossus thing, eh? Giant ass beast of a man, with a heart of gold. More like a heart of weakness, because that's all it'll be, right Shane? I mean like I said, you're not exactly setting the world on fire right now are you? Nobody is talking about how hyped they are to see Shane Locke, no....no...
They're too busy talking about me.
I mean I’m mostly hearing people talk about how I ruined Best of the Best by essentially shutting Dylan Black down. I’m sure someone will blow in the cartridge and put him back together again soon enough, but the point was made. The point you should pay attention to, I am Spike Kane. I don’t care if you don’t know me, I don’t care if you don’t respect me. I’ll fucking earn it, like I have done, time and time again. I’ll go out there and fucking prove that I’m the best that there has ever been, and I’ll prove it on any show, at any time. Whether there’s cameras watching, or ten redneck hicks in the stands, I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck!
Fuck each and every one of you.
Fuck the XHF.
Fuck WRESTLING.
Fuck Mongo!
And fuck you Shane Locke.
You’re in my way, I did the nice thing and gave you a warning with a hint of a history lesson. I’ve told you what is coming your way, and I’ve told you the lengths I’m prepared to go, pride is going to be your downfall, like so many before you. I’ve heard it all before, but this Irish Rebel is going to kick ten shades of shit out of you, beat the farm boy pride out of you, until you realise the truth of my words, and rue the day you were ever booked to share the ring with the God of Xtreme.
The Spiked One.
The Blood God.
All Bloody Hail.