In Due Time [Birthday Bash #2]
Jul 2, 2021 21:27:42 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dylan, and 1 more like this
Post by Spike Kane on Jul 2, 2021 21:27:42 GMT -5
“Keep running your mouth, and I’ma call your bluff.”
I’d like to think I’ve made my point by now, but looking at the two of you? I don’t think words can penetrate your thick skulls, but that’s okay. I’ve always been a firm believer that your actions speak louder than words ever could. So let’s break down said actions, yeah?
I made Dylan Black look like a bitch in front of the entire world.
Then to add salt to the wounds, a lesser wrestler walks out and beats him to win the Battle of the Best. Now, that’s not me taking a shot at Valentine, but more a compliment to Dylan - I know, I’m a weird creature, but let’s be honest, who thought Evan Valentine Jr could beat Dylan Black? Yeah….not many people…
But I took it away from you Dylan. I took that potential future X*Crown Title shot away from you. A nice Spike Impaler to truly introduce myself, and then one of the most beautiful Blood God’s Wraths I think I’ve ever hit….
AND IT WAS GLORIOUS!
But it doesn’t end there, does it?
See, Jesse Jamester was a little more difficult to reach. Obviously I used my big moment to sign with Fireside and destroy Dylan, but I needed to send a message to you too Jesse. A message you still don’t seem to understand….
So I took your sons throat, I stuck a chair in it, and slammed it into the fucking floor.
Oh man, did that chair shot to your little boy’s skull feel so fucking satisfying! Did you see the dent it made? Perfection. I couldn’t make you bleed, like I did Dylan, so I found the next best thing. After all, it’s still your blood, right? I took the initiative, and I fired the first shots to both of you before either of you had a fucking chance to come at me….
And you know how the saying goes, right?
Blood for the Blood God!
I’ll be sure to collect my debt of blood come GUNs Birthday Bash.
~~~
THEN
“This is still hell, after all, brother…”
The words rank around Spike’s head, almost as if it was hollow and they bounced around his skull. He stared daggers at the man he’d originally known as Reckless Jack standing before him, the bizarre, twisted, and outright cruel history of his family rushing through his mind.
Spike: Why am I not surprised to see you here?
“Where else would I be?”
Spike slowly pulls himself up to his full height, as he stands opposite his twin brother, Spike the elder, by mere minutes.
Spike: Like I said, I’m not surprised. You were just as much of a cunt as I was.
“Can you blame me? Given our genetics? Our family history? Our family curse?
Slowly Spike turns his back on Brad, as he shakes his head and looks out into the hellscape and flames outside his window. After a moment or two Brad comes and stands next to him.
Spike: You know that’s no excuse right?
“Two of us ended up the way we did, coincidence?”
Spike cocks an eyebrow as he tilts his head towards Brad, snorting as he does so.
Spike: Two out of three, remember. Fre-.....Abigail, she’s not like us.
“Well, I mean she did spend a lot more time in an institute than either of us.”
Spike: Maybe having brothers who cared about her made the difference.
Now it’s Brad’s turn to snort, as he shoves Spike by the shoulder. Spike stumbles a step or two, before he turns ready to square up to Brad, but he doesn’t bite the bait.
“You’re saying I didn’t care about you?”
Spike: Bitch please! You only cared about making a name for yourself off of mine! The whole bullshit with NOT-Freya!? The whole “I have to be the one to put you down!” ….hey! Asshole!
Brad was in the middle of turning away from Spike, before he reached out and grabbed Brad, forcing him to turn around and face him, as Spike held his hand palm outwards towards Brad, showing him the scar that ran along it.
Spike: You’re the asshole who did this!
“To put you down!”
Spike: But you didn’t, did you!?
“I’m happy to give it another shot!”
Now Brad begins to get into Spike’s face, and the two of them begin to snarl at each other. Brad leans up to press his head into Spike’s as Spike balls his fists. With a roar of rage Spike swings for his brother, but Brad simply steps backwards out of Spike’s reach and begins laughing.
“Ha….haha…...hahaha…..it’s so easy!”
The form of Brad chuckles wildly, before doubling over, holding his stomach, before a black smoke begins to swirl around him and the form of Brad changes to one only the die-hard XHF fans would recognise, The T-Bird, Tanya Bird.
Spike: What…..the fuck?
She giggles at Spike and waves. The woman who gave birth to what Spike thought was his first child. Hid him away from Spike for six years, and neglected to tell Spike that his son had inherited Spike’s heart condition.
Spike: Don’t even come near me….I swear, I’ll take your fucking head off!
“Oh come on Spikey baby, don’t you miss me?”
Spike: Hell fucking no! You hid my son away from me! Do you know how long he was in my life for!? Six fucking months!
“Well, it would have been longer baby, if you weren’t such a…..well…..weakling”
Spike’s eyes look like they’re going to burst out of his eyes as he tries to restrain his rage building inside. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose before he looks back at Tanya.
Spike: You’ll have to forgive me for supporting my fucking brother in the womb. Knowing what I know now? I probably wouldn’t have bothered.
Now Tanya begins to slowly circle Spike, who never takes his eyes off of her. The TV screen in the corner still has a remote control sticking out of it, the glass still shattered as the flickering image of Rob Diamond is stuck on the screen.
“Regrets are what makes us, no?”
Spike: Oh I’d never have gone near you either, if I knew what would happen.
“Really? I did bring you to the XHF after all….”
Spike: Yeah, to show me you were shagging Alex Jones behind my back!?
The anger seems to be getting the better of Spike as Tanya circles behind him, looking out the window to the hellscape.
“You were never enough for me, you were never enough for anyone were you? Even your great love Pandora Freeman…..you weren’t enough for her were you? Though I’m sure she’ll be fine with Astrid, without you!”
Her words stab like barbs into Spike’s heart and he turns with fury in his eyes and shove Tanya backwards, she stumbles and falls out of the window, causing Spike’s eyes to grow wide with shock, before the black smoke swirls around her, and begins to dissipate, leaving behind the cackling voice mocking Spike Kane, alone once again, in hells primo real estate.
~~~
Are you scared Dylan?
You don’t strike me as the kind of person to ask for help, especially in a fight, but here we stand. You’re all but begging Jesse to team up with you to take me out, making sure the actions of yours truly are fresh in his twisted mind - as if he wouldn’t remember, as if the image of his son broken and bleeding isn’t embedded in his mind, I mean it’s embedded in mine, and I’ve never seen the poor kid before, or since, but you’re out here trying to make some kind of alliance, and that only reeks of one thing Dylan.
You’re scared of Spike Kane.
You don’t think you can take me on your own.
It amuses me, because you seem to think I’m some kind of idiot, like I didn’t know my actions would have consequences….Dylan, every fucking thing we do and say has a consequence.
So you can play the wounded pup, and make out that I’m the big bad evil guy that the world needs to rally against to put down, I mean, I’ve played that role enough times in my life, I know how to do it. I knew exactly what I was doing Dylan, I was making my intentions known….do you think this match was booked by pure coincidence? Who out of the three of us has the most history with the GUNS in all their shapes and forms? The answer is an easy one, it’s me. You look at me, and you see an arrogant idiot, which is beyond amusing….but hey, just because you’ve got talent in the ring, doesn’t mean you’ve got a brain in your skull.
But remember…
You fired the first shot Black….or do you not remember that?
You were fine letting this idiot do what he wanted in and around the XHF until it involved you, right? Isn’t that what you said? But you see….you weren’t. That was a flat out lie, and I dont like liars, especially when the truth is so fucking deliciously painful. Let’s be honest Dylan, you got yourself involved in something you weren’t expecting or prepared for. I know I talk about myself a lot, I preach the Gospel according to Spike, but it’s not for nothing, no Dylan, you should be realising by now…
Everything I do and say is for a reason.
Maybe I should put my promo on a USB stick and plug it into your fucking skull, maybe then it’ll get through. Maybe then you’ll realise who you crossed, and what you’ve brought upon yourself. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn how to respect your betters, how to respect the fucker who paved the way for jumped up little pricks like you….
I doubt it though, your heads too far up your own ass.
I’m coming to crush you Dylan, and I don’t give a flying fuck how big the target on my back is. If you’ll cast your memory back only a few short weeks you’ll remember me challenging every single entrant into the XHF Rumble, laying down the gauntlet, and doing a damn fucking good job of delivering in said Rumble too...but no, like so many before you, you understimate me. You make a snap judgement, and assume you’re so much better than The God of Xtreme. Maybe you think I’m too old, maybe you think I can’t wrestle, or maybe you just think Spike Kane can’t get it done in the XHF and it’s network?
Either one of those is wrong.
Read the tale of the tape Dylan, look at the legacy I have carved out with blood and violence, and tell me anyone who comes close.
ANYONE!
Because nobody does. Not a single fucking one of you comes close. I’ve been breaking people for nearly twenty five years, and I’m pretty fucking good at it. I’ve ended careers without even batting an eye, while you sit there batting your eyes at the camera like some pathetic little whipping boy expecting the world to feel sorry for them. Expecting the fans in the crowd, the boys, and girls in the back to come to your aid. To side with you against The Spike One….
Spoiler.
Nobody will.
Even when I crush your skull under my boot in our triple threat match, nobody will come save you. Nobody will come to your aid, least of fucking all Jesse Jamester….so get ready for war Dylan, because when you attacked me unprovoked….you declared war against your worst fucking nightmare, and I’m going to take pleasure in breaking you Dylan…
Piece by piece.
By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but spare parts.
And the “Greatest X*Crown Champion” will be nothing more than a Windows 98 PC with dial up internet…..but at least you’ll be able to play Solitaire while you’re eating your meals through a straw in a hospital bed. Heh….paint a target on my back….
Let ‘em come for me….
I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep…
'Cause I'm on another level that you'll never reach!
~~~
NOW
Once again we find ourselves following Spike Kane, and the hunchbacked demon form of XHF Legend Snake. The two are walking through the night streets of Boston, Spike has his hood up, and his hands shoved in the pockets. Snake is hobbling after him.
Snake: This isn’t a good idea.
Spike: Shut up.
In the distance a large house, more of a mansion, really comes into focus - fans of Spike Kane would remember it as his previous home before moving into the XAM School. The place where Spike’s youngest child, Xander, had found his mothers pistol…..and accidentally shot himself with it.
Spike: *Through gritted teeth* If you know what’s good for you, just shut the fuck up.
Spike keeps the house in his line of sight as he walks up the opposite side of the street, trying to look for any lights that might be on, or any real sign of anybody being inside.
Snake: But you know the rules.
He ignores Snake, and continues to walk up the street, looking over at the house, there are no lights on, and there doesn’t seem to be anybody inside.
Spike: They could be asleep….
Snake: Spike don’t!
Once again he ignores his demon tag-a-long and starts to cross the road, that’s when Snake rears back and two very large arms reach out from his back and grab Spike by the scruff of his hoodie, and throw him back across the street into the lamp post. Spike hits the metal with a grunt and slides to the floor, looking up at Snake who towers over him.
Snake: YOU KNOW THE RULES!
Spike flinches for the merest of moments, scowling at Snake.
Spike: I just want to see if he’s okay, alright!? I need to know he’s okay…..he was my best friend till the end.
Snake: Was he!?
Spike: Don’t fucking start.
Snake: You know the rules Michael. They can come to you, but you cannot go to them. Simple as that, The Master made this decree, and you don’t want to cross him, or this little venture you’re on? It’s all over. Forget the XHF, forget Fireside, forget wrestling…
Now Snake leers closer, the two extra arms slowly pulling themselves back into the hunchback form of Snake as darkness almost seems to engulf the street, only Snake’s sick toothy green and his glowing yellow eyes seem to be illuminated.
Snake: You will rot, for all eternity!
Almost instantly Snake reverts back to his normal look, as Spike glares up at him from the ground, tears stinging his eyes.
Spike: …..fine.
He uses the metal post to pull himself to his feet and dust himself off, giving Snake a dirty look, before fixing his hoodie and pulling his hood back up. He gives his former home, now the home of Rob Diamond, one last look, sadness etched across his face, before in a fluid motion he turns away throwing his hands into his pockets and walks off, head down….and we fade.
~~~
I’m a terrible father, of that there is no doubt. I tried to do my best for my kids, but I’ve met some very fucking questionable women over the years. I mean, hey, I was fast and loose when I signed my first big contract to take me to the United States, but that was simply how things were done back then. You’d do a show, go to the local bar, and have a good time…
I didn’t expect to wind up with five kids.
Two have passed on.
Two are wrestlers in their own right, and successful at it too.
One is just a toddler…..that’s the one that hurts the most.
You see throughout my life, for whatever reason, whoever was behind it, I’ve missed out on the childhood of each and every one of my kids. Zell and Xander died far too young, Warren’s mother refused to tell him who I was, Dawn’s too….
But Hope?
She was what was supposed to save me. She was my last shot at redemption, and just as shit was REALLY hitting the wall, and I was on the edge of insanity - I mean, I was possessed by an Archangel, teaming with literal God in a war with demons possessing wrestlers….and my own daughter appears from the fucking future….
Life is weird, no?
I died before I could raise her, and now I can never see her again for fear of dragging her to hell with me….but you? Jesse….your son is right there. Following in your footsteps, making Daddy proud….but when the monster that is Spike Kane showed up? When the God of Xtreme crushed your son's throat and wrapped a steel chair around his head? Daddy dearest was nowhere to be seen….
My name barely even made your lips…
Now...as bad a father as I am? If anyone, absolutely anyone put their hands on any of my children in that manner? You bet your fucking ass there’s no force on this planet that would be able to hold me back. I would go to prison for murder, because that’s exactly what would happen. I’d find whoever it was, wherever they were, and feed them their own fucking teeth….but not you Jesse…
You’re over here talking about Eron Hunter like that fucking matters?
Get your fucking priorities straight man.
Bring the fire Jesse, show me what you're capable of. Hit that level that I live on, and show me how bad you really can be, on your schedule of course. I wouldn’t want to interfere with what’s going on in the life of Jesse Jamester….while his son bleeds at the hands of Spike Kane.
I’m actually disgusted, how bad is that?
I’m an evil son of a bitch, and I don’t hide from that fact….but you?
Shit, if you were my old man, I’d bounce as quick as I possibly could.
You might want to listen to Dylan though, while he looks up to you with his puppy dog eyes and begs you to help him take me out, it might actually be worth a listen, because I honestly don’t think you stand a chance on your own, I really don’t. I don’t give a fuck, I’ll fight you both at the same time if I have to, that’s how serious I am about this path. That’s how determined I am to walk out the victor, that's how much conviction I have in my heart, I’ll end you both, figuratively and literally if I have to.
Can you say the same?
I don’t believe so, not for a second.
The GUNS XHF Birthday Bash is going to go down in history as the bloodiest battle the world ever saw, fans looking on in total awe…..but eventually, the champion will stand….and the rest will know their better…
It’ll be Spike Kane, blood soaked and bitter.
The God of Xtreme.
The God of the Deathmatch.
ALL. BLOODY. HAIL.
I didn’t expect to wind up with five kids.
Two have passed on.
Two are wrestlers in their own right, and successful at it too.
One is just a toddler…..that’s the one that hurts the most.
You see throughout my life, for whatever reason, whoever was behind it, I’ve missed out on the childhood of each and every one of my kids. Zell and Xander died far too young, Warren’s mother refused to tell him who I was, Dawn’s too….
But Hope?
She was what was supposed to save me. She was my last shot at redemption, and just as shit was REALLY hitting the wall, and I was on the edge of insanity - I mean, I was possessed by an Archangel, teaming with literal God in a war with demons possessing wrestlers….and my own daughter appears from the fucking future….
Life is weird, no?
I died before I could raise her, and now I can never see her again for fear of dragging her to hell with me….but you? Jesse….your son is right there. Following in your footsteps, making Daddy proud….but when the monster that is Spike Kane showed up? When the God of Xtreme crushed your son's throat and wrapped a steel chair around his head? Daddy dearest was nowhere to be seen….
My name barely even made your lips…
Now...as bad a father as I am? If anyone, absolutely anyone put their hands on any of my children in that manner? You bet your fucking ass there’s no force on this planet that would be able to hold me back. I would go to prison for murder, because that’s exactly what would happen. I’d find whoever it was, wherever they were, and feed them their own fucking teeth….but not you Jesse…
You’re over here talking about Eron Hunter like that fucking matters?
Get your fucking priorities straight man.
Bring the fire Jesse, show me what you're capable of. Hit that level that I live on, and show me how bad you really can be, on your schedule of course. I wouldn’t want to interfere with what’s going on in the life of Jesse Jamester….while his son bleeds at the hands of Spike Kane.
I’m actually disgusted, how bad is that?
I’m an evil son of a bitch, and I don’t hide from that fact….but you?
Shit, if you were my old man, I’d bounce as quick as I possibly could.
You might want to listen to Dylan though, while he looks up to you with his puppy dog eyes and begs you to help him take me out, it might actually be worth a listen, because I honestly don’t think you stand a chance on your own, I really don’t. I don’t give a fuck, I’ll fight you both at the same time if I have to, that’s how serious I am about this path. That’s how determined I am to walk out the victor, that's how much conviction I have in my heart, I’ll end you both, figuratively and literally if I have to.
Can you say the same?
I don’t believe so, not for a second.
The GUNS XHF Birthday Bash is going to go down in history as the bloodiest battle the world ever saw, fans looking on in total awe…..but eventually, the champion will stand….and the rest will know their better…
It’ll be Spike Kane, blood soaked and bitter.
The God of Xtreme.
The God of the Deathmatch.
ALL. BLOODY. HAIL.