Post by Spike Kane on Aug 27, 2021 10:41:55 GMT -5
I feel like a man who has been set free, given a free reign, hell a whole new lease of life. It feels amazing, and it makes me want to just keep on going, keep on driving this truck of momentum and crush absolutely anything and anyone who gets in my way.
Be they worthless jobbers who don't belong on television.
Be they a useless never-was that still can't cut it, and needs a lesson.
Or be they someone who hides behind the mask of friend.
Friends are the family that you choose for yourself, isn't that what they say? One of those pathetic sayings you usually find on fridge magnets, or key rings, or maybe even horrible ornaments to put around some house that you rarely visit but want to mark your territory on. Friends in this business don't last, they latch on to you when they can ride your coat-tails and as soon as they have no use for you, they just ignore you, throw you aside.
Real friends? They are by your side no matter what you've done, no matter how many times you've given your boss the finger and walked out. No matter how many times you've botched a spot in the ring and hurt them by accident, no matter what you do in that ring. They are at your side.
Not in your face.
So when I look into my corner this week, at my tag team partner. A man, who apparently calls me friend, what do I really see? Does he tick all the boxes in column A, or does he tick the boxes a real friend would?
I'll be brutally honest right here and right now. I don't know. I've known you for a hell of a long time Alex....but the truth of the matter is...
I don't trust you.
~~~
From nCw's web show last week:
The referee calls for the bell and Chris Cooper and Shawn Savage start to circle each other. Cooper moves forward for the lock up and the two get into a power struggle when suddenly...
“All Hail! All Hail!”
The tron comes to life and The God of Xtreme's video starts playing. Both men stop and look up at the entrance way confused. The referee looks confused too when suddenly, Spike Kane hops the security barrier with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Spike slides into the ring and smacks Savage right across the back of the head. The Collision's pre-show crowd erupt with boo's the arena itself is still filling up.
Kelly Knite: What the hell? Where did he come from? What is he doing out here?
Chris Cooper turns to see Spike who sings for him with the bat, but Cooper ducks and turns around right into a kick to the gut from Spike who then aims carefully and smacks Cooper right in the face with the barbed wired bat! Cooper and Savage are bleeding from their head wounds as Spike slams the bat down on the floor and starts shouting out to the crowd. He's met with a little bit of indifference, but there are more boo's than anything.
Spike: SCREW THESE WASTES OF SPACE!
Spike drags Savage to his feet and lifts him up before dropping him with a Spike Impailer. The lifeless body of Shawn Savage flops to the floor, blood pouring from his head. Spike roars with anger once more and turns to see Chris Cooper getting to his feet. Spike roars loudly and sprints across the ring smacking Cooper with the Bloody Sunday (Brogue Kick) sending Cooper flying over the top rope. Spike then stands in the middle of the ring with a sick smile spreading across his face. He outstretches his arms and raises his head into the air before Gib's Security team rushes the ring and tries to restrain Spike.
~~~
Potter....we meet again.
Last time we were in a ring together you walked away with your head held high and you had your hand raised in victory. Not that I'm disputing the fact that you beat me, not at all.....but you were lucky.
I don't need to explain myself, I don't need to tell you why because deep down inside you know it yourself. You know that you only beat me because I didn't perform. Last time we were in the ring there were a lot of things that you said that went unanswered, there were a lot of comments you made that begged to be corrected. Now I stand here with the chance to do so, but I'm not going to bother....
You see, you're a different breed Potter. You don't take in what people say and then shrug and pull the woe pity me routine, you just do what needs to be done to get by on a week to week basis. It's not exactly a bad trait, but it's not really an admirable one either. You've kind of faltered as of late haven't you Potter? I mean don't get me wrong, you are an nCw champion. A champion of the very championship I created, so it;s not like your a slouch or anything. It's just....
Where's the competition?
Yeah Kristoff isn't exactly a push over, but seriously two whole pay per views wasted on that excuse for a wrestler? Considering he said he never wanted the belt in the first place (Hypocrite much?) it's a little odd. So yeah, you've defended the title against a lesser wrestler, twice. Does that make you feel big and powerful? Because it really shouldn't. You know I have half a mind to come and take that title off of you, and the simple fact of it all is we both know I'm more than capable of doing so. This week will be a chance to show you just how capable I am of laying you flat out on the mat and walking away while you wonder what the hell just happened.
You see Potter, ever since you beat me....I've wanted revenge. I was being civil and nice about things at the time, so to the rest of the world it looked like I had let it slide and was simply playing the better man won on the night card. But I wasn't. I was pissed, and I wanted to smash your face into the ground time after time.
Now there is nothing to stop me.
I've begun my own brutal wave of destruction through nCw and nothing is going to stop me now, not the Internationals, not Chris Cooper, not Shawn Savage, not Jackhammer, and not even Alex Jones. So where the hell do you stand on that?
Nowhere. Exactly.
Potter....it's not that I don't like you, in fact it's nothing personal at all. It's purely business, so when I lay you out and break every bone in your body on Sunday....don't take it personal.
After all, you're a doctor, right?
~~~
“You need to try and control your feelings of anger and hatred”
Spike: Yeah, I know. Fear leads to hate, blah blah blah, dark side right?
“This isn't a joke.”
Spike: Who said it was? But what gives you the right to say these things to me now?
“....nothing I guess, but you need to be in control. Otherwise it is all for nothing.”
Spike: I know, but nothing is set in stone right now.
“Do you want to end up like Brad?”
Spike: What? You mean leave this business or be a joke?
“Either or kind of works right here....”
Spike: Neither. I want my legacy back.
“And we can get it. You just have to be patient and weather the storm”
Spike: ….how can I do that with people like AJ butting in?
“Isn't he your friend?”
Spike: Please AJ hasn't been my friend since he thought he surpassed me on the nCw Card.
“That's a little cold”
Spike: My point exactly.
“Then, there is only one option.”
Spike: And what is that, oh fearless f*cking omnipotent one?
“.....destroy him.”
We fade in briefly on the grinning face of Spike Kane sitting in a dark room talking to someone on the phone. His face is lit up almost as if somebody had just given him the best Christmas present he ever had.
Spike: You can count on it.
Fade away.
~~~
Gjenrei....what the hell am I supposed to say here?
There's something about you....something I like, and I can't quite put my finger on it. You know that annoying thing that happens when you hear a song and you can't remember who did it, and it just nags and nags at you all day?
I get that feeling when I see you.
And trust me, I have seen you. I've been watching your matches here in nCw and I can tell one thing right off the bat....you ain't no rookie. The way you wrestle, and the way you act in and out of the ring isn't the way someone new to this business conducts themselves. So you have my mind ticking away trying to figure out just exactly who you are.
I mean we've had a few people don masks and pretend to be someone else, why even just recently we had the massive over rated return of “Diamond” Dave Holland, who once he was revealed and got proper owned by Rob in a promo just faded away into obscurity....again. My friend Bob Pooler once wore a mask and wrestled under the name Harakiri...hell, even I've done.
Senor Xtremo.....that is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
The trend? Is it's usually worn out stars, or fading heroes of a time past trying to build up some credibility with their opponents unable to shatter that with bringing up their past transgressions and all that jazz. People who want to prove a point without riding off of the name they've already made for themselves. So, this is what I'm seeing when I see you.....and it doesn't feel right.
Are you a faded star?
Are you a hero of times past?
Are you trying to hide out of guilt?
I don't think so.....but then, who gives a rats ass what I think? Right? Nobody listens to me and they always end up paying the price for that. Cliché as it sounds, it's slowly becoming a fact. I've warned people over the last few weeks that I'm not going to stop for anyone....and whoever you are Gjenrei, you are no different....hell, you could be my own mother under that mask and I'd still kick your teeth down your throat with the Bloody Sunday....
I'm in a bad mood. I hate my life. I hate the fact that everyone has walked out on me, and I'm just doing what I'm paid to do....hurt people.
So what if I enjoy it?
So what if I'm better at it than others?
Sunday will be a time for me to get in the ring with you and figure out exactly who you are, and trust me. I know how almost everyone in this company wrestles....we'll go toe to toe Gjenrei....even Potter too....and I swear to god if AJ even looks at me funny.
I'll snap his neck.
So run your mouths boys, it's about that time. Say how you are going to win because AJ and I are not on the same page. It doesn't matter. I might be angry at Alex, but he's one hell of a talented individual, as I know I am....so where as I might not trust him to have my back....I trust him to get this match won, and afterwards? Well....he wants a chat, we'll have a chat.
But here's a spoiler....
you will all...
HAIL!