Post by Spike Kane on Aug 27, 2021 11:04:13 GMT -5
The Rules are there to be broken....
The Rules are merely guidelines....
These are the Rules of Redemption
It was so long ago that the prospect of this match faced me before. Such a pivotal moment in my career, hell in my life. It was the time where Spike Kane had made it to the big time, where he was heading towards the top of a Global Federation, and not just being “king of the Indies” as they used to call me. It was a time where the name of Spike Kane was beginning to be known worldwide. It really was like a phoenix rising from the ashes.....of course I understand the irony of that comment, but the metaphor fits perfectly.
I was in a dark place.
My ex-girlfriend was now my “friends” wife and had hidden the fact that we had together had a child almost six years prior to that fact, when I first walked into what I thought was a big federation, all brash and cocky......she didn't like the man she met, and didn't think him fit to be a father, so she hid him from me. It took me six years to find out, and when I did? My son's hereditary heart condition decided it was time for him to go.
It took me a long time to get over that, but I did what he would have wanted me to, I carried on. I kept on going and gave my all to this business, because he loved it so much. Now I stand here, the father of another child being taken away from me by yet another woman....but I stand here a global phenomenon, I stand here a house hold name. I stand here....
As The God of Xtreme.
~~~
November 27, 2011
Alex and I put on one hell of an amazing match tonight. We seriously kicked ten shades of sh*t out of each other, and left everything in the ring. I'd like to think we stole the show, but it was a hard show to steal. I'm not big headed enough to ignore that, Breaking Away was amazing, and there were some seriously incredible moments.
Except when I lost. That wasn't nice.....but instead of dwelling on the past I'm looking forward to the future, and with the announcement of the Riot match at Time to Riot....I can feel myself almost salivating at the prospect, at the chance to shine through the ranks of nCw once more and claw myself back into that oh so prestigious number one contenders spot. By the look of things the world champion will still be Xander Famularo, and to be honest.....could there be a better challenge?
I mean who can stand against the man? I find myself simply relishing the chance, the competition, and the chaos that will ensue when thirty nCw superstars enter that ring, every single one of them fighting for the same thing.
And if I happen to repeat history and eliminate Alex?
Well that would just be pleasant.
~~~
People expect big things during the Riot! Match. They expect shocks left right and center, they expect returning superstars, alliances made and broken. The audience expect to be entertained from beginning to end. I'm not planning on doing that....I don't give a rats ass about entertaining people. You will not see me going out of my way to make something trivial look cool, I won't be pulling out any flashy attempts at eliminating people at my own risk....
I plan on breaking people.
I plan on running through every single one of those people in that ring, no matter what number I enter, and no matter who is in the ring, be they my best friend, or my brother. I will destroy every single one of you to get to that prize at the end, the light at the end of the tunnel where the redemption of Spike Kane will finally reach it's climax. Every single thing I have done since coming back to this company has been for one goal.....
Not a destiny....
Not a calling....
Just something I want, something I need.
To reclaim my spot, my respect, and the awe of every single person in the back, be they Jimmy Zane, or Leonard Fox himself. I was once the face of this company, and it was the best time of my life. I genuinely felt good about myself, about the work I was putting in inside the ring, about the psychology and build up of my feuds, of the friends I had made. So much so that I took things for granted....I got married......and I had a child....
AND IT ALL FELL APART.
I got complacent and let things spiral out of control. Instead of keeping my things under control, I took it all for granted. I believed that I was simply the best and nothing wrong could happen, nothing could topple me from this cloud I was floating on, and I haven't spoken about this to anybody....instead I kept quiet, I kept it all to myself and it stewed and brewed for years.....I became a bitter, angry, asshole....and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I came back under a {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} name, under a stupid idea that I would wear a mask to hide the fact that I was actually Spike Kane who's likeness had been purchased by Hexx....
I paid my f*cking penance.
Since then I have been clawing my way back through the roster. Climbing back up the ranks, taking the Honor Championship from Chris Gardner in one of the best and most emotionally fuelled fights I've had in my career, so much so that I ended up losing the title to Kristoff Bum Buddy Bates....now the old Spike would have just gone insane and become overcome with the need to get revenge, with the drive to bring Bates crashing back down and reap exactly what he had sown. Instead, I didn't even contemplate it....I moved on, I allowed Bates to have his cheap victory that he “didn't want” for the championship that he “didn't want” and moved on to bigger and better things.
~~~
We open up on the wrestling school owned by Spike Kane which we have visited a few times in the past. The Harley Davidson parked outside lets us know that Spike himself is here. We pan through the building into the ring where we see Spike standing in the center surrounded by the students of his school, one of them steps forwards, looking familiar to the nCw Faithful, it is Spike's latest protégée Atreyu.
Atreyu: So....you want everyone to try and throw you over the top rope?
Spike nods his head as he paces slowly in the middle of the ring.
Spike: It makes sense when you think about it. How can you train for this kind of match? It's pretty awkward to do, right? I mean how better to train than having several people trying to throw you over the top rope....you stop them and learn a few tricks and stuff along the way.
Atreyu shakes his head as he moves closer to Spike.
Atreyu: Or you could injure yourself before you even make it to Time to Riot....you can't be one hundred percent after that battle you went through with Alex Jones...
Spike glares at Atreyu almost as if he'd insulted his own mother. He looks up and closes his eyes, taking the methods learnt during his sessions with Riley Griffiths to try and keep himself calm. He breathes in deeply and then lets it all go before opening his eyes and looking right at Atreyu.
Spike: I've been in two of these matches before...
Atreyu: But not in nCw!
Spike is shocked a little as Atreyu stands up and gets right in his face. Spike looks down at his former protégée, but not down his nose. Atreyu had earned the respect of Spike years before....but to Spike he was like a long lost son and he still felt like he was having his son speak back to him.
Spike: But you have....
Atreyu extends his arms and moves his hands a little, signalling for the students to leave the ring and leave just Spike and Atreyu in the ring.
Atreyu: Exactly....I have, and I put in a pretty good showing too. So you want to train for the Riot? Then you are stuck with me....I'm not going to let you take out your frustrations on my students...
Spike takes a step back and cocks his head looking at Atreyu.
Spike: You do realise the last person to say anything along those lines was Alex Jones, right?
The two move closer to each other staring each other down, almost face to face. Spike Kane being the taller guys leans over as he tries to control his building rage before Atreyu just snaps and grabs Spike whipping him off the ropes. Spike comes back and charges at Atreyu who ducks under the coming clothesline from Spike and then....BAM!!! Super-fast-super kick to Spike sending him over the top rope and down to the floor. Spike lays on his front looking up into the ring at Atreyu holding his mouth, Atryeu stands his ground and folds his arms.
Atreyu: I think I just proved my point. You've been wrestling constantly for the last six months or so, whilst I've been here training people every single day....you wanna train, you train with me.
Spike rolls into the ring, his eyes full of rage as he glares at his old student.
Spike: Fine....you are right. I want to win this match, so we'll do it your way.
Spike extends his arm towards Atreyu who makes eye contact with Spike and the two smirk before they shake hands and we fade.
~~~
The worms have started coming out of the woodwork already, wild claims have been thrown around already, I'm going to win the Riot! No...I am....no I am.....whoever says that is just trying to convince themselves more than anyone else. You will not here me say that I am going to win it...
Simply that I want to win it.
You don't need to look that far back into my history to see that I always get what I want. It isn't a case of I might get it, or it's a fifty-fifty chance.....I ALWAYS get what I want, and I want my spot in the world heavyweight title picture back.
So I will get it.
The Riot match is the chance for people to break the mould, to break out and become the next big thing, or to reclaim their time in the limelight. Something I am not expecting to happen....you see I'm not going to be a breakout star. It won't be a sudden realisation of HOLY CRAP SPIKE KANE IS KICKING ASS! I've been working solidly for the last six months working my way back to the top, clawing, kicking, fighting, and screaming to become the man I once used to be, not through a lucky break or because somebody injured themselves and a spot needed to be filled. I will become the man I once was, through my own hard damn work.
Something this roster seems to completely ignore.
You get out of this business what you put into it, it is something I had to learn the incredibly hard way. I've put my foot in my mouth more times than Jimmy Zane has rage quit, or chances at breaking the glass ceiling that Ricky Johnson has had. The time and effort that you put into this business, that you put into making your promos interesting, that you put into making your matches memorable. Going that one step further to make sure the boys in the back notice you, that they spot you for your talent, for your abilities.....instead of backstage bullsh*t and politics.
So you all think you are going to win the Riot?
That's fine and dandy, keep thinking that, because no amount of behind the back politics, palm greasing, dirty deals....or anything of the sort is going to derail my mind and my momentum....I want this, so it will happen, and when I stand the victor?
Every single one of you....
WILL HAIL!