Post by Spike Kane on Aug 27, 2021 11:52:55 GMT -5
Picture Perfect was not in any way, shape, or form, perfect at all. Not only did Falcon and I lose to Team America, thus losing our stake for the tag team gold, but my fiancée lost her world title to the mouthiest, most annoying idiot this side of Todd Williams. Then of course, there was the hell that my brother went through.
A hell somebody put him through.
Lex Sense, you did what many people never could. You bested my brother in his own match, and you pretty much ended his career. Gee, I guess you must be feeling pretty good about yourself right now.....I mean, you blindsided Falcon and I, so clearly you have some kind of issue.
So, do I care that the walking hypocrite is your tag partner this week?
Not a chance.
I don't care anymore. I don't care about the bullsh*t. I don't care about the polotics. I don't care about the bitching, and moaning. I don't even care about the powerplays. You see, I'm getting married to the woman of my dreams, and I can look back at everything I've done here in nCw and be proud of myself. I have nothing left to prove.
I have nothing. Left. To prove.
All that's left, is what I WANT.[/b]
~~~
We open up in Boston, on the house of Spike Kane, it's about seven or eight in the night and we can see that the front door is open. Spike Kane stands there with a duffel back and a suit bag with the hanger and everything. He walks to his truck and throws the bag in the bag, before placing the suit on the hanger inside the back. He turns around to see Alysson Gardner, Ayla St. James, and Falcon standing there.
Spike: It still kind of sucks that I have to stay elsewhere.....I mean, it's my house really.
Falcon: Only for one more day buddy! Then it legally becomes your house!
Spike and Falcon laugh before being punched playfully in the arms by their significant others. Alysson hugs Spike almost as if she doesn't want him to go.
Alysson: Thank you for doing this for me. I know you love me, and you know I love you. It's just....you know, it's bad luck to see me before the wedding, and we both know that we can do without any bad luck.
Spike smiles before he kisses her on the cheek and hugs her close.
Spike: Don't sweat it honey. I know tradition means a lot to you, and I'm fine with doing it by the book, because whatever makes you happy, makes me happy. I'd do anything for you.....like....say, take that little b*tch Williams out of the picture...
Spike snarls but it's clear he's only joking and Alysson gives him another dig before smiling up at her man. Spike turns to Falcon who is busy saying his goodbyes to Ayla before the two start to head towards Spike's truck.
Alysson: Wait!
Alysson runs up to Spike and literally jumps on him. Spike catches her placing his arms around her waist as she locks her legs around his. The two embrace in a fairly steamy yet romantic kiss before Spike places her on the ground again.
Spike: I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Gardner...
The two literally beam with happiness before Spike and Falcon climb into the truck, and within a minute Spike hits the ignition and the truck reverses out of the drive way and down the street. In the rearview mirror Spike looks to see Alysson waving before Ayla comes and hugs her from behind and the two head back inside.
Falcon: Your last night as a free man my friend. You got any plans?
Spike: Does sleep count as one?
Falcon: Ha! No way, you are not getting off that easy.
Spike: Seriously man, I haven't been able to sleep properly since Picture Perfect....
Falcon: Yeah, it wasn't our best showing...
Spike sighs for a minute, knowing that his partner is a little disappointed in him for losing the fall to Simon Daye.
Spike: It isn't really the loss dude. It's more everything else. Aly doesn't think that I'll see her the same way without the championship...
Falcon: That's just stupid. Come on, you guys have been together through a lot worse than no titles.
Spike: I know I tried to out her mind at ease about it, but you know how stubborn she is.
Falcon: I also know how stubborn you are.
Spike let's out a slight chuckle as he nods his head, paying attention to the roads as he drives the two of them to Falcon's Boston home.
Spike: So.....I gotta ask...
Falcon: What?
Spike: Well.....you know...
Falcon: What Mike? Don't play me around.
Spike: You and Ayla.......something wrong?
Falcon hesistates to respond and Spike catches it right away.
Falcon: What do you mean?
Spike: I don't know bro, something just seems a little off with you two. You been fighting or something?
Falcon: I don't really want to talk about it Mike. Besides, it's your big day tomorrow.
Spike: I don't care dude.
Falcon: Don't let Aly hear you say that, she'd be screaming bloody murder.
Spike: You know what I mean Kyle, don't shove it aside for my well being. I'm here for you as much as you are here for me. If there's something going on, and I can help, or if you just want to vent about it....well, that's what I'm here for!
Falcon doesn't reply, instead he looks out onto the road as the sun starts to really set now and the street lights start flickering on.
Falcon: I don't want to talk about it Mike. Can we just leave it at that please?
Spike took a quick glance at his friend and nodded his head, deciding to let his friend have his peace and move on with things.
Spike: Sure thing Kyle.
The two sit in silence for a few minutes before Spike pipes up, trying to change the subject.
Spike: So it sure was funny watching Rob trying to explain those male strippers he order, huh?
The two burst out laughing as the scene fades and a now slightly less awkward drive to the Braddock residence.
~~~
I've wanted to get in the ring with you for a while Lex. I mean we have done in the past, and it was all about respecting the monster you are, and the monster you could be. Yet, when you started your sick games with my brother.....I wanted to ram my fist into your face until I couldn't feel it anymore. Yeah, a massive part of that is probably me looking for a scapegoat to punish for Megan's transgression.
That whore doesn't deserve the air she's breathing.
I wanted to back my brother up, I wanted to do the right thing and put you down for good. But Brad told me to back off, he told me to keep away, and keep my nose out of his business. I know a chunk of it was bravado, but my brother has a twisted sense of honor, and I didn't want to betray that. So I stood in the background, and I watched as you tortured him, as you toyed with his mental state and his very life. You threatened my family Lex, and it was only because of Brad that I didn't get invovled.
Now I'm not one for picking up my brothers leftovers, although the last time that happened I did become the Honor Champion, and meet the love of my life. Do you really think that you can stand up to that Lex? Because I seriously doubt it. You see, I've been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. I've fought countless people like you, hell I fought just like you myself at times. I've been the big bad scary monster, and I've thrown people under the bus.
And I was damn good at it too.
I've led one of the most memorable factions in this company when I took over The Empire by force. I had legendary feuds with Jack Manson, Lance Ryan, Davey Ortega, hell even my own brother. I look around me now and I see so many people retiring, and it makes me laugh. They think they've done it all, they think there's nothing left to do....please, do you think Todd Williams will be remembered in a years time? Only by the obsessive staticians like Trent Helms. Nobody likes him, nobody cares.....but you might. I mean you failed to defeat him for the world title.
That has to sting.
I lost to Todd once.....I made him regret it of course by destroying him the two times afterwards. You see, throughout my career, not just in nCw, but everywhere....whenever I've set my mind to something, I've succeeded. I've donee exactly that and passed with flying colours. So I look at you now Lex, I see the behemoth that ended the career of my brother and I ask you, what in the hell gave you the right? Huh? What gave you the right to do that?
He's my brother, only I'm allowed to end his career!
Regardless Lex...I'm looking for some payback come Collision, for my, for my brother, and for Falcon. You have a habit of throwing your weight around, of muscling in on people just because you can. Well, at Sunday I put a stop to it, I put a definative block in your path, and trust me when I tell you this Lex. If you thought Brad was dangerous?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
But alas, it isn't a one on one match is it? No no no....instead we have Kelly Knite teaming up with Lex, and I have the most dominant starlet to set foot in this company that isn't a Famularo. I see power is working well for you again Kelly, no corrupt decision, no hypocritical bullsh*t or anything huh? Come on....we both know that what you did at Picture Perfect was out of order, and it's only a matter of time before it catches up to you. How you could GIVE the world title to Xander is beyond me, especially when other people deserve the chance so much more....hell, your teaming with a guy who deserved more of a chance this week!
But you like the quick and easy way don't you?
Don't get me started on why you picked Trent Helms. The waste of space that he is, bitching and moaning all year long about the hall of fame, and then blackmailing himself a world title shot? That's just low....I mean, he preached about how he hasn't had a world title shot since 2008, but you know he shut the hell up when I mentioned that I haven't either. Yeah, that was brushed under the rug pretty damn quickly wasn't it?
I've had my eye on the world title ever since you asked me to be in the Coliseum, and I swear to you Kelly, no amounr of your corruption is going to stop me from getting back there, no monsters, or homeless douches, or any obstacle you throw my way will stop me, because if Trent Helms is worthy of a world title shot, then by all means I am worthy too. So you'll get to see first hand on Sunday, once again Kelly, just like last time I faced you when you were teamed with Adam. I'll show you up close and personal just why I deserve that shot, and if your not too busy being beaten by my almost wife......you'll see, when the God and his Goddess of Xtreme rise above you and your pet monster.
You will all hail!
A hell somebody put him through.
Lex Sense, you did what many people never could. You bested my brother in his own match, and you pretty much ended his career. Gee, I guess you must be feeling pretty good about yourself right now.....I mean, you blindsided Falcon and I, so clearly you have some kind of issue.
So, do I care that the walking hypocrite is your tag partner this week?
Not a chance.
I don't care anymore. I don't care about the bullsh*t. I don't care about the polotics. I don't care about the bitching, and moaning. I don't even care about the powerplays. You see, I'm getting married to the woman of my dreams, and I can look back at everything I've done here in nCw and be proud of myself. I have nothing left to prove.
I have nothing. Left. To prove.
All that's left, is what I WANT.[/b]
~~~
We open up in Boston, on the house of Spike Kane, it's about seven or eight in the night and we can see that the front door is open. Spike Kane stands there with a duffel back and a suit bag with the hanger and everything. He walks to his truck and throws the bag in the bag, before placing the suit on the hanger inside the back. He turns around to see Alysson Gardner, Ayla St. James, and Falcon standing there.
Spike: It still kind of sucks that I have to stay elsewhere.....I mean, it's my house really.
Falcon: Only for one more day buddy! Then it legally becomes your house!
Spike and Falcon laugh before being punched playfully in the arms by their significant others. Alysson hugs Spike almost as if she doesn't want him to go.
Alysson: Thank you for doing this for me. I know you love me, and you know I love you. It's just....you know, it's bad luck to see me before the wedding, and we both know that we can do without any bad luck.
Spike smiles before he kisses her on the cheek and hugs her close.
Spike: Don't sweat it honey. I know tradition means a lot to you, and I'm fine with doing it by the book, because whatever makes you happy, makes me happy. I'd do anything for you.....like....say, take that little b*tch Williams out of the picture...
Spike snarls but it's clear he's only joking and Alysson gives him another dig before smiling up at her man. Spike turns to Falcon who is busy saying his goodbyes to Ayla before the two start to head towards Spike's truck.
Alysson: Wait!
Alysson runs up to Spike and literally jumps on him. Spike catches her placing his arms around her waist as she locks her legs around his. The two embrace in a fairly steamy yet romantic kiss before Spike places her on the ground again.
Spike: I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Gardner...
The two literally beam with happiness before Spike and Falcon climb into the truck, and within a minute Spike hits the ignition and the truck reverses out of the drive way and down the street. In the rearview mirror Spike looks to see Alysson waving before Ayla comes and hugs her from behind and the two head back inside.
Falcon: Your last night as a free man my friend. You got any plans?
Spike: Does sleep count as one?
Falcon: Ha! No way, you are not getting off that easy.
Spike: Seriously man, I haven't been able to sleep properly since Picture Perfect....
Falcon: Yeah, it wasn't our best showing...
Spike sighs for a minute, knowing that his partner is a little disappointed in him for losing the fall to Simon Daye.
Spike: It isn't really the loss dude. It's more everything else. Aly doesn't think that I'll see her the same way without the championship...
Falcon: That's just stupid. Come on, you guys have been together through a lot worse than no titles.
Spike: I know I tried to out her mind at ease about it, but you know how stubborn she is.
Falcon: I also know how stubborn you are.
Spike let's out a slight chuckle as he nods his head, paying attention to the roads as he drives the two of them to Falcon's Boston home.
Spike: So.....I gotta ask...
Falcon: What?
Spike: Well.....you know...
Falcon: What Mike? Don't play me around.
Spike: You and Ayla.......something wrong?
Falcon hesistates to respond and Spike catches it right away.
Falcon: What do you mean?
Spike: I don't know bro, something just seems a little off with you two. You been fighting or something?
Falcon: I don't really want to talk about it Mike. Besides, it's your big day tomorrow.
Spike: I don't care dude.
Falcon: Don't let Aly hear you say that, she'd be screaming bloody murder.
Spike: You know what I mean Kyle, don't shove it aside for my well being. I'm here for you as much as you are here for me. If there's something going on, and I can help, or if you just want to vent about it....well, that's what I'm here for!
Falcon doesn't reply, instead he looks out onto the road as the sun starts to really set now and the street lights start flickering on.
Falcon: I don't want to talk about it Mike. Can we just leave it at that please?
Spike took a quick glance at his friend and nodded his head, deciding to let his friend have his peace and move on with things.
Spike: Sure thing Kyle.
The two sit in silence for a few minutes before Spike pipes up, trying to change the subject.
Spike: So it sure was funny watching Rob trying to explain those male strippers he order, huh?
The two burst out laughing as the scene fades and a now slightly less awkward drive to the Braddock residence.
~~~
I've wanted to get in the ring with you for a while Lex. I mean we have done in the past, and it was all about respecting the monster you are, and the monster you could be. Yet, when you started your sick games with my brother.....I wanted to ram my fist into your face until I couldn't feel it anymore. Yeah, a massive part of that is probably me looking for a scapegoat to punish for Megan's transgression.
That whore doesn't deserve the air she's breathing.
I wanted to back my brother up, I wanted to do the right thing and put you down for good. But Brad told me to back off, he told me to keep away, and keep my nose out of his business. I know a chunk of it was bravado, but my brother has a twisted sense of honor, and I didn't want to betray that. So I stood in the background, and I watched as you tortured him, as you toyed with his mental state and his very life. You threatened my family Lex, and it was only because of Brad that I didn't get invovled.
Now I'm not one for picking up my brothers leftovers, although the last time that happened I did become the Honor Champion, and meet the love of my life. Do you really think that you can stand up to that Lex? Because I seriously doubt it. You see, I've been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. I've fought countless people like you, hell I fought just like you myself at times. I've been the big bad scary monster, and I've thrown people under the bus.
And I was damn good at it too.
I've led one of the most memorable factions in this company when I took over The Empire by force. I had legendary feuds with Jack Manson, Lance Ryan, Davey Ortega, hell even my own brother. I look around me now and I see so many people retiring, and it makes me laugh. They think they've done it all, they think there's nothing left to do....please, do you think Todd Williams will be remembered in a years time? Only by the obsessive staticians like Trent Helms. Nobody likes him, nobody cares.....but you might. I mean you failed to defeat him for the world title.
That has to sting.
I lost to Todd once.....I made him regret it of course by destroying him the two times afterwards. You see, throughout my career, not just in nCw, but everywhere....whenever I've set my mind to something, I've succeeded. I've donee exactly that and passed with flying colours. So I look at you now Lex, I see the behemoth that ended the career of my brother and I ask you, what in the hell gave you the right? Huh? What gave you the right to do that?
He's my brother, only I'm allowed to end his career!
Regardless Lex...I'm looking for some payback come Collision, for my, for my brother, and for Falcon. You have a habit of throwing your weight around, of muscling in on people just because you can. Well, at Sunday I put a stop to it, I put a definative block in your path, and trust me when I tell you this Lex. If you thought Brad was dangerous?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
But alas, it isn't a one on one match is it? No no no....instead we have Kelly Knite teaming up with Lex, and I have the most dominant starlet to set foot in this company that isn't a Famularo. I see power is working well for you again Kelly, no corrupt decision, no hypocritical bullsh*t or anything huh? Come on....we both know that what you did at Picture Perfect was out of order, and it's only a matter of time before it catches up to you. How you could GIVE the world title to Xander is beyond me, especially when other people deserve the chance so much more....hell, your teaming with a guy who deserved more of a chance this week!
But you like the quick and easy way don't you?
Don't get me started on why you picked Trent Helms. The waste of space that he is, bitching and moaning all year long about the hall of fame, and then blackmailing himself a world title shot? That's just low....I mean, he preached about how he hasn't had a world title shot since 2008, but you know he shut the hell up when I mentioned that I haven't either. Yeah, that was brushed under the rug pretty damn quickly wasn't it?
I've had my eye on the world title ever since you asked me to be in the Coliseum, and I swear to you Kelly, no amounr of your corruption is going to stop me from getting back there, no monsters, or homeless douches, or any obstacle you throw my way will stop me, because if Trent Helms is worthy of a world title shot, then by all means I am worthy too. So you'll get to see first hand on Sunday, once again Kelly, just like last time I faced you when you were teamed with Adam. I'll show you up close and personal just why I deserve that shot, and if your not too busy being beaten by my almost wife......you'll see, when the God and his Goddess of Xtreme rise above you and your pet monster.
You will all hail!