I have nothing but... [Hostile Intent Pt. 1]

[Spike Kane]

NLW World Championship.

Pure. Utter. Chaos.

Is it my birthday?

I am the God of Xtreme, Chaos is my playground, and chaos is most certainly what is in store for everyone at Ascendancy….and chaos, to me? It’s where I thrive, it’s where I flourish, and in a sense…it’s a home.

So in a way, I guess…

Daddy’s Home.

Before we go anywhere, I’d like to address two people. First, namely, Eli Dresden….I guess we’ll find out if you’re just a tease, or if you really do embrace the theory of “both” when it comes to fight or fuck, right? My number ain’t changed, you know where to find me….

Which is the same thing I’d like to say to our illustrious NLW Champion, the man, Cage….you might scare the rookies, you might scare the kids, hell you might even scare some of the mid-card lifers who think they’re something just because they hung around for such a long time and never really did much.

You don't scare me.

Thing is, we won’t need to go searching for each other come Ascendancy will we? Locked inside that structure is going to be one fucking hell of a party, and the absolute lunacy that is to come has me almost light headed with delight. Cage, I’ve wanted to fight you for a long time, not because you’re the champ, but simply because you love to fight. It’s the same reason I have a bizarre bond with the Murder Lizard, Cyborg, and PRICE….it’s that similar mindset, born and crafted in carnage and violence.

I know when we lock up, I don’t have to pull my punches, here’s the fun part, neither will you.

I had no intention of taking your championship Cage, it wasn't really on my radar. I came here to make a noise and send a message, unfortunately for me my target went running so I was left a little aimless, besides you know, being the fucking superstar that I am and saving this companies show when our World Champion was unfit to compete.

They should have just given me the championship there and then. History is repeating once again, when a champion underperforms, when a champion's reign is so underwhelming it could bring the company crashing down around it…

They turn to Spike Kane.

I was already wreaking havoc for pure shits and giggles, just because I wanted to, but now? Now there’s an actual goal? An actual end game in mind? Cage….I know you’ll be man enough to step up to my face and fight me like a warrior, when, and if the time comes at Hostile Intent….and I’ll gladly meet you in the center of the ring.

Just know it’ll be your last night as NLW Word Champion.

~~~

Crack.

It wasn’t loud, but loud enough to wake him up. The curtains were wide open, and the moonlight shone through the bedroom window, playing havoc with the shadows on the walls. Spike lay in bed, wondering what had woken him.

Crack.

He heard it again, and again it wasn’t loud, but just loud enough to break the silence. With a grunt he flung the blankets off his mostly naked body, stumbling to his feet in a pair of shorts. The shadows he cast on the wall behind him shifted, rapidly, too rapidly, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Crack!

This time it was louder, and this time it got his attention. Something didn’t feel right, something felt off, and he began to scan the room, his eyes chasing the constantly changing shadows rapidly, before his eyes fell upon the mirror, and the grinning face looking back at him.

“Time to wake up Mikey.”

The grinning reflection spoke in an almost ethereal voice, and Spike felt his heart begin to beat more rapidly.

“Snap out of it.”

Crack.

The cracks were coming from the mirror as the reflection tapped its clawed hand on it.

“Wake up”

Crack.

“WAKE UP”

Crack.

“WAKE UP!!!”

SMASH!

The mirror itself shattered, outwards towards Spike. He raised his arms to protect himself, but when he lowered them, there was no mirror, no room, no moon even. It was sunny, there was a field, and over to the left, Tomo and Dax were playing with Hope.

….what the fuck?

~~~

Next on the list….is Bloodied Fox….oh don’t worry the rest of you, you’ll get your moments, trust me.

Fox….you’re the only one who managed to score a pinfall over me in the Scramble match, in fact you’re the only one to have any kind of fall over the Spiked One in NLW, and as much as that pisses me off? It brings a smile to my face, because you Fox? Of everyone else, of everyone I’ve fought since clawing my way back into this god forsaken business….

You are the one most like me…

You see the same things I do, you learn the same things I learn….you know that to prosper you need to adapt, evolve, and even in victory take what you’ve learned. Some don’t understand that you can learn just as much from taking an ass kicking as you can from delivering one, hell, sometimes more….

You’ve managed to put me down before.

You almost did it last Ascendancy too.

So, for me? It’s kind of making it a little personal Fox. It’s kind of making me want to really teach you, pass on my two and a half decades of knowledge, in the only way I know how…by leaving you a bloody, broken mess in the middle of the ring, and oh…while it’s no secret I’m not the best technician in this business, inside this structure? At Hostile Intent?

Fox, you’ll be lucky if I leave you breathing.

….as for the rest of you?

…..see you soon cunts.