Sermon [AXL]

[Spike Kane]

The screen is completely black, until an orange glow begins to burn in the lower middle part of the screen, slowly glowing brighter, slowly getting bigger, until it illuminates the face of Spike Kane as he blows out a lungful of smoke.

To say I’ve been knocked down a peg or two would be an understatement really, wouldn’t it? I mean…ever since I walked through Call to Arms and single-handedly crushed the dreams of so many XHF superstars, it hasn’t been a fun ride.

It’s not often a God finds himself in the midst of a losing streak, but here we are.

It’s almost as if the very fabric of our universe is so angry at me for destroying everyone on that island, that it’s slowly taking it’s revenge on me…

That, or you know, pussies crying on the internet because the person they like didn’t go over or some shit.

You know the type.

Overweight, never wrestled a day in their lives, eat like their body was a dumpster, speak to everyone like they’re uneducated trash, as if they are somehow better than everyone else….but the thing is, I’m Spike Kane.

I am better than everyone else.

A win doesn’t make you the best, but consistently winning most certainly does, and with the X*Crown Championship out of my line of sight, and now the G1 firmly out of my line of sight, I’m starting to lose too many targets and I worry about what that is going to do to my mental health, because trust me when I say this NLW - fuck it, the entire XHF Network - what you’ve seen so far?

This is me calm.

This is me without a grudge.

This is me without a reason to end a career.

So you beat me Grimgor, you did yourself and your boys proud….for one night, and then immediately did what everyone already knew you would - you failed. You, the mighty fist of Mork and Mindy!

Na noo Na noo.

You got past the God of Xtreme, but you couldn’t get the job done at Night of Champions, and you weren’t the only one, see my boy, my BANG! Bros, Steve, he worked too hard for that to let some, one dimensional piece of shit like you take it away from him, and in doing so, he enlightened me ...see…

I was preparing for a war, preparing for a fight, when the long and short of it Grimmie?

I showed you too much respect.

You showed me none.

So, I’m fitting to remedy that mistake at Ascendancy. I’m going to do to you what I should have done at Overheated. I’m going to show you and all your little boys, that I am no mere worshipper of chaos, I am no mere smudge on the bottom of your shoe. I am the Spiked One, the God of Xtreme…

THE BLOOD GOD!

Who do you think you feed when you wreak havoc and spill blood?

Who do you think delights in the carnage?

Who do you think pushes for more….more….MORE!!!

….I let you think I was a mere mortal man, and you made no mistake in trying to crush that mortal man as quickly as you could, and even while I still respect that? I want to pain the arena with the blood dripping from your cracked open skull. I’m going to do things to an Ork that people didn’t even think were physically possible. I’m not going to play games Grimgor, no more dice rolls, no more measure tapes, I’m coming to take your fucking head.

I’m going to kick your head square off your shoulders.

Then I’m going to mount it on my wall.

See you’re whole schtick is that you’re the biggest, baddest, meanest motherfucker in town and that’s how you get by. Me? I’ve never been the biggest, but you can sure as shit bet I’ve been the baddest, and the meanest ... .I take things further than anyone else is willing to go…Grimgor, if it’d give me an advantage? I’d burn your entire squad of grogs and squigs alive just to hear you roar in pain. This isn’t about winning and losing to me, it’s more than that. You actually think you can parade around as of you’re better than me, disrespect the Southern States championship in the process?

Fuck no.

It’s time you got an education...

and I’m gonna deliver one hell of a sermon.

All

BLOODY

Hail!