Thrive on Chaos (Pt1) [Royal Crown]

[Spike Kane]

It says a lot when you have so many contenders for a championship, it says even more when dedicated tag team members are considered contenders for such a championship. IPW’s tag team division is unlike any others, because each tag team is more than capable of handling themselves in singles competition.

Like Alastor Touchdown.

You know I hate giving that asshole any kind of credit, but through any means necessary he claimed the National Openweight Championship, and you’d think he was the World Champion. Which, in all honesty, has me thinking…is this championship held in higher regard? I mean no disrespect to Anna Somina, or even the mighty MYOJIN but besides their match at Night of Champions, is anyone even talking about them?

Respect is due, where respect is due of course, but a championship doesn’t make the wrestler, it’s the other way around.

That’s why I aim to become the National Openweight Champion, and raise the prestige to the top and make it the most prestigious championship in IPW.

I have quite a history of managing to do that, while carrying a company on my back.

Looks like it’s time to do it again.

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We open up on an office. Spike Kane is sat in a chair staring at the wall, but on the wall we see four large photographs set up like some kind of conspiracy plot, the photographs belonging to the other members of the fatal five way match up. Almost absentmindedly Spike throws a dart at the wall, and it lands right in the face of El Rey.

Arrogant little prick…

I can’t stand him, I don’t even know why! He gets under my skin so much, but then he’s not the only one is he. We’ve had a thing going back and forth for a while now, be it in GUNs, be it at Oh Violent Night, or be it in IPW, I just can’t seem to get away from you kid….and it’s driving me nuts. I know you’re super talented, how could you not be with a Dad as famous as yours? I’m not even saying that to get under your skin, it’s just a fact.

Like the fact I’ve smacked that face of yours with a steel chair more than once.

You stopped me from rightfully earning a shot at this title kid, stuck your nose in business it wasn’t needed in and then you try and say I’m stepping in front of you? I would have thought that finally putting your ass down for the count would have shown I was rightfully next in line, but no….instead we have this clusterfuck, and I’m still trying to get over the fact that..

YOU FUCKING STABBED ME!

Oh man, I can’t wait to get my fucking hands on you in this matchup, because ain’t nobody coming to save you this time. Ain’t nobody going to even want to stop me, because as far as everyone else in this clusterfuck goes? As long as I’m occupied beating ten shades of shit out of you? They won’t give a fuck.

Because you’re just another enemy going into this.

An enemy capable of stealing the match at any given moment, and don’t think I’m not aware of that. I see everything in you, I see your talent, I see your charisma, I see the devious beady eyes, and I see the mechanisms working in your dome….I know you’ll do whatever it takes to win El Rey.

Which is why I’ll do whatever it takes to put you fucking down at the earliest possible convenience.

You won’t get in my way again.

I’ll make damn fucking sure.

He takes a few moments to steady his breathing, this time he throws it and it lands on the picture of Johnny Five.

Who the fuck is this guy?

He pulls out his phone and begins to search on Wikipedia.

Oh that guy.

Man, I know being Misha’s stooge was a cushy job, but actually signing up for a company to work your way up legit? Probably the most boss thing you’ve ever done in your life. Not like it’s going to help you, of course. I’m not gonna pick on you for your size, because that shit doesn’t mean -anything- as long as you’ve got the skill to back it up, and quite frankly Johnny?

….you don’t measure up.

For all intents and purposes man, you’re a rookie, still. I’m a veteran of two and a half decades. I’ve done it all, and won it all, but that also means I’ve lost it all too. I’ve been at the bottom of the barrel, had to pick myself up from rock bottom and claw my way back to the top…and I know you’re probably gonna spout the same shit everyone else does “ugh, me Spike, ugh, me crush” or whatever trash this new generation of fucking idiots KEEP spouting, like I haven’t done anything…

Since literally escaping from Hell.

But you got a front row seat to exactly what I mean, in your time in FIRESIDE you saw me come in, and watched as Caffrey tried to mock me by having me curtain jerk, having me fight for the lowest ranked championship in the company, hell, probably the whole XHF Network, but you watched me fucking destroy his champion, and march my way to the fucking X*Crown, despite every attempt he threw in my way to stop me.

So when I say I -always- climb to the top of the ranks?

You’ve seen it first hand, and you know I’m not talking shit. I’m the only fucker in this match who even deserves a shot at our pathetic excuse for a champion, but here I am, ready to walk into a night of absolute chaos and carnage, and look at me Johnny…

You see this smile on my face?

It’s because I thrive on chaos son…

He snarls at the camera, as we fade.

-TBC-