The Devil You Don't [BOB Rp]

[Spike Kane]

When you send out an open invitation….

…you’ll never know what devil will accept.

A light swings from the ceiling in an otherwise dark room. As the light swings back and forth it illuminates the face of the man standing there, fading into darkness and then coming back again, Spike Kane slowly approaches the camera.

It comes to a point in life, where you stop giving a shit about what people ask. What people want, and how you can help them, or fill their fucking need or desries…why Spike? Why do you do the things you do? Why are you so cruel to so many? Take a walk down memory lane, fuck it, walk a mile or ten in my shoes…see if you can even make it to the end. I’m not the type of person to ride off of my past glories - which I know some of you might be scoffing at right now, but the fact of the matter is I only ever list the things I’ve done. I only ever remind the universe of who the fuck I actually am.

Some of you see a joke.

Some of you see a washed up old man.

Some of you see the man who was X*Crown Champion less than a year ago…

But then, as with everything in life, some of you see someone you can beat. Someone you can propel your momentum off of. Thing is, I’ve been around long enough to know that you can’t win every fight. Sometimes, you’re just not the guy on the night, and other times?

He extends his arms and grins at the camera.

Well other times you can absolutely destroy a division.

But hey, the kids in XHF don’t like me talking about my past right? They don’t like the fact that I walked out of XHF with the XHF World Title in my hands, I set that sumbitch on fire, and threw it in the trash, because if I’m truthful with you all?

That was my opinion of the Xtreme Hardcore Federation.

Trash.

You see, this business is one of the most toxic work environments you’ll ever find. People scrambling over each other to reach that brass ring, to get that spot on the card, and fuck anyone else who tries to take it from you, or step over you. A business full of snakes, and those snakes are everywhere, be they in your locker room, your commentary desk, or even your …”brothers” …

He pauses for a moment, as he contemplates the issues growing between the BANG! Bros.

So, when an invitation is given? Well it’d be quite rude of me to turn down a chance at absolute carnage. A chance to walk into W:UK and make a fucking statement. No, unlike NLW, unlike IPW, unlike GUNS…fuck it, even unlike FIRESIDE, I’m not here to earn shit, I’m not here to push anyone, and I most certainly am not here to work my way up from the bottom…no, no, no…I’ve done my time, I’ve paid my dues, nowadays?

I’m just here for the violence.

Now he has a pretty sick smirk on his face, almost like he was opening a gift on Christmas morning.

The choices, the potential matchups? It’s absolutely delicious…see, could be that Chaos Theory end up coming out together, that way we would obliterate the opposition, then go toe to toe - because PRICE and I aren’t bitches, we’ll happily throw down once we’ve taken care of business, but there’s so much more beyond that. To perhaps get some kind of revenge on Bloodied Fox? Like a stranger in the night we seem to pass each other so briefly, and it stings my pride that I’ve never really got to put my foot on your neck…but then to rekindle some intense rivalries with the likes of Grimgor Ironhide and Lord Dominicus?

Spike leans right into the camera, and almost whispers.

We all know this dude is an imposter…not in the fun or cool way either, more in the “someone did it better already” kind of way, but hey I’m biased, of course. Maybe I’ll take that mask, rip it right off your “EVIL” face and present it to the REAL Lord Dominicus?

….or maybe I’ll just cave your skull in.

I haven’t decided yet.

There’s a few people I have no history with, barely any kind of interaction, and those - believe it or not - are the ones I’m looking forward to the most. Taking on Primal? Trying not to wretch from the overwhelming stench of filth will be a challenge, but I’m always up for that. There’s a chance I can get my hands on Rat Bastard without Steve being around to stop me, and that has me almost frothing at the mouth. I hate him! I hate him so much! ….of course Zolothatch always presents a danger, but I think she’ll have bigger things on her mind other than the God of Xtreme…

Oh…

There it is…

Now Spike stops, he lifts a hand to grab the lightbulb, and now his face is fully lit up, anger etched across his face as he snarls into the camera.

The reason I’m even lowering myself to be here….the reason I want to burn this place to the ground….Donzig. One way or another? I’m going to show you what the words “God of Xtreme” actually means. I’m going to crush this roster, I’m going to burn anyone and everything in my way…I will win the Battle of Britain and take that title shot, and maybe….just maybe…I’ll break your champion too, but I will do what is necessary to get what I want, and by the end of my crusade?

You will all bloody hail.

I am the God of Xtreme.

I came here long before any of you, and I’ll still be here when you're dead and gone.

Blood For the Blood God!

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