Post by Spike Kane on Jan 10, 2023 11:12:45 GMT -5
We open up on Spike Kane driving down the windy road from the entrance to his private farm towards the farmhouse itself. Spike is driving, sat in his truck. He glances up towards the rearview mirror, and the demon that has been haunting him grins back. With a grunt he slams his foot down and begins to drive into the dark, only the moonlight and the lights of the dash illuminating him.
Everywhere I go, I find Bastards.
The last half my 2022 was ruined by a Rat one, but I don’t plan on letting that pattern continue. You see, the thing is…I understand, I get it, I’ve told anyone who’ll listen for years, I’m a nasty bastard…because what I do in that ring, I do under the one guiding rule. Do what it takes to win. Cross the line if you need to. Make it personal if it gives you the advantage.
I’m the type of person who’d cave your sons head in right in front of you.
Just to prove a point.
So I can see where you three are coming from, and I’m not here to try and argue with you. You’ll never hear me defend Blood, as long as the cheques keep being paid and he doesn’t overplay his hand? I couldn’t really give a shit….but what I do give a shit about, is this perceived notion people here in WUK seem to have, that I’m done. Because I'm too old. Ignore the fact I died in the middle of the ring doing what I was put here on this earth to do. I died, with the world championship in my hands…like a true warrior…
Whatever bullshit you can think of to make me less scary.
It’s easy to dismiss someone when their catalogue of work would take you weeks to watch or research. Which amuses me, because so many people try to paint me of the opinion that I only care about what happened in the XHF and what happens on the XHF Network…
That in itself shows me they don’t know who the fuck they’re talking about.
I was held down in the XHF, I left that shit hole and took the XHF Championship with me, and I threw it in the fucking trash. I left the XHF and I became a fucking phenomenon. From 2007 all the way til I died in the center of the ring in IWF. I wrestled at the highest level, and I gave everything week in, and week out. Even when things went way above my pay grade…I kept my head down, and I continued to deliver. Show after show. Championship after championship. Arc angels, gods, demons…it was all background noise to me. I was born to fight, I was raised to fight, and I’ll go out fighting if I have to. The glory is in the battle, the moments that live forever.
Etching your name in history.
I’ve done more than enough to etch my name in the history of this business forever, but it’ll never be enough for me Frank. I rose from the rags to riches beyond belief, but it was never enough, because there’s something that just cannot be satisfied….every time I step in the ring, win or lose, I come out the otherside a different person. I treat this more seriously than most ever will. I learn from my opponents, whether I crush them, or whether they leave my flatout on my back. Inside that ring, within the confines of the squared circle? That is truly where I’m home. Where I can sway the crowd one way or another with just a few sentences, where I’ve performed some of the most despicable acts in my career…..where I’ve made, and continue to make history…
My point is….I see your point of view, I empathise with it, and I know what an unpredictable threat it makes you…
Just don’t underestimate me because of where I am, not knowing where I came from.
He takes a moment to just breathe as he glances this time at the wing mirror, something crawls across it in a flash, and Spike grunts, before speeding up.
Then of course we’ve got what can only be described as the walking corpse of Jay Stevens, right? I mean are we “Weekend at Bernies”-ing this thing? I’m not sure if I’m supposed to care about El Rey-lite. You wankers get to throw it in my face so let me throw it back, ain’t never heard of the prick, nor his daddy, or his grandpappy.
Being born into the right family though, eh?
Fucking shows. Everything about you screams entitled douchebag. The only thing you’ll be entitled to is a free trip to the hospital, if not from myself then maybe the Bastard. Like I’m gonna stop him from beating the shit out of you again? Free entertainment for me, makes it more of a bastard vs cunt ending, which I’d prefer.
Either way…
You think you’ve seen everything I can bring, which is an easy mistake to make, but I’m just getting started in W:UK, and I’m going to do whatever I can to climb to the top of that mountain and remind you all exactly what I’m fucking capable of.
He sneers as the reflections become covered again, as what looks like several small goblin-like things are crawling over them. Spike skids to a halt a good ten feet or so from the farmhouse, he looks right into the mirror before smirking back at it.
“Got you now, you prick.”
He thrusts the door open, and begins to storm into the house as the camera pulls away on the skid marks left behind, with the truck door left open and the sun setting in the distance.
