Post by Spike Kane on Aug 22, 2023 5:41:10 GMT -5
I warned you.
Most people don’t even get that, most people don’t even get a sniff of the impending danger coming their way. Oblivious to the reckoning storming towards them, do you think your master gave me a warning when he ran me down like a dog?
I told you I was coming for you.
All of you.
Donald Ziggler doesn’t care about himself, he is a man filled with more self-loathing than the entire country of the United States of America. Yet, somehow, for some reason, he seems to care about you….
…and poor Mormo.
You can’t threaten me Moloch, your words mean less than nothing to me. I’ve fought tougher, meaner, and more intimidating “monsters” than you over the years, and while they have faded away into obscurity? I’m still fucking here. I made a vow, it wasn’t in secret, it wasn’t in some dark room, or even hell itself. It was smack dab in the middle of the ring, infront of thousands of people, and millions watching at home.
Right to Donzigs face.
I’m going to make him suffer, by making him watch me break you. I don’t care if I win or lose this match, it means nothing to me. All that matters is your suffering, and in turn, Donzigs. I’m a very driven individual, you should probably know that. You should probably do some homework, but I understand your emotions are running high, I understand your thirst for vengeance….but when I set my mind to something? I always come through.
I came back to the XHF to win the X*Crown Championship, and earn my freedom.
Care to guess how that went?
I have been the X*Crown Champion, the FIRESIDE Spark Champion, and the XHF Hardcore Champion, all within such a short space of time….not to mention helping put the Pillars of Violence on the map - the four most violent people to ever enter a wrestling ring. Oh, and back to back Call to Arms victories….
Moloch, I’ve held more world titles than you’ve had professional matches.
I’m not an idle threat, I’m not a “little man”, and I sure as shit am not scared of you. I am the one to fear, I am the one to take seriously, because in the words of Brian Cranston, I am the danger.
If you think what I did to your partner, or what I did to Saito was anything?
….shit.
I’m just getting started.
~~~
Spike sits in his bedroom in the cottage on the marijuana farm he shares with PRICE, he is looking at a letter in his hands, which are shaking, he closes his eyes trying to calm himself. The letter is short and sweet - to the point.
“Dad.
I tried to find you, I searched everywhere I could. Tomo and Dax helped, and….we lost Tomo. Dax is broken without him. I want to come back, but I can’t leave him like this. I saw that you’d escaped, that you’re back.
Give him hell pops.
-Hope”
He rubs a hand across his forehead, it’s never nice hearing you’ve lost someone you care about. Finding out in such an impersonal way seems to make it worse. With a heavy sigh, Spike places the letter down on the bed, the edges scorched by the fires of hell. He slowly walks to the shelf near the window and pours himself what must be at least a triple whisky.
Spike: Here’s to you Tomo, you furry ball of chaos….
He downs the whisky, before rolling and cracking his neck, as he looks at the window, his eyes are almost on fire.
~~~
Violence is my poetry.
Moloch, I don’t think you quite understand what is coming your way in this shitty town of Houston. I’m not going to beat you, no, you see, that would be far too easy, and nowhere near painful enough. I’d pity you, if you weren’t such an arrogant piece of shit. You think just because you’re big and strong everyone should tremble before you, literally throwing your weight around.
How did that work out for Mormo?
Just like every thick-headed idiot before you, you underestimate me. You see what you want to see, and ignore all the evidence to the contrary. See Moloch, I’m not a fucking victim, not in any sense of the word. I’m a nasty piece of work. I’m a horrible son of a bitch, and I’m going to show you exactly how, and why I’ve earned the reputation I have built over the last two and a half decades. I’m going to put you down, and I’m going to do it right in the middle of the ring, in front of thousands of witnesses, on Live TV for the whole world to see…
…and for Donzig to see.
I owe him a world of punishment, and the only way to pay what is due, is to take it out on you. Trained by the would be usurper to my throne, someone who couldn’t cut it in the ring, do you really think you can stand against me? I’ve trained around the world, learned from the best talents this business has to offer, in either victory or defeat. I learn from every encounter, I adapt, I evolve, and I move on.
There’s a reason I’m still going.
There’s a reason I’m still the God of Xtreme.
You, my poor, poor Moloch, are about to find out what happens to people who cross me. I do not have any other distractions, I do not have my sights set on gold, no….just pure vengeance, violence, and carnage. You may think you’re hot shit, but I’m going to prove to you that you’re nothing more than a glorified jobber. A bodyguard who should have never stepped foot in the ring.
…when you’re laying in the hospital bed next to your brother in arms? Remember, who sent you there, and who is to blame.
This is all Donzigs fault.
Moloch, I don’t think you quite understand what is coming your way in this shitty town of Houston. I’m not going to beat you, no, you see, that would be far too easy, and nowhere near painful enough. I’d pity you, if you weren’t such an arrogant piece of shit. You think just because you’re big and strong everyone should tremble before you, literally throwing your weight around.
How did that work out for Mormo?
Just like every thick-headed idiot before you, you underestimate me. You see what you want to see, and ignore all the evidence to the contrary. See Moloch, I’m not a fucking victim, not in any sense of the word. I’m a nasty piece of work. I’m a horrible son of a bitch, and I’m going to show you exactly how, and why I’ve earned the reputation I have built over the last two and a half decades. I’m going to put you down, and I’m going to do it right in the middle of the ring, in front of thousands of witnesses, on Live TV for the whole world to see…
…and for Donzig to see.
I owe him a world of punishment, and the only way to pay what is due, is to take it out on you. Trained by the would be usurper to my throne, someone who couldn’t cut it in the ring, do you really think you can stand against me? I’ve trained around the world, learned from the best talents this business has to offer, in either victory or defeat. I learn from every encounter, I adapt, I evolve, and I move on.
There’s a reason I’m still going.
There’s a reason I’m still the God of Xtreme.
You, my poor, poor Moloch, are about to find out what happens to people who cross me. I do not have any other distractions, I do not have my sights set on gold, no….just pure vengeance, violence, and carnage. You may think you’re hot shit, but I’m going to prove to you that you’re nothing more than a glorified jobber. A bodyguard who should have never stepped foot in the ring.
…when you’re laying in the hospital bed next to your brother in arms? Remember, who sent you there, and who is to blame.
This is all Donzigs fault.
