Doomed to Repeat

[Spike Kane]

It seems like no matter what I say, or more specifically, no matter how I say it…people still don’t fucking listen to me. Like everyone before you, Moloch, you assume I’m bragging, you assume I’m boasting to hold my achievements high in the air above you.

Achievements you’ll never reach by the way.

Simply spouting off a list of things that I’ve done, that nobody else in this business has ... .as if I’m just trying to say “I did that” no ... .no, see it’s far more than that. Listen to the words and maybe, just maybe you’ll understand.

I’m trying to warn you.

Like so many before you, you dismiss me out of hand. You think you can just say “I don’t care how many world titles you’ve won” and suddenly they up and vanish, as if they mean nothing, but the crux of it all, is they mean everything, and if you honestly believe they don’t?

Then as I said before.

You’re in the wrong business.

I’m simply advising you to do some fucking research, to learn about the man standing opposite you, instead of boasting about your own abilities and complete and utter lack of a record to back anything up. See what I’m trying to get at here? Watch a tape, fucking read a book, actually do something other than blindly follow the orders of the dumbest fuckers this business has going and you’ll see…

I’m not a victim.

I’ve never claimed to be one.

I live with the consequences of my actions, and I force others to do so also. Just ask your friend, see if he thinks Spike Kane thinks of himself as a victim, I’m sure he’ll give you a better answer than you could give yourself. It doesn’t really matter what I say, because you don’t fucking listen anyway.

Those who fail to learn from history, are doomed to repeat it.

~~~

We open on the home of Spike Kane once more, he’s not relaxing this time, nor is he chilling out with a smoke. Instead he’s pacing the floor, walking back and forth, occasionally glancing up to a screen. The screen shows paused security footage of the incident when he was run down by Donzig.

PRICE: You ugh….you still doing this?

Spike turns to see PRICE leaning in through the door, nodding to the screen.

Spike: …I know. I know.

PRICE: Just merc the prick and move on man. You’re letting this douche get in your head.

Spike: …I know.

PRICE: I understand wanting to ruin his life like you think he ruined yours but-

This time Spike raises a finger to prompt PRICE to stop.

Spike: It’s not just that dude. Because of him, my daughter is out there on some stupid quest to try and find me, and now she’s lost.

PRICE: Which daughter is this? The one who hates you?

Spike looks at PRICE with a look of “bitch they all hate me” before shaking his head.

PRICE: OH! The one from the future?

Spike: Hope….yeah….Dax and Tomo went with her…..Tomo’s dead…

Now it’s PRICE’s turn to give Spike a look of “the fuck!?” as Spike nods slowly.

PRICE: Ah, I’ll miss that crazy furball. You gonna go back to Hell to get him out?

Spike: Can’t… he’d made some deal with *something* else, so…that’s a whole other barrel of fish, but I will when I can.

PRICE: You wanna find Hope?

Spike: I do…but I don’t want to go looking if she’s trying to get back.

PRICE: So what’s with the footage?

Spike: Helping keep me focused.

PRICE: Just don’t let it consume you dude…

Spike: Might be too late for that. I’m gonna make him suffer, until the real Donzig shows his face, and then I’m going to make him wish he’d never laid eyes on me.

PRICE: Bet.

The two bump fists, as PRICE turns to leave. He looks back once more with just a hint of a caring glance at Spike, as we fade away.

~~~

I said it before, and I’ll say it again just to be crystal fucking clear. I don’t care about winning or losing, I don’t care if my hand is raised, or I’m disqualified as soon as the bell rings. All I care about is inflicting as much pain as I possibly can. I don’t want to learn anything from you, I don’t want to adapt my style, and I am most certainly not trying to use you as a way to make a name for myself.

I made my name a very long time ago.

I am the God of Xtreme, something you should probably remind yourself of. Something your fearless fucking leader WANTS to be. Doesn’t that tell you something? Donald has more nicknames than even I do, more fucking names than I have championship victories….but he wants mine. He wants to be me. He thinks he’s taken my throne, but tell me…

How many of those names has he given himself?

See that’s where mine comes from. Just before I rocked up to the XHF and truly announced myself to the world, I wreaked havoc through the BLW, I crippled their “Xtreme” champion and took his gold, before I did the same to their world champion. I wrapped myself in barbed wire, set myself on fire, and moonsault through a table to get that gold.

I’ve done things that would turn your stomach.

I’ve done these things, just for a win, just for a championship.

Imagine what I’m going to do to you.

I promise you, whatever you’re thinking? It’s not enough. Not even close. I’m going to punish you, for someone else's sins. Again, something that isn’t new to me. So I’m telling you, one more time….don’t underestimate me. Don’t look past me. Don’t make the same mistakes as every other dickhead before you have.

Know who is coming your way.

…and bow down to the God of Xtreme.

All. Bloody. Hail.