Post by Spike Kane on Jan 18, 2018 0:30:26 GMT -5
*The scene opens up of the XHF backstage area, the XHF sound truck. Technicians donning the "XHF" standard t-shirts are all standing around making sure things work at the same time. A figure can be seen leaning over a staff member and mumbling to them. The figure looks battle-worn, scars showing on his sleevless arms. Wearing a black sleevless t-shirt with what looks like song lyrics written in blood red, and a blood font. The lyrics read: "Here Is Your Broken Character! The One Left Of Heaven!" The figure also has camo coloured cargo pants on, with a studded black belt and black skate shoes, with a shaved head, the crowd are clueless as to who this man is. The man stands tall and says to the xhf worker.*
Figure: Now don't forget! It's "Bloodwork" track three ok?
*The figure turns to leave, but just as we would get a glimpse the camera fades to the XHF ringside. Michael Cole and Jerry "The King" Lawler are at ringside talking*
Cole: Who do you think that was King?
King: I've no idea at all Michael! But it looks like he's coming out here!
*As if on cue the arena fades and a low bass tune can be heard. The camera seems to zoom through what looks like a rock concert as the bass plays but then a man with long hair is sillhouteted bathed in a blue light as he picks on the guitar, the rest of the band join in and pyros explode around the stage area.*
*Strobe lights flash wildly as the figure walks out onto the stage. A shaven head, a goatee beard, a black t-shirt and camo cargo pants, with black skate shoes. The figure looks to the crowd for a sign of recognition.....he doesn't get one*
Cole: Who the hell is that!?
King: I have no idea at all Cole, no clue!
*The music continues as the figure walks to the ring, anger slowly crawling across his facial expressions. He looks around the arena and spots a small group of ten men and women, in thier early twenties all giving him the 'devil horns' and cheering. He smirks and slides into the ring. He runs and jumps onto the turnbuckle lowering his head as white strobe lights flash in time with the guitars. He raises his head looking at the crowd with a grin on his face. The music begins to fade and the figure asks for a mic and paces the ring as the lights return to normal. The crowd....are silent.*
King: You know....something about him is familiar...
*The figure cracks his neck and then speaks*
: Has it really been that long? Have I been out of your limelight for that long!? I'm sure it hasn't been THAT long since I was sending excitement direct into your living rooms with my unique style of wrestling, my blend of hardcore and technical. My skills and my complete and utter destruction.....what I have come to call, Xtreme. Has it really been that long since you witnessed the work of the Spiked One!?
*The crowd gasp and the few fans who were cheering roar loudly*
Cole: Holy biscuits! It's Spike! Spike Kane!
King: I knew that, I was just letting you guess to make you feel good.
Spike: Well here I am, back in all the wonder and awe of you all. I'm sure it won't be that hard for you all to remember me. I was the one that was partnered with the 'wonder kid' the 'boy of the future' the 'whizz kid' the son of a bitch who almost stole my career away from me!
*The crowd are in shock*
Cole: He's he talking abou-
King: Well who else would it be idiot?
Spike: Do NOT get me wrong. Young gun, wonder boy Cosmo, is exactly that. He's got the talent, the technique and the mic skills. A boy of the future he is indeed, thats......if I let him!
*This sends another ripple through the crowd*
Cole: As if Cosmo didn't have enough on his plate he's got his old jealous partner to deal with!
*Spike cracks his neck and continues*
Spike: Now you all probably think I'm jumping on the 'lets hate cosmo band wagon' well get a few things straight. I'm all for Cosmo rising up the ranks, and I'm all for him winning the US title on sunday, but what I am not for, is that he will do this, at my expense! Whilst I'm left in the gutter! I do NOT think so!!
*Another ripple through the crowd*
King: What's he talking about? Spike's a multi time heaveyweight and world champion! He's rules the hardcore division in many federations and gold is almost always around his waist!
Cole: How do you know?
King: I've worked with him before....
Spike: Cosmo and I were once a team, a tag team, by the name of Xtreme Limit. But that little team reached it's limit, how ironic. Why did we reach that? Because we won the gold? Because people accepted that we were for real? That we had peaked and it was time to leave it? HELL NO! We did'nt win, we never got the acceptance and sure as hell never reached no peak! Why?.....because Cosmo is selfish! Cosmo was usuing yours truly to rise up the rankings! Cosmo was using my fame and fourtunes to gain his own, not as a team, but for himself. Now when something came up and I had to leave, all you mother*beep*ers! Bood me, you bood my good name, you boo'd the God of Xtreme, the Spiked One, and cheered for Cosmo. Cheered for the little boy, the brat!!
*Spike shouts out to the crowd*
Spike: Well I did what I had to do, and on the side, I went off on a tour with my band, because I couldn't see the rush in coming back to wrestling. Why should I come back here to this rundown federation and bust my gut, put my damn life on the line, night after night for you *beep*tards!?
*Spike walks around the ring. He leans into the turnbuckle to the right of the stage and looks around at the crowd. They are beginning to boo him, but he shakes his head*
Spike: Yet something makes me return you say. What may it be? Well let's say this, Some may say I'm old enough to retire, others may say I'm in my prime, and others, the {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} ones, which unfourtunetly most reside here in your beloved xhf, think I'm still a rookie. But let's get a few things straight, I'm Spike Kane. I started in the hardcore ranks, and brought hardcore to the heavyweight division, I created the era of Xtreme, I won heavyweight titles, defied logic and took high flying skills into the mainstream of wrestling, brought along moe violence and blood and a cult folowing began. I remained in the top, winning gold and destroying my opponenets. Thats is, untill I came here. To the XHF. Where the {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} talent scouts could not see a legend when it stared then in the face, and signed on the dotted line....
Cole: He's really full of himself!
King: I like him! I've always liked Spike, his promos are interesting and his wrestling is....well.....unique, to say the least!
Spike: ...I came here to help that little squirt Cosmo, I came to help him and he took advantage of me, I dropped down the ranks for that little shit and I got nothing in return. Well screw that. There was no way in the holy blue hell that Spike was gonna go out like that! The Spiked One is back to raise some hell, kick some ass, bust some wannabes open, layeth the smacketh down....and slam some poor dickwads in the skull with the spiked one version 7.0!
*The crowd begin making noise*
Spike: Put quite simply....the Spiked One is not over, not finished....not by a long shot. The Spiked One is here to show people who and what he REALLY is....and it begins with Cosmo!!
*Spike glares at the crowd and the entranceway as they boo wildly*
King: Strong words from Spike Kane Cole, but the question is, how are the rest of the XHF staff going to respond?
Cole: No King, the question is.....how is Cosmo going to respond!?
Figure: Now don't forget! It's "Bloodwork" track three ok?
*The figure turns to leave, but just as we would get a glimpse the camera fades to the XHF ringside. Michael Cole and Jerry "The King" Lawler are at ringside talking*
Cole: Who do you think that was King?
King: I've no idea at all Michael! But it looks like he's coming out here!
*As if on cue the arena fades and a low bass tune can be heard. The camera seems to zoom through what looks like a rock concert as the bass plays but then a man with long hair is sillhouteted bathed in a blue light as he picks on the guitar, the rest of the band join in and pyros explode around the stage area.*
"Here is your broken character, the one left of heaven..
..scissors cut him from the page!
Example.
Continue to read not to retrace!
The steps, touch me!
The hemorhaging has ceased,
has ceased!"
*Strobe lights flash wildly as the figure walks out onto the stage. A shaven head, a goatee beard, a black t-shirt and camo cargo pants, with black skate shoes. The figure looks to the crowd for a sign of recognition.....he doesn't get one*
Cole: Who the hell is that!?
"AND I'LL SWALLOW THESE CAPSULES!
TO REGAIN MY GRIP!!!
AND I'LL SWALLOW MY SIIIIIIIIIII-I-ICK!
And I inherited my HEEEEEAA-ALTH!
And I inherited my HEEEEEAA-ALTH!"
King: I have no idea at all Cole, no clue!
*The music continues as the figure walks to the ring, anger slowly crawling across his facial expressions. He looks around the arena and spots a small group of ten men and women, in thier early twenties all giving him the 'devil horns' and cheering. He smirks and slides into the ring. He runs and jumps onto the turnbuckle lowering his head as white strobe lights flash in time with the guitars. He raises his head looking at the crowd with a grin on his face. The music begins to fade and the figure asks for a mic and paces the ring as the lights return to normal. The crowd....are silent.*
King: You know....something about him is familiar...
*The figure cracks his neck and then speaks*
: Has it really been that long? Have I been out of your limelight for that long!? I'm sure it hasn't been THAT long since I was sending excitement direct into your living rooms with my unique style of wrestling, my blend of hardcore and technical. My skills and my complete and utter destruction.....what I have come to call, Xtreme. Has it really been that long since you witnessed the work of the Spiked One!?
*The crowd gasp and the few fans who were cheering roar loudly*
Cole: Holy biscuits! It's Spike! Spike Kane!
King: I knew that, I was just letting you guess to make you feel good.
Spike: Well here I am, back in all the wonder and awe of you all. I'm sure it won't be that hard for you all to remember me. I was the one that was partnered with the 'wonder kid' the 'boy of the future' the 'whizz kid' the son of a bitch who almost stole my career away from me!
*The crowd are in shock*
Cole: He's he talking abou-
King: Well who else would it be idiot?
Spike: Do NOT get me wrong. Young gun, wonder boy Cosmo, is exactly that. He's got the talent, the technique and the mic skills. A boy of the future he is indeed, thats......if I let him!
*This sends another ripple through the crowd*
Cole: As if Cosmo didn't have enough on his plate he's got his old jealous partner to deal with!
*Spike cracks his neck and continues*
Spike: Now you all probably think I'm jumping on the 'lets hate cosmo band wagon' well get a few things straight. I'm all for Cosmo rising up the ranks, and I'm all for him winning the US title on sunday, but what I am not for, is that he will do this, at my expense! Whilst I'm left in the gutter! I do NOT think so!!
*Another ripple through the crowd*
King: What's he talking about? Spike's a multi time heaveyweight and world champion! He's rules the hardcore division in many federations and gold is almost always around his waist!
Cole: How do you know?
King: I've worked with him before....
Spike: Cosmo and I were once a team, a tag team, by the name of Xtreme Limit. But that little team reached it's limit, how ironic. Why did we reach that? Because we won the gold? Because people accepted that we were for real? That we had peaked and it was time to leave it? HELL NO! We did'nt win, we never got the acceptance and sure as hell never reached no peak! Why?.....because Cosmo is selfish! Cosmo was usuing yours truly to rise up the rankings! Cosmo was using my fame and fourtunes to gain his own, not as a team, but for himself. Now when something came up and I had to leave, all you mother*beep*ers! Bood me, you bood my good name, you boo'd the God of Xtreme, the Spiked One, and cheered for Cosmo. Cheered for the little boy, the brat!!
*Spike shouts out to the crowd*
Spike: Well I did what I had to do, and on the side, I went off on a tour with my band, because I couldn't see the rush in coming back to wrestling. Why should I come back here to this rundown federation and bust my gut, put my damn life on the line, night after night for you *beep*tards!?
*Spike walks around the ring. He leans into the turnbuckle to the right of the stage and looks around at the crowd. They are beginning to boo him, but he shakes his head*
Spike: Yet something makes me return you say. What may it be? Well let's say this, Some may say I'm old enough to retire, others may say I'm in my prime, and others, the {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} ones, which unfourtunetly most reside here in your beloved xhf, think I'm still a rookie. But let's get a few things straight, I'm Spike Kane. I started in the hardcore ranks, and brought hardcore to the heavyweight division, I created the era of Xtreme, I won heavyweight titles, defied logic and took high flying skills into the mainstream of wrestling, brought along moe violence and blood and a cult folowing began. I remained in the top, winning gold and destroying my opponenets. Thats is, untill I came here. To the XHF. Where the {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} talent scouts could not see a legend when it stared then in the face, and signed on the dotted line....
Cole: He's really full of himself!
King: I like him! I've always liked Spike, his promos are interesting and his wrestling is....well.....unique, to say the least!
Spike: ...I came here to help that little squirt Cosmo, I came to help him and he took advantage of me, I dropped down the ranks for that little shit and I got nothing in return. Well screw that. There was no way in the holy blue hell that Spike was gonna go out like that! The Spiked One is back to raise some hell, kick some ass, bust some wannabes open, layeth the smacketh down....and slam some poor dickwads in the skull with the spiked one version 7.0!
*The crowd begin making noise*
Spike: Put quite simply....the Spiked One is not over, not finished....not by a long shot. The Spiked One is here to show people who and what he REALLY is....and it begins with Cosmo!!
*Spike glares at the crowd and the entranceway as they boo wildly*
King: Strong words from Spike Kane Cole, but the question is, how are the rest of the XHF staff going to respond?
Cole: No King, the question is.....how is Cosmo going to respond!?