This is my town

[Spike Kane]

Combat Wrestling is my baby, a dream I’ve had for around twenty years. You see, in the past I’ve ran federations, or co-ran federations. Little Simon Dynasty handed me control of the Extreme Backyard Championship Wrestling Federation. I co-ran Xtreme Wrestling Federation with Triple D, then again with Chris “Blade” Berra, and then again for a third time….each of them failed. Even when Davey Boone recruited me to run UCWA with him, it was never going to last. Why?

Because people keep getting in my way.

So as the years went by, when the XwF belt became part of the XHF’s X*Crown Championship, I never thought it would happen again. I mean, why would it? I’m Spike Fucking Kane. Arguably the most successful professional wrestler in the world, and I’m still going strong. Despite the rumours of my demise, and my “flagging” career, I’m still running like a freight train that nobody knows how to stop. So I took the plunge, and I pooled my own money from my wrestling school, and from my real estate company to open up Combat…

And now somebody wants to take it away from me.

Ethan King things he can waltz into my town, my home, my combat zone and try and take it away from me, just because he didn’t have what it took to beat Killian Kold. I’m not going to lie Ethan, I’m not sure anyone has what it takes to stop Killian, in some ways I’m proud, in other ways I’m terrified of the monster I had a hand in creating. The board was laid out for you Ethan, I could have kicked you out of the tournament for the exact same reasons you wanted Killian kicked out. So what if Rob Diamond thought he should have been disqualified? Does Rob Diamond hold any power here? No, I pay Rob to talk, because he’s really fucking good at it. When it comes to Combat? The buck stops at me. That is why when you were out there doing your sore loser pity parade? I came out and put a stop to it. You want my company Ethan?

Come and fucking take it.

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We open up on the Xander Aiden Kane Memorial wrestling school. Spike Kane walks in with his bag slung over his shoulder, inside the main hall the students are busy doing their drills. Wade Summers looks over to Spike, his arms folded and simply nods. Spike nods back before heading towards the upstairs, as he does so he walks into the main room and suddenly is met by a litter of fur.

Spike Kane: What in the…

He looks up to see Astrid and Pandora sitting on the sofa, playing with the kittens.

Spike Kane: ….we have cats now?

He looks around at the mewing little furballs and to Astrid and Pan, Astrid has a wry smile on her face but Pandora places the kitten on her lap down on the floor and walks away into another room, closing it behind her without saying a word. Spike looks down at the floor and sighs, his shoulders sagging.

Astrid Hall: Don’t take it to heart, she is angry, yes, but if she didn’t care she wouldn’t be here, no?

Spike slowly places his back on the counter before heading around to the sofa facing Astrid, he nods his head slowly, a couple of the kittens begin to crawl over him, sniffing him and all the magical scents he must be giving off.

Spike Kane: I get she’s angry, I do….I just….I felt like I had to do what I had to do Astrid. There is always method to my madness, I’m not some raving lunatic like some people think..

Astrid Hall: Oh, you’re not? Then why did you put half of Combat up for grabs in a match!

Her stare bores a hole right through him, and for the first time since walking out onto that stage, Spike begins to think he might have made a mistake.

Spike Kane: Pride? ….Anger? ….Ethan knew what he was doing. He pushed my buttons to get me to respond, and I responded….but come on, it’s Ethan King.

Astrid Hall: A serpent if ever there was one.

Spike Kane: You got me there, but hey at least Dawn will be at ring side to keep Gwen in check. I can handle Ethan in the ring, and if Gwen can’t help him, he’s going to have an uphill battle.

Astrid Hall: I still do not think it wise.

They both stop, Spike is idly fussing one of the kittens he seemed so annoyed about being there moments before. Astrid notices and begins to smile a little, knowing that at his core, Spike really was a caring being.

Astrid Hall: Talk to her, this dark cloud does not fit our home.

Again Spike slowly nods his head, before he looked up to Astrid with a sly smirk on his face this time.

Spike Kane: You just called this place your home.

For the briefest of moments Astrid blushes, before trying to fumble a response, but Spike stands up, picking the kitten up as he does. He passes it to her, and leans in to kiss her on the cheek/

Spike Kane: It’s always been your home Astrid, I’m just glad you see it that way. I…..I’ll go talk to her…

Astrid smiles quite happily at Spike, and the kitten, as the others try to claw to get to her wanting fuss. Spike places his hand on her shoulder before heading towards the door Pandora went through. He takes a moment, a deep breath, and knocks before opening the door….

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There’s not many people who would have the guts to call me out the way you did Ethan. Not many people who would try and antagonize their boss as much as you did, especially with the knowledge that said boss can easily book a match between the two. A match where every little thing I do to you is perfectly legal. You see, I’ve grown up in this business, I’ve been in it a long ass fucking time, and I’ve seen a ton of people come and go…..I’ve seen pretenders to the throne, I’ve seen frauds, I’ve seen one hit wonders but you know who I hate the most?

Slimeballs like you.

People who hide behind lawyers.

My mouth and my hands do the talking for me, I don’t need a team of lawyers. This isn’t a court room sweet cakes, this is professional wrestling, and in this business? We settle our shit in the ring. The sooner you learn that the better for you. See, whining and moaning about losing a match just doesn’t cut it here, you know what we do? We get back to the grindstone, we push ourselves harder, further, and then we come back stronger than before. You?

You’re just a mouth in a suit.

It makes me wonder if my vetting of future talent needs to be more in depth, because the money you swing around as if it was your dick? Means nothing to me. I couldn’t give a shit if you were the richest man in the world or a homeless man sleeping on the streets. If I can put you in that ring, and you’ll go? You’ll put the effort in, you’ll DRAW? Then I’m game. Just look at out roster, there’s some genuinely serious talent on there, and there’s a ton of misfits too. Maybe I have a soft spot? Maybe coming up as an outcast makes me look to those people more fondly, but I gave you the same chance I gave everyone else Ethan. I gave you the chance to make history, and you did. You cheated and conned your way to the finals of the Heavyweight Championship tournament, but instead of being proud, what do you do?

You try and hold my company ransom.

I’m not Mongo the Destroyer, I’m not Roberto Verona, and I’m not Leonard Fox. I’m not half as eloquent, or business minded as those guys, I’m the kind of guy that will smash you in the mouth and make you beg for forgiveness. You think, I could have just walked out there and fired you, but then Ethan…..then I wouldn’t get to do what I’m going to do at Fury would I? I wouldn’t be able to get my hands on you, because if I did? I’m sure you’d be filing assault charges and slapping me with everything you possibly could to try and take me and Combat down. You’ll soon find Ethan, that you made a fatal mistake of pulling such a card against me, you see I’m not like most people in this business, I don’t give a fuck what people think of me, but I am fiercely loyal to those close to me, and Combat? Combat is my baby, and you’re trying to take my baby from me.

Trust me Ethan, you don’t want to push me.

So far Combat hasn’t seen the real Spike Kane. I’ve been holding back, giving the rest of you room to grow, a chance to develop and become stars in your own right. If I really wanted to? I could snuff you out in a moment, that is the man that Spike Kane is, that is the man you’re playing with Ethan, and do you really want him to come out? The man that Killian Kold idolized? The man who has wrought chaos and destruction wherever he roamed for more than two decades? Oh yeah….I might be getting on in my years Ethan, you might be the young upstart coming to try and knock me down….but I can still go buddy, I’m still on that level, and you?

You’re green as fuck.

I’m a living legend.

There’s a reason you signed for Combat Wrestling Ethan, and it wasn’t for the paycheck, lord knows you don’t need it. You didn’t sign for the adulation of the crowd, and you didn’t sign for some merchandise sales…..you signed because of who ran this place. You signed because of the name that was attached to it….

SPIKE.

FUCKING.

KANE.

So tell me again how you’re not worried about me Ethan, tell me how you’re not scared of me. Please, tell me how your mere months of experience are more than enough to outweigh my twenty two years, your handful of matches, against my long, long, list of victories and match of the year candidates? Face it Ethan, the reason you wanted to go the legal route instead of the ring, is because you don’t add up when put against a REAL wrestler. I am Spike Kane, Combat is my home, you threaten it? You’ll find out exactly what I’m capable of, and when you do Ethan? It’ll be you on your knees, me with my fist raised demanding you…

ALL

BLOODY 

HAIL!