Post by Spike Kane on May 31, 2007 14:41:10 GMT -5
The scene opens up on a dark room, it has a faint green glow, no windows and no lights. The door is closed and Spike is sitting on a simple wooden chair. He's hunched over, donning the new Killswitch Engage t-shirt. He runs a hand through his long hair and then looks up.
Spike: - It's finally finished you know....finally, after the stupid amount of money spent on it...my room, this room. Is finally finished. What is this room? Well, I guess you could call it a virtual reality room in it's simplest form. But you see it's much more than that...this room's memory...is my memory. The events played out in this room are the events of my life. To me it's the ideal way to try and show the people of the WCF, and the people of the world why I am the way I am....and why nothing I say or do is a contradiction to myself....
Spike stands up looking at the camera, maybe a little down and depressed, but nevermore, determined.
Spike: - Let me take you back now...to when I was a child, to how I first got into the world of wrestling....
With that the room shifts and the faint green glow disappears, only to be replaced with an image...a 3D image, almost as if we were right there, of an orphanage. There are a group of kids playing in the middle of the room.
Kid Milo: I'm not so sure on the new guy....he's odd and scary.
Kid Dave: Don't be such a wuss Milo!
Kid Spike: He's right though Dave...there's something about him, something I don't like.
Another two kids walk over, they're unknown to the WCF, but to members of the UBAWF, XwF etc...they're well known.
Kid Triple D: Whats wrong?
Kid Xcon: Don't worry he won't do anything to-
With that the door is kicked open and a man steps through. Long blonde hair half covering his face, and a look on his face that seems to tell us he lost his sanity a very long time ago. Modern day Spike walks onto the screen as the scene pauses.
Spike: - This...is Conrad Jones. The people you see here, are myself, Milo and Dave Holland, Triple D, and Carl Foster...aka XCon. We'd been in this orphanage for quite some time, and now this new orderly had taken a kind of...hmm...shining to us...unfortunatly for us, he didn't have the best intentions at hand.
The scene shifts to the basement of the orphanage. Several children are gathered around in a circle, their clothes all ragged and dirty., the man Conrad Jones steps into the middle of the circle.
Conrad - Well then, we've been on our little excursion for almost a week nw, and seeing as how nobody ever comes down here, nobody has any clue where we are. Do not worry, if a few more days we'll go back upstairs, and you can all bitch and cry to the nurses and get your wounds healed...I only accept the best, the strongest. So far we have two unbeaten boys, and now it's time for them to fight.
The camera pans around showing the look of ferralness on the childrens faces. All boys, all looking tired, all looking scared, all looking like animals....they look ready to rip something apart. And then...a young version of Spike steps into the middle of the circle, as does another child, one unknown to us.
Conrad - Now, Michael and James. This may aswell be the championship match between the two of you. I don't care what you do, how you do it. I want a winner, in any way possible. Now fight!
The two kids look at each other. The punishments of the week obvious on their bodies and their torn faces. They look at each other, but don't move. They don't want to do this, they've done enough fighting. They've made too many of their friends, their brothers bleed at this sick bastards demands...
Conrad - FIGHT!! Or I'll beat the @#%$ out of BOTH OF YOU!!
With that the two kids charge, what ever was left of their confidence shattered by Conrads shouts. The two kids fly at each other, fists flying. Knee's being lifted, hair being pulled. Everything a full on street fight would consist of. Eventually the two end up on the floor rolling around. Spike manages to get the upper hand as he slams his friends head off the floor. He stands up, not wanting to fight anymore, but his friend, James...in his ferral rage flies to his feet and charges at Spike. It's in this quick reaction that we see Spike lift James up, and for the first time ever pull off the Spike Impailer....Spike sits in shock as to what he'd done James lays there unconscious....Conrad Jones stands in the corner of the room, a glint of madness in his eyes and a sinister smile on his face. Once again the scene pauses and Spike steps out.
Spike: - Since that day James could never speak. He was ok with me, we were friends for a long time, and still are today. James respects me and my work and often comes to XHF to watch me. Yet he's never spoken a word since that horrible fateful day. Most of the people who know him believe it was because of the move I used, the move which ended up becoming my trademark, my signiture, my finishing move. The Spike Impailer. Of course I had no idea what I was doing at the time...it just came to me and I did it. Yet I think, or know differently. You see Conrad was never happy when somebody lost..Conrad was a violent man, so violent it rubbed off on the people he...well, for lack of a better word, trained....such as myself. But you see, Conrad saw smething that day something that inspired him to push us to even more devastating levels. He saw me execute a wrestling move...one he fell in love with right away....and ever since that day he pushed us to learn how to wrestle, and to combine that with street fighting...
The scene shifts once more. To the same basement but several years later. The circle of children is replaced with a worn, torn and dirty wrestling ring. Standing in the ring is a teenage Spike Kane. He's training with somebody in the ring, in fact on closer inspection it's a teenage Milo Holland.
Milo: - Come on man, I'm getting tired here.
Spike: - I've gotta perfect the move before Conrad comes back...
Milo: - Your lucky I'm your friend man...right, here we go.
Spike and Milo lock up and Spike lifts Milo up, spinning him in mid-air but then dropping too quickly, dropping Milo on his back.
Spike: - god DAMMIT!
Milo: - Don't worry....I'm ok....I think...
Spike: - He's gonna kill me if I don't get it right!
At those words Conrad Jones enters the room, with a teenage Triple D standing behind him. Triple D grins the same grin Conrad had earlier on. Conrad steps infront.
Conrad: I hope you've perfected your move Mike, because I've arranged a match. You versus Dave here...in a finisher match, and I mean a finisher match, anything goes....starting now.
With that Triple D charged the ring, Milo slid out and Spike and Triple D began a fist fight, the hatred between them truely reaching it's peak. Ever since Conrad hand picked the two men. The two teenagers fight for the approval of Conrad, even though they hate his guts. Soon enough the fight develops into an actual match, and after several submission holds, several burtally effective moves....you see, Spike and company had been trained to effect their moves sloppily, as to hurt their opponents even more...but after so long, Spike kicks Triple D in the groin and lifts him up for the Impailer, but Triple D flips over and kicks Spike in the testicles, before nailing the D-Day (Pedigree) Spike lays on the floor in pain as Conrad stands above him a look of pure anger on his face.
Spike: - Later that day, Conrad beat the hell out of me. He called me a failure and told me that I'd never be anything...he insulted my parents, my family and my sister. The very next day Milo and Dave left...they had been adopted, and with heavy hearts my friends left me. Soon enough Conrad pitted me against Carl, once more pissed off that I couldn't execute my finisher. Carl beat me and went to shake my hand...and well....
The scene shifts again, just to a year or two ahead. Carl Foster, Xcon, holds his hand out, to help Spike to his feet. Spike reaches up before Conrad steps in and kicks Spike in the face. Spike drops to the floor clutching his bleeding face as Conrad drags him to his feet by his hair. Carl backs away, terrified by the man.
Conrad - You worthless sack of @#%$! You can't even pull off a god damn wrestling move! No wonder you've got nobody left! Your parents probably killed themselves having to see you on a daily basis, thats probably the same reason why you sisters so @#%$ crazy! Your nothing you little @#%$, and you never will be!
With a roar of defiance, Spike breaks Conrads hold on him, breaking free, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blod around his nose. Spike snarls like a trapped and frightened animal, he finally snaps and unleashes it on Conrad, he flies fists first at him, a flurry of punches to Conrads face before whipping him off the ropes and doing a dangerously fast superkick to Conrad. Spike screams at Conrad to get to his face, tears still streaming.
Spike: - GET UP!! GET UP YOU @#%$!! GET THE @#%$ UP!!!
Spike grabs Conrad and lifts him up finally nailing the Spike Impailer on the man who'd brutalised him and his friends for so long. After hitting the move, Spike stands there, shaking uncontrollably. Carl Foster approaches Spike.
Carl - Dude....I understand how you feel, but that was stupid...do you realise what he'll do to you when he comes around?
Spike: - Bastard's not getting a chance!
We follow Spike as he runs through the Orphanage, up the stairs through the corridors, scaring members of the orphanage and the staff themselves. He reaches his room and throws his belongings into a duffel bag before sprinting for the big oak doors. He breaks out onto the road, Orphanage road, in Birmingham. Spike looks around, wiping the tears and attemtping to wipe the blood from his face. He turns left and sprints off down the street.
Spike: -I had nowhere to go...nobody to trust, nobody to go to....so I went looking for the only thing I knew how to do...fight....
Spike lowers his head, looking back at the screen, he seems in a deep trance and the screen fades.
--End of Part One--
Spike: - It's finally finished you know....finally, after the stupid amount of money spent on it...my room, this room. Is finally finished. What is this room? Well, I guess you could call it a virtual reality room in it's simplest form. But you see it's much more than that...this room's memory...is my memory. The events played out in this room are the events of my life. To me it's the ideal way to try and show the people of the WCF, and the people of the world why I am the way I am....and why nothing I say or do is a contradiction to myself....
Spike stands up looking at the camera, maybe a little down and depressed, but nevermore, determined.
Spike: - Let me take you back now...to when I was a child, to how I first got into the world of wrestling....
With that the room shifts and the faint green glow disappears, only to be replaced with an image...a 3D image, almost as if we were right there, of an orphanage. There are a group of kids playing in the middle of the room.
Kid Milo: I'm not so sure on the new guy....he's odd and scary.
Kid Dave: Don't be such a wuss Milo!
Kid Spike: He's right though Dave...there's something about him, something I don't like.
Another two kids walk over, they're unknown to the WCF, but to members of the UBAWF, XwF etc...they're well known.
Kid Triple D: Whats wrong?
Kid Xcon: Don't worry he won't do anything to-
With that the door is kicked open and a man steps through. Long blonde hair half covering his face, and a look on his face that seems to tell us he lost his sanity a very long time ago. Modern day Spike walks onto the screen as the scene pauses.
Spike: - This...is Conrad Jones. The people you see here, are myself, Milo and Dave Holland, Triple D, and Carl Foster...aka XCon. We'd been in this orphanage for quite some time, and now this new orderly had taken a kind of...hmm...shining to us...unfortunatly for us, he didn't have the best intentions at hand.
The scene shifts to the basement of the orphanage. Several children are gathered around in a circle, their clothes all ragged and dirty., the man Conrad Jones steps into the middle of the circle.
Conrad - Well then, we've been on our little excursion for almost a week nw, and seeing as how nobody ever comes down here, nobody has any clue where we are. Do not worry, if a few more days we'll go back upstairs, and you can all bitch and cry to the nurses and get your wounds healed...I only accept the best, the strongest. So far we have two unbeaten boys, and now it's time for them to fight.
The camera pans around showing the look of ferralness on the childrens faces. All boys, all looking tired, all looking scared, all looking like animals....they look ready to rip something apart. And then...a young version of Spike steps into the middle of the circle, as does another child, one unknown to us.
Conrad - Now, Michael and James. This may aswell be the championship match between the two of you. I don't care what you do, how you do it. I want a winner, in any way possible. Now fight!
The two kids look at each other. The punishments of the week obvious on their bodies and their torn faces. They look at each other, but don't move. They don't want to do this, they've done enough fighting. They've made too many of their friends, their brothers bleed at this sick bastards demands...
Conrad - FIGHT!! Or I'll beat the @#%$ out of BOTH OF YOU!!
With that the two kids charge, what ever was left of their confidence shattered by Conrads shouts. The two kids fly at each other, fists flying. Knee's being lifted, hair being pulled. Everything a full on street fight would consist of. Eventually the two end up on the floor rolling around. Spike manages to get the upper hand as he slams his friends head off the floor. He stands up, not wanting to fight anymore, but his friend, James...in his ferral rage flies to his feet and charges at Spike. It's in this quick reaction that we see Spike lift James up, and for the first time ever pull off the Spike Impailer....Spike sits in shock as to what he'd done James lays there unconscious....Conrad Jones stands in the corner of the room, a glint of madness in his eyes and a sinister smile on his face. Once again the scene pauses and Spike steps out.
Spike: - Since that day James could never speak. He was ok with me, we were friends for a long time, and still are today. James respects me and my work and often comes to XHF to watch me. Yet he's never spoken a word since that horrible fateful day. Most of the people who know him believe it was because of the move I used, the move which ended up becoming my trademark, my signiture, my finishing move. The Spike Impailer. Of course I had no idea what I was doing at the time...it just came to me and I did it. Yet I think, or know differently. You see Conrad was never happy when somebody lost..Conrad was a violent man, so violent it rubbed off on the people he...well, for lack of a better word, trained....such as myself. But you see, Conrad saw smething that day something that inspired him to push us to even more devastating levels. He saw me execute a wrestling move...one he fell in love with right away....and ever since that day he pushed us to learn how to wrestle, and to combine that with street fighting...
The scene shifts once more. To the same basement but several years later. The circle of children is replaced with a worn, torn and dirty wrestling ring. Standing in the ring is a teenage Spike Kane. He's training with somebody in the ring, in fact on closer inspection it's a teenage Milo Holland.
Milo: - Come on man, I'm getting tired here.
Spike: - I've gotta perfect the move before Conrad comes back...
Milo: - Your lucky I'm your friend man...right, here we go.
Spike and Milo lock up and Spike lifts Milo up, spinning him in mid-air but then dropping too quickly, dropping Milo on his back.
Spike: - god DAMMIT!
Milo: - Don't worry....I'm ok....I think...
Spike: - He's gonna kill me if I don't get it right!
At those words Conrad Jones enters the room, with a teenage Triple D standing behind him. Triple D grins the same grin Conrad had earlier on. Conrad steps infront.
Conrad: I hope you've perfected your move Mike, because I've arranged a match. You versus Dave here...in a finisher match, and I mean a finisher match, anything goes....starting now.
With that Triple D charged the ring, Milo slid out and Spike and Triple D began a fist fight, the hatred between them truely reaching it's peak. Ever since Conrad hand picked the two men. The two teenagers fight for the approval of Conrad, even though they hate his guts. Soon enough the fight develops into an actual match, and after several submission holds, several burtally effective moves....you see, Spike and company had been trained to effect their moves sloppily, as to hurt their opponents even more...but after so long, Spike kicks Triple D in the groin and lifts him up for the Impailer, but Triple D flips over and kicks Spike in the testicles, before nailing the D-Day (Pedigree) Spike lays on the floor in pain as Conrad stands above him a look of pure anger on his face.
Spike: - Later that day, Conrad beat the hell out of me. He called me a failure and told me that I'd never be anything...he insulted my parents, my family and my sister. The very next day Milo and Dave left...they had been adopted, and with heavy hearts my friends left me. Soon enough Conrad pitted me against Carl, once more pissed off that I couldn't execute my finisher. Carl beat me and went to shake my hand...and well....
The scene shifts again, just to a year or two ahead. Carl Foster, Xcon, holds his hand out, to help Spike to his feet. Spike reaches up before Conrad steps in and kicks Spike in the face. Spike drops to the floor clutching his bleeding face as Conrad drags him to his feet by his hair. Carl backs away, terrified by the man.
Conrad - You worthless sack of @#%$! You can't even pull off a god damn wrestling move! No wonder you've got nobody left! Your parents probably killed themselves having to see you on a daily basis, thats probably the same reason why you sisters so @#%$ crazy! Your nothing you little @#%$, and you never will be!
With a roar of defiance, Spike breaks Conrads hold on him, breaking free, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blod around his nose. Spike snarls like a trapped and frightened animal, he finally snaps and unleashes it on Conrad, he flies fists first at him, a flurry of punches to Conrads face before whipping him off the ropes and doing a dangerously fast superkick to Conrad. Spike screams at Conrad to get to his face, tears still streaming.
Spike: - GET UP!! GET UP YOU @#%$!! GET THE @#%$ UP!!!
Spike grabs Conrad and lifts him up finally nailing the Spike Impailer on the man who'd brutalised him and his friends for so long. After hitting the move, Spike stands there, shaking uncontrollably. Carl Foster approaches Spike.
Carl - Dude....I understand how you feel, but that was stupid...do you realise what he'll do to you when he comes around?
Spike: - Bastard's not getting a chance!
We follow Spike as he runs through the Orphanage, up the stairs through the corridors, scaring members of the orphanage and the staff themselves. He reaches his room and throws his belongings into a duffel bag before sprinting for the big oak doors. He breaks out onto the road, Orphanage road, in Birmingham. Spike looks around, wiping the tears and attemtping to wipe the blood from his face. He turns left and sprints off down the street.
Spike: -I had nowhere to go...nobody to trust, nobody to go to....so I went looking for the only thing I knew how to do...fight....
Spike lowers his head, looking back at the screen, he seems in a deep trance and the screen fades.
--End of Part One--