Post by Spike Kane on May 31, 2007 15:05:04 GMT -5
PART TWO
The scene comes back, to that very same room, however now it's the room once more. It's not a visual image of Spike's past, but simply the dimly lit room with the green glow. Spike is sitting on te chair once more. He stands up, looking hard into the camera
Spike: - When I last left you, it was at a crossroads in my life. I had taken the decision to fight back against Conrad Jones. The man who brutalised myself and my friends on a daily basis. I took alot more than I should have, than anybody should have at that Orphanage. If I complained, or told anybody...I got it worse than ever. I finally snapped and sought revenge on the man...but not enough. I was too scared to stay, I couldn't face the reprocutions. So I ran, for fear of my life, for fear of the inevitable beat down. I ran for my life and by an insane stroke of luck...I managed to find myself a job, working as a jobber in a backyard federation.
The background shifts again. Showing Spike in some ridiculous clothing being pinned by some over-sized retard. Spike lays for a moment untill the few backyard fans stop cheering. Spike rolls off the crappy ring and heads to the building, rolling his arm to release the tension. Then he's approached by a guy who looks a little older than him.
Guy: Dude, Mike...we need you to go out there again man, but we need you to actually wrestle. I mean, Marcus the Magnificent broke his leg, and he can't wrestle for us....if you do, I'll hook you up man, I promise!
Spike: Sure...just promise me I don't have to wear this tackey @#%$ anymore?
Guy: Done deal!
Time seems to shift further ahead. Spike is in the middle of the ring once more, donning some torn jeans and a baggy black t-shirt. He's wrestling some tall guy with long black hair. They wrestle normally for quite some time, Spike too used to not doing anything worth watching, but then he snaps back to it. He whips the dude off the ropes and catches him with a high hurricarana sending him over the ropes. He then bounces off the ropes and does a huge dive over the top ropes. Sending himself and his opponent through several tables, as this "company" couldn't afford a proper rng surroundings. The scene pauses once more.
Spike: - This guy here...
Spike points at the long haired guy.
Spike: - His name was Kronic. He was turly impressed with me that night and told me of a promotion that was starting up and needed wrestlers. I accepted the offer because it paid well and often. It also gave me the chance to get some air-time. Within a week I was told I would be debuting in WDWF, sadly to say...they stook me with a stupid gimmick and a stupid name....
The scene now shifts to a wrestling match in a small hall. Spike stands there, obviously under a new gimmick as does the guy he fought earlier. The two men are going at it, the crowd barely interested. Spike turns around and lifts the guy up using some weird kind of hair gel...his hair has spked rock solid and is capable of being used to pick the guy up, at this time the lights go out and after a few seconds a man speaks.
Man: Kronic....Bonesmasher....I told you, no more Mr Nice Guy!!
Commentator: Oh my god!! Kenny Kouragous just knocked out the debuting Bonesmasher and Kronic!
The scene pauses once more.
Spike: - Soon after this match, the WDWF collapsed...Kronic however knew this would happen, and he'd created his own federation, a federation where I was finally allowed to be myself and exloit my talents. The WDW, the place where I first got the feel of Gold around my waist. I was hailed as a hardcore specialist. I became the biggest and most well known hardcore wrestler of the United Kingdom, never vearing away from what I knew best....violence. Then however, after being recruited to another backyard federation in America, taking some close friends with me...the fed was handed down to me...and after a while I closed it down. You see I received an invitation to move to the Xtreme Wrestling Entertainment federation. I of course accepted. I wrestled there for quite some time, my cash flow growing bigger and bigger. I'm sure you've all seen, the way I dress, the way I act...I don't splash out much, so I never really spent much of the money I was making. XWE was a time where I began to break out of the hardcore division, as it were...
Spike is wrestling in the ring (OOC: sorry, but I'm using character names here to make it easy for me) with the Hell's Angel's Corey Taylor. Spike nails the Spike Impailer on Corey and then locks in an anklelock, Corey taps but Spike doesn't stop untill he breaks Corey Taylors ankle. The next clip shows Spike wrestling individually every single member of the XWE's Hells Angels and breaking several of their ankles.
Spike: - It was this time where I began to use the anklelock, a move I perfected and gave my own name, the Burning Hell. I think the name suits you see, because when your in the lock it feels like your ankle is burning, and it hurts like hell. Cunning huh? Well anyway....my days in XWE weren't very long as I tired of their way of doing things. It gave for no character control or creative liscence at all...so I left, and hooked up with an old friend of mine, Chris Berra...after opening and closing my own federation a few times. We worked together, we co-ran one, boy did we have some fun times. I had some great fueds and matches with Triple D, the Hollands...Chirs Berra, Insane Fan...so much fun, so many times. Eventually, they led me to the XHF, and soon enough to the WCF. You see I was a part of the UBAWF, even though the administration there were doing everything they could to diminnish me, my career and my legacy...they couldn't stop me. Now Tyler Jacobs and his fanatical group all jumped ship once UBAWF went downhill, they all jumped to XHF, and Tyler tried to convince me too. I turned him down, not because I didn't want to be here, but because I didn't want to come in with them. Instead, I came in later, with a member of that group...the young gun, Rob Cosmo. I came here with him as a tag team...and things went downhill rapidly.
The scene switches back to the dull geen room and spike turns the chair sitting on it so ne can rest his arms on the back and his head on his arms.
Spike: - You see the fans of the XHF know I left in quite a hurry, I left Cosmo to fend for himself and left for "personal reasons." Yet nobody knows what those personal reasons were, except for Mongo of course. Now seeing as I've got my match with The Xtreme One this weekend, ....I figure'd it's best to get it out in the open, bar this, I've held nothing from the crowd, nothing from the fans. You see guys, I took a wrong turn back in my life. I became a drug addict, and I do mean addict. My life was worthless, I had no respect for myself, the company, the business...I was a train wreck, all because I couldn't kick the habit. It numbed the pain and helped me get by night to night, show to show, but I wasn't me anymore. I was an empty shell of the man I used to be....but I tried harder than everything. I had let my friends down...let my fans down, and let my sister down. I went on rehab, and I trained hard for just over a year. I went back to the XHF and had a meeting with Mongo, we had a talk and we did some physical and mental tests, soon enough Mongo signed off on my contract. My very first match..I destroyed Kevin Hardaway, ever since then he's never left me alone. But you see TXO, if I can kick the thing that brought my life to rock bottom, I can certainly kick you too. Sunday Slam will be the last time I have to suffer being in the same ring as you, the last time I'm gonna have to drill into your skull that you cannot beat me. Flashy toys and heartbreaking stories aside....I'm here for good TXO. I've been here for almost a week and already I'm at the peak of perfection. I'm the God of Xtreme, and I have a destiny....I have a goal to fulfill, and listen closely to me now, TXO...Team Xtreme....neither of you are going to stop me from prevailing and being crowned the greatest WCF Superstar EVER!![/color]
Spike gets to his feet, he puts the chair in the corner of the room and picks something up off of the floor, the XwF World Championship. He puts it over his shoulder and the background of the room changes once more, to the image of Spike Kane celebrating winning te XHF World Campionship. Spike wipes a single tear from his eyes, and leaves the room. As he does so, the image changes to a picture of him as a child, hunched in the corner, crying, to a picture of him singing vocals in his band, crying....to a picture of him holding the XHF Championship, crying...but with tears of joy. To a final picture of the XHF Championship on fire and a demented crazed look in Spike Kane's eyes.
--The End--
The scene comes back, to that very same room, however now it's the room once more. It's not a visual image of Spike's past, but simply the dimly lit room with the green glow. Spike is sitting on te chair once more. He stands up, looking hard into the camera
Spike: - When I last left you, it was at a crossroads in my life. I had taken the decision to fight back against Conrad Jones. The man who brutalised myself and my friends on a daily basis. I took alot more than I should have, than anybody should have at that Orphanage. If I complained, or told anybody...I got it worse than ever. I finally snapped and sought revenge on the man...but not enough. I was too scared to stay, I couldn't face the reprocutions. So I ran, for fear of my life, for fear of the inevitable beat down. I ran for my life and by an insane stroke of luck...I managed to find myself a job, working as a jobber in a backyard federation.
The background shifts again. Showing Spike in some ridiculous clothing being pinned by some over-sized retard. Spike lays for a moment untill the few backyard fans stop cheering. Spike rolls off the crappy ring and heads to the building, rolling his arm to release the tension. Then he's approached by a guy who looks a little older than him.
Guy: Dude, Mike...we need you to go out there again man, but we need you to actually wrestle. I mean, Marcus the Magnificent broke his leg, and he can't wrestle for us....if you do, I'll hook you up man, I promise!
Spike: Sure...just promise me I don't have to wear this tackey @#%$ anymore?
Guy: Done deal!
Time seems to shift further ahead. Spike is in the middle of the ring once more, donning some torn jeans and a baggy black t-shirt. He's wrestling some tall guy with long black hair. They wrestle normally for quite some time, Spike too used to not doing anything worth watching, but then he snaps back to it. He whips the dude off the ropes and catches him with a high hurricarana sending him over the ropes. He then bounces off the ropes and does a huge dive over the top ropes. Sending himself and his opponent through several tables, as this "company" couldn't afford a proper rng surroundings. The scene pauses once more.
Spike: - This guy here...
Spike points at the long haired guy.
Spike: - His name was Kronic. He was turly impressed with me that night and told me of a promotion that was starting up and needed wrestlers. I accepted the offer because it paid well and often. It also gave me the chance to get some air-time. Within a week I was told I would be debuting in WDWF, sadly to say...they stook me with a stupid gimmick and a stupid name....
The scene now shifts to a wrestling match in a small hall. Spike stands there, obviously under a new gimmick as does the guy he fought earlier. The two men are going at it, the crowd barely interested. Spike turns around and lifts the guy up using some weird kind of hair gel...his hair has spked rock solid and is capable of being used to pick the guy up, at this time the lights go out and after a few seconds a man speaks.
Man: Kronic....Bonesmasher....I told you, no more Mr Nice Guy!!
Commentator: Oh my god!! Kenny Kouragous just knocked out the debuting Bonesmasher and Kronic!
The scene pauses once more.
Spike: - Soon after this match, the WDWF collapsed...Kronic however knew this would happen, and he'd created his own federation, a federation where I was finally allowed to be myself and exloit my talents. The WDW, the place where I first got the feel of Gold around my waist. I was hailed as a hardcore specialist. I became the biggest and most well known hardcore wrestler of the United Kingdom, never vearing away from what I knew best....violence. Then however, after being recruited to another backyard federation in America, taking some close friends with me...the fed was handed down to me...and after a while I closed it down. You see I received an invitation to move to the Xtreme Wrestling Entertainment federation. I of course accepted. I wrestled there for quite some time, my cash flow growing bigger and bigger. I'm sure you've all seen, the way I dress, the way I act...I don't splash out much, so I never really spent much of the money I was making. XWE was a time where I began to break out of the hardcore division, as it were...
Spike is wrestling in the ring (OOC: sorry, but I'm using character names here to make it easy for me) with the Hell's Angel's Corey Taylor. Spike nails the Spike Impailer on Corey and then locks in an anklelock, Corey taps but Spike doesn't stop untill he breaks Corey Taylors ankle. The next clip shows Spike wrestling individually every single member of the XWE's Hells Angels and breaking several of their ankles.
Spike: - It was this time where I began to use the anklelock, a move I perfected and gave my own name, the Burning Hell. I think the name suits you see, because when your in the lock it feels like your ankle is burning, and it hurts like hell. Cunning huh? Well anyway....my days in XWE weren't very long as I tired of their way of doing things. It gave for no character control or creative liscence at all...so I left, and hooked up with an old friend of mine, Chris Berra...after opening and closing my own federation a few times. We worked together, we co-ran one, boy did we have some fun times. I had some great fueds and matches with Triple D, the Hollands...Chirs Berra, Insane Fan...so much fun, so many times. Eventually, they led me to the XHF, and soon enough to the WCF. You see I was a part of the UBAWF, even though the administration there were doing everything they could to diminnish me, my career and my legacy...they couldn't stop me. Now Tyler Jacobs and his fanatical group all jumped ship once UBAWF went downhill, they all jumped to XHF, and Tyler tried to convince me too. I turned him down, not because I didn't want to be here, but because I didn't want to come in with them. Instead, I came in later, with a member of that group...the young gun, Rob Cosmo. I came here with him as a tag team...and things went downhill rapidly.
The scene switches back to the dull geen room and spike turns the chair sitting on it so ne can rest his arms on the back and his head on his arms.
Spike: - You see the fans of the XHF know I left in quite a hurry, I left Cosmo to fend for himself and left for "personal reasons." Yet nobody knows what those personal reasons were, except for Mongo of course. Now seeing as I've got my match with The Xtreme One this weekend, ....I figure'd it's best to get it out in the open, bar this, I've held nothing from the crowd, nothing from the fans. You see guys, I took a wrong turn back in my life. I became a drug addict, and I do mean addict. My life was worthless, I had no respect for myself, the company, the business...I was a train wreck, all because I couldn't kick the habit. It numbed the pain and helped me get by night to night, show to show, but I wasn't me anymore. I was an empty shell of the man I used to be....but I tried harder than everything. I had let my friends down...let my fans down, and let my sister down. I went on rehab, and I trained hard for just over a year. I went back to the XHF and had a meeting with Mongo, we had a talk and we did some physical and mental tests, soon enough Mongo signed off on my contract. My very first match..I destroyed Kevin Hardaway, ever since then he's never left me alone. But you see TXO, if I can kick the thing that brought my life to rock bottom, I can certainly kick you too. Sunday Slam will be the last time I have to suffer being in the same ring as you, the last time I'm gonna have to drill into your skull that you cannot beat me. Flashy toys and heartbreaking stories aside....I'm here for good TXO. I've been here for almost a week and already I'm at the peak of perfection. I'm the God of Xtreme, and I have a destiny....I have a goal to fulfill, and listen closely to me now, TXO...Team Xtreme....neither of you are going to stop me from prevailing and being crowned the greatest WCF Superstar EVER!![/color]
Spike gets to his feet, he puts the chair in the corner of the room and picks something up off of the floor, the XwF World Championship. He puts it over his shoulder and the background of the room changes once more, to the image of Spike Kane celebrating winning te XHF World Campionship. Spike wipes a single tear from his eyes, and leaves the room. As he does so, the image changes to a picture of him as a child, hunched in the corner, crying, to a picture of him singing vocals in his band, crying....to a picture of him holding the XHF Championship, crying...but with tears of joy. To a final picture of the XHF Championship on fire and a demented crazed look in Spike Kane's eyes.
--The End--