Post by Spike Kane on Jun 19, 2007 7:38:24 GMT -5
The scene opens back up on the WCF Tag Team Champions. They're both sitting on the sofa, Spike seems to be wiping something off his face. As Amy Skye Williams comes back into the room.
Amy - Did you really think me ripping into Jack was that funny Spike?
Jay - No no Amy...we just finished watching another TXO segment.
Spike - Man...he honestly believes he stands a chance. I just cant take something like that seriously. I mean come on...my FIRST match here I beat him, one on one. Cleanly too. It's not like I had to go the extra mile. And now because he's gone and gotten himself a name he thinks it's gonna change who he is?
Amy - Well, it's not uncommon. People usually feel much better about themselves when they have creative control, and when they don't sound and look like a fucking moron because of their name.
Jay - He's still a fucking moron...
Spike nods his head enthusiasticly. He then gets up to allow Amy to sit down next to Jay. She looks as Spike a little weird, not used to Jay's friends treating her nice.
Spike - Anyone wanna drink? I'm gonna go grab a soda or something...
Jay nods his head to Spike, who nods back.
Amy - I'd like a shake if you can get one, chocolate!
Spike shrugs and turns to walk out of the lockeroom. The camera follows him. Spike closes the door behind him. Spike continues to walk down the corridor, knowing the camera is following him, he continues to talk.
Spike - Ok TXO, Richy, Roberto or whatever the fuck you want to be called. Let me get down and talk to you right now. You see, you honestly believe your on some kind of high. I'm starting to believe I might have seriously hurt you in our match. Because a string of losses doesn't mean your doing great. It means your losing match after match. But there's one thing I do have to say...your perseverence amazes me. It shocked me, and it kinda drags a little bit of respect out of me for you. I mean, hell you were given a World Title shot. Admittedly, you lost, but you had the chance to show your worth to the World Champion. So Skylar beat you, at least he knows what you've got. So props on that there....just know this though...next time, you'll actually have to EARN your World Title shot...because any clown should know your shot, was a sympathy shot. Come on, we all know it's the truth...
Spike gets to a soda machine and slots in some coins, bashing the Dr Pepper button twice.
Spike - Don't get me wrong Richy, beacause I'm not trying to pit you off our match on Sunday Night. I'm just letting you know what to expect come Explosion. To be honest, you against myself and my partner James, you don't stand a hope in hells chance. But you see, I've been in this business far too long, I know that you wouldn't even DARE step into the cage in a handicap match with people who have already beaten you within the past month. It's just not really logical is it? But don't worry TXO, I'm watching you, and I'm watching everything you do. The people you associate, hinting to them, but not saying yourself, that you need help come Sunday. Well it's not exactly a fucking enigma is it? Because you do need help, help because we destroyed The Violent One on Blast. We took that son of a bitch and pretty much straight up crippled the fucker. Now...imagine what we could possibly do to you come Sunday? I mean offa turnbuckle was bad enough for TVO, what about you? Off a cage? Oh! That's right, according to some lame ass idiots you've got extreme on your side...right? Well to quote Kevin Spacey...
WRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!
Spike chuckles to himself as he pulls the bottles of Dr Pepper from the machine, slipping one into his back pocket. He then walks around to the consecion stand.
Spike - You see TXO, I'm the GOD of xtreme. Yes, I say it differently to how the majority say it, because I'm not a fucking sheep. Xtreme is something i created, so nobody can tell me what it is, or how it should be....you see. I took the Hardcore style, and took it one step further. I learnt how to wrestle, became technically sound, and mixed it, taking my own style to the Main Event. I became the Spiked One, The God of Xtreme! So for somebody to try and buck up your spirits by saying you have "extreme" on your side...well, they kinda need a nice pimp slap around the face...what a fucking moron.[/olor]
Spike walks upto the stand and the guy leans over.
Guy: Can I help you sir?
Spike - Just a chocolate shake please..
The guy hands one over and Spike pays for it. He then proceeds to head back to the lockeroom.
Spike - So Richy, get one thought into your head. Nothing is on your side in this battle. We have the numbers advantage, the strength advantage, the intelligence advantage, experience....knowledge, ability. We outclass you in everything. And no matter who you get on your side, we'll be ready, we'll be prepared. We are the WCF Tag Team Champions, and our first defence is going to either be kicking ten shades of shit out of you, and possibly ending your career...OR kicking ten shades of shit out of you AND a tag team partner, aswell as possibly ending your careers. It's a simple as that TXO...so get yourself ready, mentally, physically. Sunday Night...Explosion will be one hell of a lesson for you, and finally we'll drill it into your head that you can't even touch us...we're gonna wipe the floor with you Richy, and there's nothing you can do about it....
Spike gets to the door, and does the decent think of actually knocking on the door.
(To be continued by JAY)
Amy - Did you really think me ripping into Jack was that funny Spike?
Jay - No no Amy...we just finished watching another TXO segment.
Spike - Man...he honestly believes he stands a chance. I just cant take something like that seriously. I mean come on...my FIRST match here I beat him, one on one. Cleanly too. It's not like I had to go the extra mile. And now because he's gone and gotten himself a name he thinks it's gonna change who he is?
Amy - Well, it's not uncommon. People usually feel much better about themselves when they have creative control, and when they don't sound and look like a fucking moron because of their name.
Jay - He's still a fucking moron...
Spike nods his head enthusiasticly. He then gets up to allow Amy to sit down next to Jay. She looks as Spike a little weird, not used to Jay's friends treating her nice.
Spike - Anyone wanna drink? I'm gonna go grab a soda or something...
Jay nods his head to Spike, who nods back.
Amy - I'd like a shake if you can get one, chocolate!
Spike shrugs and turns to walk out of the lockeroom. The camera follows him. Spike closes the door behind him. Spike continues to walk down the corridor, knowing the camera is following him, he continues to talk.
Spike - Ok TXO, Richy, Roberto or whatever the fuck you want to be called. Let me get down and talk to you right now. You see, you honestly believe your on some kind of high. I'm starting to believe I might have seriously hurt you in our match. Because a string of losses doesn't mean your doing great. It means your losing match after match. But there's one thing I do have to say...your perseverence amazes me. It shocked me, and it kinda drags a little bit of respect out of me for you. I mean, hell you were given a World Title shot. Admittedly, you lost, but you had the chance to show your worth to the World Champion. So Skylar beat you, at least he knows what you've got. So props on that there....just know this though...next time, you'll actually have to EARN your World Title shot...because any clown should know your shot, was a sympathy shot. Come on, we all know it's the truth...
Spike gets to a soda machine and slots in some coins, bashing the Dr Pepper button twice.
Spike - Don't get me wrong Richy, beacause I'm not trying to pit you off our match on Sunday Night. I'm just letting you know what to expect come Explosion. To be honest, you against myself and my partner James, you don't stand a hope in hells chance. But you see, I've been in this business far too long, I know that you wouldn't even DARE step into the cage in a handicap match with people who have already beaten you within the past month. It's just not really logical is it? But don't worry TXO, I'm watching you, and I'm watching everything you do. The people you associate, hinting to them, but not saying yourself, that you need help come Sunday. Well it's not exactly a fucking enigma is it? Because you do need help, help because we destroyed The Violent One on Blast. We took that son of a bitch and pretty much straight up crippled the fucker. Now...imagine what we could possibly do to you come Sunday? I mean offa turnbuckle was bad enough for TVO, what about you? Off a cage? Oh! That's right, according to some lame ass idiots you've got extreme on your side...right? Well to quote Kevin Spacey...
WRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!
Spike chuckles to himself as he pulls the bottles of Dr Pepper from the machine, slipping one into his back pocket. He then walks around to the consecion stand.
Spike - You see TXO, I'm the GOD of xtreme. Yes, I say it differently to how the majority say it, because I'm not a fucking sheep. Xtreme is something i created, so nobody can tell me what it is, or how it should be....you see. I took the Hardcore style, and took it one step further. I learnt how to wrestle, became technically sound, and mixed it, taking my own style to the Main Event. I became the Spiked One, The God of Xtreme! So for somebody to try and buck up your spirits by saying you have "extreme" on your side...well, they kinda need a nice pimp slap around the face...what a fucking moron.[/olor]
Spike walks upto the stand and the guy leans over.
Guy: Can I help you sir?
Spike - Just a chocolate shake please..
The guy hands one over and Spike pays for it. He then proceeds to head back to the lockeroom.
Spike - So Richy, get one thought into your head. Nothing is on your side in this battle. We have the numbers advantage, the strength advantage, the intelligence advantage, experience....knowledge, ability. We outclass you in everything. And no matter who you get on your side, we'll be ready, we'll be prepared. We are the WCF Tag Team Champions, and our first defence is going to either be kicking ten shades of shit out of you, and possibly ending your career...OR kicking ten shades of shit out of you AND a tag team partner, aswell as possibly ending your careers. It's a simple as that TXO...so get yourself ready, mentally, physically. Sunday Night...Explosion will be one hell of a lesson for you, and finally we'll drill it into your head that you can't even touch us...we're gonna wipe the floor with you Richy, and there's nothing you can do about it....
Spike gets to the door, and does the decent think of actually knocking on the door.
(To be continued by JAY)
