Post by Spike Kane on Jul 1, 2007 6:25:41 GMT -5
The scene opens up on Spike Kane sitting in his own locker room, no longer a member of the Tag Team Champions, and the future of Killswitch up in the air. Spike sits hunched over, his long hair falling over his face. He looks up to the camera and begins to talk.
Spike: You know...I came here to the WCF as the Undefeated XHF World Champion. I was driven out by backstage politcs. Since then I've been deemed one of the hottest free market Sports Entertainers in this business today. Yet I came here, to the WCF. I followed my younger brother Reckless Jack to the federation where he made a name for himself. I did it out of respect! You see, over in the XHF I all but ruined Jack. I wore him out mentally and it effected his in-ring abilities. It lead to me defeating him at Retribution for the XHF Championship. Thus I became a member of a very small elite group, one of five Two Time XHF Champions. Now I sit here in the WCF. Defeated, a FORMER Tag Team Champion. Former Champion, of a championship I didn't even win...it was handed to me, and the only reason I took it, was for my brother! I teamed up with a kid I had never really interacted with before, a kid I'd seen rise up the ranks of XHF and then fall drasticly....much like myself I guess. A kid...who pretty much turned his back on me at Explosion.
Spike stands up, pulling his hair down behind him. His hands are taped up, as if for a match. He walks towards a sink, which has a small mirror on the wall. Spike rinses his hands and splashes a little water onto his face.
Spike: I knew all along that Davey Boone would be joining in the match, I trained appropriatly. I tried to tell Jay, to let him know what was gonna be going down, but he wouldn't listen. Too busy talking crap with Amy. Too busy clowning around. You see, I'm not the type of person that makes clowning around a habit, makes comedy my main aspect of television time, but this time around, things felt different. More relaxed...more freedom. And to be brutally honest...last week, at Explosion...Jay Williams slapped me in the face. He slapped me with the hand of reality. Now I sit around waiting for Slam, waiting to hear this message that Jay Williams has proposed. Should I worry? Should I prepare for the worst? How should I know...I've known Jay Williams only the short time since I've been here....I do however, know his teacher, and i know him extremely well...
A dark grin spreads across Spike's face. A look you'd only expect to come across the face of a madman. Spike's eyes rise a little adding an even more eerier aura to the God of Xtreme.
Spike: It appears Mr Hardaway has more of a pull of Jay Williams than I ever could have realised. You see, I'm not going to sit by idly and await Williams grand speech, the unveiling of the reason. No! I will be there, I said I would and I am a man of my word, but if you think I'm going to stand idly by after you've already stabbed me in the back, you can fucking forget it! I came here out of respect for my brother, I took your side, stood tall together and fought with pride, out of respect for my brother. Well no offense little Jacky, but fuck it! I've had enough of this. I'm my own man. I'm a Multi-Time World Champion, I've held over fifty titles worldwide spanning every title range. I am the god of xtreme, I do not conform to what the masses believe or suggest, no...I'm a trend setter, the minority, i march to my own god damn tune...and if you think I'm going to stand around while you propel yourself through the WCF...you can sit and spin motherfucker. I came here to continue my legacy and to make a name for myself, and that is exactly what I'm planning to do...wether it be in the World Title, Television Title or Hardcore Title division....I'm going to be a name people remember, a name people fear...and Jay Williams, you best hope you have something good to say come Tonight's Slam...or you will fall victim to the Spiked One, once and for all....I am not a man to be messed with...and playtime, is over!
Spike lowers his head and washes his face again. He looks up and a look of pure madness with a hint of anger can be seen in his face. The feed flickers, before it's cut.
Spike: You know...I came here to the WCF as the Undefeated XHF World Champion. I was driven out by backstage politcs. Since then I've been deemed one of the hottest free market Sports Entertainers in this business today. Yet I came here, to the WCF. I followed my younger brother Reckless Jack to the federation where he made a name for himself. I did it out of respect! You see, over in the XHF I all but ruined Jack. I wore him out mentally and it effected his in-ring abilities. It lead to me defeating him at Retribution for the XHF Championship. Thus I became a member of a very small elite group, one of five Two Time XHF Champions. Now I sit here in the WCF. Defeated, a FORMER Tag Team Champion. Former Champion, of a championship I didn't even win...it was handed to me, and the only reason I took it, was for my brother! I teamed up with a kid I had never really interacted with before, a kid I'd seen rise up the ranks of XHF and then fall drasticly....much like myself I guess. A kid...who pretty much turned his back on me at Explosion.
Spike stands up, pulling his hair down behind him. His hands are taped up, as if for a match. He walks towards a sink, which has a small mirror on the wall. Spike rinses his hands and splashes a little water onto his face.
Spike: I knew all along that Davey Boone would be joining in the match, I trained appropriatly. I tried to tell Jay, to let him know what was gonna be going down, but he wouldn't listen. Too busy talking crap with Amy. Too busy clowning around. You see, I'm not the type of person that makes clowning around a habit, makes comedy my main aspect of television time, but this time around, things felt different. More relaxed...more freedom. And to be brutally honest...last week, at Explosion...Jay Williams slapped me in the face. He slapped me with the hand of reality. Now I sit around waiting for Slam, waiting to hear this message that Jay Williams has proposed. Should I worry? Should I prepare for the worst? How should I know...I've known Jay Williams only the short time since I've been here....I do however, know his teacher, and i know him extremely well...
A dark grin spreads across Spike's face. A look you'd only expect to come across the face of a madman. Spike's eyes rise a little adding an even more eerier aura to the God of Xtreme.
Spike: It appears Mr Hardaway has more of a pull of Jay Williams than I ever could have realised. You see, I'm not going to sit by idly and await Williams grand speech, the unveiling of the reason. No! I will be there, I said I would and I am a man of my word, but if you think I'm going to stand idly by after you've already stabbed me in the back, you can fucking forget it! I came here out of respect for my brother, I took your side, stood tall together and fought with pride, out of respect for my brother. Well no offense little Jacky, but fuck it! I've had enough of this. I'm my own man. I'm a Multi-Time World Champion, I've held over fifty titles worldwide spanning every title range. I am the god of xtreme, I do not conform to what the masses believe or suggest, no...I'm a trend setter, the minority, i march to my own god damn tune...and if you think I'm going to stand around while you propel yourself through the WCF...you can sit and spin motherfucker. I came here to continue my legacy and to make a name for myself, and that is exactly what I'm planning to do...wether it be in the World Title, Television Title or Hardcore Title division....I'm going to be a name people remember, a name people fear...and Jay Williams, you best hope you have something good to say come Tonight's Slam...or you will fall victim to the Spiked One, once and for all....I am not a man to be messed with...and playtime, is over!
Spike lowers his head and washes his face again. He looks up and a look of pure madness with a hint of anger can be seen in his face. The feed flickers, before it's cut.
