Post by Spike Kane on May 28, 2007 19:22:03 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a small lockeroom, it's quite dirty and not a little damp. The door is wide open and the small locker is open too. There's a picture of a naked woman on the inside, but it's so old and worn nobody can see who it is. A man steps infront of the camera and throws a bag into the room, looking around in complete disgust. He looks at the floor, the benches. He opens the locker door fully and rip's off the worn poster of the woman. He sits down on the bench, looking a little more than agitated. After a few minutes he stands up and opens up his bag, pulling stuff out as he began to speak.
Spike: You know, people have been asking me ever since I walked out of XHF....why? Why would I step out of a Federation capable of setting my family up for years, why, as their Undefeated World Champion would I walk out on their fans....on the people who had faith in me...it's simple really, when it all comes down to it. I wasn't happy, and if your World Champion ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!
Spike pulls a photograph out of his bag and slides it into the insert of the locker door, much like high school kids do, except this one clearly isn't a love interest for Spike, at least...not in that way.
Spike: My sister Freya didn't want me to leave. She thought I was happy at XHF, she thought I was doing what I loved doing...I was, I live for this business, I've bled for this business, I've shed tears for this business and I've sweat more than I'd care to remember for this business. Through this business I found myself in a relationship, that spawned a small boy...my child, who was brutally taken away from me, by the same illness that afflicts me....then I found happiness in another relationship, a more solid relationship with Tara Fenix. I ignored the shouts, the insults, the jibes...about how many men she'd slept with, about how many STD's she'd had. It never bothered me, because I was in love...but recently it dawned on me...after months of people telling me I was riding her coat tails, I realised...we hooked up in my beloved XwF, before we publicised anything in XHF...at that time, she was nothing, a returning Veteran...who decided to cash in on my campaign for the X*Crown Championship....now that I think back, I don't know why I fell for it...but at least I can say...me and that ungrateful bitch are through. Going against my every decision, and picking the opposite side in the war....I could stand for that...but using me...no chance in hell, little bitch...
Spike begins to place some of his clothes into the locker, hanging up some black band t-shirts, and a couple of pairs of cut-off's. He giggles to himself a little.
Spike: Speaking of little bitches...I checked the Card for Slam. Looks like I've been booked in my debut match, against non other than The Xtreme One, one of the two men who felt the impact of Spike Kane's prescence last night at Timebomb. Now don't get me wrong, it was not onprovoked....you see, myself and Jack we go way back, wayer back than people would ever know. He asked me to watch his back, and I did. I don't really care much for Jay Williams, never really had much to do with him, just watched him float about...as for his..."Teacher" well...the history between us is very very brutal. Very Xtreme I guess I could say, but you'll probably disagree won't you TXO? Don't worry, I'm used to it...I'm used to kids trying to tell me what Xtreme is and how I'm just a Hardcore wrestler that can't cut it anymore. However, I'll have you know...that I CREATED Xtreme.
Spike pulls something out of his bag now, it's a bottle of beer. Spike cracks the top off the edge of the locker and the lid flies off, Spike then takes a sip of that glorious beer known as Budweiser.
Spike: Don't worry TXO, I'm already anticipating your response. How I'm not good enough, how I don't put my body through enough pain to be xtreme, how I don't fling myself uselessly through the air...I've done all that TXO. I've paid my dues in backyard federations, thats where I come from...the humble backyard wrestling scene...of Birmingham, England. But don't mistake that...I'm not British, no...I'm full blooded Irish amigo, don't forget that..because us Irish, we're known for our tendancy to..well, lose our tempers and fighting...well...we love that. But thats not why I'm xtreme. No, allow me to explain Mr One. I began to wrestle in this business eleven years ago...in the Summer of 1996. I stepped into the ring and was finally being paid a decent wage, but around this time...there was no such thing as "xtreme" or even "extreme" there were Hardcore wrestlers, such as myself, and Luchadores, who embody what a lot of you inexperienced fools THINK xtreme is...but you see, I could fly through the air, I still can...I'm physically...phenomenal. But I was first and foremost a grappler. You see, I loved to use suplexes...hence how I came up with my Spike Impailer...but I'm not technical master, yes I can wrestler, I can outwrestle many a man, and I can make people submit with my patented anklelock...which may I add I was using before the craze that Kurt-I'm a bald fat loser-Angle started. I was a fan of the greats, the proper psychos...Raven, Ken Shamrock, The Sheik...they inspired me...and truth be told...I wasn't exactly all there....
Spike takes another big swig of his beer as he sits down on the bench making himself comfortable, revealing at last what t-shirt he's wearing today, it's black with a crazy ass design on it and the words: "World Under Blood" Spike sits grinning.
Spike: In it's simplest form, Xtreme is simply a Hardcore wrestler and a luchadore mixed together, but not fighting as an opener, a curtain jerker, or fighting in dark matches...but main eventing, stealing the show, leaving the mindless flock that follow this business awestruck...and that TXO, is what I do on a nightly basis. I walk in, sell out the arena...kick ten shades of shit out of my opponent, and walk out. Knowing my business is done, knowing that for one more day I am the king of the world. Knowing that I am the GOD of Xtreme. LAst night on Slam you tried to injure Reckless Jack. As of right now we're not too sure on Jack's condition, but one thing is for sure...oyu lost yourselves them Tag Team Championships...so I can imagine your pretty angry and maybe even upset...but trust me TXO, it won't mean anything when you step into the ring with me on Sunday. If you thought the beating I gave you last night was anything...prepare to be amazed son, for I am The Spiked One....and nobody can call themselves Xtreme, without getting through me...and TXO...I have a point to prove, you son..will be the poor soul that is used to make that point. Enjoy this week TXO, because it may be the last time your fully capable of doing so...
Spike kicks the door closed as he takes another hit from his beer. The door slams inches away from the camera screen and then the scene fades on the name inscribed on the lockeroom door: Spike Kane.
Spike: You know, people have been asking me ever since I walked out of XHF....why? Why would I step out of a Federation capable of setting my family up for years, why, as their Undefeated World Champion would I walk out on their fans....on the people who had faith in me...it's simple really, when it all comes down to it. I wasn't happy, and if your World Champion ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!
Spike pulls a photograph out of his bag and slides it into the insert of the locker door, much like high school kids do, except this one clearly isn't a love interest for Spike, at least...not in that way.
Spike: My sister Freya didn't want me to leave. She thought I was happy at XHF, she thought I was doing what I loved doing...I was, I live for this business, I've bled for this business, I've shed tears for this business and I've sweat more than I'd care to remember for this business. Through this business I found myself in a relationship, that spawned a small boy...my child, who was brutally taken away from me, by the same illness that afflicts me....then I found happiness in another relationship, a more solid relationship with Tara Fenix. I ignored the shouts, the insults, the jibes...about how many men she'd slept with, about how many STD's she'd had. It never bothered me, because I was in love...but recently it dawned on me...after months of people telling me I was riding her coat tails, I realised...we hooked up in my beloved XwF, before we publicised anything in XHF...at that time, she was nothing, a returning Veteran...who decided to cash in on my campaign for the X*Crown Championship....now that I think back, I don't know why I fell for it...but at least I can say...me and that ungrateful bitch are through. Going against my every decision, and picking the opposite side in the war....I could stand for that...but using me...no chance in hell, little bitch...
Spike begins to place some of his clothes into the locker, hanging up some black band t-shirts, and a couple of pairs of cut-off's. He giggles to himself a little.
Spike: Speaking of little bitches...I checked the Card for Slam. Looks like I've been booked in my debut match, against non other than The Xtreme One, one of the two men who felt the impact of Spike Kane's prescence last night at Timebomb. Now don't get me wrong, it was not onprovoked....you see, myself and Jack we go way back, wayer back than people would ever know. He asked me to watch his back, and I did. I don't really care much for Jay Williams, never really had much to do with him, just watched him float about...as for his..."Teacher" well...the history between us is very very brutal. Very Xtreme I guess I could say, but you'll probably disagree won't you TXO? Don't worry, I'm used to it...I'm used to kids trying to tell me what Xtreme is and how I'm just a Hardcore wrestler that can't cut it anymore. However, I'll have you know...that I CREATED Xtreme.
Spike pulls something out of his bag now, it's a bottle of beer. Spike cracks the top off the edge of the locker and the lid flies off, Spike then takes a sip of that glorious beer known as Budweiser.
Spike: Don't worry TXO, I'm already anticipating your response. How I'm not good enough, how I don't put my body through enough pain to be xtreme, how I don't fling myself uselessly through the air...I've done all that TXO. I've paid my dues in backyard federations, thats where I come from...the humble backyard wrestling scene...of Birmingham, England. But don't mistake that...I'm not British, no...I'm full blooded Irish amigo, don't forget that..because us Irish, we're known for our tendancy to..well, lose our tempers and fighting...well...we love that. But thats not why I'm xtreme. No, allow me to explain Mr One. I began to wrestle in this business eleven years ago...in the Summer of 1996. I stepped into the ring and was finally being paid a decent wage, but around this time...there was no such thing as "xtreme" or even "extreme" there were Hardcore wrestlers, such as myself, and Luchadores, who embody what a lot of you inexperienced fools THINK xtreme is...but you see, I could fly through the air, I still can...I'm physically...phenomenal. But I was first and foremost a grappler. You see, I loved to use suplexes...hence how I came up with my Spike Impailer...but I'm not technical master, yes I can wrestler, I can outwrestle many a man, and I can make people submit with my patented anklelock...which may I add I was using before the craze that Kurt-I'm a bald fat loser-Angle started. I was a fan of the greats, the proper psychos...Raven, Ken Shamrock, The Sheik...they inspired me...and truth be told...I wasn't exactly all there....
Spike takes another big swig of his beer as he sits down on the bench making himself comfortable, revealing at last what t-shirt he's wearing today, it's black with a crazy ass design on it and the words: "World Under Blood" Spike sits grinning.
Spike: In it's simplest form, Xtreme is simply a Hardcore wrestler and a luchadore mixed together, but not fighting as an opener, a curtain jerker, or fighting in dark matches...but main eventing, stealing the show, leaving the mindless flock that follow this business awestruck...and that TXO, is what I do on a nightly basis. I walk in, sell out the arena...kick ten shades of shit out of my opponent, and walk out. Knowing my business is done, knowing that for one more day I am the king of the world. Knowing that I am the GOD of Xtreme. LAst night on Slam you tried to injure Reckless Jack. As of right now we're not too sure on Jack's condition, but one thing is for sure...oyu lost yourselves them Tag Team Championships...so I can imagine your pretty angry and maybe even upset...but trust me TXO, it won't mean anything when you step into the ring with me on Sunday. If you thought the beating I gave you last night was anything...prepare to be amazed son, for I am The Spiked One....and nobody can call themselves Xtreme, without getting through me...and TXO...I have a point to prove, you son..will be the poor soul that is used to make that point. Enjoy this week TXO, because it may be the last time your fully capable of doing so...
Spike kicks the door closed as he takes another hit from his beer. The door slams inches away from the camera screen and then the scene fades on the name inscribed on the lockeroom door: Spike Kane.