Post by Spike Kane on May 27, 2007 15:52:35 GMT -5
The scene opens up backstage, right at the front of the arena actually. The doors open up and a Security Guard steps forwards to greet the person who's just stepped through. The man has long scruffy hair, donning a flannel shirt, with a duffel bag over his shoulder. He's wearing cut-off denim shorts and big black military boots. With a gnarly beard the man nods to the security guard.
Guard: Hello Sir, can I help you at all?
Spike looks a little bit confused as he looks up at the man, dropping his duffel bag to the floor. He turns his head to the side as he speaks.
Spike: "Er..Yeah. I'm Spike Kane, I was asked to come here to day to finalize my paperwork to transfer to the WCF.
Guard: You are aware that their is a pay-per-view event tonight sir?
Spike: No shit sherlock. Look, I'm the undefeated XHF Champion, now I've come out here in my own time to get this contract sorted out. I'm not exactly the most tolerable kind of guy....and I kinda have a ...slight anger problem...so if you don't mind...will you tell me where the fuck to go, so I can get the fuck out of this dump!
The Guard steps up to Spike drawing himself up to his full size. Spike does the same, and cracks his neck, getting ready for a rumble, but before either of them can say anything somebody comes running over.
? - Mr Kane? Mr Spike Kane?
Spike turns to the guy and nods his head.
Spike: Yeah, thats my name kid...
? - Mr Seth sent me to escort you, incase you came across any trouble...I just got...delayed...at...the...vending...machine...
Spike: You know got your hand stuck didn't you?
The poor kid looks terrified at Spike's reaction. Spike shakes his head and lifts up his duffel bag, before the Guard places his hand infront of Spike.
Guard: Wait a minute...your Spike Kane, from the XHF right? ....don't you have a show tonight?
Spike: Well I did...Mary, untill I left that pithole...for this shithole....
The Guard looks like he wants to slap Spike for insulting the WCF. Spike simply shakes his head and follows Vending Machine Boy.
Spike: I swear to God Kid, Seth best pull his god damn fingers out of his ass, else I'll be walking out of this place quicker than Lucy Wallace gives off STD's.
VMB: He would have come to meet you himself, but he's been pretty busy tonight, it is pay-per-view night after all.
Spike: So everybody keeps saying...[/font]
Vending Machine Boy leads Spike down a few corridors, spike of course taking in his surroundings as he does so. He spots pictures on the walls of current and past WCF Superstars, and he stops upon one Reckless Jack. Vending Machine Boy walks off quite a bit, before realising Spike had stopped and runs back to him.
Spike: So...this is where Jacky boy came from. How strange, after all this time...I end up in one of the places he was in beforehand...
VMB: Not beforehand...well ok, he was..but he's here again now.
Spike's eyebrows raise and a smirk spreads across his face. He runs a hand through his hair and then across his goatee beard. He turns to the kid agaon.
Spike: Well that explains a lot...ok kid...MUSH!
Spike motions the cracking of a whip and begins to follow VMB as he leads him to Seth's office. Spike stands outside Seth's office and slips the XHF Championship from within his bag and places it over his shoulder before knocking on the door and entering. The camera doesn't follow however...
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
The door opens again and outsteps Spike Kane. He has a big grin on his face, he steps outside the office and closes the door, cracking his neck. He looks to VMB who sat and waited for him.
VMB: Take it that it went well?
Spike: Oh yeah kid. WCF just got itself a ratings drawer, a major attraction...championship material...in that, of Spike Kane, the God of Xtreme! The Undefeated XHF Champion!
The two slap high fives as Spike begins to walk off back towards the entrance. Vending Machinge Boy follows him and Spike manages to find his own way back to the main entrance, moving up to the security desk. He bangs hard and the guard comes out from a room in the back, looking annoyed to see Spike Kane.
Guard: What do you want?
Spike: It's "what do you want...sir"
The Guard looks like he's gonna punch Spike, but VMB waves franticly in the background.
Spike: Hey Mary...get me a bin will ya..
The guard gruntles and pulls up a waste bin, placing it on top the bin, Spike pulls out a small bottle of lighter fluid. The Guard looks horrified, VMB just steps back confused. Spike empties the liquid into the bin. He then cracks his neck...the guard looks at Spike as if he's crazy, VMB is ready to run. Spike slides the XHF Championship off his shoulder and into the bin...
Guard: ARE YOU MAD!!
Spike grins at the Guard with a grin that reveals more about Spike's sanity than anything else could have done. Spike winks at the guard as he pulls out some matches. He quickly strokes the matches and they catch fire, before he drops them into the bin. The flames errupt around the XHF Championship inside the bin. The Guard runs off into the back, presumably to get an extinguisher, VMB just runs off scared. Through the flames we see Spike's face, twisted into a grin of insanity and sadism. He talks at the camera.
Spike: Wrestling Championship Federation....it's time...enter, the God of Xtreme!
Spike blows into the fire and smoke fills up the screen, all black and swillowy, we cannot see anything. After a minute or two the smoke clears a little and Spike Kane, is gone. The camera pans out....and focuses on the XHF Championship burining.....
Guard: Hello Sir, can I help you at all?
Spike looks a little bit confused as he looks up at the man, dropping his duffel bag to the floor. He turns his head to the side as he speaks.
Spike: "Er..Yeah. I'm Spike Kane, I was asked to come here to day to finalize my paperwork to transfer to the WCF.
Guard: You are aware that their is a pay-per-view event tonight sir?
Spike: No shit sherlock. Look, I'm the undefeated XHF Champion, now I've come out here in my own time to get this contract sorted out. I'm not exactly the most tolerable kind of guy....and I kinda have a ...slight anger problem...so if you don't mind...will you tell me where the fuck to go, so I can get the fuck out of this dump!
The Guard steps up to Spike drawing himself up to his full size. Spike does the same, and cracks his neck, getting ready for a rumble, but before either of them can say anything somebody comes running over.
? - Mr Kane? Mr Spike Kane?
Spike turns to the guy and nods his head.
Spike: Yeah, thats my name kid...
? - Mr Seth sent me to escort you, incase you came across any trouble...I just got...delayed...at...the...vending...machine...
Spike: You know got your hand stuck didn't you?
The poor kid looks terrified at Spike's reaction. Spike shakes his head and lifts up his duffel bag, before the Guard places his hand infront of Spike.
Guard: Wait a minute...your Spike Kane, from the XHF right? ....don't you have a show tonight?
Spike: Well I did...Mary, untill I left that pithole...for this shithole....
The Guard looks like he wants to slap Spike for insulting the WCF. Spike simply shakes his head and follows Vending Machine Boy.
Spike: I swear to God Kid, Seth best pull his god damn fingers out of his ass, else I'll be walking out of this place quicker than Lucy Wallace gives off STD's.
VMB: He would have come to meet you himself, but he's been pretty busy tonight, it is pay-per-view night after all.
Spike: So everybody keeps saying...[/font]
Vending Machine Boy leads Spike down a few corridors, spike of course taking in his surroundings as he does so. He spots pictures on the walls of current and past WCF Superstars, and he stops upon one Reckless Jack. Vending Machine Boy walks off quite a bit, before realising Spike had stopped and runs back to him.
Spike: So...this is where Jacky boy came from. How strange, after all this time...I end up in one of the places he was in beforehand...
VMB: Not beforehand...well ok, he was..but he's here again now.
Spike's eyebrows raise and a smirk spreads across his face. He runs a hand through his hair and then across his goatee beard. He turns to the kid agaon.
Spike: Well that explains a lot...ok kid...MUSH!
Spike motions the cracking of a whip and begins to follow VMB as he leads him to Seth's office. Spike stands outside Seth's office and slips the XHF Championship from within his bag and places it over his shoulder before knocking on the door and entering. The camera doesn't follow however...
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
The door opens again and outsteps Spike Kane. He has a big grin on his face, he steps outside the office and closes the door, cracking his neck. He looks to VMB who sat and waited for him.
VMB: Take it that it went well?
Spike: Oh yeah kid. WCF just got itself a ratings drawer, a major attraction...championship material...in that, of Spike Kane, the God of Xtreme! The Undefeated XHF Champion!
The two slap high fives as Spike begins to walk off back towards the entrance. Vending Machinge Boy follows him and Spike manages to find his own way back to the main entrance, moving up to the security desk. He bangs hard and the guard comes out from a room in the back, looking annoyed to see Spike Kane.
Guard: What do you want?
Spike: It's "what do you want...sir"
The Guard looks like he's gonna punch Spike, but VMB waves franticly in the background.
Spike: Hey Mary...get me a bin will ya..
The guard gruntles and pulls up a waste bin, placing it on top the bin, Spike pulls out a small bottle of lighter fluid. The Guard looks horrified, VMB just steps back confused. Spike empties the liquid into the bin. He then cracks his neck...the guard looks at Spike as if he's crazy, VMB is ready to run. Spike slides the XHF Championship off his shoulder and into the bin...
Guard: ARE YOU MAD!!
Spike grins at the Guard with a grin that reveals more about Spike's sanity than anything else could have done. Spike winks at the guard as he pulls out some matches. He quickly strokes the matches and they catch fire, before he drops them into the bin. The flames errupt around the XHF Championship inside the bin. The Guard runs off into the back, presumably to get an extinguisher, VMB just runs off scared. Through the flames we see Spike's face, twisted into a grin of insanity and sadism. He talks at the camera.
Spike: Wrestling Championship Federation....it's time...enter, the God of Xtreme!
Spike blows into the fire and smoke fills up the screen, all black and swillowy, we cannot see anything. After a minute or two the smoke clears a little and Spike Kane, is gone. The camera pans out....and focuses on the XHF Championship burining.....