Post by spikekane on Apr 6, 2009 7:31:06 GMT -5
Deliver Us From Evil
Part 1
Part 1
Does Evil exist? Many have said in the past that money is the root of all evil, others have said that it is not money that is evil, but those who choose it over innocent life.
Does Evil exist?
Evil can be taken as what a single person believes. Some believe that certain religions are Evil. The Muslims believe that all non-believers the “infidels” should be killed, in-fact their holy scripture says just that. The Christian Holy Bible says to stone homosexuals, does this mean that they are Evil?
Evil changes on a regular basis, it shifts it's face and form through time. I remember when I was a kid the British Army were labelled as evil by my Irish family and friends, and I believed them with such a furry that I would spit at a British Soldier if I ever saw one. Then when tragedy struck and I was sent to the orphanage in England it was the Irish who were painted as Evil, the IRA. The Irish Republican Army, men who simply fought for their country, for their right to be free had become evil, just like that.
I've come across people who have claimed to be evil many times in the past, I have come across those who claim to be good and righteous, I have also come across several people who claimed to offer salvation, like they could save me. Steve Anderson is now one of these people, lumped in with the rest of the unimaginative, unoriginal beings who have all fallen at my hand. I may be considered Evil to some people, to others I may be considered Good. But me?
I don't care.
Do I believe in God? No...
Do I follow a religion? No...
The only thing I “worship” is chaos. It is said there are gods of chaos, just like I am the God of Xtreme. Four gods of chaos......Khorne, Nurgle, Slaanesh and Tzeentch these are the only “Gods” I believe in....because they deliver on their promises. Long ago, when I was alone, my mind torn to pieces they reached out and spoke to me...one in particular....Khorne, the Blood God. He knew me first for blood rivalled his own, my distinct ability to create chaos attracted him, and in exchange for distributing chaos and claiming blood in his name he offered me fame, fortune, and all the gold I could dream of.
Here I am, thirteen years later. Thirteen whole years since I stepped foot in World Dangerous Wrestling....I am the pinnacle of wrestling. I have captured more championships than any other many alive or dead. But my sites are now set here in the KWF. Gold is a desire for some, it is a dream for others....but it is a right for me. The only thing standing in my way of reaching out for that gold is Steve Anderson, or as I like to call him Diet Angel. But...I guess you'd have to know who Angel was to make sense of that, I'm not going to tell you, because I don't care instead....
[Last Week]
[Pictures courtesy of SpikeTV©]
We open up on a dark room lit by a mere candle in the centre of the room on a small table. A man walks in with two championship titles slung over his shoulder. Suddenly he flicks a switch and the lights come on, he blows the candle out. It is Spike Kane, he has the nMw Tag Team and I.C. Titles over his shoulders.
Spike: God dammit, they are so stingy around here trying to cut down on the electric bill. Must be all that cash their throwing at Davey Boone to play favourites and stroke some c*cks. Damn.....I need to crap...
Spike looks around worried and we notice we are in the nMw Hall of Fame room, Spike panics as he looks around and finds a small toilet under the large picture of Davey Boone. He pulls down his pants in a way that you can't see anything and begins to crap.
Spike: Aww....aww man....damn that's good. Just the site of Boone and TXO in the Hall of Fame turns my stomach, seeing my face next to these....ugh...Bane is the only deserving member....
Spike talks over noises of farts and crapping and such. He then looks to the toilet roll holder....IT'S EMPTY! The look of horror on Spike's face is priceless.
Spike: …...........crap.
As if a light bulb flicks on above Spike's head he smirks, he reaches up in front of him and grabs the canopy of Davey Boone and pulls it down,before he begins to rip it up and use it as toilet roll. He sighs relieved as he wipes.
Spike: Ha ha....I knew that douche bag would be useful for something ha ha ha!
Spike flushes etc. then walks back into the nMw Hall of Fame room and looks up at the large canopies of the wrestlers there, Adam Knite, Gib, Punisher, Boone, Mac Bane, TXO an himself. He shakes his head.
Spike: Gib and Bane are the only one's that deserve to be up there.....not even I deserve it.
Spike looks to the titles on his shoulders and places them on the table that housed the candle. He then pulls something from his back pocket, paper.
Spike: Davey Boone thinks he is funny by screwing me out of my gold and firing me from nMw, well then he's in for a great shock. I'm taking this gold with me, and they'll have to use replicas because I earned this gold with blood sweet and tears, and I'm not going to let that c*ck riding, overweight, selfish piece of sh*t take anything away from me....
Spike unfolds his paper, it's his KWF Contract!! Spike folds it out over the Tag and I.C. Titles he smirks as he signs his name on the contract. He folds it back up and lifts the titles up before throwing them into a duffel bag on the floor already full of championship gold. He turns and shakes his head one last time.
Spike: I worked my ass off for you....and you spat everything back at me. Right now, I couldn't care less if you were raped to death by rabies infected monkeys....
[CUT TO PRESENT DAY]
Spike sits on a simple chair, a large KWF backdrop behind him with the new KWF logo.
Spike: This week I will unofficially make my debut in King Wrestling Federation. Yeah the name sucks, but what can you do when the supposed “big” federations shit all over their supposed legends. I don't care for labels, for positions on the card or the federation itself. I have always worked for everything I've achieved, from EBCWF, to XHF, to nCw, to nMw. Nothing has EVER been handed to me. I've fought, scrapped, and bled to become the man that I am today. You can call me a legend, you can call me a douche, I couldn't give a rats ass. I am Spike Kane, the God of Xtreme....I will destroy anybody that gets in my way, whether it's intentional or not. So Steve Anderson take notice, listen and pay attention...
Spike climbs to his feet he glares at the camera with a sick, twisted look on his face.
Spike: I'm sick and tired of pathetic fools like you coming into federations every two weeks claiming how your going to save everybody. How the world is rotten and you are the only one who can prevent us from destroying ourselves. Like the recent trend in Hollywood movies it's stale! Old! And Boring! Wake the f*ck up Anderson, this isn't Hollywood, I'm not going to stand here in a suit with shades on and call you....Mr Anderson.....no, f*ck that crap. Your not “The One” your not “Neo” your not a god damn “Saviour” either. You are simply one thing....the next person to fall by the hands of a true god...
by the hands of...
THE SPIKED ONE!
Fade on sinister laughing.
End.