Murder He Wrote.

[INFINITE PRO.]

Have you ever seen a face as punchable as El Rey’s?

No seriously.

While I admit there are people higher on my list of “people who need their heads kicked in” but that being said, my dear El Rey, this is really long overdue isn’t it? Ever since you did what you needed to do to cling onto that X*Crown Championship, to prevent me from ripping it from your lifeless corpse….I applauded you after the fact, fuck, how couldn’t I? You outsmarted me…

That doesn’t happen very often.

Yet here we are again, son of a GUN, or more likely, son of a bitch.

I have every intention of punching that face over, and over, and over, until they have to drag me off of you, because damn kid….if you thought I was pissed off before? If you thought I was angry at you before? If you thought you were stepping into the ring with a monster back then?

…well you have no fucking clue what is coming your way.

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Post Adrenaline - Chaos Theory locker room.

Spike: I’m going to kill him…

He has an ice pack on his head, as he stares at a TV screen that highlights the upcoming El Rey vs Spike Kane match.

PRICE: I mean…

Spike: I know, I should have done it already.

PRICE: He’s getting in the way of us murdering the tag division.

Spike: …we’re not just gonna murder the tag division.

He smirks now turning to PRICE.

PRICE: Oh bet. Everyone in the way is gonna start feeling it.

Spike: It starts with El Rey…once and for all.

PRICE: He really got under your skin, huh?

With a grunt Spike rises to his feet, spotting the camera, he approaches it.

Spike: I’m gonna fucking kill him.

The camera suddenly dies.

—

I’m not a fan of clichés honestly, despite the fact I’m often a walking cliché. The thing is though, kid, if you honestly think you’ve met the real Spike Kane? You’re deluded. You see, when the right buttons are pressed? I can steam roll right through anyone. I guess a part of me has been lost ever since my time in FIRESIDE came to an unceremonious end…

Drifting.

See last year, I had a set goal. A target, claim the X*Crown, claim my freedom, I did that! Then, I guess, just like my stupid little brother, I was free….but had nowhere to go. No family to turn to, no friends outside the BANG! Bros, and now my boy PRICE….

I was coasting.

Now? Now ...well, besides wanting to absolutely annihilate the Jamrockers, I have a new goal El Rey ... .and that goal may well include capturing the IPW National Openweight Championship….it may do indeed, but more important than that?

Stopping you from winning it.

Now, don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean I don’t have every intention of taking that gold from Alastor, because trust me, that would just make my day, ruin that pricks reign, but before I can get there I have another little shit in my way. Now, you seem to think that because you said “I want a shot” you get to jump to the front of the line, and screw anyone else. Seems like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it? For someone trying to get out from his old mans shadow, you sure do seem to act a lot like him. Venom was never a friend of mine, he never liked me, never appreciated me….seems like you at least appreciate my “ability” but you still don’t really understand who the fuck I am. You still don’t understand what makes me work…you think pissing me off is going to make things easier? You think attacking me with a chair is going to weaken me?

Bitch please.

Countless people have tried to put me down, even here in the XHF, whether it’s Grimgor or Thespian, the Jamrockers, the other Pillars, they’ve all done their best to put me down for good, but here I am. I don’t stop kid, I don’t quit, I just keep on going. For fuck sake, I died in the middle of the ring! I had my head caved in, and my heart stopped…

…yet here I am.

Funny thing, see, everyone seems to remember that ‘Ol Spike Kane was Hell’s most infamous torturer… but they forget that before that? Before I died in the middle of a wrestling ring? Before I gave my life for my art? I fought God…not a God, not someone claiming to be a God, but as far as Christian beliefs go? THE God..

I was the host to an archangel.

Not just any, but Michael, the angel who slew Lucifer….funny, considering now that I’m free? Nobody can seem to find good old Lucy, especially Dylan….but then, he doesn’t know what I know, in fact none of you do.

I’ve beaten God.

I’ve beaten the Devil.

You can bet your sweet ass I’m going to be adding El Rey to that list after Adrenaline…but just beating you won’t be enough El Rey, no no no….I’m not going to stop. I’m going to ram your head into the mat as many times as it takes, I’m going to draw blood from places you didn’t even know existed, and I’m going to unleash weeks, if not months, of frustration on your sorry ass. Like a dog with a chew toy…

I’m going to hit you like you’ve never been hit before.

Then once we’re done? If there’s anything left of you? Then you go to the back of the line, whilst I line up my shot to cripple Alastor Touchdown, and start the beginning of the end of the Jamrockers.

I’d say it’s not personal kid, but we both know it is.

Just remember that when we lock eyes, when you see the fire burning in the blackness, just know..

It’s all for you.

All.

Bloody.

Hail.