Thrive on Chaos (Pt2) [Royal Crown]

[Spike Kane]

Continued…

Spike is no longer seated, he is standing staring at his conspiracy wall, the pictures of El Rey and Johnny Five have big red X’s through it, looking like some Days of Future Past wall, but the pictures of Alastor Touchdown, and Cross Recoba remain vivid. Spike throws the dart once more, and it lands in Recoba’s forehead.

Heh…

The first Openweight Champion. How you somehow found yourself in that role Cross, I’ll never know. There must have been some money passing hands backstage or something, because honestly? You’ve barely even been a footnote in the short history of IPW. Then that tends to be a problem with a lot of “first ever” champions. You shoot your shot, win the belt, and then have nothing left to give. How you’re even in the title picture is beyond me, because from my point of view? From a fan's point of view?

You’ve brought absolutely nothing to the table.

You beat (totally not Brad) Reckless Jack in the main event of our first ever show, but is that even close to something to brag about? That’s like stepping in shit and being proud of the fact. You were handed weak opponent, after weak opponent, and in your very first defence you lost the title…

Some champion that is.

You’re not here to raise anyone, or anything up. You just simply wanted your name in the history books, like some basement dwelling incel who just wants to be “First!” and actually contribute absolutely nothing to the business, to this company. You’re not even a vulture, you’re worse than that, and the worst thing is? You still think you’re relevant.

You still think people give a shit about you.

Newsflash, they don’t. Like I said, the Tag Team Division set this company on fire, and while you were fiddling around with your dick, we’ve been knocking out matches of the night, producing the best moments this company has seen so far…and besides our world title match at Night of Champions? Nothing comes close. So yeah Cross, I’m not even looking passed you, I’m looking right through you, because you’re all but a non-factor in this. You had your chance, the spotlight was shining right on you, the stage was all yours.

You fucked it up.

Now it’s time to see what a real champion can do, time to see what someone who understands what this business is, what a championship means, and what being a champion means. I’m prepared to take that step, I’m prepared to put you in the ground just to have my hand raised…

He slowly walks away from the wall, picking up a dagger off the table, he turns back and slams it into the wall, right between the eyes of the picture of Alastor Touchdown. For a moment Spike simply stares at it with anger.

Alastor…

I can’t help but think I am at least a little responsible for you having the gold around your waste. My own hubris led to you gaining the gold. I can own up to my mistakes, I can own up to my losses, despite the words that leave my mouth?

You and your partner have had my number since day one.

Thing is, it’s understandable. You see, there are literally thousands of hours of footage of yours truly doing his thing. Yours truly conquering federation after federation, championship after championship. So being a student of the game, there’s more than enough homework for you to do. I’ve always been a supporter of doing research on your opponents, it’s about time someone actually fucking listened.

Thing is, it’s my fault for underestimating you.

I spent years telling people not to underestimate me, and thrived off of them doing exactly that. People look at me, and they just see a chair swinging idiot. They think I’m a one trick pony, this isn’t a new development - and it hasn’t stopped. Half the IPW Roster, and the vast majority of the XHF Network think I’m nothing without a weapon in my hand, yet they fail to realise I’ve been putting people down without weapons for decades.

Decades.

I empathise with you Ally, I really do. I remember coming up thinking I was hot shit and everybody and anybody talking shit about me, playing down my talents and my potential. I did the same to you, and I learned my lesson pretty quickly. Just because you look like a moron, just because you act like an idiot, doesn’t mean you are…

You’re incredibly talented, that cannot be denied.

I am a living legend.

I didn’t come to IPW because it was the only place that would give me a job. I didn’t come to IPW because “Unc” was running it, and I knew I’d get the push. I didn’t come to IPW for anything other than finally teaming with my old protege slash enemy, PRICE. We wanted to earn our way towards an XHF Tag Team shot, and now? Well now we’re all caught up in the drama aren’t we? We’re all caught up in the dumpster fire started by the Jamrockers…

Now I’m lining up to take that championship away from you.

You might have had my number in the past Ally, but my focus has well and truly shifted. I wanted to have fun, but now it seems I need to teach a whole new year group a lesson. You can play down my past if you like, it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. It doesn’t mean that I’m not capable - and willing - to end your fucking career.

Because you’ve already given enough reasons.

I’m leaving with that belt Alastor, one way or another. I’m going to show you all, who Spike Kane really is, and when you’re all laying there, bleeding, aching, broken…you’ll remember that I am the one and only God of Xtreme.

All Bloody Hail!

With that, he takes a lighter to the wall, and the pictures go up in flames.