Violence Flavour.

[INFINITE PRO.]

I’m not here to be someone else’s enforcer, I’m not here to be used as a tool to intimidate, to be used as a source of punishment for members of the IPW Roster who don’t bow and do what they are told.

Not unless y’know, we’re being paid for it of course - that’s a whole different Chaos Theory.

…but honestly? Four foot nothing, a buck twenty five? Is someone having a laugh, or taking the piss? Because quite frankly….I don’t see any outcome here besides a lengthy and expensive hospital trip for dear little Savannah Andrews.

Although, I have to say.

Your penchant for violence has me blushing like a high schooler Sav. A woman after my heart. For such a ball of chaos and violence to come in such a small package, well, I’d say it’s shocking but I’ve been hanging around with a talking three foot red panda who can read minds…so ... .I dunno, nothing seems to shock me anymore.

Jason Long using me as some kind of threat is new though

He hasn’t really said much to me since I crushed him on the GUN Show when he accepted my open invitation, so there’s no love lost between us. In fact, I’m not even going to blow my own trumpet….Long is using me to hurt you, for whatever reason…

You should realise that if Jason Long is booking you against me? It’s for a reason, and that reason isn’t to push you, that reason isn’t to highlight your talent, or your abilities. Hell it’s not even to market you, and try and push some merch sales, it’s not even the case of putting a rookie with a legend…because yes, to me, you’re still a rookie…

The reason is really quite simple.

Pain.

I’m looking forward to exchanging recipes with you in the middle of the ring for the most delicious types of pain.

~~~

The sound of the sea not too far away brings us down to what looks like a newly built cottage, on the outskirts of Belfast, more towards the coast itself. Outside said cottage, sits Spike Kane, a nice cold Guinness in his hands.

PRICE: Yo, this ain’t gonna cut it Mikey.

PRICE emerges from inside the cottage.

Spike: What do you mean? It’s a central(ish) location for IPW Shows, and it’s down the road from where I grew up. We can stay here while we rep Chaos Theory.

Spike looks a little concerned but PRICE just smirks.

PRICE: No no…that “fridge” is not going to be big enough to get us through.

Spike: Oh that!

Spike rises from his chair and reaches inside the cottage, pulling a switch. The small well in the garden begins to shift, and opens up a staircase down to a cooled area filled with wine, mead, whiskey, rum, and all sorts of alcoholic beverages.

Spike: Don’t worry I got this rolling dock down there too….we’re good.

PRICE just kinda pushes past Spike, and heads for the rum.

PRICE: We could just stay here my man.

Spike: Or we could kick ten shades of shit out everyone in the tag team division?

PRICE: but rum…

Spike: Rum and violence?.

PRICE: Sold!

Spike: Drink up, be merry, and know that when it’s time to throw down? I’ll throw everything I have, because I know you’ve got my back, and I’ve got yours.

PRICE: That is a dangerous proposition for everyone else.

Spike smirks, as he grabs a bottle of mead from the shelf for himself.

Spike: …it’s only the beginning.

Cut.

~~~

I’ve never been the kind of person to dismiss someone's career, especially if they are new to a company, or whatever the fuck we call Network federations, because in the past I’ve had my career just dismissed the moment I walk in the door, because I’m new….

Well just like you Sav, I’m not new.

I like to learn about my opponents, like to watch tapes, previous matches, the way you promo ... .how you speak says just as much as what you speak, unfortunately my opponents don’t like to do their research on me, I’m not sure why, because quite frankly? There is more than enough source material out there, allow me to save you some time Sav, the rest of IPW too.

I am Spike Kane.

I am the God of Xtreme.

I am the Blood God.

I am a sixteen time world champion.

I am a four time Hall of Fame inductee.

I have crucified men live on television.

I have put my own son in the hospital, live on television.

I have conquered every federation I have stepped foot in, and I rise to the top, no matter where I go, no matter where I end up, I don’t just slot in anywhere, I carve my own brutal and bloody path…in another time Savannah, I’d probably be recruiting you to Chaos Theory, but not right now, not this time. You see, Jason Long knows exactly who he is throwing in your path…

He has felt the Blood God’s Wrath.

I’m not someone to fuck with, and I just want you to know that going into this match.

I don’t give a fuck about Long, I don’t give a fuck about you. If anyone wants to get anywhere near that ring come Ascendancy and get in my business, you’ll all meet the same fate. I will put you down and laugh. I will enjoy every fucking moment of it. I’ve been doing this for two and half decades, and I am the best at what I do.

…and what I do ain’t nice.

Put me down if you can Sav, but I promise you this now ... .you're going to HAVE to put me down to walk out of this match, and to make that point clear?

I’ve died in that ring before.

That’s what it will take to beat me.