THE KING OF BRUTALITY? |
June 13th. The GWF has returned to television. The arena has a new look as the fans fill their seats and gather around the television to see the GWF superstars put their heart, body and soul on the line to entertain them each week. Tonight however one man fights for a different goal in mind. Tonight he has the opportunity to take what he believed was pre written in his "royal" destiny for him to have . The opportunity to prove he is the definition of the word.... HARDCORE! Tonight he steps into the ring in the match that will pit a legend in the making against the self proclaimed King Of The Universe in a winner takes all bout. Ironically they hate each other but their qualities are similar. They both lust for the gold. It feeds their hunger and keeps them going strong. Their only weakness is wanting more and more of it, And when that lust for gold consumes either man......It will be his downfall. Scene: GWF St. Paul, MN Arena Day: Friday, January 9th Time: 8:15 PM The cameras follow Spyke around to the back stage entrance ramp area where the lights dim and the arena becomes covered in darkness. My Way starts to play as the titantron starts up. Spyke makes his way to the stage and stands with his head down to the ground. 
Pyro shoots up from both sides of his body and engulfs him. It clears and out from the smoke steps Spyke. He makes his way down the ramp and walks up the ring stairs. He looks left and right and raises his arms high into the air while standing on the apron. As his hands reach above his head pyro shoots up directly behind him. He then enters the ring and poses on the top rope. A mic is set at the side of the ring apron for him to pick up. Spyke picks the mic up and walks around with a huge smile.
[|]Spyke[|]
So this is it......The big moment.....How many months has it been? heh....Doesn’t matter anymore. The time is here and the moment is now. In a matter of moments I'll walk down that ramp once again. They don't like me? I couldn't care less. They boo me? Like I care. I'm not here to win over their hearts and have them love me. This whole thing, It's a game and just like any other game the goal is to win. That's what I'm gonna go down to the ring and do. Beat every last breath out of that reptile looking 5'9" waste of monkey sperm and take what is rightfully mine. Honestly....who in the whole GWF honestly thinks they come more hardcore than me? ME? I mean I don't blame him. I wouldn't want to get into the ring with me either.
I mean look at me. I’m at the top of my game, in top physical shape. Nobody can touch me in this sport. When God created man I was the poster boy of greatness and when the devil brought hardcore destruction on the world he made me man to deliver the pain. Tonight I face Outsider in the match that was made for me. The debut match of the next generation superstar and I was gonna come out here and talk about my past and how many accomplishments I had but Outsider already came out here talking about he's gonna come out and how he's gonna come back to kick ass. Well rumor around the back is the only thing that gets beaten and jerked around by Outsider is his "meat". The guy walks around like he owns the world. I mean you walk around like you’re the biggest and best around here. They say I’m a cocky bastard but you are by far the most conceited jackass I have ever seen. It's like you came here and stormed straight to the ring with out checking on your opponents stats. I am the most decorated wrestler in this company today. You think you can mess with me? I’m Mr. Unfuckwitable[1] . You can’t touch me, not in a million years. You'll die, come back as a shoe shine boy and not even be good enough to wash my sweaty after match boxers. You’re washed up and no one wants you around anymore. To you this is just a match but to me this is a lifestyle. Your coming into my world....my universe and when you go up against the king it's like messing with a sharp object you'll get a fatal wound. So Outsider....You might wanna change what you said earlier about winning the match and going on to face Anavirn and beating him too.
Spyke clears his throat as the crowd boos.
[|]Spyke[|]
You people see me as a stupid jobber. You think that I have shown up here with no experience, just a dream and hopes to one day become the greatest. I assure you that in my career I have faced those who believed they were the best and I have taken them all down with each encounter. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m God. I am far from being unstoppable. I have gotten my ass handed to me but the way I see it now is that I have wised up. I learned as you might say “the tricks of the trade” and I now know how to listen and study my opponents. I’m not your average big mouth jobber. You look at me and because many of you have never heard or seen me you believe that because Outsider has been here before me that he has the upper hand against me. Well how pathetic and practical. You could never understand…..
The crowd cuts Spyke off as their negative response towards him dominate the arena. He awaits their silence and continues once again.
[|]Spyke[|]
It really is quite amusing to me. Outsider, You speak with such fear in your voice. You’re already disappointed and confused as to why Pat beat you. I see it in your eyes. I hear it in your voice. Your time is numbered. In just several more minutes our match will be televised in front of thousands, maybe even millions. Your family members included. The thing is your fear weakens you and that works in my favor because it will assure that I will the dominant one in our match up. You fear that another loss will give you a two and O on your card. Heh, you plan to leave here with two and O don’t you? I see that happening….Indeed I do….I see you leaving with another 2 losses tonight and proving to your pathetic drunkard followers that I you are what I know you are and always be…..A FUCKING PATHETIC LOSER! You think Dante is doing you a favor? You must be a bigger jackass than I took you for.
The fans erupt into a frenzy of disapproval towards Spyke. A few even begin to throw objects in the ring. Spyke catches a box of popcorn aimed at his head and eats a few.
[|]Spyke[|]
Needs more salt…..But anyways, OUTSIDER! Remember my words. It is what all my opponents hear right after they make the mistake of getting in my face and it goes a little something like this…..Don’t Fuck With Sharp Objects, Cuz If You Do…
SPYKE WILL HURT YOU!
Spyke drops the mic and raises his arms high as My Way plays.
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