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Return to Madness
“They all want to see you fail…”
“You’re pathetic Hahaha!”
“They’re coming for you…”
Spike’s eyes slowly open in the light of the morning sun. His glassy, icy blue iris’s slowly constrict in the light as he takes his first waking breath. We slowly pan out to see he is unshaven, sporting a darker shadow on his face than usual. The dark pink rings around his eyes let us know he has not been sleeping for very long. He opens his mouth in a wide yawn that seems to last forever. Once he is finished, he starts to get out of his bed when he hears the buzzing in his ears. He clinches his eyes and covers his ears, but this only makes it louder. He opens his eyes and his vision is blurry. Wiping at his eyes, he can’t seem to shake it. Instead, he allows the haze to consume him.
”It’s like a chainsaw, isn’t it? You can’t seem to shut it off, so you just wait for it to run out of gas.”
Spike: I… I hear it whenever I sleep. I hear it whenever I am awake. It never stops. Not until… Not until I do something about it. It claws at my lizard brain, tearing my sanity into shreds.
”Embrace it!”
Spike: How can I do that? The only way it stops is if I make someone bleed. Their pain eases my own.
Spike looks around, the blur hasn’t gone away. The only thing he sees is the boy standing in front of him. His raven black hair brushed back gently, and his eyes… Oh those eyes… they stare back at his as if they are a mirrored version of his own, clear as day. The boy is dressed in a white garment and he grabs onto Spike’s face, making him focus on his eyes for that small bit of clarity.
”That is exactly my point, sir. You need to hold onto that. Use it to your advantage. Find that one thing that clears your head, and fight for it with everything you’ve got. It is worth fighting for.”
Spike nods his head slowly as he focuses on the boy’s eyes. The distorted view of everything else around him is covered in shades of red as he tries his best. He tries his best, but the laughter escaping his lips seems to help the crimson flood his vision. The diamond eyes are the only thing that stays true, but as the lunatic laughter gets louder and louder, they can’t hold out any longer. They, too, are consumed by the flood. His laughter aids the electronic buzz going on in his mind. Soon, he seems to drown in the liquid that has consumed him until it has become so dense that everything starts to go black. His laughter echoes throughout the room until it too, has drown.
”Spike? Hey bro, wake up.”
Fingers can be heard snapping, distorted as if his ears are filled with water. The snapping continues and Spike lashes out blindly. His nails dig into someone’s face and he retracts them back. The yelping sound of the person he had scratched as he feels them get off the bed. Spike’s pupils dilate just a bit, and the blur slowly fades. He looks over to see his brother, Tommy, standing by with blood trickling down his cheek. He grimaces a bit, shaking his head in disgust.
Tommy: Dude, you scratch like a little bitch…
Spike smirks a bit, not paying much attention to Tommy’s words, but rather the crimson streaming down his cheek. Spike reaches up and wipes at one of the four trickles, inspecting it as Tommy pulls back a bit.
Tommy: Dude, seriously you’re creeping me out lately. If you lick your finger, I swear I’m suing for custody of the kids.
Spike grimaces and wipes it on a nearby t-shirt. He growls a bit before throwing the covers off of himself. Tommy quickly turns his head, holding his hands in any line of vision he might have of the sight.
Tommy: You coulda told me you weren’t wearing a damn thing, man. I woulda left the room instead of having that image burned into my brain…
Spike: You’ll get over it. I’m confident of it, brother. So what was so damn urgent that you needed to wake me up?
Tommy turns back, seeing Spike has pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs and a matching muscle tee. Tommy is clearly annoyed as he slowly shakes his head from side to side. He folds his arms across his chest as he and Spike stare at each other.
Tommy: Oh, hmmm… Let me think here for a second. What on Earth could I possibly be so worried about that I had to disturb whatever fucked up dream you were having? Hmmm, what ever could it be? Oh yeah, I’ve been trying to call you for three days because I am babysitting my niece and nephew, YOUR CHILDREN, and I don’t hear anything from you! I can’t think of anything else, so yeah, that’s gotta be it…
Spike looks confused as he walks over to his phone, noticing 68 missed calls. His eyes widen in surprise until the date catches his eyes. He looks over to Tommy looking almost apologetic as he turns his phone toward Tommy. He rubs his head in a sort of panic as he steps closer to his brother.
Spike: It… it’s Thursday?! But yesterday was Sunday…
Tommy softens his expression, but his dark, angry eyes retain their fire. He gently pats Spike’s shoulders before wrapping an arm around him. He smiles sweetly as he slowly turns to face Spike, saying an a very sarcastically sweet voice,
Tommy: No, broham… Yesterday was WEDNESDAY. Four days ago, it was Sunday. Then it was Monday… then Tuesday, then Wednesday… now it’s Thursday. Might I also educate you about the other two days of the week, Friday and Saturday? See, Friday comes after today, Thursday, and Saturday…
Spike: Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m not in Kindergarten, Tommy.
Tommy: Are you sure…?
Spike: Quite sure…
Spike slowly picks Tommy’s arm up and removes it from his shoulder by dropping it down next to him. He turns around and pulls on a pair of tattered black jeans with various red plaid patches stitched on. Tommy’s annoyed look returns once again as Spike slides his plaid, pyramid studded belt through the loops. As he draws it tightly and hooks it in, he looks over to Tommy still looking confused.
Spike: I swear, when I went to sleep, it was Sunday. I’m not kidding. I just lost three days.
Tommy: I didn’t realize Kittie’s brand of crazy was contagious. I better go get vaccinated or something.
Spike: It’s not like that… I just don’t remember anything since I was at the bar after Climax Control. I remember cracking Nick Jones over the head with the Heavyweight title belt, meeting up with Casey, Jessie, and Vixen at the bar a few blocks over. I remember talking to Vixen; the two of us were posing for a few pictures with fans. I didn’t even drink except my water bottle that I kept in my pocket. I just don’t get it. I mean, I have been having problems lately, but nothing I can’t handle…
Tommy tosses Spike an NXT t-shirt that he slides over his head. Instead of sporting his usual spikes, he just ruffles the messy ones he already has and they walk out of the room. He and Tommy walk down the stairs to the living room area of Spike’s home where they continue talking.
Tommy: Still sounds like Kittie to me, brother. Are you sure this isn’t related to the fact that a certain somebody returned last week? I mean, that has to be one epic mindfuck for you.
Spike: No, honestly, as long as she stays the hell away from me, I could care less. Let her be some vampire zombie bitch Queen as long as she doesn’t come near me or MY kids.
Spike walks into the kitchen with Tommy and he begins pulling things out of the cabinet. He reaches into a box of cereal, making a mess as he shoves pieces into his mouth before switching to a bag of chips.
Tommy: You can say that all you want, Spike, but we all know that isn’t true. She hurt you and your pride. She didn’t just leave you at the altar, she embarrassed you in front of the family, the fans, and the world of wrestling. You were devastated for months about it. Hell, what she did to you won a Year End Award. That’s bad, and I’m sorry, but I’m not buying that you aren’t at least a little disturbed by it.
Spike shovels a couple chips into his mouth, chewing on them heavily before as he pours a huge bowl of cereal. He dumps milk into it and begins shoveling it in as Tommy talks. Once Tommy finishes, Spike holds up a finger as he finishes chewing and swallows.
Spike: She made her choice, Tommy. She chose to walk out on this…
Spike uses his hands to accentuate his features before taking another bite of cereal, allowing the milk to trickle down his chin in an almost Jamie-like way. Tommy looks over at Spike with a raised eyebrow.
Tommy: Yeah, who in their right mind would walk out on all you got going on right there… Look, it’s to be expected that you would be impacted by her return. And it couldn’t have helped that James Shark was on Twitter rubbing it in your face.
Spike: Seriously, I don’t care. She gave up her parental rights long before she even disappeared when she decided to avoid me and her children, and that is the only thing that bound us together after she walked out. And fuck James Shark and all of his digs because I don’t give a shit about those either. I have more important things to worry about than a homophobe parody of himself and a self absorbed, childish bitch. From here on out, my focus is on Nick Jones and the SCW Heavyweight Championship.
Tommy: Whatever. It’s just kinda funny that your weirdness creeps up the same night Misty does. But, I guess the way you and Vixen have been getting along lately…
Spike: See, this is the same shit I was talking about two weeks ago in Australia. It’s not a fucking soap opera. Who cares who I am dating, or who I’m not? It’s wrestling, not Young and the Restless.
Tommy smirks as Spike goes on his rant. He sticks his tongue out a bit and laughs. Spike drops the spoon in the half eaten bowl and tilts his head to the side questioningly. Tommy laces his fingers together and sets his elbows on the table in front of him.
Tommy: So… You are dating Vixen?
Spike: Um, no… Why does everyone keep asking me that? We’re friends, I am trying to help her along with her career, the closest we’ve ever been was for a hug.
Tommy: You did see each other’s goods though.
Spike: I’ve seen plenty of people’s goods who have seen mine in return, and that doesn’t mean I’m dating them. Things happen.
Tommy: I don’t know. A million people can’t be wrong.
Spike: Yeah, that’s what people said about Hitler and his propaganda, and we all know how “right” he was… Everybody has an opinion, I guess, no matter how wrong they might be, Tommy.
Tommy shrugs his shoulders as he watches Spike go back to his cereal. He holds his hands up in surrender before placing his palms against the table.
Tommy: Whatever then. No offense, but if people were accusing me of being with Vixen, I wouldn’t correct them. She’s pretty fuckin’ hot, bro.
Spike: Oh yeah? I didn’t think of it like that. You know who might enjoy hearing that little analogy you made? This hot babe named Desiree… Your girlfriend.
Spike flashes his cocky smile, giggling a little as Tommy’s own cocky attitude changes a bit. He tenses up a bit and laughs nervously. Spike takes another bite from his cereal before noticing that little boy in the white garb standing behind his brother. Tommy continues talking, but it fades into the background as the boy raises a butcher knife. Spike’s eyes flash the urgency and he opens his mouth to speak, but the only noise that comes out is a soft groan. Tommy isn’t paying attention as he goes on with his plea for Spike’s silence. As the light gleams off of the edge of the knife, Spike points. Tommy looks confused as he turns around, shrugging his shoulders. Spike begins sweating as his pupils dilate. He raises his hand as the boy places a finger up to his lips in a gesture to silence Spike as if it hadn’t already gone into effect. Spike lowers his fingers as he gulps. Spike watches as the boy traces the knife against his brother’s neck softly, but Tommy doesn’t notice it. Spike’s breaths turn shallow as he begins chuckling again. The boy lowers his finger from his lips and flashes an eerie smile, much like that of Spike’s. He buries the knife into Tommy’s neck, causing a fountain of crimson to spray. Spike stumbles backward, knocking the bowl of cereal onto the floor. The electronic buzzing fills his ears once more. He watches as the crimson slowly covers the floor. He leans against the counter, trying to catch his breath. He sees the splatter patterns covering the walls as the boy walks over to Spike.
Boy: Control it…[/b]
**SNAP**
Spike’s eyes dart in every which direction as fast as he possibly can. Finally, he sees Tommy standing there snapping in front of his face. When Spike doesn’t respond, Tommy smacks him across the face as hard as he can. The buzzing has disappeared Spike slowly catches his breath, struggling with it as he looks at Tommy in a panic.
Tommy: Dude, not cool freaking out in front of me like that… I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance.
Spike grabs onto Tommy’s shirt collar and pulls his brother up several inches to look into his own eyes. Tommy looks even more worried as his brown eyes widen.
Spike: I have to learn to control it, Tommy… She couldn’t do it, but I can… She wasn’t built for this battle, but I won’t self-destruct.
Tommy: Holy fuck, bro! You need to lay off the Halo Reach, buddy…
Spike: You don’t get it. Nobody does. Ohhhh, but they will. I promise you that. Ha… Haha! Hahahahahaha!
Spike pats his brother’s face before loosening his grip on his shirt. As Tommy’s heals hit the ground, Spike darts off out of the kitchen laughing maniacally. Tommy straightens out his shirt, rubbing his throat as he looks at the doorway where Spike had just went through. He shakes his head, looking quite worried himself. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and quickly dials a number. He waits for an answer.
Tommy: Yeah, hey Desiree… Looks like we need to keep the kids a little longer. Spike, ummm… He’s got the flu. Yeah, we don’t want the kids catching it. Yeah, I’ll be back home in a few. Love you too.
Tommy hangs up the phone and slides it back into his pocket. He takes a deep breath and then slowly walks through the doorway. We fade out.
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Climax Control Pre-Show
Sunday, October 21st, 2012
The camera pans around the outside, showing the fans before they enter the building. There are various signs waved in front of our view line as they scream for their favorite stars. The red, dusk sky bleeds into the night as the camera rests on the Ms Rocky Mountains, dressed in her usual attire that is reminiscent of a librarian crossed with a stripper. She smiles and nods at the camera in acknowledgement. The roaring of the crowd causes her to cover one ear as she listens in on the headset. She whispers something into it and then returns her focus to the camera. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she begins speaking.
MRM: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Climax Control Pre-Show rally where the fans get to experience the backstage action of Sin City Wrestling. We have a few interviews set to take place with the stars that rock your world… and the ones that set it on fire. The fans outside of the Tropicana Express Hotel and Casino are excited for the many matches taking place tonight, like the Roulette Championship match between Goth and Argento, the last qualifying match for the Bombshell Championship Tournament, and…
Just then, a few lights at the entrance of the venue begin flashing as a van pulls right in front of it. After waiting for a few moments, the side opens outward and a new set of lights is displayed of red and white. The audience gets excited in anticipation when their questions are quickly answered.
*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!!!*
The audience roars in acceptance as a set of steps comes out from the van. The first face that we see is that of Spike Staggs, however he quickly reaches down and accepts a feminine hand. He leads the young Jessie Salco over to the stairs and the two walks down them hand in hand. Katie and Jake Salco soon come out behind them. Spike and Jessie slowly approach the area where Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing, looking just as surprised as the rest of the audience. Jessie walks up to Ms. Rocky Mountains who extends the microphone over to her.
Jessie Salco: Tonight, Sin City Wrestling will see the New X-Tremes rise back to dominance when myself or Odette takes the final spot in the Bombshell Championship tournament you were just talking about. And our guys will rule the Main Event when Spike and Casey run over that loudmouthed Tom Dudely and that arrogant asshole Nick Jones! And…
Spike steps up to Jessie and whispers into her ear. She nods her head and then steps to the side. Spike removes his sunglasses and tucks them into his shirt as he turns back toward the camera. Ms Rocky Mountains holds the microphone up just a bit higher for Spike as he takes a deep breath.
Spike Staggs: HELLLLLLO LAUGHLIN, NEVADA! How are you guys doing tonight?
A loud cheer resounds as Spike gets the crowd pumped up a bit. He raises his arms into the air, getting them to cheer louder until it has reached the right capacity for his liking. He flashes his signature smile before slowly returning back to the camera.
Spike Staggs: Are you all ready to watch Jessie here take a step toward the Bombshell Championship? Are you ready to watch me and Casey prove exactly why we are no strangers to the Main Event slot when we take out those two ass clowns?
Spike’s grin turns just a bit sinister as the audience responds overwhelmingly to both of his questions. He stands there and nods his head for a moment before proceeding again.
Spike Staggs: Then you are in for a real treat tonight. See, these two men have made it their missions in life to put me down, piss me off, and embarrass me in front of you guys. I finally had my fill of it when I destroyed Tom in the ring two weeks ago. THEN, last week, I would have done it again if that pesky security team wouldn’t have broken it up.
Spike holds out his hands as if he were apologizing to the fans about it. They boo and Spike nods his head.
Spike Staggs: BUT TONIGHT…! I get the chance to prove to Tom exactly why he made a mistake coming out there and patronizing me. I will show him just how much of a *air quotes* LOSER I really am when I pound him into the mat once and for all. We get a fair fight to prove who the better wrestler is after all of these years. No more questions, Tom. No more bullshit!
Spike spits his words at the camera with fire in his eyes. His once charismatic smile has taken a sinister turn. His icy blue eyes stare into the camera at an upward angle as he flicks his tongue in excitement.
Spike Staggs: But what he does not realize is that the only reason he is in the Main Event is because of me. I’m the one making him relevant again. And instead of thanking me… he is talking trash like a high school girl. I am the one putting Dudelyville back on the map! And Nick Jones… Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you. How could anyone? You don’t let us forget you. You are like an annoying little blood sucking mosquito that, no matter how hard you try to smack at it, it just won’t get the hint and leave. So tonight, in preparation for High Stakes II where I am determined to strike you down like the pest that you are, I will allow you to watch as I prove my point to Tom. Just know that what I do to Tom hail in comparison for the things I have in store for you, Nick… Now, less talk and more action! See you both later tonight…
Spike’s wicked smile signifies his determination and the fans pick up on this as they cheer wildly. He takes a step back and allows Jessie to step up to the microphone. She clears her throat as Spike stares out into the audience. As the cheers fade out, so does your sneak peek…
{Fade… TO BLACK!}
