Going back to St Louis was meant to clear my head, and set me straight. The idea of getting away from everything was so freeing, but now that I am here, I feel even more thrown off. The woman on the airplane, taking advice from my uncle, missing my children… all of that has just been added to the rest of the shit running through my mind.
Tuesday, February 21st, 2012The room is dimly lit, however Spike Staggs can be seen sprawled out across a canopy bed with red and gold trim. His cell phone is in his hand as he furiously types away at it. There is a muffled sound of house music thumping against the porcelain walls, and echoing through the vents, and the sound of two, possibly three drunken women moaning in the other room. It was just like old times, more than Spike would even know yet. Spike smiles, letting out the faintest of chuckles.
”I’m going to bet myself a hundred bucks that he tries to send one of them in here, just like the many single nights I spent here as a teen.”Spike sets his phone down on the night stand as he grabs a pack of cigarettes sitting next to the lamp. He pulls one out and places it against his lips. Getting up from the bed, he walks along the Persian rug, toward a set of double doors. He pushes them open, looking out over the back yard area, which looks more like the garden from Edward Scissorhands on flat land with a pool the size of a lake in the middle. From the balcony, he looks up at the moon as he lights the cigarette, taking in a long, deep drag. He holds it in as if there won’t be another. The silver stream escapes his lips as it reaches out for the moon, illuminated in a sort of simple beauty as the wind carries it off.
”So many things have changed, but it all feels the same when I come back here. I can remember puking on almost every tree back here. I remember pulling stupid stunts and pranks with Jamie and Tommy back here. Looks like I started an epidemic there… I can remember being tied to the bedposts in that vary room. My son was conceived in that room…”Spike taps the butt of his cigarette firmly, letting the ashes rain down to the ground below. He leans against the stone banister, staring across the topiary jungle in wonderment. His eyes almost appear to be glowing, mimicking the color of the moon.
”I had my first drink here. I nursed my first wrestling related broken bone, and my first concussion here, lost my virginity with my first girlfriend, first driving lesson… So many firsts. This is the birth place of so many memories, both good and bad.”Spike takes a step back from the banister when he hears thumping against the window in the bedroom next door. He looks over, against his better judgment to see a blending of bare flesh of mahogany and ivory tones pressed against the glass. Before he is even able to distinguish body parts, he quickly turns his head back in the direction of the back yard. He shakes his head as he takes another drag.
”I was staying here after I had my son taken away from me. I stood on this banister, daring myself to jump, drinking myself into a stupor. I am surprised I didn’t fall over, but it wasn’t meant to be. I had nothing left to lose, and nothing more that I thought I could gain. I know differently now, but the thrill of it all is so intense…”Spike contemplates it for the briefest of seconds before he pulls himself up onto the banister. He steadies himself like a cat as he looks down. His vision blurs, and his heart begins to pound. A bead of sweat glistens in the moonlight as it trickles down his neck slowly.
”The rush that I just had to feel to remind me that I was alive. It did that, but what really helped me to live was coming back to the GXW ring. The second my phone rang, I never expected to receive a new lease on life. My old friend, Mark Ward Jr. was on the other end, and he told a much different story from what he is telling today. He said that GXW needed to be put on notice. They needed something extreme to really put an exclamation point next to Generation X-Treme. That exclamation point was me. If I didn’t get that call until even a minute later, I might not even be in front of thousands of fans every week, putting on the best damn show possible. I would either be paralyzed, or six feet under. That is why I owed him my life, and that is exactly what I gave.”Spike flicks the cigarette from between his fingers, sending it in a downward spiral. He watches intensely as the burning ember bursts into a thousand tiny pieces against the ground below. He watches as its fire goes out, as his would have. He then looks back up to the moon, a much calmer expression spread across his face.
”I came back with a vengeance, taking the GXW X-Division Championship in a ladder match. Right after that, I took everything to the extreme. If one brought a steel chair, I brought a cart of various weapons. If one brought a table, I set it on fire and put his ass through it. When I say that I was a monster, I mean it. I was the biggest daredevil, high flying sonuvabitch that GXW ever saw. I had a short title reign, but that was to make way for bigger and better things. I met the love of my life, saving her from a burning dumpster. Together, we showed the world what X-Treme really means. If anyone messed with GXT, they messed with me, and I handled each and every one of them, even if most of it was on regrettable terms. The point is, I might not have started the group, or established each and every big name who earned the right to be called Generation X-Treme, but I definitely took care of the fodder.”Spike leans down, perching himself on the edge, as he lets his feet dangle above the thirty foot drop. His eyes are enchanted by the moonlight, as he is deep in thought.
”I proved that I belonged with them, and they knew it too. The black sheep was accepted by the flock, and groomed to blend in with the herd. Like every male wrestler of the stable, I was destined to grab onto the GXW World Championship. Even when I doubted myself, my friend Mark was there, cheering me on every step of the way. Many said it was because he failed to defeat the champion at the time, Matt Seex. He can agree if his ego will let him… But the truth is that he saw something in me that no one else saw. He saw a fighter, a monster with the fury of a thousand suns, and he helped me to focus on that prize. He really was my best friend.
“That is why I was shocked when he…”Spike’s eyes glaze over as he stops the think about it. His friendship with Mark was a great one. Since the days where Spike had entered the big leagues of GCW, Mark had been backstage, giving words of encouragement to the mess that was Spike. He mentored Spike, unbeknownst to any of the locker room. Mark, and Mark alone, was responsible for bringing Spike to GXW, and then back to GXW as a member of GXT. Like a coach, he was there, rooting for Spike, even if he was the only one. Spike never expected that jealousy would rear its ugly head.
Spike recalled walking down the hallway with Misty, not unlike any other event. He carried the GXW World Championship like a badge of honor, as it should have always been presented. Mark walked up to them with Angelica on his arm, and they both smiled in Spike’s face. Mark gave a short speech about how he knew Spike could get to the top, and that it can get lonely. He let Spike know that he will be right there behind him, and they shook hands. As Spike walked away, just seconds later, the chair came crashing down against his head. The pain was certainly nothing he hadn’t felt before, but the shocker was as he watched Mark wrap the chair around his knee, and stomp it to hell as Misty screamed, and Angelica laughed. Misty knocked past Angelica, but security had swarmed them, and a medic soon came.
”I spent the first few months trying to justify why my best friend would do that to me. I was about as bat shit delusional as Kittie when I waited for him to come and visit me in the hospital to explain why he had done it. A phone call, or a card would have done the trick. If anyone else looked at me the wrong way, they would amount to nothing but a bloody smear on the ground, but this was ‘Hot Stuff’ Mark Ward, my friend. I would have believed anything. It took me a year to really come to terms with what had transpired the night everything was taken from me. Right before Eden was born, I was consumed by an unrelenting rage and resentment toward Mark, and myself for ever buying into his bullshit. The anger nearly ruined me again, as I sought out vengeance. I plotted that revenge, and I waited for him to resurface in the wrestling world, even though I was not at one hundred percent. It wasn’t until the day I looked into my beautiful angel’s eyes and saw innocence and purity. That was something I had lost a long time ago. But my daughter brought a small piece of it back. Spike Staggs and innocence… It is a laughable concept, but I had to hold onto that piece so that I could pretend, and let the anger go.”Spike gets down from his perch and sighs, as he breaks his gaze with the moon. He paces back and forth for a moment, enjoying the brisk, refreshing air as the wind blows against his face.
”It was all so refreshing. Years went by, and I hadn’t even thought of that backstabbing piece of trash… GXT Spike Staggs. I didn’t miss him, or the evil doctor who created him, ‘Hot Stuff’ Mark Ward. They had become a distant memory in the past that I was happy to cover up with new memories. That changed the day Misty received the call to return to the ring in the promotion ran by Christian Underwood and… Mark Ward. Being a new man, reborn into a world of tact, patience, and innocence, I played along. I wore the Mr. Mom apron, and I smiled until he had the damned nerve to ask me to return to the ring… It became a game that I was happy to play. I watched him, riddled with guilt, trying to offer me my place at the top. He tried to bribe me with money, power, and easy wins. He even offered me a Number 1 Contenders spot for the Heavyweight Championship. Unlike Angelica… I am NOT easy. I take the road with the most resistance, because it is the only way to prove that you truly deserve the rewards, and that is what I intend to do. Starting with an old friend…”Spike goes to reopen the double doors leading back into his room, but they are now locked. He jiggles them a few more times, but to no avail. He opens his mouth in a yawn, when it hits him that he never even closed the doors to begin with. His other option is to knock on Erik’s door to get back in, but after the peep show, it wasn’t even an option.
”Great… Now what can I do? Just sit out here all night? At least it is unusually warm for this time of year…”Spike turns around, and standing practically nose to nose with him is the woman from the airplane. Her head is covered with the same head scarf, the big black sunglasses, and the neat strands of bright red hair hanging down over the left side of her face. This time, she is dressed in a baggy black trench coat. She leans in and gently brushes her lips against Spike’s, refusing to give into the temptation to ravage them. Instead, she leans down, and lets her hot breath run across Spike’s neck before her luscious red lips part, and she runs her tongue across it.
”Awww, sweetie. Did you miss me? I sure missed you.”Spike takes a deep breath, and several steps back, shaking his head in a sort of disbelief. The woman chuckles and sinks down about six inches or so. The moon shimmers off of her lips, and glowing off of her porcelain skin.
”Well, damn. I guess not. At least, not that you are willing to admit. But the tension in your tight, firm ass cheeks tell a different story, sweetheart. They say, ‘If I really loved her, I wouldn’t have waited five years to marry her.’ That steel gumball machine of a ring is a joke…””Who the hell are you?”Her lips part into the faintest of smiles as she lets out a forced laugh. Spike tilts his head down, inspecting her gaze as if he could see through her sunglasses. If there were any color to his face, it would have flushed as his jaw drops down. She takes a slow walk toward him, savoring his discomfort.
”Bitch please! Don’t act like you don’t know. I have rocked your world a million times, and I am ready to do it a million and one more times. Every time you nail… her… I am right there, telling you how to make her moan. I am… your mind. And I am here to bitch kick your ass all over the place… Just the way you like it, if I recall correctly?”Spike is somewhat relieved, but still in a bit of a shocked state. His muscles are tensed up but his face relaxes a bit, almost forming a disgust at the apparition in front of him right now. He steps forward, and grabs onto whatever tangible thing he can, and she smiles, looking up into his angry eyes, begging him to do it ten times harder.
”So, I’m trying to mindfuck myself? Is that really what is going on here? Because, if my subconscious is going to bring YOU of all people out, then I am already doing a real BANG UP JOB!””Mmmm daddy, I been a really bad girl. Put me in my place, because you were the only one that ever could. Oh yeah, I bet you never do that to her, do you?””SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!!!”Spike lunges forward as he tosses her against the double doors. Her glasses fall off to reveal the sultry, devilish blue eyes that draw you in. They roll back in delight as she gasps. Spike clinches his fists tightly and then he slams them against the banister as hard as he can. He lets out a primal scream as he does so, causing his uncle to come crashing onto the balcony through his bedroom door. He clutches a pillow in front of himself as he breathes heavily. He looks around the balcony and then to Spike with a confused look. Spike gazes over at his uncle and points against the wall.
”She’s back! She’s haunting me, Erik! What the hell am I going to do? She’s back!””What are you talking about, Spike? I was in the company of three class A’s, and I came out here for a good answer. Not, ‘Oh, I’m going crazy uncle Erik, I’m seeing shit!’ Get it together if you want to even stand a chance against Mark and Justin.”Spike grits his teeth as he looks back to the bedroom doors, standing wide open as the wind blows the white curtains around wildly. Spike tries to talk, but only sputters of sounds escape his lips. He points, but then realizes that his argument is no use. The woman sticks her tongue out at Spike as she leans down to pick up her glasses. She walks off into the room and disappears into the shadows. Spike takes a deep breath as his uncle shakes his head.
”Your psychosis… It is a gift and a curse. Your father had it when we teamed together, and it is what got him killed. I hope for your sake, you learn to control it better. Learn to live on the bright side like your brothers and Sebastian. Don’t let it get the best of you, sonny. Now I better go in before I get blue balls for two different reasons…”With that, he turns around, bare-assed to the world as he goes back inside. His voice exclaims in excitement and is received with several squeals of floozies. Spike shakes his head as he turns around to walk back into his room. The scene fades…
The following is an X-Treme Press release, brought to you by Sin City Wrestling. It reflects the views of the person providing it, and not SCW as a whole…
Spike Staggs
Thursday, February 23, 2012 7:42pm
Greetings fellow wrestling enthusiasts, fans and wrestlers alike, as well as parents,
I wanted to take a moment to discuss a very serious issue facing the youth of America today. I am talking about cyber bullying. Face to face bullying is terrible, but let us not forget that cyber bullying is a problem facing our children. It can take place via e-mail, instant messenger, text messaging, interactive games, or any social networking site which children and teens access several times daily. There are millions of children tormented each day, and many cases have led to teen suicide. I have witnessed this first hand. It is an epidemic that is spreading like wildfire through every aspect of technology. It seems hopeless, but it is not. It needs to be noticed, it needs to be addressed, and it needs to be opposed. You can go to http://www.stopcyberbullying.org/ or trend #StopCyberBullying on Twitter. Sin City Wrestling is donating $10 to the cause for every time it is trended by a follower. The members of The NEW X-Treme’s support this cause all the way, and we have a huge announcement at Blaze of Glory concerning this matter. So please, do something to stop cyber bullying today.
Moving on, there have been questions as to why I have been so silent lately. Some have asked if I am scared by the words of “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward. To that, I answer a big “HELL NO!” Those same people have asked me, “Do you fear ‘The Xquisite One’?” After I was done laughing, I restated the same sentiments with another “HELL NO!” I have been having some personal issues creep up on me that I had to tend to so that I might be at one hundred and ten percent in mind and body for our match up. It is unfortunate to report that this just isn’t the case. I am at one hundred and twenty percent! I will walk into Blaze of Glory in the best shape of my life, all thanks to the motivational words of a former friend and his new lackey.
You gotta love the idea of former friends turned foe, battling it out in the ring. Student Vs. Mentor and Student’s Student. It just blows your mind, doesn’t it? What I like most about it is the fact that my opponents think so little of me, even though my past successes are right there in front of them. Kain underestimated me, and he has fallen to me twice, and he is the biggest threat Sin City Wrestling has going right now. Taking down JT, Justin, Phoenix, whateverthehellyouwannacallhim Underwood, is going to be a piece of cake. That leaves two against the boss. What do you think the odds are there?
But, I am getting ahead of myself. I wanted to make a few comments regarding Justin’s comments about me prior to the match.
“Since Spike Staggs debuted on Climax Control, ratings have gone down.”
Myth. When a chart has a red line that ascends the charts, it means viewership is going up. Unless, of course, his new personality involves not being able to read, in which case he was probably holding the chart upside down.
“People are tired of hearing about you and your boring family.”
This is debatable. I am a family man now. When I signed the contract, I was brought into this company to be me. Unlike certain individuals, I don’t need to swagger jack or change myself just because someone doesn’t like how I do things. With that said, I have come to SCW, sold out shows, and kicked some major ass. How have I done this? I have done so with the love and support of my family. I will continue to do so, and the fans are smart enough to know that my performance is not hindered, but enhanced by my family, and I will keep selling out the shows with my methods of madness.
“You are a washed up has been that never was.”
Myth. I am a man who only had to wrestle for a few years, the honest and hard working way, so that I could support myself and my family. I was brought back under unusual circumstances, but I am back to do what is in my blood, and in my heart. It is my time to shine once more, only this time, I will shine with the New X-Tremes.
Three idiotic, hypocritical statements made by your former SCW Heavyweight Champion, disproved. A real man fights with his mind, son. He doesn’t hide behind a gimmick that taints who he is, because a real man knows EXACTLY who he is. I am afraid that you don’t. It appears your former mentor, Matt Ward, might have picked you from the vine just a little too soon. What a shame, because there is real potential there. I can see why he picked you. Now, you are throwing it away to become a “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward reincarnate. What a sad day for wrestling when we have two of them walking around. Kill me now (**on a legal note, he is not serious, and I would urge all readers not to kill Spike Staggs at the risk of 10 years imprisonment**)
With that said, I want to be the bigger man… in all aspects… and wish them luck in our match up at Blaze of Glory. Let’s put on a show the fans will never forget. Let’s remind them why they did not waste their money purchasing tickets, because each and every Sin City Wrestling star is top notch, and we will rock the very foundation of the Palm Springs Casino and Resort.
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