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PROMO: "Through Struggle...I Begin to Understand"

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PROMO: "Through Struggle...I Begin to Understand"

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Only days before Ashes 2 Ashes, Spike Jenkins suffered the worst defeat of his life. He lost to Ghost Machine. Ghost Machine, for Christ’s sake! That’s almost as bad as losing to Cutthroat (who also suffered the same fate as Ghost Machine, getting taken out after an I Just Broke Your Neck).

 

Yeah, Spike snapped. It was the straw that broke the camels back. If he didn’t pay so much attention to El Luchadore Magnifico, then he would have ended his losing streak. But no, again, his focus on the SWF World Heavyweight Champion cost him a win; and then everything went black. Spike gave JL Crunk a Ratings Crash and then hit the deadliest move in the SWF today, the I Just Broke Your Neck. Only three or four people have been hit with it…and only one is still walking today (that being Todd Cortez). It’s sort of funny that after his feud with Toxxic, Spike began to realize how much like Toxx he really was. Injuring people with his most sadistic move…yeah, exactly like Toxxic.

 

Toxxic…all things come around to Toxxic. Before his match on Smarkdown, Toxxic called Spike and told him that he shouldn’t be losing like he is and to get his head out of his ass. Hell, he even hit Ghost Machine with Toxxic’s own move, the Toxxic Shock Syndrome. But still…he lost…maybe Toxxic was wrong? Could the man that was his mentor for so long…be wrong?

 

What about Mak? Mak came and visited Spike before his match with Manson…a match he lost. Mak told him that if he didn’t worry so much about destiny, then he will start winning again. If he went back to business, like in the sWo days, he would win. He tried that…but nothing.

 

How could the two men he followed for most of his career and lead him to countless victories…be wrong? It just didn’t make sense. They each gave him advice on how to start winning again, but neither worked. Why?

 

Why was this happening now? Right before the biggest match of his life? Right before his first Pay Per View main event? Right before his first World Heavyweight Title shot?

 

Mak told him that it’s all bullshit, but Spike couldn’t get the idea of destiny out of his head. He truly believed in it. From the moment he started training to the night he was announced the number one contender to the Heavyweight Title, Spike believed in destiny…and that it was being fulfilled.

 

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“Don’t hurt yourself,” comes the very familiar voice…

 

Spike breaks his chain of thought, looks up at the figure standing in the doorway, and immediately jumps to his feet, ready for a fight.

 

“What are YOU doing here?” shouts the New Straight Edge Sensation.

 

“Easy, easy,” says the man who enters the locker room, waving at Spike to sit down, “I just want to talk.”

 

“How come I don’t believe you?”

 

“Because you’re an idiot, now sit down! Do you honestly think I’ve come to attack you while I’m dressed this nice? Please, I just want to talk.”

 

Spike reluctantly sits down, still ready to defend himself, but simply just not in the mood to fight.

 

“What is it that you want to talk about?”

 

“Well, for one, you are sucking lately.”

 

“Thanks,” replies the sarcastic Jenkins.

 

“You care to argue with me on this?” Spike looks at the floor, as the man just grins, “I didn’t think so. So what is going on?”

 

“I don’t know. Maybe its nerves or something…I mean, I am going into the biggest match of my life on Monday…”

 

“Do you really believe that?”

 

“Do I believe in anything anymore?” retorts Jenkins.

 

“Well, I know before Genesis you were spitting something about destiny out…or something. I wasn’t really paying attention.”

 

“Pfft…destiny…”

 

“A change of heart?”

 

“Sort of…I don’t know if you know this, but Mak came by at the show in South Dakota and gave me a pep talk. He said that destiny wasn’t real and that you have you earn what you get.”

 

“Mak, huh? Interesting.”

 

“Yeah…and then Toxxic called me…told me to stop being a blimey idiot…or something.”

 

“Toxxic…very interesting.”

 

“Those two helped me throughout my SJL and SWF career…they have to be telling me the truth, right?”

 

“I’m sure in their opinion, they were.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well…why do you think the advice they gave you was right?”

 

“Because, I’ve followed Mak and Toxxic all through my career. They have never steered me wrong.”

 

“So it’s because you were their lackey?”

 

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say lackey…” says Spike.

 

“You were their lackey, don’t even try bullshitting me.”

 

“All right…maybe it is because of that.”

 

“Well, Spike. Look around. You aren’t their lackey anymore. You’re on your own.”

 

“So?”

 

“Maybe there advice was, I don’t know, wrong?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I mean, the advice they gave you might work if you were still in the sWo or Revolution Zero…but you aren’t. You are going into a very important match without any back up. Maybe that is why you are losing?”

 

Spike stares at the man with a puzzled look on his face, “I’m not following…”

 

“Let’s face it. When you weren’t in the sWo or Revolution Zero, you weren’t anything special. Hell, even when you were in those groups, you weren’t anything special.”

 

“Hey man! I was the longest reigning…” but Spike gets cut off…

 

“Cruiserweight Champion, yeah, I know. But Spike, you need to realize that when you joined the SWF three years ago…you were a joke. Two years ago in the SJL? You were a joke? When you got bumped a year ago? You were still a joke! But look at you now? You are main eventing a Pay Per View for the World Heavyweight Title against ELM! He was main eventing Pay Per View’s before you even signed a contract here!”

 

“Thanks for the encouragement?”

 

“I’m not encouraging you, idiot. I’m trying to point out the obvious! You are no longer someone’s lackey! You have proven to everyone that you are a main event player!”

 

Spike stands up, obviously in a fit of rage, “THEN WHY AM I LOSING? WHY AM I GOING INTO THE BIGGEST MATCH OF MY LIFE WITH THE WORST LOSING STREAK I’VE HAD SINCE THE SJL?”

 

“You’ve known the answer to that this whole time…”

 

“Oh yeah? Well, Mr. I Know Everything, What the FUCK is the answer?”

 

“Destiny!”

 

“What?”

 

“Spike, I just told you. You proved to everyone that you are a main event player…everyone except yourself! This is YOUR destiny! You are destined to question yourself before you climb to the top of the mountain! This is all a test! Do you not see it?”

 

Spike sits back down, his face in his hands, “This…THIS is my destiny?”

 

“Now that you have gone through the worst time in your SWF career, you can move on to your best time. You now know that you have the heart to win the SWF World Heavyweight Title!”

 

“Everything I’ve gone through…was just to prove to myself that I can do it?” Spike looks up at the man who has finally shown him the light, “I can do it! I can beat ELM!” Spike stands up, “This IS my destiny! And my destiny will be fulfilled at Ashes 2 Ashes on Monday!”

 

“Jeez, I can’t believe I had to come and hold your hand through it all,” says the man, as he turns his back to leave, “Well, I’ve got to go.”

 

“Wait…what ARE you doing here? I thought you were fired?”

 

“Me? Fired?” chuckles the man, “Please, they would never fire me.”

 

“But…what about all that…”

 

“All that trouble with the boss? Yeah, he was just mad I beat him in a game of golf. He challenged me to a rematch, I jobbed and now all is good.”

 

Spike grins at his own smart ass comment, “You jobbed to someone? Well, I’m surprised.”

 

“Please…it’s not the first time I jobbed to someone in a rematch” laughs the man, “I’ll see you later, Champ,” is the last thing heard as the man walks out of the room.

 

“Yeah…I’ll see you later…Tom.”

 

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Hollow out this machine like chest.

With its gears that turn to make me feel

And assembled thoughts that fade away.

Remove from me this deception I called love.

 

Only through struggle have I found rest.

With a piece of me taken away,

I begin to understand.

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For some reason, it makes me smile to see everyone referring to their biggest move as the deadliest in the SWF. Even I've done it. We're all just pale imitations of Kibagami and the Demonstar Driver.

 

Now write, I command thee! I want a good showing, dammit!

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