The Mask ~Fin~/ Sheep Pt.1

[ADudeFromCLE]

We open up in the backstage area of the Adriatic Arena in Pesaro, Italy. We can faintly hear Shea O'Hara's music playing in the background as Kole Kaos makes his way down the hallways, gripping Zasshu's mask tight in his hand. Kole goes to turn down another corridor when he hears his name called out from behind him.

Laura: "KOLE!"

Kole just stops and waits, the small blonde Russian catches up to the big man as he stares off in the other direction.

Laura: "You left very abruptly out there Kole, I do believe you have something that belongs to me."

Kole doesn’t answer, he just slowly turns his head towards the woman and looks at her with a blank look on his face. She holds her hand out.

Laura: "Zasshu's mask if you will."

He looks at her hand, then to the mask, he then raises the mask up a bit to his waist, then ties the strings of the mask to his trunks. He raises his head as his eyes roll to the back of his head, he takes a deep breath and then lowers his head once more looking Laura square in the eye as if to say "take it." He sniffs the air a few times then turns and walks away leaving Laura dumbfounded.

"Well she's not going to be happy about that."

Jason Sandman comes walking from around the corner to meet up with his stable mate. Kole, continuing to ignore Laura as they walk away from her responds.

Kole: "It's true what they say."

Jason: "Hm?"

Kole: "Dog's can smell fear."

Jason looks back to where Laura was then back to the big man.

Jason: "So…with that mask you can now smell her fear?"

Kole: "Fear...and arousal...does not make a pleasant mix."

Jason shrugs.

Jason: "Say's you....anyways. Cross wanted me to check in with you to make sure you were ready for later."

They stop in a loading dock area in front of something that is covered by a large tarp.

Kole: "He wants to make a declaration of war."

Kole rips the tarp off the object revealing a Russian T-70 light attack tank.

Kole: "Then we shall declare war."

Jason: "That's what I'm fucking talking about!"

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Two thousand and seventeen seems to be turning out to be the year of the come back's. The year that people are making their return to the Imperial Wrestling Federation, and trying to rekindle success they've had in the past.

I know, because I am one of those people. I am one of those people who was gone for many a year, so many that most of you may not even know who I was when I first made my debut here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation.

You didn’t then, but you do now.

You now know not to only respect, but to FEAR the name Kole Kaos.

See, when I made my debut, I made it perfectly clear that I am not the man I once was, I'm not trying to rekindle some lost love for this sport, or claim some prize I feel like I was shorted in the past. 

I came here to create chaos, I came here to burn this bitch to the ground and reshape it in my image.

I'm not the man I once was, because I've evolved into something much greater than I ever was. I am no longer a man, I am not even a GOD, I am a force of nature to be reckoned with, and I will NOT be denied.

Unlike you Mason St. Croix.

Fitting name seeing as you are nothing but a crock of shit.

The ultimate sheep who does whatever his masters tell him to do, a man who fights for freedom, but doesn’t even know the first thing about it, a man who gave up his freedom, to be a pawn for the rich and elite.

You'd make me sick, if I gave a shit about America.

How many children have died in her name Mason? How many by your hand alone? How many family’s did you ruin? How many parents, brothers, sisters, did you remove from this rock, all because some corporate lawyer who got elected by the sheep of this nation TOLD YOU TO?

You might not like to think it Mason, but you and I, are not that all different. We both have a laundry list of evil, vile, despicable things we've done.

The only difference?

I'm not ashamed of what I've done, I hold no remorse for my victims, I show no pity for those that I've effected, if anything Mason, I lust for it, I thrive for it, I LIVE for their screams, their tears, their sorrow. It feeds me, it gives me power. 

The only thing I regret, is not doing MORE.

And if you are not aware of my rap sheet Mason, go talk to your handler Kelly Fox, she'll tell you firsthand accounts of all the vile dastardly things I've done, to her alone.

You have dreams and ambition to rise to the top once again Mason, I know this because you've stated it, and you’ve come back for this Hair to the Throne challenge, and it's cute. It's cute that you think you are going to win all this so you can eventually earn an Imperial title match. Where me...I will take my Imperial Title match, when, and where I want. I don’t need some imaginary points to ALLOW me to do something.

You have a deep history here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation Mason St. Croix I will give you that, you've been in the ring with everyone, from gods, to monsters, to champions, to goats. But you have NEVER been in the ring with a force of nature. You've never been in the ring with Chaos personified. 

Your dreams become nightmares this week Mason, as you step into that ring with Cross and myself we will teach you first hand why The Consul are the new lords of the Imperial Wrestling Federation, and you will bow before us.

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~~Schosshalden cemetery, Bern, Switzerland.~~

"Just trust me will ya?"

We open up with Cross's voice telling someone to follow him and trust him, we see Kole Kaos walking behind him with his hood up over his head covering his face. Cross leads him into the entrance of, then a bit deeper into the Schosshalden Cemetery in Bern Switzerland.

"Ok, you can take your hood off now."

Kole lifts the hood slowly up off his head and looks around, then just blankly looks at Cross.

"Really?"

"What?"

"I understand this is what people do now, they go to locations that speak to them, that speak for them, that show a side of their personality that maybe they otherwise cannot, but....really? A Cemetery Cross? How cliché do you take me for?"

"Come on dude! This is one of the biggest Cemetery's in Europe! You're all about the spirits and the occult right? I figured this would be right up your ally!"

Kole looks around, then looks at the camera crew, then up to the boom mic that’s being held above them, he smacks it.

"Look around Cross, what do you see?"

"Dead trees, graves, and grave stones. Some benches, a sidewalk."

"Correct, dirt, dead plants, and concrete, that's it."

"Yeah but I mean with all these dead bodies and stuff there has to be some kind of power here for you to tap into or whatever it is you do right?"

"Cross, let me ask you this. When you die, and you will die because you are a mortal, when you die, is this where you would want to spend the rest of your eternal life? Here. In this graveyard?"

"This one? No..."

"Anyone Cross, think about it. Spirits as you call them, our energy, it doesn’t linger where your body decomposes, it lingers where you died, or where it has the strongest attachment too. This place, like the millions just like it around the world, is nothing more that dirt and concrete. This place, is just as dead as Mason St.Croix and Dre Cuter's career."

Kole turns to walk off.

"Wait, we need to shoot this promo for our match this week!"

Kole stops, looks at the camera.

"This week right here in Bern Switzerland, The Kaos Cross slaughter two sheep live at the PostFinance Arena, don't miss it."

"The Kaos Cross I like it!"

"Then print the T-Shirt....it is what you do best."

"Hell yeah! Wait what was that at the end?"

Kole doesn’t respond he just turns and walks off, walking right through the camera crew shoulder bumping the lighting guy knocking him over.

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Speaking of returning stars trying to reclaim their past glory, look who Mason has a tag partner this week, The Fearsome Footnote!

Dre Cutler, the man who has become a footnote, in a footnote champions reign. A man who scraped, clawed, and fought his way to the top, only to fail miserably and come crashing down to reality that maybe, just maybe, he isn’t as good as he thought he was.

But, that of course is not what you think is it Dre? No, not you. You have too much PRIDE to think that don’t you boy? You THINK you are a man who has a fighting chance, you THINK you fighter who can take on all comers, but then again you also THOUGHT you'd be champion by now didn’t you?

Of course you did, and that has nothing to do with pride, that just happens to be because you are dumber than a box of rocks.

You, like Mason, have made your comeback for this little Heir to the Throne bullshit, but unlike Mason, you've actually won this before, last year if I am correct right? Who can remember, it's not like you've done anything memorable since. 

Hell...do half these fans even remember who you are? Or do they just remember you as the cry baby whined about racial discrimination?

Don't worry Dre, I don't hate you because of your skin color, I hate you because you’re human. You, along with that sheep Mason, are nothing more than a plague on this earth that needs to be eradicated. 

People like you, who continue to play the victim so you can keep being perceived as a hero, are a disease this company can no longer withstand.

Luckily for the Imperial Wrestling Federation I know just the cure.

Kaos.

You may have won this last year Dre, you may have beaten, back then, the best of the best, the best that the Imperial Wrestling Federation has to offer, you've beaten giants, and monsters and bears oh my but you have NEVER been in the ring with someone like me. I don't care what you've done, or how many wins you have, or how many titles you’ve collected, at the end of the day, you feel pain, you bleed, and you suffer. And I will make you do all three Dre Cutler. Not because I want to win this Heir to the Throne, not because I want to win this tag match.

Because I enjoy it, and because I CAN 

And there is not a damn person on this roster, living or dead, that can STOP me. Not even you or your tag partner Mason St. Croix.

Welcome to the Age of Kaos Dre Cutler.

Pray.