Post by ADudeFromCLE on Jul 30, 2017 17:29:25 GMT
"Sheep"
Kole's voices comes over the speakers before the screen fades in, it's him alone once again sitting on his throne of bones, in his undisclosed greenly lit room, this week's hand rests are carved to look like Spike Kane and Mike Laszlo head's. The headrest is Roberto Verona's head and shoulders, Cable Arcane seems to be missing.
"Each and every one of you who tune in weeks after week, month after month, year after year, are sheep. All being lead to the slaughter by a man who claims to be the devil. But more on him later."
Kole's hands grip the headrest, his fingers clawing into Spike Kane’s “eyes”.
"Sheep, just like the 3 men that are going to step into that ring with us, The Council this week, sheep blinded by rage, blinded by greed, blinded by ego. Sheep that mindlessly fallow the orders of a man who does not care about their wellbeing, a man who only wants to see them fattened up so he himself can eat them. They follow, and they obey, because they are sheep who know no better. If they did, they wouldn’t be getting in that ring with us this week, if they did, they'd know they didnt stand a chance in hell, if they weren’t sheep they'd know not to follow the man who is directly leading them to their slaughter.
My goal here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation is a simple one, take from those who took from me, to create as much anarchy and chaos as possible, to burn their precious little toy to the ground, and then reshape it in my own image. This started with me destroying James Franklin Karn, beating the man within an inch of his life he was carried out of here broken and limp, never to be seen again. And that was just the beginning of my reign of terror, I have so much more planed....for all of you.
Then I took it to the next level by joining up with my brothers and sisters in The Council, and we went out there and made a statement to the entire Imperial Wrestling Federation.
Man of Steel titles, Invictus titles, Imperial Titles, hall of fame, it doesn’t matter WHAT you've done in the past or what you've become in the present, at this time and day, you are now all living in the Age of Kaos. We sent a clear message to the entire roster, we don't care WHO you are or WHAT you've done, if you stand in OUR way we will destroy you and everyone you love. And there is not a damn thing ANYONE on this roster can do to stop us."
He pat's Spike's "head".
"Take Spike Kane here, a man who was once one of the most feared men in all of wrestling, the Blood God! The God of Steel! The God of Extreme! All these scary title's you've given yourself, all these brutal matches you've been in trying to prove to yourself and anyone that will listen that you are more than a human but an actual living, breathing, GOD!"
Koles hand comes crashing down on the hand rest breaking Spike's head off in the process.
"You are no god, you are not even a lesser deity or demigod, you may have been feared at one time Spike, you may have had these sheep fooled into thinking you are more than a man, but not me Spike. I've never been afraid of you, even in our day's in that Xtreme federation, I never feared you, I respected you, I admired your work, and hell to be honest with you, I even thought about recruiting you to be an agent of chaos, a man who could sit at my right side and be a lieutenant in my war against the Imperial Wrestling Federation but...but then you had to go and prove me wrong, you had to go and prove everyone wrong, and contradict everything you've ever said about yourself.
You showed you’re self not to be a god, but a mortal man that can be controlled by his own vices. That can, and will succumb to the wants and urges of man.
You opened up Pandora's Box Spike, and you haven’t been the same ever since.
She has made you weak, she has made you mortal, and worst of all...she's made you sing.
One of the most ruthless, aggressive, destructive men to ever walk the planet, signing love songs in some dive bar.
Pathetic.
Sad.
The only blood you are a god of is the blood of her monthly. Otherwise, you are nothing more than a love sick fool who doesn’t have his head fully in the game, who has become not even half the man he once was, who is no longer feared, but actually ridiculed, mocked, shamed. How far you have fallen Spike Kane, how far will you continue to fall before you realize you are not even a fraction of the man you once were? You've lost two sons, and your Man of Steel title, all because of a bitch, how long will you continue down this slide of mediocrity I wonder?
Worry not, you won’t have to fret about it for long, because I will make it simple for you this week, after I crush your spine and snap your neck you'll have nothing but time on your hands, to lay in bed, crippled, broken, and alone, to stare up at the ceiling, and regret the day you decided to defend Roberto Verona and the Imperial Wrestling Federation.
God's, they come, they go, but forces of nature, they are forever."
He starts to pet Mike Laszlo's "head"
"Then you have this sheep, Mike Laszlo, who will tell anyone and everyone who will listen, that's not many by the way, how he is the BEST IN THE WORLD!
Yeah, because I haven’t heard that before.
From better.
To be honest Mike, just about everything you say and do feels like dejavu, like we've seen and heard all of what you say and do before, by people who will always be better than...you.
You come out here with a chip on your shoulder talking about how you deserve this, or you deserve that, because of what you've done in the past, not because of what you've done in the present, and that isnt much, when you do decide to show up.
Now, I'm not going to knock you for working part time, I understand, you're old, your washed you, you can't go like you used to, so you need time off between matches to heal and have your 12 year old boy wife wipe your ass for you, I understand Mike I really do, I wouldn’t want to be in the ring with someone like me week after week either.
And seeing as you probably have your head so far up your own ass that you haven’t been paying attention, I'm Kole Kaos, I am the living incarnation of chaos itself. I am a force of nature that has NOT been stopped here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation since I debuted, and I will NOT be stopped anytime soon, especially by the likes of someone like YOU.
Too long you've been sucking on the tit of your past success, this week I break you of that habit, as this week, I break you."
He smashes his fist down on Mike Laszlo's "head" causing it to break off and fall to the ground.
"And then we have Cable Arcane. Another one who loves to go around screaming and yelling at anyone that will listen, just how good he is. Yet, when push comes to shove, when it comes time to actually PROVING it well...lets say Cable's track record says something much different than his own mouth.
Sure, the man held the Imperial Title for longer than most, if not setting the record, I don't know, I don't pay attention, nor give a shit about such claims. The fact of the matter at one point, Cable Arcane, WAS the top guy here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation, not Spike Kane, not Mike Laszlo, but Cable. Fucking. Arcane.
But honestly Cable, who did you really beat to get there? Dre Cuttler? Sorry, after what I did to him and Saint Crock of Shit last week, I'm not impressed. Noah Field? The man who James beat first, then you lost too? Only to come back and finally beat him, with some help from your friends? Once again, I've been in the ring with James, and if he could beat Noah, easily, and Noah has beaten you well....then you are nothing to me Cable Arcane, you are so much nothing that you don't even get your own hand rest here on my throne of bones. No...The hot air you spew, it keeps my ass warm, because that's all you are good for Cable."
Kole starts to chuckle a bit.
"It's funny, that the 3 of you, ego's all the size of Jupiter, are going to try and team up against us, The Council, all to defend this man."
He points up to Roberto Verona's head as the headrest.
"The man who claims to be the Devil we know, but is honestly, not even a lesser Oni. A man who has mocked you Spike Kane, has kicked your face in Mike Laszlo, and has called YOU an illegitimate champion time and time again Cable Arcane, yet here you three are, defending this man, and his company.
And for what? So he can continue to pad his wallet off your backs? A man we targeted, a man who we tried to take out, now, cannot even fight for his own company but has to have its three "top" stars defend it in his name, all so he can sit back and watch.
Let me clue you in on something boy's. Roberto Verona. He knew damn well what I had planned when I came over to the Imperial Wrestling Federation, he damn well knew the carnage and anarchy I was going to cause, because I told him flat out what I was going to do.
He didn’t care. As long as I got rid of his Kaos Inc Wrestlers Alliance issue, he’d let me do whatever I wanted, and pay me for it.
The Devil signed a deal with a force of nature, and now you all pay the price for his dealings.
Welcome to the Age of Kaos."
He stands up and gets closer the camera, his face going soft his eyes going wide.
"Pray."
He walks off and the camera pan's to the throne, where we see Cable Arcane's face, as the seat.
~~I can't believe they stuck me with driving, don't these fools know I don't even have my license? I know how to drive it's not that, I just haven’t had to in years. Once I learned how to travel by the shadows, driving a car because too primitive, primal, boring and time consuming. But, traveling via space and time is not for everyone, actually the only other person in this Sports Utility Vehicle that knows how to do so is Rowan.
Rowan, I'll have to keep an eye on her. See where her loyalties lay. I have a feeling they are with herself of course, but if push comes to shove I need to make sure she's on my side when the war breaks out, or at least, won’t stand in my way.
I finish up fueling the big truck and head back to the driver seat, Rowan glances over at me for just the ever split second, not because she likes looking at me, but because she pays attention to her surroundings and felt me enter the car. I crank it up as I look in the mirror, I see Cross enter the bathroom, and I also see Cross talking to young Ulf out in the woods.
Interesting.~~
Kole: "Cross never mentioned anything about mastering the art of projection did he?"
Rowan pulls an ear bud out of her ear.
Rowan: "Hmm? He has no power as far as I am aware."
Kole: "Yeah, I didn't think so."
I turn the rear-view mirror towards me so she cannot see the reflection, I make it look like I'm checking something in my teeth, and she goes back to her music, or pod cast, or whatever it is she's listening to. A few moments later Ulf comes sliding into the truck slamming the door behind him.
Ulf: "Let’s go"
~~Young man needs to mind his tongue around his elders, but that's a lesson I'll teach later, for now, I indulge his demands and pull out of the gas station, I get about a block down the road before Rowan speaks up again.~~
Rowan: "You left Jason and Cross behind."
Kole: "That'll teach them to let chaos incarnate drive."
Rowan: "Fair enough."
Kole: "We'll go back in a bit, let them sweat it out."
Rowan doesn’t care and goes back to her headset and book while Ulf continues to stare out the window lost in thought. Kole just smirks to himself.
Kole's voices comes over the speakers before the screen fades in, it's him alone once again sitting on his throne of bones, in his undisclosed greenly lit room, this week's hand rests are carved to look like Spike Kane and Mike Laszlo head's. The headrest is Roberto Verona's head and shoulders, Cable Arcane seems to be missing.
"Each and every one of you who tune in weeks after week, month after month, year after year, are sheep. All being lead to the slaughter by a man who claims to be the devil. But more on him later."
Kole's hands grip the headrest, his fingers clawing into Spike Kane’s “eyes”.
"Sheep, just like the 3 men that are going to step into that ring with us, The Council this week, sheep blinded by rage, blinded by greed, blinded by ego. Sheep that mindlessly fallow the orders of a man who does not care about their wellbeing, a man who only wants to see them fattened up so he himself can eat them. They follow, and they obey, because they are sheep who know no better. If they did, they wouldn’t be getting in that ring with us this week, if they did, they'd know they didnt stand a chance in hell, if they weren’t sheep they'd know not to follow the man who is directly leading them to their slaughter.
My goal here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation is a simple one, take from those who took from me, to create as much anarchy and chaos as possible, to burn their precious little toy to the ground, and then reshape it in my own image. This started with me destroying James Franklin Karn, beating the man within an inch of his life he was carried out of here broken and limp, never to be seen again. And that was just the beginning of my reign of terror, I have so much more planed....for all of you.
Then I took it to the next level by joining up with my brothers and sisters in The Council, and we went out there and made a statement to the entire Imperial Wrestling Federation.
Man of Steel titles, Invictus titles, Imperial Titles, hall of fame, it doesn’t matter WHAT you've done in the past or what you've become in the present, at this time and day, you are now all living in the Age of Kaos. We sent a clear message to the entire roster, we don't care WHO you are or WHAT you've done, if you stand in OUR way we will destroy you and everyone you love. And there is not a damn thing ANYONE on this roster can do to stop us."
He pat's Spike's "head".
"Take Spike Kane here, a man who was once one of the most feared men in all of wrestling, the Blood God! The God of Steel! The God of Extreme! All these scary title's you've given yourself, all these brutal matches you've been in trying to prove to yourself and anyone that will listen that you are more than a human but an actual living, breathing, GOD!"
Koles hand comes crashing down on the hand rest breaking Spike's head off in the process.
"You are no god, you are not even a lesser deity or demigod, you may have been feared at one time Spike, you may have had these sheep fooled into thinking you are more than a man, but not me Spike. I've never been afraid of you, even in our day's in that Xtreme federation, I never feared you, I respected you, I admired your work, and hell to be honest with you, I even thought about recruiting you to be an agent of chaos, a man who could sit at my right side and be a lieutenant in my war against the Imperial Wrestling Federation but...but then you had to go and prove me wrong, you had to go and prove everyone wrong, and contradict everything you've ever said about yourself.
You showed you’re self not to be a god, but a mortal man that can be controlled by his own vices. That can, and will succumb to the wants and urges of man.
You opened up Pandora's Box Spike, and you haven’t been the same ever since.
She has made you weak, she has made you mortal, and worst of all...she's made you sing.
One of the most ruthless, aggressive, destructive men to ever walk the planet, signing love songs in some dive bar.
Pathetic.
Sad.
The only blood you are a god of is the blood of her monthly. Otherwise, you are nothing more than a love sick fool who doesn’t have his head fully in the game, who has become not even half the man he once was, who is no longer feared, but actually ridiculed, mocked, shamed. How far you have fallen Spike Kane, how far will you continue to fall before you realize you are not even a fraction of the man you once were? You've lost two sons, and your Man of Steel title, all because of a bitch, how long will you continue down this slide of mediocrity I wonder?
Worry not, you won’t have to fret about it for long, because I will make it simple for you this week, after I crush your spine and snap your neck you'll have nothing but time on your hands, to lay in bed, crippled, broken, and alone, to stare up at the ceiling, and regret the day you decided to defend Roberto Verona and the Imperial Wrestling Federation.
God's, they come, they go, but forces of nature, they are forever."
He starts to pet Mike Laszlo's "head"
"Then you have this sheep, Mike Laszlo, who will tell anyone and everyone who will listen, that's not many by the way, how he is the BEST IN THE WORLD!
Yeah, because I haven’t heard that before.
From better.
To be honest Mike, just about everything you say and do feels like dejavu, like we've seen and heard all of what you say and do before, by people who will always be better than...you.
You come out here with a chip on your shoulder talking about how you deserve this, or you deserve that, because of what you've done in the past, not because of what you've done in the present, and that isnt much, when you do decide to show up.
Now, I'm not going to knock you for working part time, I understand, you're old, your washed you, you can't go like you used to, so you need time off between matches to heal and have your 12 year old boy wife wipe your ass for you, I understand Mike I really do, I wouldn’t want to be in the ring with someone like me week after week either.
And seeing as you probably have your head so far up your own ass that you haven’t been paying attention, I'm Kole Kaos, I am the living incarnation of chaos itself. I am a force of nature that has NOT been stopped here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation since I debuted, and I will NOT be stopped anytime soon, especially by the likes of someone like YOU.
Too long you've been sucking on the tit of your past success, this week I break you of that habit, as this week, I break you."
He smashes his fist down on Mike Laszlo's "head" causing it to break off and fall to the ground.
"And then we have Cable Arcane. Another one who loves to go around screaming and yelling at anyone that will listen, just how good he is. Yet, when push comes to shove, when it comes time to actually PROVING it well...lets say Cable's track record says something much different than his own mouth.
Sure, the man held the Imperial Title for longer than most, if not setting the record, I don't know, I don't pay attention, nor give a shit about such claims. The fact of the matter at one point, Cable Arcane, WAS the top guy here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation, not Spike Kane, not Mike Laszlo, but Cable. Fucking. Arcane.
But honestly Cable, who did you really beat to get there? Dre Cuttler? Sorry, after what I did to him and Saint Crock of Shit last week, I'm not impressed. Noah Field? The man who James beat first, then you lost too? Only to come back and finally beat him, with some help from your friends? Once again, I've been in the ring with James, and if he could beat Noah, easily, and Noah has beaten you well....then you are nothing to me Cable Arcane, you are so much nothing that you don't even get your own hand rest here on my throne of bones. No...The hot air you spew, it keeps my ass warm, because that's all you are good for Cable."
Kole starts to chuckle a bit.
"It's funny, that the 3 of you, ego's all the size of Jupiter, are going to try and team up against us, The Council, all to defend this man."
He points up to Roberto Verona's head as the headrest.
"The man who claims to be the Devil we know, but is honestly, not even a lesser Oni. A man who has mocked you Spike Kane, has kicked your face in Mike Laszlo, and has called YOU an illegitimate champion time and time again Cable Arcane, yet here you three are, defending this man, and his company.
And for what? So he can continue to pad his wallet off your backs? A man we targeted, a man who we tried to take out, now, cannot even fight for his own company but has to have its three "top" stars defend it in his name, all so he can sit back and watch.
Let me clue you in on something boy's. Roberto Verona. He knew damn well what I had planned when I came over to the Imperial Wrestling Federation, he damn well knew the carnage and anarchy I was going to cause, because I told him flat out what I was going to do.
He didn’t care. As long as I got rid of his Kaos Inc Wrestlers Alliance issue, he’d let me do whatever I wanted, and pay me for it.
The Devil signed a deal with a force of nature, and now you all pay the price for his dealings.
Welcome to the Age of Kaos."
He stands up and gets closer the camera, his face going soft his eyes going wide.
"Pray."
He walks off and the camera pan's to the throne, where we see Cable Arcane's face, as the seat.
~~I can't believe they stuck me with driving, don't these fools know I don't even have my license? I know how to drive it's not that, I just haven’t had to in years. Once I learned how to travel by the shadows, driving a car because too primitive, primal, boring and time consuming. But, traveling via space and time is not for everyone, actually the only other person in this Sports Utility Vehicle that knows how to do so is Rowan.
Rowan, I'll have to keep an eye on her. See where her loyalties lay. I have a feeling they are with herself of course, but if push comes to shove I need to make sure she's on my side when the war breaks out, or at least, won’t stand in my way.
I finish up fueling the big truck and head back to the driver seat, Rowan glances over at me for just the ever split second, not because she likes looking at me, but because she pays attention to her surroundings and felt me enter the car. I crank it up as I look in the mirror, I see Cross enter the bathroom, and I also see Cross talking to young Ulf out in the woods.
Interesting.~~
Kole: "Cross never mentioned anything about mastering the art of projection did he?"
Rowan pulls an ear bud out of her ear.
Rowan: "Hmm? He has no power as far as I am aware."
Kole: "Yeah, I didn't think so."
I turn the rear-view mirror towards me so she cannot see the reflection, I make it look like I'm checking something in my teeth, and she goes back to her music, or pod cast, or whatever it is she's listening to. A few moments later Ulf comes sliding into the truck slamming the door behind him.
Ulf: "Let’s go"
~~Young man needs to mind his tongue around his elders, but that's a lesson I'll teach later, for now, I indulge his demands and pull out of the gas station, I get about a block down the road before Rowan speaks up again.~~
Rowan: "You left Jason and Cross behind."
Kole: "That'll teach them to let chaos incarnate drive."
Rowan: "Fair enough."
Kole: "We'll go back in a bit, let them sweat it out."
Rowan doesn’t care and goes back to her headset and book while Ulf continues to stare out the window lost in thought. Kole just smirks to himself.
Well howdy there pardner.