Post by ADudeFromCLE on Sept 4, 2017 0:18:39 GMT
We open up on Kole Kaos sitting on his throne of bones. This week there are four head's on the throne. Two of them on top of the head rest that are carved to look like Devlin Raine, and Jayson Matthews. The hand rests have two skulls carved to look like Masonn St. Croix and Chris Card (mustache and all). Kole sits with his head tilted down, his eyes closed, his beard trimmed down due and unimportant event from the past weekend.
"Betrayal. Noun. The action of betraying one's country, a group, or a person. Treachery.
The problem with betrayal, for it to be effective, it has to be a surprise, it has to be out of the blue, it has to be unexpected.
This past week a flock of sheep who claim to be a pack of wolves, lead by the biggest pretender of them all, decided they no longer needed the or wanted to be apart of the most dominate group to ever exist in the Imperial Wrestling Federation.
We all knew it was coming, Sandman, Cross, Ulf, we all knew it was coming eventually. The only thing we didn't expect was that you'd turn on me and Sandy personally.
I always figured you'd go after Cross for the way he looked at you, the way he treated you.
Not me, not someone who treated you as an equal, someone who didn't view you as a sex object, but no. You took my, what some would call weakness, I call respect, and you threw a fireball into the face of that respect.
You threw a fireball into the face of the fire-starter, the master of the green flame, chaos incarnate himself.
Foolish sheep have done nothing but sign their death warrant.
But not today, not tomorrow, not even next week. No, for now, you sheep mean nothing to us, nothing more than a bug buzzing around our heads being annoying, we will ignore you for now, but when the time comes.
Splat.
For now, have fun dealing with a real hell spawn, her name is Helena Sawyer, and you'll be getting to know her very well very soon."
Kole slowly raises his head, his eyes slowly open as the green of his eyes shine.
"Cross has also brought to my attention that some of the words I had to say pissed off some higher ups. To them I say this.
I. Don't. Care.
I will say what I want to say, do what I want to do, and there is not a single person in that locker room, production truck, or corporate office that can stop me.
The only man that can, won't.
So you can be mad at me for gaming your system all you want, but when you stack the deck against The Council, we will find a way to tip the odd's back into our favor.
Just like this week. This week we make our huge return "home" to the "Great" United States of America.
So what's the first thing the heads of the Imperial Wrestling Federation do? They try to stack the deck against The Council.
We've done this song and dance already, but I guess they want a repeat performance.
A few week's ago they tried to get all the heavy hitters of the Imperial Wrestling Federation to team up against us and try to take us out, what did they call them selves again?
The Mount Rushmore of the Imperial Wrestling Federation?
In case you didn't witness what happened, we crumbled that mountain. Destroyed it's foundation and watched it crumbled into dust.
So now they are trying to stop us again, but with different faces, a new breed of hero's if you will.
If the Mount Rushmore was the Imperial Wrestling Federation version of the Justice League, then who is this week? The Teen Titans? And you honestly think you four can stop The Council?
First you have Chris Card, Mr. Technical Perfection himself, the man too stupid to pin the right name in our qualifying match that he got to sit back and watch the winner steal the victory from him.
I've haven't been pinned in over five years Mr. Card, and when you had the choice between me, or Sandman who was clearly out, you picked me to try and pin.
All the talent in the world, all the technical expertise one could ask for, the body of a demigod, but the brains of a rock.
But I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt Card, I am going to allow that to slide as a one time mistake, an error on your part because you didn't know better, and I make you an offer Chris. You're the wild card in this match, you're not a pretend hero like the rest of your teammates, no, Chris you are as real as they come, you tell people right to their face, you are going to do whatever you need to do to win.
I can appreciate that Chris Card, I really can. So let me tell you this Card, the only way you walk out of Madison Square Garden as a "winner" is by becoming a Disciple of Kaos. Join The Council Mr. Card, or be destroyed by it.
A simple choice really, but lets see how smart you really are.
Let's see if your smarter than that dumb-ass who think's he's the dealer of destiny.
Yes, you Devlin Raine. The first winner of the Cruiser Weight Invitational, a former Man of Steel champion, a man who can do amazing things in that ring, yet has not lived up to even a tenth of his potential.
This is who you think can stop us? Some gnat that is good at flips? A man who doesn't even know if he wants to be a loud mouth douche or a fan favorite shit talker?
There is no such thing as destiny Devlin, only pain, carnage, destruction and chaos. You will learn that first hand this Monday in New York.
New York city, a city that has had it's share of tragedies, tragedies that even made one of you go back into service for his country.
Isn't that right Mason St. Croix.
Mr. GI Joe himself, Captain American in the flesh.
Nothing more than another fake hero.
Fighting for his country, that lied to him to get him to fight. Killing innocents in the name of freedom.
You are no hero Mason St. Croix, you are nothing but a murder and a liar. And I will expsose you as the fraud you are this week, I will dismantle you bit by bit, piece by piece, till there is nothing left but ash and bone. I will prove to you once and for all, the best war machines are not made in America, but in Russia.
And after I break you, after I leave you in traction, you can sit in a hospital bed, sipping your food threw a straw, and you can watch the one true actual hero on your team, try to fight tooth and nail to save himself for the oncoming onslaught.
I am of course talking about one Jayson Matthews. A man who has been on quite the roll lately, coming this close to winning the Heir to the Throne, Jayson Matthews has overcome ever single obstacle he has faced to date.
The problem with that Jayson, is yes, you've beaten monsters, demons, giants, and freaks, but you have never been in the ring with ME, a living, breathing, walking, force of nature, force of destruction.
Your luck runs out this Monday Jayson Matthews, your luck runs out when you go toe to toe to chaos incarnate himself, I am going to pick your bones clean Jayson, and leave just enough of you for Sandman to finish off, and finally put an end to your title reign.
This Monday, in New York City, the mecca of wrestling, inside Madison Square Garden, everyone on the Imperial Wrestling Federation roster will realize that The Council still stands, stronger than ever.
And The Age of Kaos continues."
He looks dead into the camera, his eyes go wide as he's not suggesting, he's not advising, he's telling you to..
"Pray."
"Betrayal. Noun. The action of betraying one's country, a group, or a person. Treachery.
The problem with betrayal, for it to be effective, it has to be a surprise, it has to be out of the blue, it has to be unexpected.
This past week a flock of sheep who claim to be a pack of wolves, lead by the biggest pretender of them all, decided they no longer needed the or wanted to be apart of the most dominate group to ever exist in the Imperial Wrestling Federation.
We all knew it was coming, Sandman, Cross, Ulf, we all knew it was coming eventually. The only thing we didn't expect was that you'd turn on me and Sandy personally.
I always figured you'd go after Cross for the way he looked at you, the way he treated you.
Not me, not someone who treated you as an equal, someone who didn't view you as a sex object, but no. You took my, what some would call weakness, I call respect, and you threw a fireball into the face of that respect.
You threw a fireball into the face of the fire-starter, the master of the green flame, chaos incarnate himself.
Foolish sheep have done nothing but sign their death warrant.
But not today, not tomorrow, not even next week. No, for now, you sheep mean nothing to us, nothing more than a bug buzzing around our heads being annoying, we will ignore you for now, but when the time comes.
Splat.
For now, have fun dealing with a real hell spawn, her name is Helena Sawyer, and you'll be getting to know her very well very soon."
Kole slowly raises his head, his eyes slowly open as the green of his eyes shine.
"Cross has also brought to my attention that some of the words I had to say pissed off some higher ups. To them I say this.
I. Don't. Care.
I will say what I want to say, do what I want to do, and there is not a single person in that locker room, production truck, or corporate office that can stop me.
The only man that can, won't.
So you can be mad at me for gaming your system all you want, but when you stack the deck against The Council, we will find a way to tip the odd's back into our favor.
Just like this week. This week we make our huge return "home" to the "Great" United States of America.
So what's the first thing the heads of the Imperial Wrestling Federation do? They try to stack the deck against The Council.
We've done this song and dance already, but I guess they want a repeat performance.
A few week's ago they tried to get all the heavy hitters of the Imperial Wrestling Federation to team up against us and try to take us out, what did they call them selves again?
The Mount Rushmore of the Imperial Wrestling Federation?
In case you didn't witness what happened, we crumbled that mountain. Destroyed it's foundation and watched it crumbled into dust.
So now they are trying to stop us again, but with different faces, a new breed of hero's if you will.
If the Mount Rushmore was the Imperial Wrestling Federation version of the Justice League, then who is this week? The Teen Titans? And you honestly think you four can stop The Council?
First you have Chris Card, Mr. Technical Perfection himself, the man too stupid to pin the right name in our qualifying match that he got to sit back and watch the winner steal the victory from him.
I've haven't been pinned in over five years Mr. Card, and when you had the choice between me, or Sandman who was clearly out, you picked me to try and pin.
All the talent in the world, all the technical expertise one could ask for, the body of a demigod, but the brains of a rock.
But I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt Card, I am going to allow that to slide as a one time mistake, an error on your part because you didn't know better, and I make you an offer Chris. You're the wild card in this match, you're not a pretend hero like the rest of your teammates, no, Chris you are as real as they come, you tell people right to their face, you are going to do whatever you need to do to win.
I can appreciate that Chris Card, I really can. So let me tell you this Card, the only way you walk out of Madison Square Garden as a "winner" is by becoming a Disciple of Kaos. Join The Council Mr. Card, or be destroyed by it.
A simple choice really, but lets see how smart you really are.
Let's see if your smarter than that dumb-ass who think's he's the dealer of destiny.
Yes, you Devlin Raine. The first winner of the Cruiser Weight Invitational, a former Man of Steel champion, a man who can do amazing things in that ring, yet has not lived up to even a tenth of his potential.
This is who you think can stop us? Some gnat that is good at flips? A man who doesn't even know if he wants to be a loud mouth douche or a fan favorite shit talker?
There is no such thing as destiny Devlin, only pain, carnage, destruction and chaos. You will learn that first hand this Monday in New York.
New York city, a city that has had it's share of tragedies, tragedies that even made one of you go back into service for his country.
Isn't that right Mason St. Croix.
Mr. GI Joe himself, Captain American in the flesh.
Nothing more than another fake hero.
Fighting for his country, that lied to him to get him to fight. Killing innocents in the name of freedom.
You are no hero Mason St. Croix, you are nothing but a murder and a liar. And I will expsose you as the fraud you are this week, I will dismantle you bit by bit, piece by piece, till there is nothing left but ash and bone. I will prove to you once and for all, the best war machines are not made in America, but in Russia.
And after I break you, after I leave you in traction, you can sit in a hospital bed, sipping your food threw a straw, and you can watch the one true actual hero on your team, try to fight tooth and nail to save himself for the oncoming onslaught.
I am of course talking about one Jayson Matthews. A man who has been on quite the roll lately, coming this close to winning the Heir to the Throne, Jayson Matthews has overcome ever single obstacle he has faced to date.
The problem with that Jayson, is yes, you've beaten monsters, demons, giants, and freaks, but you have never been in the ring with ME, a living, breathing, walking, force of nature, force of destruction.
Your luck runs out this Monday Jayson Matthews, your luck runs out when you go toe to toe to chaos incarnate himself, I am going to pick your bones clean Jayson, and leave just enough of you for Sandman to finish off, and finally put an end to your title reign.
This Monday, in New York City, the mecca of wrestling, inside Madison Square Garden, everyone on the Imperial Wrestling Federation roster will realize that The Council still stands, stronger than ever.
And The Age of Kaos continues."
He looks dead into the camera, his eyes go wide as he's not suggesting, he's not advising, he's telling you to..
"Pray."
Well howdy there pardner.