Post by ADudeFromCLE on Feb 12, 2017 19:04:13 GMT
KIWA Compound, Star Island, Miami FL.
We open up with JFK and Will sitting at the breakfast bar attached to the other side of the stove in the kitchen area of the KIWA compound where all members of KIWA are allowed to train, eat, and live if need be. Will and James are chowing down on some eggs and bacon when Chris comes walking down, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he then eyes the two eating.
Chris: Thanks for the wakeup call assholes.
JFK doesn’t look up just keeps eating while looking at a folded newspaper.
JFK: Ya snooze ya lose.
Will just burps in agreement, Chris shakes his head and looks outside where he sees Grandpa Kaos doing yoga out on the patio, in nothing but a banana hammock.
Chris: Aaaaand I just lost any appetite I had....
JFK: Be glad he's actually wearing something this morning.
Chris just shakes his head and turns around to head back to his room as Victoria Kaos comes walking by wearing a KIWA t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she looks shell shocked while on the phone.
Vic: Riley...uh huh...slowdown...uh huh...wait what...Riley....Riley....Riley....RILEY! Sorry...hold on a second here's the champ.
She holds the phone out towards James with a look on her face that says "take this before I throw it at you." JFK wipes his mouth and hands with a napkin before taking the phone while standing up to walk away from the kitchen area, Vic starts picking at Will's phone who looks at her like a rabid dog she just gives him a raspberry and goes to the fridge to grab a drink.
JFK: Riley, JFK here what can I do for you. Uh huh...wait...oh...Riley...Riley...Riley. Slow down. Listen, you aint dealing with The House or that little bitch Noah anymore, if you need something from us Riley, just ask. No need for the sales pitch, no need for the speed talking just to get it all out, you need us to be somewhere, we'll be there, no issues.
He listens for a second nodding.
JFK: Trust me I get it, they are a bunch of assholes who don't get or like what comes with the territory of being a champion, I do, and I have no issue with it, so just tell me when and where and I'll be there darlin’.
JFK snaps his fingers twice to get Vic's attention, he then motions to "write" something down.
JFK: Children's Hospital New Orleans, Wednesday. Noon to 2... Listen Riley I'm sorry...that's not going to work for me. Tell them I'll be there at 6 am and I'll stay until I've seen everyone....yes I'm positive, what’s the point of doing something like this if you neglect half the kids there, I'll be there as long as needed no worries....No need to thank me Riley it's my pleasure and hey listen, anything you need from us, just reach out to Victoria and she'll make it happen. Let KIWA work for you Riley, we are here to help IWF reach new heights..... OK thanks...you too Riley have a good day....thank you.
He hangs up the phone and tosses it to Victoria.
Vic: I drink a lot of coffee...I mean an obscene amounts...I think she might put me to shame.
Will: Someone should...
She steals another piece of bacon off his plate.
Vic: Consider it this month’s dues.
Will: You said that about the cake you took from me last night...
Vic: James, you have that thing on Wednesday also what should I do about..
JFK: Bump it, kids are more important than some logo designs that can be handled via e-mail.
Vic: It's not just logo designs it's a whole marketing campaign but sure I'll reschedule it.
JFK: If they have an issue with it, find a different marketing agency. Has anyone answered my Open Fight Night challenge?
Vic: No but my source in the head office told me that you will be defending the title.
JFK: OK...against?
Vic: They are rewarding the CWI winner Devlin Raine with a championship match.
JFK thinks about it a second, and nods in agreement.
JFK: Fair enough. Sounds fun.
He looks up at the clock then slaps Will on the back.
JFK: Ready to put in some work?
Will picks up the plate holds it to his mouth and tilts backwards letting the remaining eggs slide directly into his mouth, with a full mouth he responds.
Will: Lesss get it dawg.
Devlin Raine...The Destiny Dealer, The Dragon Slayer, The Hero of Time, and most importantly, and the one name that wasn’t made up by you, but actually earned, the first ever IWF CWI Winner.
I'm going to be frank with you Devlin, I'm a fan. I highly enjoy watching you work, both in and outside of that ring. I think you are one of the most gifted and charismatic young guys we have on the roster, hell I'd even go as far to say as you are one of the most talented and charismatic people on the ENTIRE roster, new or old. You have all the gifts in the world to be something great one day here in the IWF Devlin, hell you may even be Imperial Champion one day.
One day.
And as impressive as it was watching you tear through the CWI tournament and in turn earning your shot at MY Invictus Championship you shouldn’t view this as a reward Devlin.
Maybe if Noah was still holding this title then, then you could view this as a reward but
Noah's not the champion Devlin, I am. J.F.K.
Let me explain to you Devlin what you just got your ass into.
I'm James Franklin Karn, I am the current, and defending IWF Invictus Champion. A title that affords me certain liberties that allows me to defend this title, however is needed. A title that allows one of the most cerebral, viscous, and unforgivingly brutal men to EVER grace that ring, the ability to do WHATEVER it takes to retain this title. A man who is a jack of all trades and can wrestle with the best wrestlers, brawl with the best brawlers, fly with the best flyers and survive any and all on comers. I can and WILL do whatever it takes to defend this title Devlin.
Now, don't get it twisted, I'm not going to be like Noah and the rest of the Whores of Howlett and let other people fight my fights for me, even though there are no disqualifications when it comes to this title, I will NEVER have someone else come out an interfere with my match. Not under my watch, not while I am champion. So you don’t have to worry about Will or Chris roaming around ringside, hell they won’t even be in the crowd, I fight my fights alone, win or lose, no excuses.
This belt represents a lot of things, a lot of history goes into this belt and I am PROUD to wear it and call my self IWF's Invictus Champion, but the most important thing about this belt is what it represents, when you go into that ring and you are fighting for, or defending this belt, there are no excuses.
Let me repeat that for people like Noah who can't get it throw their thick head.
There are no excuses when it comes to this belt. You either survive, and defend it, or you don't.
And as much talent and charisma you have Devlin you lack the one thing that you need to be able to take this belt from me.
You don't have that killer instinct, the viciousness, and the cruelty that is needed to take this belt away from a man like me. You don't have it in you to go to the depths of hell to dance with The Devil.
I'm a man who has done things that many would consider evil, or cruel. I'd argue I've done what I've needed to do to survive. Hell son, I've buried my own brother alive, not for a title, not even for a title shot, but just because I wanted to, and I could. This is what you've earned Devlin, you've earned yourself a dance with a man who will shake your hand at the start of the match, and crush your skull in to end it.
Hey, maybe you'll prove me wrong and shock the world, maybe you will walk out in front of twelve thousand fans in the Cajundome in Lafayette, Louisiana as the new IWF Invictus Champion.
Maybe.
But doubtful.
I've fought way too long and way too hard to get this title Devlin to only lose it in my first title defense. You may be the first person I defend this title against, you may be number one on the list, but you are not THE one Devlin, you are not The One's one.
So I hope you bring your "A" game Devlin, because you are going to need it, you are going to have to bring your all if you wish to even THINK about leaving that arena with MY title. Because anything less Devlin, and it's going to be a short match. I want us to tear the roof off that building Devlin, I want us to make that crowd talk about both of us for YEARS to come, but at the end of the night, I'm going to prove I am what I say I am Devlin, and that's simply put...
Better than you.
Karn residence, Star Island, Miami FL. A few months ago.
JFK comes walking into his house, his Berger Picard dog comes running up barking and leaps at him. He catches the dog and lets him lick his face as he hears "Daddies home!" from down the hallway, a few seconds later and the sound of running feet getting closer we see Anna Molly, JFK's toddler, come running around the corner she looks ecstatic as she turns the corner and races towards her dad, but then she stops and quickly turns around and hides behind mom's leg.
JFK: What's wrong peanut?
She just points at him.
Anna: Bad daddy!
JFK and Christina Kaos-Karn exchange confused looks as he knees down.
JFK: Why's daddy a bad man Anna?
Anna: I don't like suit daddy....suit daddy is mean!
JFK is taken back by this a bit, he never realized that she was paying attention to what was going on at work but as she gets older it's not surprising. He nods his head.
JFK: OK...you don't like suit daddy so be it.
He tears off the jacket and throws it to the side, then undoes his tie and tosses it behind him loosening up the buttons on his shirt and rolling his sleeves up.
JFK: Better? No more suits.
She comes running up to him and gives him a big hug.
Anna: No more suit daddy, ever.
JFK: Deal.
He gives her a kiss then starts to tickle her.
JFK: But now it's time for PJ baby!
Anna: OK! Rainbow Dash?
JFK: You want to wear Rainbow Dash...I think we can arrange that.
He picks her up and gives his wife a kiss as he carries her past towards her room to change.
Once upon a time there was a knight named Sir Devlin Raine from the kingdom of Chi-Cago. He was a popular, talented, strong and valiant knight who the kingdom always sang praise over.
One day King Robert decided he wanted a contest to see who was the best of all the knights from around the known world were. Sir Devlin entered this knight’s tournament and after taking on 7 of the other kingdoms best, he won it.
At his victory feast, full of food booze and high from winning the tournament Sir Devlin declared that he and he alone would be the one to go down to the marshes of Okeechobeebee and defeat the Dragon of Karn and bring peace back to the great Kingdom of Chi-Cago.
So the next morning Sir Devlin gathered up his shinny armor, his weapons, and his steed and headed out to head down to the marshes of Okeechobeebee. After a short and uneventful trip Sir Devlin found the Dragon of Karn's lair. He marched in with a torch to light his way and found the dragon asleep on top of its collected bounty he has acquired over the millennia he's been around.
Sir Devlin still feeling immortal from taking out 7 of the world’s best marches right up to the dragon and declares. "Hail Dragon of Karn! I am Sir Devlin Raine of Chi-Cago, first of his name, and the man that will liberate us from your evil!" The dragon doesn’t move, he simply opens one eye and looks at the tiny human before him. "First of your name are you? And how many pups have you spawned human." Sir Devlin looks confused as to this question. "None! I've spent my life training for this very moment! It is time to meet your maker Dragon!" before Sir Devlin can even draw his sward he is engulfed in flames, and swiftly eaten by the dragon.
"And last of his name." the dragon goes back to his slumber.
Lesson here, Don't meddle in the affairs of dragons, to them you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
This is the fantasy world you are living in Devlin, this fair tail you think you are in, this date with destiny that you think you are on, is going to come crashing down to a very harsh, and cruel reality, that not all stories have happy endings. But hey maybe you can dream up of one with a happy ending after I crack your skull over my knee and put the final nail into your title aspirations. And as they are carting you to the back you can dream that sweet dream, but then you'll wake up Devlin, you'll wake up and think back, "How did I get here? And where is my prize I thought I won."
Then you'll retrace your steps on how you got there, you'll remember my arm wrapped around your neck, then being lifted upside down, all the blood rushing to your head just before you feel the crack of my knee, or a chair, or the turnbuckle, or the stairs, whatever I feel like crushing your head against, and for a split second before the lights go out, before you drift off to that sweet dream of yours where you actually walk out of Cajundome with MY Invictus Championship, you'll have one single final thought.
"Man, it sucks to be me."
Well howdy there pardner.