The Sakura Killa | Killa Kai RP
Aug 27, 2019 8:16:43 GMT -5
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Post by The King on Aug 27, 2019 8:16:43 GMT -5
Amidst the dark depths of Japan's Underground sits Killa Kai. He wears upon his young, wore-torn body a standard black hoodie - a sight almost surprising for someone so popularized for being shrouded in mystery. The shadows of the Rising Sun's dusk stark a contrast between what we can, and cannot see.
The Sakura tree... More commonly known as the "Cherry Blossom"...
Kai plays with the strand of black dangling off of his hoodie. People listen as he talks, but do not bother him for respect is prevalent in these places.
The "Cherry Blossom" represents the fragility and the beauty of life. It's a reminder that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful but that it is also tragically short in nature.
He scoffs.
Ironic.
He turns his head towards what is in front of him - us.
Because I feel that epitomizes you as a team, Sakura-Gun.
People do not stare.
You have your spouts of greatness, your moments of joy - granted, I haven't found much success when looking back at past SSS archives of you collectively wrestling, but you must have done something impressive to earn a title shot for the XHF World Tag Team Championship - Was it lose to my partner, Drago Santiago, and his former partner Maverick no less than a month ago? Because if it was then fair enough, but that fairy-tale story of yours will be cut tragically short in due time - because Drago doesn't have Maverick on his team anymore...
He slowly points a finger into his chest.
He has the Killa, Kai.
He smirks.
And I'm going to put you away for good.
Kai stands before a business-suit man clad in all black, he is Japanese. Kai still wears on his body the black hoodie, but this time an all too familiar stare has implemented itself upon his face.
Where is it?
The business man sits harshly upon a black chair, leather briefcase in his right hand. Both men share the luxury of a private diner, some sort of hidden cubicle in the corner of a closed off restaurant. The Japanese man looks determined to strike a deal with the Killa, and more so anything else set in his sights. Kai pulls an apple from out of his pocket, which startles the man - who draws his gun at the sight of Kai reaching down into his pocket.
You think this is some kind of sick fucking joke, Mr. Kaitano?
Kai simply smirks and shakes his head, biting into the apple as the Japanese man continues to stare, perplexed.
If I were joking, Mr. Ingunzi, I wouldn't be eating a fucking apple...
Kai reaches out his hand, offering the man a bite. Mr. Ingunzi, as we now know him as, smacks the apple from out of Kai's hand - fuming at the gesture.
We didn't meet to discuss fucking apples, Mr. Kaitano - we came to strike a deal...
Kai slowly nods his head, looking down at the apple rolling on the floor - he slowly turns his head back to the Japanese man and taps his finger on the briefcase.
You're right...
Mr. Ingunzi slowly places his hands over the briefcase locks, clicking them open and slowly pulling the top off to reveal a wad of cash.
We didn't come to talk apples...
Kai reached into the briefcase, testing out the integrity of the cash.
We came to talk cherries...
Mr. Ingunzi would snarl his nose before slamming the lid shut.
What the fuck are you on about, Mr. Kaitano?
Kai slowly ripped the cash in his hand, splitting the notes into half.
You heard me, Mr. Ingunzi... Cherries...
Mr. Ingunzi would remove the briefcase from off of the table, instead replacing it with a gun - pointed directly at Kai's chest.
Fucking cherries?!
Kai chuckled to himself.
I know you have them, Mr. Ingunzi...
Mr. Ingunzi tightened his grip on the gun.
You are but a boy - a boy pretending to be a man... I could fucking kill you, right here... Right now...
Kai shrugged.
Then do it, Mr. Ingunzi...
The Japanese man snarled his nose like never before, lifting the gun up and this time pointing it at Kai's head.
What the fuck do you want cherries for, Mr. Kaitano?
Kai smirked.
Because I hear they are grown on the Sakura Tree.
Mr. Ingunzi would slam his fist on the table.
How the fuck do yo-
You've been apart of the Sakura Mafia for over a year now, Mr. Ingunzi... And yet despite this you still play pretend as a member of the Saidai Family... I've been keeping tabs on you...
Mr. Ingunzi snapped to his feet and launched forward, placing the gun on Kai's forehead - Kai wouldn't move a muscle, remaining calm.
And if a mere boy like me were to have found out... Then surely everyone in the whole fucking world knows...
Mr. Ingunzi's hand began to shake.
You were sent here to kill me - this was a ruse!
Kai slowly stood up, arms in the air.
Woah now, who said anything about killing?
Mr. Ingunzi let off an almight roar.
Don't fuck with me Mr. Kaitano - I know why they call you the Killa!
Kai would slowly bend down, picking up the apple from off of the floor.
I see you've done your research aswell...
He took one last bite, a tiny blade revealing itself at the core of the apple - Mr. Ingunzi could not see it for the hole was facing the Killa.
Well then you must be wondering what the fuck a wrestler from the XHF is doing messing around with Japanese mobsters...
As quick as the wind Kai sliced the apple across the man's throat - dropping him to the floor.
Truth be told, Mr. Ingunzi...
It's all for fun. I like to think of it as a side-hobby.
Kai would slowly reach down and pick the briefcase up from off of the table.
Goodbye, Mr. Ingunzi.
Kai dropped the apple next to the Japanese man's body, exiting the restaurant with his hoodie back up.
As soon as he stepped outside the familiar face of Drago Santiago was seen, Drago looked perplexed at the blood on Kai's hand and the briefcase in his right.
What the fuck have you just done, Kai...
Kai shoved the briefcase into Drago's chest.
Sent a message, my friend.
Drago looked at the briefcase in bewilderment.
By fucking around with notorious gangs?! Stealing their money and killing their fucking soldiers?!
Kai bent down and began re-tying his shoelace.
It's all a bit of fun at the end of the day...
Drago opened the briefcase and inspected the money.
Fuck me-
You're a wrestler, Kai - a fucking wrestler... You're getting way ahead of yourself. They'll target me next, and Draven - you've fucked us Kai, you've fucking fucked us!
Kai stood back up, staring with a smile.
Calm down, my friend. The XHF Network is one of the biggest media companies in the whole entire world - you don't think they have mafia connections of their own? We're safe, Drago - we're safe.
You joined my side for stability, Kai! You joined the Cure for stability! Now you go and do this... You fuck around and do... THIS?!
Chill, Drago. Chill. I get bored easily, I only did it to pass the time - besides, the Saidi Family paid me well to get rid of that scumbag - we're safe whilst we're here in Japan, they own most of the fucking place. They've got our back - the Sakura Mafia will never know it was us...
Unfortunately...
Drago's eyes widened.
Unfortunately?!
Kai grabbed the money back out of Drago's hand.
I did it to send a message, Drago - we face the Sakura-Gun in a few days - wanted to make them shit themselves for the fun of it.
Drago exploded into laughter.
For the fucking fun of it?! You absolute wanker, they might just fucking pull out of the match!
Kai smirked.
Well they won't get far...