Post by vastrix on Apr 30, 2022 19:13:02 GMT -5
“Deathstryke” Cyan Komar sits at his breakfast nook and sips at a coffee while he watches his children sparring with wooden swords. His children: Komar Xia, who is a thirteen year old boy and Komar Shun, a fourteen year old son, fight like their very lives depend on it. When actually, the first to three points wins the ability to select dessert for the evening’s meal.
Cyan Komar: Xia, lift your guard! Shun is going to pound you with overhead attacks otherwise. Shun, not so hard! This isn’t a battle to the death.
Shun batters at Xia’s defenses until Xia holds his attacker in place as Shun leans close with a fiery intensity in his eyes. He whispers to his smaller sibling.
Komar Shun: Someday it will be to the death…
Xia’s eyes go wide with fright and he lets loose a scream that causes Shun to back up.
Komar Xia: DADDY! Shun is threatening me again!
Cyan Komar: Shun?
Komar Shun: I was only joking!
Cyan Komar: Not something to joke about, Shun. Apologize!
Shun’s eyes narrow at Xia, promising violence later. He bows respectfully.
Komar Shun: I am sorry that my little joke has offended you. I will not joke about death again.
Xia breathes in deep and lets it out as a sigh. It’s not like he hasn’t made this same apology once a week for months, but Shun is his brother so he bows respectfully as well.
Komar Xia: Thank you for the apology. Shun. It means a lot to me.
They go back to sparring while Cyan checks a message on his smartphone.
Cyan Komar: Hmmm. Children, let’s call it a day. Go bother your mother for some ice cream or something.
The children drop their wooden swords and race away, presumably to discover who can get to their mother, Tehuai Zetian, first and thus be able to get their ice cream first. Cyan chuckles and goes back to his phone.
Cyan Komar: It seems that Hardkore World has reopened after all of this time and I am invited to come fight in the opening tournament to determine who would become the returning Hardkore World Champion. If I were to accept, I would face Syberus. The last owner of Hardkore World as I recall after Jonnie Valentine “retired”. You know what he did with it. He turned it right into a dump. A pathetic shadow of a great company that it was under Jonnie Valentine. Now Jonnie is back…and so am I.
Cyan takes a sip of his coffee, savoring the flavor and warmth of the beverage.
Cyan Komar: Syberus, a waste of space. All he can do is hype himself up. Does Hardkore World need marketing? I don’t think so. They need people who know how to fight for the fans. They need people who know how to work their spots and hit their marks. I am still capable of doing that, despite not having graced a ring since 2006. I am capable of cutting through the bullshit that Syberus is to the frightened child at the core of his being to expose him for what he truly is. I stand unafraid and unimpressed.
Syberus, didn’t you do a tour of duty at that cheap Hardkore World knockoff called SWAT? How well did you do there, champ? You won a minor title and ran with your tail between your legs when you were defeated. Is that how a warrior faces adversity? No. A warrior can accept defeat if he gathers his being and gets up to try again. You fled. I think I also saw you at Fireside? I might have been mistaken though. Worthless.
When the going gets tough, the Great Syberus is gone with the wind. I don’t even know if I would have included you in the tournament for the title knowing that you are a scum sucking, cowardly swine. But, I suppose I don’t have any control over that.
What will you do after you lose to me, hmm? Will you run again? Will you say that this isn’t the Hardkore World of old and run away to some other company? Or will you retire once again until another promoter begs you out of retirement with a tease of possible gold?
Cyan picks up a shuriken from the table and turns it over in his hand.
Cyan Komar: Or, will I use this to end you? It won’t end your crooked line, but it will eliminate the biggest shame amongst your kin.
Cyan seems to consider things for a moment before he sends the shuriken flying with a flick of his wrist. A scream goes out from a blonde girl with curly hair as the throwing star thunks into the wall just an inch from her head.
Girl: You could have killed me, you lunatic!
Cyan picks up another shuriken and reveals that he actually has three by sliding them away from each other in his hand like cards.
Cyan Komar: What makes you think that I was trying to kill you? Shall I try again or will you be telling me who you are and what you are doing here?
The girl looks at the shuriken embedded in the wall and swallows hard. She puts up a cheery facade.
Girl: My name is Isabella von Krauss and I am here with an opportunity for you.
Cyan’s eyes narrow as he regards the girl, but he relaxes and motions to the chair opposite him.
Cyan Komar: Come and sit, Ms. von Krauss. What is this opportunity?
Isabella smiles big as she takes her seat across from Cyan.
Isabella von Krauss: I know this might be old news to you, but are you aware that “the Brain” Allen Anderson was killed during a Riot Star Wrestling show years ago? He was manipulated into selling his companies without Warhammer Corporate consent and you know how they feel about people leaving the company.
Cyan Komar looks at Isabella. This isn’t new news, but what is he to do about it?
Cyan Komar: What does his death have to do with me? It just means I no longer have a manager when I go to Hardkore World to fight Syberus.
Isabella von Krauss: How would you like to avenge the death of Anderson upon the man behind the manipulations that led to his untimely end?
Now Cyan perks up with a slow smile.
Cyan Komar: I wouldn’t mind, but Armand von Krauss stays on his airship and can’t be struck down. I can’t fly or anything.
Isabella von Krauss: He’ll be in London coming up. There’s a company called Wrestle: UK that he’s signed up for. You can catch him there and kill him. Easy peasy. The show will be at the O2 Arena in London.
Cyan seems to think about it for a few minutes before he nods.
Cyan Komar: I will go to London then. The stain on my honor that I was not there to protect Mr. Anderson was great. Armand will not survive the night.
Isabella smiles.
Isabella von Krauss: That’s what I like to hear. Kill that mother fucker dead.
She walks out, leaving Cyan to muse on his thoughts.
Cyan Komar: You’re in my sights now, Armand.
Cyan Komar: Xia, lift your guard! Shun is going to pound you with overhead attacks otherwise. Shun, not so hard! This isn’t a battle to the death.
Shun batters at Xia’s defenses until Xia holds his attacker in place as Shun leans close with a fiery intensity in his eyes. He whispers to his smaller sibling.
Komar Shun: Someday it will be to the death…
Xia’s eyes go wide with fright and he lets loose a scream that causes Shun to back up.
Komar Xia: DADDY! Shun is threatening me again!
Cyan Komar: Shun?
Komar Shun: I was only joking!
Cyan Komar: Not something to joke about, Shun. Apologize!
Shun’s eyes narrow at Xia, promising violence later. He bows respectfully.
Komar Shun: I am sorry that my little joke has offended you. I will not joke about death again.
Xia breathes in deep and lets it out as a sigh. It’s not like he hasn’t made this same apology once a week for months, but Shun is his brother so he bows respectfully as well.
Komar Xia: Thank you for the apology. Shun. It means a lot to me.
They go back to sparring while Cyan checks a message on his smartphone.
Cyan Komar: Hmmm. Children, let’s call it a day. Go bother your mother for some ice cream or something.
The children drop their wooden swords and race away, presumably to discover who can get to their mother, Tehuai Zetian, first and thus be able to get their ice cream first. Cyan chuckles and goes back to his phone.
Cyan Komar: It seems that Hardkore World has reopened after all of this time and I am invited to come fight in the opening tournament to determine who would become the returning Hardkore World Champion. If I were to accept, I would face Syberus. The last owner of Hardkore World as I recall after Jonnie Valentine “retired”. You know what he did with it. He turned it right into a dump. A pathetic shadow of a great company that it was under Jonnie Valentine. Now Jonnie is back…and so am I.
Cyan takes a sip of his coffee, savoring the flavor and warmth of the beverage.
Cyan Komar: Syberus, a waste of space. All he can do is hype himself up. Does Hardkore World need marketing? I don’t think so. They need people who know how to fight for the fans. They need people who know how to work their spots and hit their marks. I am still capable of doing that, despite not having graced a ring since 2006. I am capable of cutting through the bullshit that Syberus is to the frightened child at the core of his being to expose him for what he truly is. I stand unafraid and unimpressed.
Syberus, didn’t you do a tour of duty at that cheap Hardkore World knockoff called SWAT? How well did you do there, champ? You won a minor title and ran with your tail between your legs when you were defeated. Is that how a warrior faces adversity? No. A warrior can accept defeat if he gathers his being and gets up to try again. You fled. I think I also saw you at Fireside? I might have been mistaken though. Worthless.
When the going gets tough, the Great Syberus is gone with the wind. I don’t even know if I would have included you in the tournament for the title knowing that you are a scum sucking, cowardly swine. But, I suppose I don’t have any control over that.
What will you do after you lose to me, hmm? Will you run again? Will you say that this isn’t the Hardkore World of old and run away to some other company? Or will you retire once again until another promoter begs you out of retirement with a tease of possible gold?
Cyan picks up a shuriken from the table and turns it over in his hand.
Cyan Komar: Or, will I use this to end you? It won’t end your crooked line, but it will eliminate the biggest shame amongst your kin.
Cyan seems to consider things for a moment before he sends the shuriken flying with a flick of his wrist. A scream goes out from a blonde girl with curly hair as the throwing star thunks into the wall just an inch from her head.
Girl: You could have killed me, you lunatic!
Cyan picks up another shuriken and reveals that he actually has three by sliding them away from each other in his hand like cards.
Cyan Komar: What makes you think that I was trying to kill you? Shall I try again or will you be telling me who you are and what you are doing here?
The girl looks at the shuriken embedded in the wall and swallows hard. She puts up a cheery facade.
Girl: My name is Isabella von Krauss and I am here with an opportunity for you.
Cyan’s eyes narrow as he regards the girl, but he relaxes and motions to the chair opposite him.
Cyan Komar: Come and sit, Ms. von Krauss. What is this opportunity?
Isabella smiles big as she takes her seat across from Cyan.
Isabella von Krauss: I know this might be old news to you, but are you aware that “the Brain” Allen Anderson was killed during a Riot Star Wrestling show years ago? He was manipulated into selling his companies without Warhammer Corporate consent and you know how they feel about people leaving the company.
Cyan Komar looks at Isabella. This isn’t new news, but what is he to do about it?
Cyan Komar: What does his death have to do with me? It just means I no longer have a manager when I go to Hardkore World to fight Syberus.
Isabella von Krauss: How would you like to avenge the death of Anderson upon the man behind the manipulations that led to his untimely end?
Now Cyan perks up with a slow smile.
Cyan Komar: I wouldn’t mind, but Armand von Krauss stays on his airship and can’t be struck down. I can’t fly or anything.
Isabella von Krauss: He’ll be in London coming up. There’s a company called Wrestle: UK that he’s signed up for. You can catch him there and kill him. Easy peasy. The show will be at the O2 Arena in London.
Cyan seems to think about it for a few minutes before he nods.
Cyan Komar: I will go to London then. The stain on my honor that I was not there to protect Mr. Anderson was great. Armand will not survive the night.
Isabella smiles.
Isabella von Krauss: That’s what I like to hear. Kill that mother fucker dead.
She walks out, leaving Cyan to muse on his thoughts.
Cyan Komar: You’re in my sights now, Armand.
