Post by Ed/RD/LD on Jan 25, 2018 22:11:00 GMT -5
{ Our scene slowly comes to life with the man known as Killian Kold seated silently in a dark room. He lightly rocks back and forth as he stares off into the distance. }
“When I was a boy my father always told me to work hard and anything is possible. Of course he would say that two thirds of the way through a bottle of whiskey before slapping me silly about my school grades. But the point stuck.”
{ Killian brings his hands up to his face and just grips both cheeks for a moment. }
“I used to hate that man. I used to dream of killing in. In detail. I had it planned out. I’d wear a black hoodie, gloves, creep up on him while he was headed into work at four AM. I’d hit him over the head with a weapon, didn’t matter what kind, I’d take all of his money, make it look like a robbery. Then I’d drag his body inside his business and cover him in gasolene before burning the whole place down. It was all so real in my mind…”
{ Killian seems to smile at the memory. }
“Of course he would kill himself before I got the chance. He took the cowards way out. And while his lessons are etched in my mind I can’t help but think about the fact he choose to run away instead of facing his fears. Ultimately he was a hypocrite. He beat me for what he perceived as weakness, claiming he was only making me stronger but when push came to shove he ran away. He took his own life. He died alone with no one to love him.”
“It still brings a smile to my face.”
“I’m glad he died thinking I hated him. I’m glad I spent the last year of his life pretending he was dead already. My only regret about his death is that I didn’t follow through with my plan and beat the living shit out of him myself.”
{ A frown passes over the lips of Killian as he suddenly stops rocking. }
“It’s an interesting dilemma to wonder how you would have matched up with the man who gave you life. I wonder if maybe he would have fought back, if he may have been able to resist me and actually over power me. I question even now if I am more man than he was. It keeps me awake at night.”
“Could I have won?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. But it’s a question I have sought to answer inside of a professional wrestling ring. I turned my back on the family business. I decided to follow my own little dream of being a competitor inside of a squared circle. I followed in the foot steps of someone who was more of a father to me than my own flesh and blood.”
{ For the first time Killian makes eye contact with the camera. }
“Spike Kane…”
“Oh how I have loved you. Your career, the things you have done, the absolute mayhem. I still quiver when I watch you versus your brother inside of the Dragon’s Den. Don’t even get me started on Xavier Cross. The things Spike Kane has done in his career, they speak to me on a spiritual level. Spike Kane is a man who is unapologetically himself.”
“Like me.”
“I don’t concern myself with whether I am loved or hated. I don’t aspire to be the best professional wrestler on the planet. My only desire when I step into a ring is to hurt the men standing opposed to me. I don’t care they’re good people, evil people, the fact they’re on the other side of the ring from me makes them my enemy.”
“And I want to hurt them.”
“Maybe that’s why Spike hired me. Maybe he seems some of himself in me and wants to nurture it. I don’t know. I don’t pretend to know the way a god works. What I do know is I’m facing Max Ramsey and Hungry Jack in my first Combat Wrestling match and I can’t stop thinking of all the ways I am going to hurt them.”
{ Killian laughs with a certain amount of joy in his voice. }
“I’ve broken bones and ended careers in high school gyms in front of two hundred people. This is the first time I’ll be able to do what I love ever so much in front of a world wide audience. Granted, our reach isn’t that far yet but word of mouth is strong and I believe people will come to witness the destruction I will cause.”
“The blood thirsty savages of professional wrestling will flock to the footage of me breaking the face of the most beautiful Max Ramsey. They will crowd around computer screens as I jam my fist down the throat of the professional eater Hungry Jack. They will come to bare witness to the rise of a new God of Violence as I slowly work my way through Spike Kane’s pet project.”
“I’m not looking to compete. I’m looking to maim.”
{ The glee in his voice is evident as he begins to rock again. }
“Your bodies are test subjects for me to determine how absolutely brutal I can be. How far is too far? How much is too much? I will discover this in our little match as I aim to rid Combat Wrestling of you before the ink dries on your contract. My words aren’t mere threats, I’m not just talking tough, I promise you my goal is to make sure neither of you ever wrestle again. That is all I want in the world. To beat your skulls in like the father I dreamed of killing. To see the two of you bleeding out in the center of the ring unable to ever compete again.”
“I dream of your deaths.”
“I dream of seeing that last of your blood leak from your body, I touch myself at the idea of witnessing your last breath. I fantasize about all the ways you will leave this world during out little contest. If you think you’re entering just another match you couldn’t be more wrong. This may very well be the last time you ever set foot in a professional wrestling ring.”
“Weakness cannot be tolerated.”
{ Our scene melts away on the sadistic grin of Killian Kold to a time long ago. Killian is a younger man now, no beard, short hair, his father towers over him with look of total disappointment. }
“What the fuck do you mean you want to be a wrestler!?”
{ His father yells at him as Killian shrinks back. }
“It’s my dream!”
“Dream!? You know what my dream is!?”
{ His father grabs him viciously with one hand as he rears back with the other. }
“My dream is to have a son who will carry on the family business!”
“But-”
{ Killian doesn’t get another word out as flesh strikes flesh and Kold falls to the hardwood floor beneath him. }
“Don’t talk back at me boy.”
“I-I hate you.”
“What was that?”
{ Killian’s father grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back to his feet. }
“What’d you say, boy?”
“I HATE YOU!”
{ With the fury of an atomic bomb Killian’s father struck him again. }
“What’d you say?”
“I… Hate… You…”
“You just don’t learn.”
{ Killian’s father pulled him back up to his feet again. Killian stiffened up and prepared himself for another shot. }
“Pathetic.”
{ But his father let him go and instead returned to the dinner table. Killian sighed with relief as his head throbbed from the blows. }
“Sit down.”
{ His father bellowed as he poured himself another shot. }
“SIT.”
{ Killian obliged all the while eyeing the steak knife next to his plate and imagining burying it deep in the neck of the man he called Dad. One day. One day he would be free… }
“When I was a boy my father always told me to work hard and anything is possible. Of course he would say that two thirds of the way through a bottle of whiskey before slapping me silly about my school grades. But the point stuck.”
{ Killian brings his hands up to his face and just grips both cheeks for a moment. }
“I used to hate that man. I used to dream of killing in. In detail. I had it planned out. I’d wear a black hoodie, gloves, creep up on him while he was headed into work at four AM. I’d hit him over the head with a weapon, didn’t matter what kind, I’d take all of his money, make it look like a robbery. Then I’d drag his body inside his business and cover him in gasolene before burning the whole place down. It was all so real in my mind…”
{ Killian seems to smile at the memory. }
“Of course he would kill himself before I got the chance. He took the cowards way out. And while his lessons are etched in my mind I can’t help but think about the fact he choose to run away instead of facing his fears. Ultimately he was a hypocrite. He beat me for what he perceived as weakness, claiming he was only making me stronger but when push came to shove he ran away. He took his own life. He died alone with no one to love him.”
“It still brings a smile to my face.”
“I’m glad he died thinking I hated him. I’m glad I spent the last year of his life pretending he was dead already. My only regret about his death is that I didn’t follow through with my plan and beat the living shit out of him myself.”
{ A frown passes over the lips of Killian as he suddenly stops rocking. }
“It’s an interesting dilemma to wonder how you would have matched up with the man who gave you life. I wonder if maybe he would have fought back, if he may have been able to resist me and actually over power me. I question even now if I am more man than he was. It keeps me awake at night.”
“Could I have won?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. But it’s a question I have sought to answer inside of a professional wrestling ring. I turned my back on the family business. I decided to follow my own little dream of being a competitor inside of a squared circle. I followed in the foot steps of someone who was more of a father to me than my own flesh and blood.”
{ For the first time Killian makes eye contact with the camera. }
“Spike Kane…”
“Oh how I have loved you. Your career, the things you have done, the absolute mayhem. I still quiver when I watch you versus your brother inside of the Dragon’s Den. Don’t even get me started on Xavier Cross. The things Spike Kane has done in his career, they speak to me on a spiritual level. Spike Kane is a man who is unapologetically himself.”
“Like me.”
“I don’t concern myself with whether I am loved or hated. I don’t aspire to be the best professional wrestler on the planet. My only desire when I step into a ring is to hurt the men standing opposed to me. I don’t care they’re good people, evil people, the fact they’re on the other side of the ring from me makes them my enemy.”
“And I want to hurt them.”
“Maybe that’s why Spike hired me. Maybe he seems some of himself in me and wants to nurture it. I don’t know. I don’t pretend to know the way a god works. What I do know is I’m facing Max Ramsey and Hungry Jack in my first Combat Wrestling match and I can’t stop thinking of all the ways I am going to hurt them.”
{ Killian laughs with a certain amount of joy in his voice. }
“I’ve broken bones and ended careers in high school gyms in front of two hundred people. This is the first time I’ll be able to do what I love ever so much in front of a world wide audience. Granted, our reach isn’t that far yet but word of mouth is strong and I believe people will come to witness the destruction I will cause.”
“The blood thirsty savages of professional wrestling will flock to the footage of me breaking the face of the most beautiful Max Ramsey. They will crowd around computer screens as I jam my fist down the throat of the professional eater Hungry Jack. They will come to bare witness to the rise of a new God of Violence as I slowly work my way through Spike Kane’s pet project.”
“I’m not looking to compete. I’m looking to maim.”
{ The glee in his voice is evident as he begins to rock again. }
“Your bodies are test subjects for me to determine how absolutely brutal I can be. How far is too far? How much is too much? I will discover this in our little match as I aim to rid Combat Wrestling of you before the ink dries on your contract. My words aren’t mere threats, I’m not just talking tough, I promise you my goal is to make sure neither of you ever wrestle again. That is all I want in the world. To beat your skulls in like the father I dreamed of killing. To see the two of you bleeding out in the center of the ring unable to ever compete again.”
“I dream of your deaths.”
“I dream of seeing that last of your blood leak from your body, I touch myself at the idea of witnessing your last breath. I fantasize about all the ways you will leave this world during out little contest. If you think you’re entering just another match you couldn’t be more wrong. This may very well be the last time you ever set foot in a professional wrestling ring.”
“Weakness cannot be tolerated.”
{ Our scene melts away on the sadistic grin of Killian Kold to a time long ago. Killian is a younger man now, no beard, short hair, his father towers over him with look of total disappointment. }
“What the fuck do you mean you want to be a wrestler!?”
{ His father yells at him as Killian shrinks back. }
“It’s my dream!”
“Dream!? You know what my dream is!?”
{ His father grabs him viciously with one hand as he rears back with the other. }
“My dream is to have a son who will carry on the family business!”
“But-”
{ Killian doesn’t get another word out as flesh strikes flesh and Kold falls to the hardwood floor beneath him. }
“Don’t talk back at me boy.”
“I-I hate you.”
“What was that?”
{ Killian’s father grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back to his feet. }
“What’d you say, boy?”
“I HATE YOU!”
{ With the fury of an atomic bomb Killian’s father struck him again. }
“What’d you say?”
“I… Hate… You…”
“You just don’t learn.”
{ Killian’s father pulled him back up to his feet again. Killian stiffened up and prepared himself for another shot. }
“Pathetic.”
{ But his father let him go and instead returned to the dinner table. Killian sighed with relief as his head throbbed from the blows. }
“Sit down.”
{ His father bellowed as he poured himself another shot. }
“SIT.”
{ Killian obliged all the while eyeing the steak knife next to his plate and imagining burying it deep in the neck of the man he called Dad. One day. One day he would be free… }
