Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:45:17 GMT -5
Boston Massachusetts, one of the biggest college capitals in the country, and home to millions of future lawyers. But today we find out selves in the boardroom of one of the largest firms in the world. My wife and I, who are dressed in our finest I might add, are greeted at the door by one of the partners, we go through the formalities of greetings, I shake hands, my wife kisses cheeks, and then we all sit down at a huge conference table.
"So glad you guys could make it in person, really what we have here is just a formality of paper signing but it's great to see you two again, especially you Ms. Kaos"
"Kaos-Karn, I've taken my husband’s name but kept my own for business reasons."
"Of course I apologize."
"No need, and you can call me Christina."
"Well Christina, and James, we have drafted up the paperwork you've requested and if you would like to go over it we can get it signed and delivered to the courts as soon as possible."
I'm already flipping through the packet of papers, everything we requested is there plus a few revisions to make sure we are covered. All the I's are dotted and the T's are crossed. I grab a pen and start signing where I need to.
"Do you have any questions for us James?"
"No sir, everything here looks to be in order."
I slide the paper over to my wife, she takes a look over it as I sip some water from the fancy glass cups they have on the tables. She signs everywhere she needs to sign and slides the paper back over to the team of lawyers. The main partner looks it over and smiles.
"Excellent everything seems to be in order."
We all stand up and start shaking hands.
"By this time next week Kaos INC Wrestlers Alliance otherwise known as K.I.W.A. will be a full blown union. Congratulations James, it's a pleasure doing business with you again, and always a pleasure doing business with Kaos INC Christina."
"The pleasure was all ours, Thank you once again."
The powers to be finally put their cash cow on a paid per view and of course the ratings were through the roof.
But just when you thought they got their own head's outta their asses they go and put me in a tables match with that savage Teddy Steele.
I never agreed to a tables match.
Why would I?
What point would that server me besides risking injury by getting into such a dangerous match with that savage?
Just for a few points in some stupid tournament because the company is too damn inept to have a proper World Champion?
I should just do whatever it is they say I should do?
Why?
I have rights.
Yet I still showed up, I put on the match ever though my heart really wasn’t into it, and I lost.
I got put threw a table by a savage beast that could have ended my career before I got what I wanted.
Before I got what I DESERVE.
I want my Man of Steel rematch, I will GET my Man of Steel rematch, no matter what the powers to be say.
I don't need this Heir to the Throne tournament, why would I, just to earn a right at Jason Mathews?
Really?
I could beat that clown in my sleep, I don't need to prove myself in this bullshit.
But the powers to be decided to use me as their mule, to draw in ratings, to get eyes on the set because without JFK this tournament is a JOKE.
At least they were smart enough this week to put me in the main event. They are learning when you put JFK's name on the top of the marquee tickets sell, and they sell faster than ever.
And this week is no different.
JFK vs Falcon.
A dream match, a paid per view caliber match, for free on TV.
But Falcon is not what he once was, and to be quite honest, I never thought he was that much to begin with.
Look up overrated and Falcon's picture will be right there next to the description.
But the dude has a following, and he has made a career out of getting lucky by beating top dogs in the business like myself. So I won't be taking you lightly Kyle, but I don't respect you either.
Now I'm sure your cute little mouth piece will come out here and run her dick holder about how everyone on the internet thinks you are old, washed up, a has been, and how you REALLY ain't, how you are really still the wrestler you always were.
But let's be honest Kyle.
You ain’t buying the crap she is selling, and neither am I.
You're a spot monkey at best, and after all the years of you damaging your body to entertain these sheep you've become warn down, you’re a shell of your former self.
You'll deny it, or she will because you ain’t talking these days, probably for the better your voice is like nails on a chalk board, but the fact remains Kyle, I know it and you know it.
You've lost a step. Maybe even two.
Where me? I'm just as dangerous of a striker as I've ever been, if not the BEST striker in the business today. And I don't plan on going anywhere, see with my style I can do this for years on end without losing a step at all, I've been doing new motion training, and yoga to keep my body nimble and limber, weight training to keep my body at peek physical condition, and I don't put my body on the line in needless displays of flippity flopities.
Can you say the same Kyle? Can you honestly say that the years of wear and tear are not getting to you? Look at you Kyle, you just...look old. The crow’s feet around your eyes, the bags under them, I mean granted you've always had bags under your eyes but they look ever worse than normal.
But yet you can't seem to stop, you can't seem to stay away. And for what? To prove what?
Mad at me because I used the hashtag Immortal once? Guess what Kyle, you don't own the copywrite on that, and the IWF is in is Immoral Era, as I told you before but because you can't get it through your thick head I'll spell it out again for you.
It had nothing to do with you, you were not even a thought in my brain when I posted that, because in my world Kyle, you don't exists.
And after this week, you won't matter.
This is a dream match for some Kyle, as far as I can remember we've never been in the ring against each other one on one. This is a match that fans have been asking for for years, but like most thing's people think they want, once they get it it's never like they imagined.
This dream match will be a nightmare for you Kyle, a nightmare that you will not be able to wake up from, a nightmare where I drop you on your head and put the final nail into your title aspirations, I don't care about this tournament Kyle, but I sure as shit don't want to see you winning it.
So come this Monday at Agganis Arena in Boston Massachusetts, you get into the ring with a man who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain and will have no qualms destroying a feeble old man to get what he wants.
Sucks to be you.
"So glad you guys could make it in person, really what we have here is just a formality of paper signing but it's great to see you two again, especially you Ms. Kaos"
"Kaos-Karn, I've taken my husband’s name but kept my own for business reasons."
"Of course I apologize."
"No need, and you can call me Christina."
"Well Christina, and James, we have drafted up the paperwork you've requested and if you would like to go over it we can get it signed and delivered to the courts as soon as possible."
I'm already flipping through the packet of papers, everything we requested is there plus a few revisions to make sure we are covered. All the I's are dotted and the T's are crossed. I grab a pen and start signing where I need to.
"Do you have any questions for us James?"
"No sir, everything here looks to be in order."
I slide the paper over to my wife, she takes a look over it as I sip some water from the fancy glass cups they have on the tables. She signs everywhere she needs to sign and slides the paper back over to the team of lawyers. The main partner looks it over and smiles.
"Excellent everything seems to be in order."
We all stand up and start shaking hands.
"By this time next week Kaos INC Wrestlers Alliance otherwise known as K.I.W.A. will be a full blown union. Congratulations James, it's a pleasure doing business with you again, and always a pleasure doing business with Kaos INC Christina."
"The pleasure was all ours, Thank you once again."
The powers to be finally put their cash cow on a paid per view and of course the ratings were through the roof.
But just when you thought they got their own head's outta their asses they go and put me in a tables match with that savage Teddy Steele.
I never agreed to a tables match.
Why would I?
What point would that server me besides risking injury by getting into such a dangerous match with that savage?
Just for a few points in some stupid tournament because the company is too damn inept to have a proper World Champion?
I should just do whatever it is they say I should do?
Why?
I have rights.
Yet I still showed up, I put on the match ever though my heart really wasn’t into it, and I lost.
I got put threw a table by a savage beast that could have ended my career before I got what I wanted.
Before I got what I DESERVE.
I want my Man of Steel rematch, I will GET my Man of Steel rematch, no matter what the powers to be say.
I don't need this Heir to the Throne tournament, why would I, just to earn a right at Jason Mathews?
Really?
I could beat that clown in my sleep, I don't need to prove myself in this bullshit.
But the powers to be decided to use me as their mule, to draw in ratings, to get eyes on the set because without JFK this tournament is a JOKE.
At least they were smart enough this week to put me in the main event. They are learning when you put JFK's name on the top of the marquee tickets sell, and they sell faster than ever.
And this week is no different.
JFK vs Falcon.
A dream match, a paid per view caliber match, for free on TV.
But Falcon is not what he once was, and to be quite honest, I never thought he was that much to begin with.
Look up overrated and Falcon's picture will be right there next to the description.
But the dude has a following, and he has made a career out of getting lucky by beating top dogs in the business like myself. So I won't be taking you lightly Kyle, but I don't respect you either.
Now I'm sure your cute little mouth piece will come out here and run her dick holder about how everyone on the internet thinks you are old, washed up, a has been, and how you REALLY ain't, how you are really still the wrestler you always were.
But let's be honest Kyle.
You ain’t buying the crap she is selling, and neither am I.
You're a spot monkey at best, and after all the years of you damaging your body to entertain these sheep you've become warn down, you’re a shell of your former self.
You'll deny it, or she will because you ain’t talking these days, probably for the better your voice is like nails on a chalk board, but the fact remains Kyle, I know it and you know it.
You've lost a step. Maybe even two.
Where me? I'm just as dangerous of a striker as I've ever been, if not the BEST striker in the business today. And I don't plan on going anywhere, see with my style I can do this for years on end without losing a step at all, I've been doing new motion training, and yoga to keep my body nimble and limber, weight training to keep my body at peek physical condition, and I don't put my body on the line in needless displays of flippity flopities.
Can you say the same Kyle? Can you honestly say that the years of wear and tear are not getting to you? Look at you Kyle, you just...look old. The crow’s feet around your eyes, the bags under them, I mean granted you've always had bags under your eyes but they look ever worse than normal.
But yet you can't seem to stop, you can't seem to stay away. And for what? To prove what?
Mad at me because I used the hashtag Immortal once? Guess what Kyle, you don't own the copywrite on that, and the IWF is in is Immoral Era, as I told you before but because you can't get it through your thick head I'll spell it out again for you.
It had nothing to do with you, you were not even a thought in my brain when I posted that, because in my world Kyle, you don't exists.
And after this week, you won't matter.
This is a dream match for some Kyle, as far as I can remember we've never been in the ring against each other one on one. This is a match that fans have been asking for for years, but like most thing's people think they want, once they get it it's never like they imagined.
This dream match will be a nightmare for you Kyle, a nightmare that you will not be able to wake up from, a nightmare where I drop you on your head and put the final nail into your title aspirations, I don't care about this tournament Kyle, but I sure as shit don't want to see you winning it.
So come this Monday at Agganis Arena in Boston Massachusetts, you get into the ring with a man who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain and will have no qualms destroying a feeble old man to get what he wants.
Sucks to be you.
Have you been a victim of an overzealous front office?
Forced out of matches that you were cleared to wrestle?
Forced into matches that you should have never been in in the first place?
Forced to work with injury?
Maybe they put you in a tag match with a partner who would never in a million years watch your back putting you in a dangerous career ending situation?
If this or any other slights have been pushed upon you, you have hope, you have a way to act.
Kaos INC Wrestlers Alliance is a union for wrestlers, by wrestlers to protect the rights of wrestlers.
Together, we can take back our business.
Together we can make the IWF great again.
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