Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:46:36 GMT -5
Earlier this week, KAOS Inc HQ in Seattle WA.
Another week, another week off due to everyone being too scared to step into the ring with me, James Franklin Karn, so good you have to say all 3 names. Ryan Shane is too much of a coward to give me another title shot, I've grown tired of beating up Addison Starr, and honestly there's until the Imperial Championship is settled there's really no one else worthy of ME calling out.
So I've taken this time to head out west to our corporate office to check on a few things I have in the works. I got some Pink Floyd jamming in the background as I go over some missed e-mails. Some funny meme's from my buddies Venom and Charlie, an invite to Doc's birthday party, that's going to be a gas, but mostly E-mails with spreadsheets that I could give two shits about, not my department, above my pay grade as they say. But then I see one that catches my eye, "Project KIWA: Complete".
Excellent.
I press a button on my Cisco IP phone that calls to my secretary.
"Hello Mr. Karn how can I help you today?"
"Get a hold of R.N.D and tell them to bring me Project KIWA"
"Yes sir, they've been waiting for you to come into the office, they'll be right up."
"Thanks Jan, and you can take the rest of the day off."
"Thank you sir."
I hang up after that, Jan's a good worker but she doesn’t have to work all that often these days because, well let’s face it now that I'm back at IWF full-time I'm not in the office very often, hell who are we kidding, I haven’t been in the office since I've come back, and I'm only here to check on KIWA. A few minutes later I hear a knocking on my door. I press a button and the doors swing open and two nerdy looking men enter my office that overlooks downtown Seattle, the Space Needle clearly seen in the background. Both men are carrying a briefcase each and walk into the room placing both onto the conference table to the side of the office. I make my way over to the table and they open both cases, my eyes light up and a sly grin comes creeping across my face.
"Oh...this will work, this will work VERY much."
I motion for them to close the cases.
"Pack them up and have them shipped to my house in Miami I'll take care of the delivery after that, thank you."
Both men bow and head out the room as JFK makes his way to the window and looks out to the city.
"Sometimes, you just have to do things yourself to get results."
Early evening just before sunset, Seaside Park Lighthouse, just south of Webster Bank Arena, Bridgeport, Connecticut
We open up with JFK standing at the top of the Seaside Park Lighthouse, leaning over on the rail looking out across the bay.
"The only good thing about Bridgeport, Connecticut is how close it is to Long Island and one of the greatest cities in the world, New York City. But that's about it. Like most other cities surrounding the Big Apple, it lives in the cities shadow, trying to ride it's coat tails but failing to live up to its own hype."
JFK gives a small grin.
"Not so much different than my tag partner this week, Ryan Shane. A man who will ride my coat tails as I take us to greatness and earn us both 10 points this week in our Heir to the Throne Tag Team match against Dre Cutler and Cable Arcane at the Webster Bank Arena.
Now, some of you I'm sure are positive that I'd be...angry? Aggravated? Just plain pissed off about this pairing and match...but you'd be wrong. Sure I'm not happy about it, but honestly, I have come to expect just as much for our inept management. I want Shane in that ring for a Man of Steel match, so what do they do? They make him my tag partner.
Har...har...hardy har har.
Jokes on you assholes. As much of a shock that this might come to all parties involved, I plan on going out there and not only will I watch Shane's back, I will put my body on the line to protect him.
Why?
Because I want him at 100% for when I DO get him in that ring to take MY Man of Steel championship away from him. I don’t want to hear any excuses from him, no whining, no complaining, see unlike Addison, I want a fair fight, not because it’s the right thing to do, but because I KNOW I can beat him even on his BEST day.
So Ryan, as much as we don't like each other, and much as I can't stand your fucking face, worry not son, because the only person that's going to kick your skull clean off your neck will be ME...not Cable, not Dre, and sure as shit not that walking STD Addison Starr.
I may be a devil incarnate Shane, but rest assured, I am a man of HONOR. And because of that honor, and the fact that I am contractually obligated to do so, I will be a willing tag partner of yours this week Shane, I will make sure we WIN this match, and that we both walk out with 10 points to our name.
Well, I'll be walking out with 15, but you'll get your 10 so don't worry son."
He pauses for a second, looking out to the bay.
"Nathan Christopher Charles Dayspring Summers, also known as the Askani'Son, better known as the mutant savior, Cable. A man of conviction, honor, and honesty.
I guess 1 out of 3 ain’t bad right Arcane? You've got the conviction down, but the rest? Not so much.
I honestly wish I could time travel so I could go back to the past, and kick your parents in the head before naming you after such an iconic character. Because you in yourself, are a fucking joke."
JFK chuckles.
"Ever notice that the people who are so sure of themselves, and spout out "truths" the loudest are usually the ones who are so wrong, so very very...wrong.
Bingo halls boy? Bingo Halls? REALLY?
Learn your history bitch. XHF paved the way for companies like nCw and the IWF to flourish. We travelled the world laying down the ground work for future promotions, for future workers such as yourself, to show that a small company from the mid-west can grow to become a global juggernaut.
nCw never did a world tour, we were about to embark on one before the doors closed, hell Kaos INC was even going to sponsor it, pay for the whole damn thing, but like I said before, the Foxes were never the best business people in the world, that's why nCw's doors are now closed, and Kaos Inc is a Forbes top 5 company in the world.
But enough of the past, let get back to the sewage that came out of Arcane’s dick holder.
I don't draw? I don't put asses in the seat?
Child please.
Maddison Square Garden over there across the bay?
Sold it out.
Cover of GQ magazine?
One of the bestselling issues ever.
JFK 100% Miami asskicking T-Shirts?
Sold out every arena we go to.
IWF advertising revenue since I've signed?
Doubled.
I print money son. I print money so well that I'm shocked I don't shit gold.
But this week isn’t about who makes the most money, this week is about who kicks the most ass. And I'll give you this Arcane, you're a hell of a talent, still raw, still a bit green, lil wet behind the ears if you will, but you have the skill set. You're one hell of a striker.
But you are getting into the ring with THE BEST striker in the business today, me. My kicks and punches are lethal Arcane, and I never pull my punches, I'm as stiff as they come and you will be walking funny after I leave a few welts on your leg. And then you have my tag partner who as much as I hate to admit it, is pound for pound one of the, if not THE best ring technician going.
You're going to bend me up like a pretzel?
Going to be hard to do after Shane bends you like some silly string then I drop you on your head and put the final nail into your title aspirations.
So keep on thinking that beating Jayson Matthews...
JFK has to stop to laugh.
"I'm sorry let's try that again, So keep on thinking that beating Jayson Matt."
Once more breaks out laughing.
"Really? I mean shit son, Jayson Matthews? This is who you are bragging that you've beaten? Jayson fucking Matthews? Get real. I think your brother did more damage to your brain than you realized, hit up Diamond I'm sure he knows a good head doctor that can take a look at you.
Honestly though I doubt its brain damage, I just think you are THAT stupid."
JFK chuckles once more as he mutters Jayson Matthews
"Speaking of stupid, don't think I forgot about you Dre because I haven’t. I've had my eye on you actually since you've come into the IWF. I see a lot of me in you, you've got the fire to go a long way in this business and someday you could be great, but this is not the week that'll happen.
See, you and I are not all that different Dre. Now I know you are probably thinking to yourself "Self, what in the hell is this white privileged asshole talking about?" and yeah, sure when you look at me now, handsome, rich, white. I am everything you are not, but it wasn’t always like that Dre, I had to fight tooth and nail to get where I am, to get what I have.
See, I grew up in...what's the political correct term..."Urban Neighborhood." but let’s be honest, it was the hood, I grew up in the ghetto. And I've had my fair share of racism thrown at me. But I never became a victim of it.
Unlike you, who plays the victim every damn day.
That's where we differ Dre, you play the idiot victim, where I use my intelligence and wit to rise above it.
You have money now, you have some success and fame to your name, you could move out of your situation any time you want, but you choose not to.
"But this is my home why should I leave it?"
Because home is where you make it son, I was born and lived a portion of my life in Cleveland, but you don't see me calling that shit hole home now do you? No, Miami is my home because that's what I've made it to, home is a sanctuary, not a place where you become a victim.
See I think you LIKE being a victim, I think you LOVE being able to pull the race card and say "Look see they hate me because I'm black!"
No.
They hate you because you're a punk ass bitch.
So this week should feel very familiar to you Dre because seeing as you like to play the victim so much, I'll oblige and MAKE you one.
I'm going to kick you so hard that they are going to have to wire your jaw shut like Kanye after his car accident, and then I'm going to drop you on your head in the middle of the ring for the one...two...three. Ten points to team Men of Steel, an extra five to the True Man of Steel, JFK.
Dre and Arcane? Just victims to a drive by.
Sucks to be you."