Post by Ed/RD/LD on Feb 3, 2018 17:15:41 GMT -5
{ Our scene opens with Killian Kold in his black wrestling gear pacing back and forth a sadistic grin on his face mixed with something that looks like rage. }
“Are you proud, Dad?”
{ He asks as the pacing continues, the grin fading to irritation. }
“Did you like what you saw as I destroyed the most beautiful man in wrestling?”
{ He runs his hands through his hair and stops suddenly. }
“Did you smile knowing I beat Hungry Jack senseless for you?”
{ Slowly he cocks his head to look into the camera, a hint of psychosis in his eyes. }
“Daddy Spike…”
{ He sneers. }
“Are you proud of me now?”
{ His words drip with resentment. }
“The answers is no, Daddy Spike. You aren’t proud of me. You didn’t smile. You don’t appreciate what you helped create. That hurts me Daddy Spike.”
{ Killian clutches his chest with a thud. }
“THAT HURTS ME INSIDE!!!”
{ His voice booms in the darkness. }
“I did that for you, to be like you, to pay tribute to the career of the God of Xtreme! I wanted you to know that even though you get older every day your legacy would live on through me. I can be just as brutal, just as evil, I can hurt people in ways you have never thought of. I would carry that legacy into the next generation and show all these professional wrestlers that their wrist locks mean nothing!”
“There are no rest holds, no take downs, no armbars that can stop me from choking the life from their bodies!”
“But you’ve changed, Daddy Spike. You’re no longer the man I thought you were. That is clear to me now. Somewhere along the way you grew a heart, brightened your soul. You stopped being the God of Xtreme and became Father Fucking Christmas.”
{ Killian closes his eyes and draws a long breath before letting out a long sigh. }
“You think putting me in a handicapped match will slow me down? You think it’s going to teach me a lesson? No. You’ve only focused my violence. I don’t have to worry about the two men across from me fighting among themselves, they will be focused on me and I will be focused on them.”
“Satoshi.”
“Waylon.”
“Partners. Attack dogs. Lambs to the slaughter. But most of all they will be victims. Victims of Killian Kold as I continue to remind Daddy Spike what he USED to stand for. What it USED to mean to be the God of Xtreme. What it USED to mean to be dangerous.”
“That’s what I am.”
“Dangerous.”
“I don’t respect Satoshi, I don’t care what he did over in Japan. My only thought is why wasn’t his family line wiped out in Hiroshima or Nagasaki? Why is this fucking gnat lucky enough to live and breath? It’s clear to me he doesn’t deserve to. So consumed with honor and respect but when did either of those things get anyone anywhere!?”
{ Killian cocks his head again but this time in anger. }
“Respect didn’t save my mother from her beatings. Honoring her marriage didn’t stop my father from fucking anything that moves. Don’t you get it? The good die young, Satoshi and you’re oh so good and oh so young.”
“So the question is are you ready to die?”
“Have you lived the life you wanted to live? Is that who you hoped you’d become? Is the man in the mirror the man you dreamed of being as a child? You’re a slave to a system that doesn’t appreciate you. The fans cheer but the fans will forget. Some other ethnic anomaly will come along and capture their imaginations. The men they remember, the men they respect…”
“They aren’t good.”
“”Like me.”
I’m a living fucking nightmare. One you will never escape if you survive this match.”
“Heh..”
{ Killian smiles wide. }
“Hehehe… HehehehehahahaHAHAHAHA!!!!”
{ Cackling like a mad man before stopping suddenly. }
“I wonder how your partner feels about teaming up with such and honorable man?”
“Waylon Stokes, the self proclaimed ALL AROUND HEEL! You think you’re bad, boy? You do, don’t ya? You think you’re the baddest man on the planet because you cheat to win. Where’d that mind set get you Friday Night?”
“NOWHERE!”
“You’re not bad, you’re not evil. You’re just a man too afraid to face his weakness. Like my father. You break the rules because it’s easy, you put in as little effort as you need to, clearly, you don’t know the meaning of hard work…”
{ Kold looks genuinely upset. }
“You’re so goddamn afraid of failure you work to break the rules instead of working to get better.”
“I’m good at what I do. I worked at what I do. Hurting people is an artform, a fucking science and you won’t find anyone better at causing pain than me. Not even Daddy Spike, apparently. So while you’re focusing on bending the rules I’ll be punching you so hard in the liver you’ll shit your goddamn pants.”
“And that’ll just be the start.”
“Maybe I’ll break a few fingers, keep you from untying the turnbuckle padding or holding my pants. Perhaps I’ll snap your ankle that way you can’t use the ropes for leverage in a pin. Or I could pile drive you on the apron and shatter that fucking neck.”
“It’s gonna be hard to be a bad ass in a wheel chair.”
{ Killian finally smiles again but it is incredibly unnerving. }
“Cheating is weakness.”
“Honor is weakness.”
“A once great man told me only the strong survive…”
“And weakness cannot be tolerated.”
{ His smile melts into a look of determination as the scene fades to black. }
“MOM!!!!” A young Killian cried at his mom as she applied one more layer of make up in the bathroom mirror. The small child paced back and forth just outside the door getting increasingly frustrated. “We’re gonna be late!” He cried again.
“Just another minute, Killian.” She applied some eyeliner before speaking again. “I’m nearly done.”
“You said that ten minutes ago!” He whined. “We’re gonna be late for my game!”
She smiled lightly as she took a quick glance at her watch. “We’ve got thirty minutes, Killian.” She sad in a gentle but scolding tone.
“MOM!” He yelled again but a creaking step caught his attention.
“You little motherfucker.” It felt like a baseball bat caught him in the side of the head as Killian went flying to the floor. Tears already streaming as he looked up into the face of his father filled with rage. “You NEVER talk to you mother like!” He screamed. “And you!?” His father turned to look at his mother who dropped her pen. “You’re gonna let him speak to you like that!?”
“I-” She stammered before his father struck her as well sending her to the tiled floor of the bathroom.
“You what!?” He yelled as she tried to scurry away but was stopped by the wall. “YOU WHAT!?” His father slammed the door closed and Killian quickly crawled into his room and hid under the bed.
Twenty five minutes later Killian sat in the passenger seat of his mother’s minivan. Children were stretching out before a soccer game. Killian winced at the bruise that had formed on his face.
“Try to have fun out there.” His mother said as a black eye formed. “Do your best.” She said while choking down her tears.
“I love you, mom.” Killian blurted out before jumping out of the van.”
“I love you too, honey.” She didn’t move to follow him. A bruised child is one thing but his mother as well? Too many questions. So she sat in the van and watched as her child played.
She watched as he put all that rage she knew boiled beneath the surface into something she loved and for a moment she was afraid. Afraid of what could happen to someone who got in his way...
“Are you proud, Dad?”
{ He asks as the pacing continues, the grin fading to irritation. }
“Did you like what you saw as I destroyed the most beautiful man in wrestling?”
{ He runs his hands through his hair and stops suddenly. }
“Did you smile knowing I beat Hungry Jack senseless for you?”
{ Slowly he cocks his head to look into the camera, a hint of psychosis in his eyes. }
“Daddy Spike…”
{ He sneers. }
“Are you proud of me now?”
{ His words drip with resentment. }
“The answers is no, Daddy Spike. You aren’t proud of me. You didn’t smile. You don’t appreciate what you helped create. That hurts me Daddy Spike.”
{ Killian clutches his chest with a thud. }
“THAT HURTS ME INSIDE!!!”
{ His voice booms in the darkness. }
“I did that for you, to be like you, to pay tribute to the career of the God of Xtreme! I wanted you to know that even though you get older every day your legacy would live on through me. I can be just as brutal, just as evil, I can hurt people in ways you have never thought of. I would carry that legacy into the next generation and show all these professional wrestlers that their wrist locks mean nothing!”
“There are no rest holds, no take downs, no armbars that can stop me from choking the life from their bodies!”
“But you’ve changed, Daddy Spike. You’re no longer the man I thought you were. That is clear to me now. Somewhere along the way you grew a heart, brightened your soul. You stopped being the God of Xtreme and became Father Fucking Christmas.”
{ Killian closes his eyes and draws a long breath before letting out a long sigh. }
“You think putting me in a handicapped match will slow me down? You think it’s going to teach me a lesson? No. You’ve only focused my violence. I don’t have to worry about the two men across from me fighting among themselves, they will be focused on me and I will be focused on them.”
“Satoshi.”
“Waylon.”
“Partners. Attack dogs. Lambs to the slaughter. But most of all they will be victims. Victims of Killian Kold as I continue to remind Daddy Spike what he USED to stand for. What it USED to mean to be the God of Xtreme. What it USED to mean to be dangerous.”
“That’s what I am.”
“Dangerous.”
“I don’t respect Satoshi, I don’t care what he did over in Japan. My only thought is why wasn’t his family line wiped out in Hiroshima or Nagasaki? Why is this fucking gnat lucky enough to live and breath? It’s clear to me he doesn’t deserve to. So consumed with honor and respect but when did either of those things get anyone anywhere!?”
{ Killian cocks his head again but this time in anger. }
“Respect didn’t save my mother from her beatings. Honoring her marriage didn’t stop my father from fucking anything that moves. Don’t you get it? The good die young, Satoshi and you’re oh so good and oh so young.”
“So the question is are you ready to die?”
“Have you lived the life you wanted to live? Is that who you hoped you’d become? Is the man in the mirror the man you dreamed of being as a child? You’re a slave to a system that doesn’t appreciate you. The fans cheer but the fans will forget. Some other ethnic anomaly will come along and capture their imaginations. The men they remember, the men they respect…”
“They aren’t good.”
“”Like me.”
I’m a living fucking nightmare. One you will never escape if you survive this match.”
“Heh..”
{ Killian smiles wide. }
“Hehehe… HehehehehahahaHAHAHAHA!!!!”
{ Cackling like a mad man before stopping suddenly. }
“I wonder how your partner feels about teaming up with such and honorable man?”
“Waylon Stokes, the self proclaimed ALL AROUND HEEL! You think you’re bad, boy? You do, don’t ya? You think you’re the baddest man on the planet because you cheat to win. Where’d that mind set get you Friday Night?”
“NOWHERE!”
“You’re not bad, you’re not evil. You’re just a man too afraid to face his weakness. Like my father. You break the rules because it’s easy, you put in as little effort as you need to, clearly, you don’t know the meaning of hard work…”
{ Kold looks genuinely upset. }
“You’re so goddamn afraid of failure you work to break the rules instead of working to get better.”
“I’m good at what I do. I worked at what I do. Hurting people is an artform, a fucking science and you won’t find anyone better at causing pain than me. Not even Daddy Spike, apparently. So while you’re focusing on bending the rules I’ll be punching you so hard in the liver you’ll shit your goddamn pants.”
“And that’ll just be the start.”
“Maybe I’ll break a few fingers, keep you from untying the turnbuckle padding or holding my pants. Perhaps I’ll snap your ankle that way you can’t use the ropes for leverage in a pin. Or I could pile drive you on the apron and shatter that fucking neck.”
“It’s gonna be hard to be a bad ass in a wheel chair.”
{ Killian finally smiles again but it is incredibly unnerving. }
“Cheating is weakness.”
“Honor is weakness.”
“A once great man told me only the strong survive…”
“And weakness cannot be tolerated.”
{ His smile melts into a look of determination as the scene fades to black. }
“MOM!!!!” A young Killian cried at his mom as she applied one more layer of make up in the bathroom mirror. The small child paced back and forth just outside the door getting increasingly frustrated. “We’re gonna be late!” He cried again.
“Just another minute, Killian.” She applied some eyeliner before speaking again. “I’m nearly done.”
“You said that ten minutes ago!” He whined. “We’re gonna be late for my game!”
She smiled lightly as she took a quick glance at her watch. “We’ve got thirty minutes, Killian.” She sad in a gentle but scolding tone.
“MOM!” He yelled again but a creaking step caught his attention.
“You little motherfucker.” It felt like a baseball bat caught him in the side of the head as Killian went flying to the floor. Tears already streaming as he looked up into the face of his father filled with rage. “You NEVER talk to you mother like!” He screamed. “And you!?” His father turned to look at his mother who dropped her pen. “You’re gonna let him speak to you like that!?”
“I-” She stammered before his father struck her as well sending her to the tiled floor of the bathroom.
“You what!?” He yelled as she tried to scurry away but was stopped by the wall. “YOU WHAT!?” His father slammed the door closed and Killian quickly crawled into his room and hid under the bed.
Twenty five minutes later Killian sat in the passenger seat of his mother’s minivan. Children were stretching out before a soccer game. Killian winced at the bruise that had formed on his face.
“Try to have fun out there.” His mother said as a black eye formed. “Do your best.” She said while choking down her tears.
“I love you, mom.” Killian blurted out before jumping out of the van.”
“I love you too, honey.” She didn’t move to follow him. A bruised child is one thing but his mother as well? Too many questions. So she sat in the van and watched as her child played.
She watched as he put all that rage she knew boiled beneath the surface into something she loved and for a moment she was afraid. Afraid of what could happen to someone who got in his way...
