Post by Ed/RD/LD on Feb 15, 2018 18:40:43 GMT -5
{ The end of two by four wrapped in barbed wire is seen dragging across a concrete floor, tiny little pieces of flesh and dried blood can be seen on the points. }
“I took my pound of flesh last week and the only thought on my mind is…”
{ The board is picked up swiftly and brought to lay over the right shoulder of a grinning Killian Kold. }
“THANK YOU DADDY! MAY I HAVE SOME MORE!?”
{ Killian cackles sadistically as he twirls around with the weapon still seated on his shoulder. }
“Because I am OH SO HUNGRY!!! And as luck would have it Daddy Spike saw fit to give me a man who just may satiate my hunger. A man larger than most and boastful to boot. A man who knows how it feels to be STARVING ALL THE TIME!!! And to never quite be full.”
{ He stops, noticeably dizzy but Kold shakes it off. His brown eyes glisten with madness. }
“Hungry Hungry Jack… I do hope you fill me up this week. My stomach is GROWLING for more blood… Violence… MAYHEM!!! I can hardly move I’m so weak from all the pleasantness and peace around me. I’m ABSOLUTELY VAMISHED! Burying this board in the back of Daddy Spike just wasn’t enough. No, it was only an appetizer. I’M READY FOR THE MAIN COURSE!”
{ Killian raises a crooked finger while still gripping the end of the board. }
“I’m ready for you, Hungry Hungry Jack. I’m ready to feed on your anger, sip on your suffering and bathe in your blood. Your resentment, your JEALOUSY it is oh so appetizing and I can’t wait for a taste. My mouth is watering, I’m salivating, it’s as if I already have you in my mouth and the rage is absolutely DELIGHTFUL!”
{ He starts a low laugh as he continues to glare with glee. }
“But is Hungry Hungry Jack biting off more than he can chew?”
“OH! You haven’t pondered that thought have you!? It hasn’t crossed that bacon grease soaked mind, has it!? I have openly defied and assaulted a GOD! The very God who has gifted you a second chance in this profession you claim to love. I took this!”
{ Killian raises the weapon over his head and then brings it down into a cradle in his arms. }
“And I buried it in the back of Daddy Spike, a man who has been champion everywhere he’s ever gone, a man who’s name adorns countless halls of fame, a man most wouldn’t make eye contact with let alone attack. I came for him.”
“Are you really ready for me, Hungry Hungry Jack?”
“Are you ready to find out literally what you’re made of? Are you ready to spill blood and have blood be spilled? Are you ready for flesh to be ripped? Are you ready for bones to be broken? Are you ready for muscles to explode?”
“Are you ready for Killian Kold?”
“I get the feeling, Hungry Hungry Jack that you have absolutely no idea what kind of brutal banquet you’ve just walked into. I get the feeling you’ve saddled yourself up for a simple pie eating contest when this will be more akin to a knife fight.”
“And I’m damn good at tying neckties.”
{ Killian drags an index finger across his throat then drops his head in a mock death before opening both his eyes again and smiling wide. }
“What you don’t understand, what Daddy Spike doesn’t understand is everyone has to pay for their sins, Hungry Hungry Jack. Eventually, one way or the other, it all comes back around and you have to be ready to choke it down.”
“Daddy Spike isn’t ready.”
“But you? I’ve got my questions about you. I think you may be ready for that big pie in the sky, ready to face the head chef, I think you’re ready to look every sin you’ve ever devoured in glutinous glee straight in the face and say you’re full.”
{ Killian drops to a cross legged position on the floor with the weapon draped across his legs. }
“The struggle to lift the fork is real, I see it all over your face. Even now you’re considering placing the utensils to the side and pushing your chair back.”
“Hungry Hungry Jack shant eat another bite, I’m afraid.”
“You’ve burned the last kernel, swallowed the last bite, you’ve licked the plate clean and declined to take part in seconds.”
{ Kold tilts his head back and chuckles before looking dead into the camera, his face solemn. }
“Cute analogies aside, you’ve got nothing left to give and come Friday Night I’m not just going to beat you in a rasslin’ match.”
“I’m going to bury you.”
“You’re weak, Jack. Always have been. Always will be. And it’s like a great man once said.”
“Weakness cannot be tolerated.”
{ A laugh slowly starts to rise from the belly of Killian Kold, his face lighting up like a child on Christmas day before he erupts and we fade to black. }
“Hey! Fatty!” A young Killian Kold’s head snaps in the direction of the insult. Tyler James stands only ten feet from him, crowded by his closest allies. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, tubby!” The other boys laugh as Killian carries on heading into school, dragging with him a lunch bag.
“Oh what’s wrong fat ass?” Tyler continues to taunt. “You can’t take a joke!?”
“He certainly can’t run!” One of Tyler’s friends chimed in as if that were a well timed one liner. Kold carried on his path toward the dungeon that was elementary school.
“What a {Mongo Edit: Fuck Off}.” Tyler muttered under his breath.
Killian stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” He asked in a cold tone.
“Oh did that get your attention, dick sucker?” Tyler turned to his friends who all joined in on the laugh.
Killian’s hand gripped tightly around the strap of his lunch bag. “Shut up.” Kold said with absolute sternness.
“You gonna make me!?” Tyler rushed up on Kold and spun him around by the shoulder. Killian immediately slung his lunch bag into the side of the head of Tyler James and caught him by surprise.
“You mother fucking {Mongo Edit: Fuck Off}!” Tyler screamed in the face of Kold who reacted without thinking as his hand latched around the throat of Tyler and sent him flying down onto the pavement of the shcool parking lot.
“Get off me!” Tyler yelled but Killian couldn’t hear him, he couldn’t see him, Killian’s fist came down into the face of the blob he held on the ground over and over and over again until the blob became a red blur.
“AHHHHHH!” Killian shrieked as hands underhooked him and pulled him backward to his feet. He kicked and struggled but he was over powered and that’s when he saw Tyler James lying on the ground, a bloody mess, his nose bent at nearly a ninety degree angle.
A strange calm washed over Killian in that moment. One thought passing through his head.
Daddy isn’t going to be happy.
{ Kold’s face suddenly appears on the screen again. }
“And Daddy Spike sure as hell isn’t going to be happy when I shove this board in your mouth and ROAST YOU LIKE A STUFFED PIG!!!”
{ Killian begins to laugh again sadistically as we fade out on the image of his deranged face. }
“I took my pound of flesh last week and the only thought on my mind is…”
{ The board is picked up swiftly and brought to lay over the right shoulder of a grinning Killian Kold. }
“THANK YOU DADDY! MAY I HAVE SOME MORE!?”
{ Killian cackles sadistically as he twirls around with the weapon still seated on his shoulder. }
“Because I am OH SO HUNGRY!!! And as luck would have it Daddy Spike saw fit to give me a man who just may satiate my hunger. A man larger than most and boastful to boot. A man who knows how it feels to be STARVING ALL THE TIME!!! And to never quite be full.”
{ He stops, noticeably dizzy but Kold shakes it off. His brown eyes glisten with madness. }
“Hungry Hungry Jack… I do hope you fill me up this week. My stomach is GROWLING for more blood… Violence… MAYHEM!!! I can hardly move I’m so weak from all the pleasantness and peace around me. I’m ABSOLUTELY VAMISHED! Burying this board in the back of Daddy Spike just wasn’t enough. No, it was only an appetizer. I’M READY FOR THE MAIN COURSE!”
{ Killian raises a crooked finger while still gripping the end of the board. }
“I’m ready for you, Hungry Hungry Jack. I’m ready to feed on your anger, sip on your suffering and bathe in your blood. Your resentment, your JEALOUSY it is oh so appetizing and I can’t wait for a taste. My mouth is watering, I’m salivating, it’s as if I already have you in my mouth and the rage is absolutely DELIGHTFUL!”
{ He starts a low laugh as he continues to glare with glee. }
“But is Hungry Hungry Jack biting off more than he can chew?”
“OH! You haven’t pondered that thought have you!? It hasn’t crossed that bacon grease soaked mind, has it!? I have openly defied and assaulted a GOD! The very God who has gifted you a second chance in this profession you claim to love. I took this!”
{ Killian raises the weapon over his head and then brings it down into a cradle in his arms. }
“And I buried it in the back of Daddy Spike, a man who has been champion everywhere he’s ever gone, a man who’s name adorns countless halls of fame, a man most wouldn’t make eye contact with let alone attack. I came for him.”
“Are you really ready for me, Hungry Hungry Jack?”
“Are you ready to find out literally what you’re made of? Are you ready to spill blood and have blood be spilled? Are you ready for flesh to be ripped? Are you ready for bones to be broken? Are you ready for muscles to explode?”
“Are you ready for Killian Kold?”
“I get the feeling, Hungry Hungry Jack that you have absolutely no idea what kind of brutal banquet you’ve just walked into. I get the feeling you’ve saddled yourself up for a simple pie eating contest when this will be more akin to a knife fight.”
“And I’m damn good at tying neckties.”
{ Killian drags an index finger across his throat then drops his head in a mock death before opening both his eyes again and smiling wide. }
“What you don’t understand, what Daddy Spike doesn’t understand is everyone has to pay for their sins, Hungry Hungry Jack. Eventually, one way or the other, it all comes back around and you have to be ready to choke it down.”
“Daddy Spike isn’t ready.”
“But you? I’ve got my questions about you. I think you may be ready for that big pie in the sky, ready to face the head chef, I think you’re ready to look every sin you’ve ever devoured in glutinous glee straight in the face and say you’re full.”
{ Killian drops to a cross legged position on the floor with the weapon draped across his legs. }
“The struggle to lift the fork is real, I see it all over your face. Even now you’re considering placing the utensils to the side and pushing your chair back.”
“Hungry Hungry Jack shant eat another bite, I’m afraid.”
“You’ve burned the last kernel, swallowed the last bite, you’ve licked the plate clean and declined to take part in seconds.”
{ Kold tilts his head back and chuckles before looking dead into the camera, his face solemn. }
“Cute analogies aside, you’ve got nothing left to give and come Friday Night I’m not just going to beat you in a rasslin’ match.”
“I’m going to bury you.”
“You’re weak, Jack. Always have been. Always will be. And it’s like a great man once said.”
“Weakness cannot be tolerated.”
{ A laugh slowly starts to rise from the belly of Killian Kold, his face lighting up like a child on Christmas day before he erupts and we fade to black. }
“Hey! Fatty!” A young Killian Kold’s head snaps in the direction of the insult. Tyler James stands only ten feet from him, crowded by his closest allies. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, tubby!” The other boys laugh as Killian carries on heading into school, dragging with him a lunch bag.
“Oh what’s wrong fat ass?” Tyler continues to taunt. “You can’t take a joke!?”
“He certainly can’t run!” One of Tyler’s friends chimed in as if that were a well timed one liner. Kold carried on his path toward the dungeon that was elementary school.
“What a {Mongo Edit: Fuck Off}.” Tyler muttered under his breath.
Killian stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” He asked in a cold tone.
“Oh did that get your attention, dick sucker?” Tyler turned to his friends who all joined in on the laugh.
Killian’s hand gripped tightly around the strap of his lunch bag. “Shut up.” Kold said with absolute sternness.
“You gonna make me!?” Tyler rushed up on Kold and spun him around by the shoulder. Killian immediately slung his lunch bag into the side of the head of Tyler James and caught him by surprise.
“You mother fucking {Mongo Edit: Fuck Off}!” Tyler screamed in the face of Kold who reacted without thinking as his hand latched around the throat of Tyler and sent him flying down onto the pavement of the shcool parking lot.
“Get off me!” Tyler yelled but Killian couldn’t hear him, he couldn’t see him, Killian’s fist came down into the face of the blob he held on the ground over and over and over again until the blob became a red blur.
“AHHHHHH!” Killian shrieked as hands underhooked him and pulled him backward to his feet. He kicked and struggled but he was over powered and that’s when he saw Tyler James lying on the ground, a bloody mess, his nose bent at nearly a ninety degree angle.
A strange calm washed over Killian in that moment. One thought passing through his head.
Daddy isn’t going to be happy.
{ Kold’s face suddenly appears on the screen again. }
“And Daddy Spike sure as hell isn’t going to be happy when I shove this board in your mouth and ROAST YOU LIKE A STUFFED PIG!!!”
{ Killian begins to laugh again sadistically as we fade out on the image of his deranged face. }
