Post by Ed/RD/LD on Feb 21, 2018 17:46:17 GMT -5
{ We open on a blood soaked barbed wire wrapped two by four sitting peacefully on a crumbling mantle. }
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall..”
{ A hand reaches out from the darkness gripping the two by four, fingers wrapping tight around it. }
“Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…”
{ Slowly the hand picks it up and brings it to rest on the shoulder of the smiling mad man known as Killin Kold. }
“All of Daddy’s horse and all of Daddy’s men couldn’t put Hungry Jack back together again…”
{ Killian tilts his head back and takes a great big breath. }
“It was a joy devouring you Hungry Hungry Jack, I do look forward to having you again sometime.”
{ Killian tilts his head forward now and looks directly into the camera, his cold brown eyes glistening with hatred. }
“With another of Daddy Spikes disciples dispatched I look forward to a new opponent. Another pawn of the Puppet King. Todd “Out of Business” Williams.”
{ The sadistic smirk returns. }
“They say if you don’t learn from the past you’re doomed to repeat it. That’s a little phrase Todd Williams should be more than familiar with as one thing has followed him from promotion to promotion.”
“Failure.”
“Of course, dear sweet Toddy likes to look to his one major success and continually relive the moment over and over again. I imagine he sits in his living room every Sunday morning, the match with Xander cued up and ready to go with a big old bowl of ice cream. He probably looks proudly to his daughter and says hey kiddo! That’s when Daddy WAS someone.”
{ Killian scoffs with laughter. }
“How the mighty have fallen, Toddy. Tell us a story of what you accomplished since that dark day when you managed to pry the NCW World Championship out of the giants hands? More than five years have passed since T-Will accomplished his dream and I wish to know how many more accolades you have added to that mantle of yours.”
{ Killian looks to where the barbed wire wrapped two by four had been sitting. }
“Something tells me your mantle is as empty and alone as the one to my right.”
{ He gestures to his right with a smile. }
“Poor Toddy Dub, you flew too close to the sun and now all that potential has melted away like a candle. Your flame was too bright, too awe inspiring and now all that is left is the sack of shit that stands before us today.”
“Why is the great Toddy Williams wrestling in a independent promotion such as Combat Wrestling when he should be main eventing Madison Square Garden or the Tokyo Dome? Surely a former NCW World Champion is bigger than a Massachusetts based promotion, aren’t you? Or is the truth of your presence here that nobody else wants you?”
“You’ve exposed yourself as the failure you’ve always been in one too many promotions and so now you’re slumming it with the rest of us. Your ego probably tells you with all your years of experience there is no way anyone in Combat Wrestling can match up with you. Hell, most of these kids are barely out of Daddy Spike’s wrestling school! T-Will should be leaps and bounds better than them, AMIRIGHT!?”
{ Killian shakes his head slowly. }
“Wrong.”
{ Kold brings the two by four off his shoulder to rest in his left hand. }
“There is no more goodwill for the man you were left in the wrestling industry. Nobody cares about Todd Williams anymore. Not the promoters. Not the fans. Not even the men and women you’ve called friends in this business.”
“The Dreamer is dead.”
“LONG LIVE THE FAILURE!”
“But don’t worry Toddy. I won’t turn my back on you, not like the rest of them. No. I plan on welcoming you with open arms into my playground. I want you to feel welcome and loved as I wrap my hands around your neck and choke the fucking life out of you. I want you to know that the future has passed you by but I’ll be there, walking besides you, marching you straight through the gates of HELL!”
{ Killian throws his head back cackling before dead panning the camera again. }
“The past is as dead as you’re going to be. The future? It’s a nightmare called Killian Kold and I’m going to tear through you like a dog into a raw piece of meat. There won’t be enough of you left to bury and then FINALLY the wrestling industry will be free of the loathsome Toddy Williams.”
“Thank Daddy Spike, he gifted you to me and I’m regifting you to the Devil.”
“Perhaps when I’m finished I’ll pay a visit to your sweet little girl. After all I’d hate to have another child grow up in this world without a father. Maybe I can teach her what it takes to survive in a cruel world? Or maybe I’ll just wipe the stain of your genetic line from this world? Who knows? I tend to make decisions at the last minute. Either way, you won’t be around to find out.”
{ Killian raises the barbed wire wrapped two by four up and points it at the camera. }
“Good night, Toddy, good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you on Friday.”
{ We fade to black on a close up of his sadistic smirk. }
A young Killian Kold sits proudly in the principal's office, the blood of Tyler James still all over his hands. Before him paces the principal, Mr. Krychek. He rubs at his temples before stopping and sitting down in his large burgundy armchair.
“What am I going to do with you, Killian?” Krychek ask but doesn’t really expect an answer. “This is the third fight you’ve gotten into this year.”
“He started it.” Killian remarks quickly.
“Perhaps,” Krychek responds. “But that doesn’t give you the right to do what you did.” He scolds but Killian just continues to smile.
“Daddy taught me to stand up for myself.” Killian says but there is a hint of enjoyment in his voice.
“Well your father isn’t wrong but,” Krychek sighs. “What you did wasn’t standing up for yourself.” Krychek leans forward. “Tell me something, Killian?” He asks.
“Yes?” Killian replies inquisitively.
“These incidents started after your sister died,” Krychek speaks gently. “Is there something going on at home?” He seems to care which catches Killian off guard.
“I-” Killian hesitates when suddenly the door to the principal’s office swings open. Both look to see who has entered and there stands Killian’s father with a look of pure anger on his face.
“Killian.” His father says with rage in his voice. “Let’s go.” Killian’s father reaches for him but Krychek comes around his desk and stops him.
“Mr. Kold,” He grabs Killian’s father’s arm. “I wasn’t finished speaking with your son.”
“Are you going to punish him?” His father asks.
“Well, obviously I have to suspend him but-” Killian’s father cuts him off.
“Good, then you’re done.” His father pulls away from Krychek and grabs his son. “Let’s go. I’m absolutely sick of your shit.”
Before Krychek can argue the boy and his father are gone from his office. Killian’s father all but drags him outside and hurls him onto the bench ceat of his 89 Chevy pick up truck.
“You think you’re a tough guy, don’t you ya little shit?” His father says as he climbs into the truck. Killian tries to make himself as small as possible on the other side of the bench seat.” We’re gonna find out just how fucking tough you are.”
“Daddy-” Killian tries to say before the back of his father’s hand cracks against his jaw and silences him.
“Why’d it have to be your sister?” His father asks as he bows his head. “Why couldn’t it have been you…” His words hurt like a dagger in the heart of a boy.
His father was tortured by his past, his mistakes and one day he would die from the weight of them…
{ Killian’s grinning face comes back into focus all of a sudden. }
“Let the PAST DIE! Kill it if you have to because LIFE IS PAIN! And anyone who tells you differently is selling something.”
{ We fade to black again with the laughter of Killian Kold echoing in our ears. }
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall..”
{ A hand reaches out from the darkness gripping the two by four, fingers wrapping tight around it. }
“Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…”
{ Slowly the hand picks it up and brings it to rest on the shoulder of the smiling mad man known as Killin Kold. }
“All of Daddy’s horse and all of Daddy’s men couldn’t put Hungry Jack back together again…”
{ Killian tilts his head back and takes a great big breath. }
“It was a joy devouring you Hungry Hungry Jack, I do look forward to having you again sometime.”
{ Killian tilts his head forward now and looks directly into the camera, his cold brown eyes glistening with hatred. }
“With another of Daddy Spikes disciples dispatched I look forward to a new opponent. Another pawn of the Puppet King. Todd “Out of Business” Williams.”
{ The sadistic smirk returns. }
“They say if you don’t learn from the past you’re doomed to repeat it. That’s a little phrase Todd Williams should be more than familiar with as one thing has followed him from promotion to promotion.”
“Failure.”
“Of course, dear sweet Toddy likes to look to his one major success and continually relive the moment over and over again. I imagine he sits in his living room every Sunday morning, the match with Xander cued up and ready to go with a big old bowl of ice cream. He probably looks proudly to his daughter and says hey kiddo! That’s when Daddy WAS someone.”
{ Killian scoffs with laughter. }
“How the mighty have fallen, Toddy. Tell us a story of what you accomplished since that dark day when you managed to pry the NCW World Championship out of the giants hands? More than five years have passed since T-Will accomplished his dream and I wish to know how many more accolades you have added to that mantle of yours.”
{ Killian looks to where the barbed wire wrapped two by four had been sitting. }
“Something tells me your mantle is as empty and alone as the one to my right.”
{ He gestures to his right with a smile. }
“Poor Toddy Dub, you flew too close to the sun and now all that potential has melted away like a candle. Your flame was too bright, too awe inspiring and now all that is left is the sack of shit that stands before us today.”
“Why is the great Toddy Williams wrestling in a independent promotion such as Combat Wrestling when he should be main eventing Madison Square Garden or the Tokyo Dome? Surely a former NCW World Champion is bigger than a Massachusetts based promotion, aren’t you? Or is the truth of your presence here that nobody else wants you?”
“You’ve exposed yourself as the failure you’ve always been in one too many promotions and so now you’re slumming it with the rest of us. Your ego probably tells you with all your years of experience there is no way anyone in Combat Wrestling can match up with you. Hell, most of these kids are barely out of Daddy Spike’s wrestling school! T-Will should be leaps and bounds better than them, AMIRIGHT!?”
{ Killian shakes his head slowly. }
“Wrong.”
{ Kold brings the two by four off his shoulder to rest in his left hand. }
“There is no more goodwill for the man you were left in the wrestling industry. Nobody cares about Todd Williams anymore. Not the promoters. Not the fans. Not even the men and women you’ve called friends in this business.”
“The Dreamer is dead.”
“LONG LIVE THE FAILURE!”
“But don’t worry Toddy. I won’t turn my back on you, not like the rest of them. No. I plan on welcoming you with open arms into my playground. I want you to feel welcome and loved as I wrap my hands around your neck and choke the fucking life out of you. I want you to know that the future has passed you by but I’ll be there, walking besides you, marching you straight through the gates of HELL!”
{ Killian throws his head back cackling before dead panning the camera again. }
“The past is as dead as you’re going to be. The future? It’s a nightmare called Killian Kold and I’m going to tear through you like a dog into a raw piece of meat. There won’t be enough of you left to bury and then FINALLY the wrestling industry will be free of the loathsome Toddy Williams.”
“Thank Daddy Spike, he gifted you to me and I’m regifting you to the Devil.”
“Perhaps when I’m finished I’ll pay a visit to your sweet little girl. After all I’d hate to have another child grow up in this world without a father. Maybe I can teach her what it takes to survive in a cruel world? Or maybe I’ll just wipe the stain of your genetic line from this world? Who knows? I tend to make decisions at the last minute. Either way, you won’t be around to find out.”
{ Killian raises the barbed wire wrapped two by four up and points it at the camera. }
“Good night, Toddy, good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you on Friday.”
{ We fade to black on a close up of his sadistic smirk. }
A young Killian Kold sits proudly in the principal's office, the blood of Tyler James still all over his hands. Before him paces the principal, Mr. Krychek. He rubs at his temples before stopping and sitting down in his large burgundy armchair.
“What am I going to do with you, Killian?” Krychek ask but doesn’t really expect an answer. “This is the third fight you’ve gotten into this year.”
“He started it.” Killian remarks quickly.
“Perhaps,” Krychek responds. “But that doesn’t give you the right to do what you did.” He scolds but Killian just continues to smile.
“Daddy taught me to stand up for myself.” Killian says but there is a hint of enjoyment in his voice.
“Well your father isn’t wrong but,” Krychek sighs. “What you did wasn’t standing up for yourself.” Krychek leans forward. “Tell me something, Killian?” He asks.
“Yes?” Killian replies inquisitively.
“These incidents started after your sister died,” Krychek speaks gently. “Is there something going on at home?” He seems to care which catches Killian off guard.
“I-” Killian hesitates when suddenly the door to the principal’s office swings open. Both look to see who has entered and there stands Killian’s father with a look of pure anger on his face.
“Killian.” His father says with rage in his voice. “Let’s go.” Killian’s father reaches for him but Krychek comes around his desk and stops him.
“Mr. Kold,” He grabs Killian’s father’s arm. “I wasn’t finished speaking with your son.”
“Are you going to punish him?” His father asks.
“Well, obviously I have to suspend him but-” Killian’s father cuts him off.
“Good, then you’re done.” His father pulls away from Krychek and grabs his son. “Let’s go. I’m absolutely sick of your shit.”
Before Krychek can argue the boy and his father are gone from his office. Killian’s father all but drags him outside and hurls him onto the bench ceat of his 89 Chevy pick up truck.
“You think you’re a tough guy, don’t you ya little shit?” His father says as he climbs into the truck. Killian tries to make himself as small as possible on the other side of the bench seat.” We’re gonna find out just how fucking tough you are.”
“Daddy-” Killian tries to say before the back of his father’s hand cracks against his jaw and silences him.
“Why’d it have to be your sister?” His father asks as he bows his head. “Why couldn’t it have been you…” His words hurt like a dagger in the heart of a boy.
His father was tortured by his past, his mistakes and one day he would die from the weight of them…
{ Killian’s grinning face comes back into focus all of a sudden. }
“Let the PAST DIE! Kill it if you have to because LIFE IS PAIN! And anyone who tells you differently is selling something.”
{ We fade to black again with the laughter of Killian Kold echoing in our ears. }
