Post by Ed/RD/LD on Mar 1, 2018 18:48:49 GMT -5
Oh Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. The uncrowned KING OF COMBAT WRESTLING!
I do enjoy a good old fashioned psychological profile from a man completely unable to see past his own narcissism and ego. Tell me, did you get your degree from the bottom of a cracker jack box or did you just do a quick google search about mentally unstable people?
Heh… Hehe. I bet it was a little of both but the thing is Ethan, my boy. You couldn’t be more wrong about me, oh no. My issues aren’t with my Daddy.
Far from it.
My daddy taught me how to be a MAN! He taught me that men don’t cry, men don’t ask, men don’t take orders.
WE GIVE THEM!
He taught me a woman’s place is beneath your boot and if they refuse, well then you just go ahead and put them there. But the most important lesson my daddy taught me, the one I carry with me in my heart today is…
Weakness cannot be tolerated.
He drilled that into my head day after day after day until it was so ingrained I actually wrote it as my first name in second grade on a test. There was no crying, begging, lying or cheating allowed in the Kold home, oh no. And if you tried anything of things you better believe daddy would find out and punish you accordingly.
In my home, you knew better than to upset daddy…
And when I first saw Daddy Spike? Well… All I could thinks was there’s a man after my own heart. Daddy Spike was the living embodiment of everything I had ever been taught. He was carrying the torch of what it meant to be a real man in a world of ever growing pussies. Oh Daddy Spike, he was such a beautiful creature once upon a time…
But Daddy Spike was a lie.
Everything you know about him, everything you respect about him, they’re all a fabrication. When faced with the reality of his actions, the consequences, DADDY SPIKE COULDN’T FACE THEM!
He cast me out. Sent me away. Told me I wasn’t good enough.
Well who isn’t good enough now, Ethan?
I’ve obliterated his precious little roster. I’ve faced two men at once and beat them both. I took on the biggest man on the card and left him whimpering in a heap. I am what Daddy Spike pretends to be.
I’m not standing in his shadow.
I AM HIS SHADOW!
The darkness brought to life, given a body and free reign to do as he so pleases. And I sure do please myself with the warm flesh of little fuck wits like you. Yessssss, Ethan. I’m coming for you but not because I want to crown myself the first Combat Champion. No, titles are for those who need proof of their own self worth.
I know what I’m worth.
I’m coming for you because it would be an absolute joy to rip your mandible from your jaw and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!
It will be a joy to see you laying in a pool of your own shit and piss, covered in blood with tears running down your face as you attempt to beg me to stop. Unfortunately you won’t have a jaw with which to form words, just an arrant tongue bumbling around in what’s left of your skull making gurgling noises.
That’s when the real fun begins.
For me.
I don’t care about the belt. I don’t want the belt. The only thing about it that would bring me enjoyment is how utterly upset Daddy Spike would be to have to hand it to me. Outside of that luscious little ideal what I’m real after is pain.
YOUR PAIN!
Your suffering.
Your sweet, beautiful, moist flesh being torn to shreds by my favorite little weapon.
I named her Barbara. After my mommy. So strong, so fierce, almost no man is man enough for her.
Except for a Kold.
And in my hands, ohhhh she’s so much more than just a weapon. She’s a nuclear fucking bomb ready to obliterate simple minded morons like you from the planet! She won’t just pierce your flesh she will SKIN YOU TO THE BONE! And she won’t just break bones, oh no, SHE WILL GRIND YOU INTO DUST!
Ohhhhhhh the joy, ohhhhh the suffering. I cannot wait to introduce you to mommy, Ethan. Trust me when I say she is dying to beat you.
But don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. No. I have far greater plans. I want you to live in the mangled form I will leave you in as a reminder to ANYONE who thinks I’m just some bed wetting little shit begging for a hug. I want your struggle to eat solid foods, the mumbling way you will hold conversations, the hideous of your appearance to be a constant reminder to the men and women we call co-workers that Killian Kold?
Well, you just don’t fuck with Killian Kold.
Your arrogance is a weakness, son. A mask to hide how you really feel. Unfortunately you pissed your white pants already and I can more than smell the stink of fear coming off of you.
Smells like shit.
Like Daddy always said. Weakness cannot be tolerated.
{ A young Killian felt his knees buckle beneath the weight of the massive log he was carrying to his father’s pick up truck. They had been cutting down trees all morning and into the afternoon. Killian couldn’t take it anymore. }
“What the fuck are you doing!?”
{ Killian’s father took notice as he walked over to where his son sat on his knees, the chainsaw still running in the hard hands of the large man above him. }
“I’m… I’m tir-”
NANANANANANANA
{ His father revved up the chainsaw all of a sudden and Killian shot right up to his feet and away from his father who had an evil look in his eye. }
“You’re what nowm, son?”
“Ti-”
NANANANANANANANA
{ He revved up the saw again and walked toward his son who backed right into the pickup truck looking for a direction to go. }
“Say it again.”
NANANANANANANANA
“SAY! IT! AGAIN!!!”
NANANANANANANANANA
{ His father raised the saw up like he was going to attack Killian and the young man quickly bent down and scooped the log back up in a bear hug and tossed it into the pick up truck. His father smiled at him but it wasn’t a smile of pride. It was a smile far worse than that. }
“Good boy. Now get back to work.”
{ His father marched off with the saw still in both hands. He walked right up to a large tree and buried the saw into the side of it going full throttle as he looked back to Killian. }
“THERE AIN’T NO ROOM IN THE WORLD FOR THE WEAK!”
{ His father screamed as the tree came toppling down just feet from where Killian stood. With that shot of the boy in mind we hear the voice of the adult Killian speak for the last time. }
“They ALL fall down.”
I do enjoy a good old fashioned psychological profile from a man completely unable to see past his own narcissism and ego. Tell me, did you get your degree from the bottom of a cracker jack box or did you just do a quick google search about mentally unstable people?
Heh… Hehe. I bet it was a little of both but the thing is Ethan, my boy. You couldn’t be more wrong about me, oh no. My issues aren’t with my Daddy.
Far from it.
My daddy taught me how to be a MAN! He taught me that men don’t cry, men don’t ask, men don’t take orders.
WE GIVE THEM!
He taught me a woman’s place is beneath your boot and if they refuse, well then you just go ahead and put them there. But the most important lesson my daddy taught me, the one I carry with me in my heart today is…
Weakness cannot be tolerated.
He drilled that into my head day after day after day until it was so ingrained I actually wrote it as my first name in second grade on a test. There was no crying, begging, lying or cheating allowed in the Kold home, oh no. And if you tried anything of things you better believe daddy would find out and punish you accordingly.
In my home, you knew better than to upset daddy…
And when I first saw Daddy Spike? Well… All I could thinks was there’s a man after my own heart. Daddy Spike was the living embodiment of everything I had ever been taught. He was carrying the torch of what it meant to be a real man in a world of ever growing pussies. Oh Daddy Spike, he was such a beautiful creature once upon a time…
But Daddy Spike was a lie.
Everything you know about him, everything you respect about him, they’re all a fabrication. When faced with the reality of his actions, the consequences, DADDY SPIKE COULDN’T FACE THEM!
He cast me out. Sent me away. Told me I wasn’t good enough.
Well who isn’t good enough now, Ethan?
I’ve obliterated his precious little roster. I’ve faced two men at once and beat them both. I took on the biggest man on the card and left him whimpering in a heap. I am what Daddy Spike pretends to be.
I’m not standing in his shadow.
I AM HIS SHADOW!
The darkness brought to life, given a body and free reign to do as he so pleases. And I sure do please myself with the warm flesh of little fuck wits like you. Yessssss, Ethan. I’m coming for you but not because I want to crown myself the first Combat Champion. No, titles are for those who need proof of their own self worth.
I know what I’m worth.
I’m coming for you because it would be an absolute joy to rip your mandible from your jaw and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!
It will be a joy to see you laying in a pool of your own shit and piss, covered in blood with tears running down your face as you attempt to beg me to stop. Unfortunately you won’t have a jaw with which to form words, just an arrant tongue bumbling around in what’s left of your skull making gurgling noises.
That’s when the real fun begins.
For me.
I don’t care about the belt. I don’t want the belt. The only thing about it that would bring me enjoyment is how utterly upset Daddy Spike would be to have to hand it to me. Outside of that luscious little ideal what I’m real after is pain.
YOUR PAIN!
Your suffering.
Your sweet, beautiful, moist flesh being torn to shreds by my favorite little weapon.
I named her Barbara. After my mommy. So strong, so fierce, almost no man is man enough for her.
Except for a Kold.
And in my hands, ohhhh she’s so much more than just a weapon. She’s a nuclear fucking bomb ready to obliterate simple minded morons like you from the planet! She won’t just pierce your flesh she will SKIN YOU TO THE BONE! And she won’t just break bones, oh no, SHE WILL GRIND YOU INTO DUST!
Ohhhhhhh the joy, ohhhhh the suffering. I cannot wait to introduce you to mommy, Ethan. Trust me when I say she is dying to beat you.
But don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. No. I have far greater plans. I want you to live in the mangled form I will leave you in as a reminder to ANYONE who thinks I’m just some bed wetting little shit begging for a hug. I want your struggle to eat solid foods, the mumbling way you will hold conversations, the hideous of your appearance to be a constant reminder to the men and women we call co-workers that Killian Kold?
Well, you just don’t fuck with Killian Kold.
Your arrogance is a weakness, son. A mask to hide how you really feel. Unfortunately you pissed your white pants already and I can more than smell the stink of fear coming off of you.
Smells like shit.
Like Daddy always said. Weakness cannot be tolerated.
{ A young Killian felt his knees buckle beneath the weight of the massive log he was carrying to his father’s pick up truck. They had been cutting down trees all morning and into the afternoon. Killian couldn’t take it anymore. }
“What the fuck are you doing!?”
{ Killian’s father took notice as he walked over to where his son sat on his knees, the chainsaw still running in the hard hands of the large man above him. }
“I’m… I’m tir-”
NANANANANANANA
{ His father revved up the chainsaw all of a sudden and Killian shot right up to his feet and away from his father who had an evil look in his eye. }
“You’re what nowm, son?”
“Ti-”
NANANANANANANANA
{ He revved up the saw again and walked toward his son who backed right into the pickup truck looking for a direction to go. }
“Say it again.”
NANANANANANANANA
“SAY! IT! AGAIN!!!”
NANANANANANANANANA
{ His father raised the saw up like he was going to attack Killian and the young man quickly bent down and scooped the log back up in a bear hug and tossed it into the pick up truck. His father smiled at him but it wasn’t a smile of pride. It was a smile far worse than that. }
“Good boy. Now get back to work.”
{ His father marched off with the saw still in both hands. He walked right up to a large tree and buried the saw into the side of it going full throttle as he looked back to Killian. }
“THERE AIN’T NO ROOM IN THE WORLD FOR THE WEAK!”
{ His father screamed as the tree came toppling down just feet from where Killian stood. With that shot of the boy in mind we hear the voice of the adult Killian speak for the last time. }
“They ALL fall down.”
