Post by La Familia Price on Sept 24, 2018 23:18:38 GMT -5
Star Island, a man made island in the middle of Biscayne Bay on Miami's coast. Here resides the old HQ for K.I.W.A. A former mansion transformed into a small performance center, now personal gym for the only, The One, James Franklin Karn.
James comes walking down a hallway into the kitchen area that opens up to a big living space a lot like this where he grabs himself a protein drink from the fridge, he looks like he just got done with a workout as he has a towel around his neck, a black tank top and pair of Muay Thai kickboxing shorts.
A female, yet slightly robotic voice comes from seemingly nowhere, speakers all in the ceiling, high tech, fancy, you can't afford this set up, not even you Jack.
"James, you asked not to be bothered during your workout but my sensors show you just opened the fridge, your agent is holding on line one." She says.
He takes a big swig from his tumbler. "OK patch it through....Vick! How's it going"
"WHAT THE HELL JAMES!? You put yourself into the End of Days tournament and didn't even think to let me know?" A woman's voice plays over the speakers, that would be Victoria Kaos, JFK's younger sister-in-law, CEO of Karn Ent. and his current agent. "Now I have to scramble to get a bunch of new designs done for t-shirts and other merch, a heads up would have been nice! And does my sister know about this?"
"Uh..yeah I'm sure she knows..." JFK responds, not so sure she knows, no, he knows she doesn't know, not yet anyways.
"Man, she's going to kick your ass, anyways what do we have till, the 30th?" She asks.
"Yeah, September 30th, San Pedro CA for the first round."
"Ok, I'll try to get some stuff whipped up before then, and next time LET ME KNOW."
"10 4, hey real quick before you go, do you think you could as Chris to swing by and help me train a little bit? Got a couple of people he'd be perfect to emulate to get me ready...."
"Sorry no can do, Chris took a gig over in Europe for a while."
"Europe? Is he joining the AXW?"
"No no nothing like that, some private client wanted training and made an offer that well he shouldn't refuse, so he didn't."
"Huh, odd, Will said something similar."
"Will? Hmmm they haven't spoken in months, I'm sure it's just a coincidence, anyways I gotta run Jim talk to you soon."
"Later." we hear the phone click over the speaker.
"GladOS, turn on the TV and play anything you can find on the web pertaining to this "D" I'm facing in the first round. Full matches, highlight reels, promos, all of it, not just his current stuff gimme his whole catalog"
"Yes sir, also you have another call on line two from Venom."
JFK nods, then realizes the AI can't see him "Ok put him on. V! What's up homie."
"WHAT THE HELL JAMES!?"
"Geez is this going to be a theme today?"
"What? Dude, why are you going into End of Days as a legend and not representing the Guns!?"
"Well, for one, this gives us better odds on bringing back the X*Crown to The GUN show, and two, I want to do this on my own, my entire career I've been associated with some type of group, faction, stable call it what you will, this time around I want to go back to my roots, solo, on my own, so no one can say I lied cheated or stole my way to victory. I'm still going to be representing the GUNS, I mean I am an exsecutive producer after all, but at the end of the tournament, I want no excuses, ya dig?"
There is a bit of silence as Venom thinks that over. "Ok, that makes sense. We'll have Goldbear II represent us then, like you said it helps our odds to bring the X*Crown to the Gun show."
"Right, but...uh...Goldbear he uh...he knows to take it easy with me if we do happen to cross paths right? I haven't seen the brackets yet but there is a good chance we could face each other at some point."
"Uh...Hey! No! That's my fish taco!....uh yeah sure easy or something, hey I gotta go damn bear is getting into my fish tacos...NO PUT THAT DOWN! MY FISH TACO! GO TO THE RIVER AND GET YOUR OWN FISH!" Click.
JFK just has a look of visible confusion on his face before shaking his head and turning his attention to the screen as we see D hit his Twisted Truth, a rolling cutter, JFK winces a bit "Damn that's brutal, he gets a ton of torque on that." he says to himself
"James, sorry, you have another call coming it, it's your wife."
"Ok put her on the screen."
We see JFK's wife Christina Kaos-Karn a tall blond beauty of a woman, also one of the richest and most powerful women in the world. And she doesn't look happy.
"WHAT THE HELL JAMES!?"
"Ah there it is, the trifecta."
"What? Never-mind, did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you forget I have the XHF Network app on my phone? Did you forget I was going to catch up on Triple S during my flight to our plant here in Russia? You must have because if you didn't you would have told me you were going to be in the End of Days tournament and I wouldn't have had to find out by push notification!"
"Yeah...it kinda just came up while talking to Mongo the other day and..."
"Bullshit James. You've had this planned for months, that explains all the training you've been doing. You can con the entire world but you can't con me."
"That's why I married you darling" he gives her his patented devilish grin.
"Cut the shit James, you agreed this would only be part time and that most of your time would be just as a producer for the Gun show, how does it go from sitting behind a monitor telling them what camera to cut to to being in one of the most grueling tournaments in the world?"
"Pride." he says as a matter of fact. "You know, that one of the last things I want to do before I hang them up for good, is to get a one on one..."
"Yeah yeah yeah, a one on one title match for the big one that you've never had in your entire career, I just wish it wasn't End of Days, I mean cant you just have Mongo GIVE you a title match?"
He shrugs "Probably but I'd rather not, besides, this way no one can cry favoritism or whathaveyou."
She stairs at him while tapping her finger on the desk. "Fine, you're lucky you are cute, but if you seriously hurt yourself you have to explain it to Anna."
"I doubt it will come to that but ok."
"James, have you seen the brackets? The semis could be you vs Goldbear II, a fucking BEAR JAMES"
"A bear who is my homie?"
"Bears don't have homies James! They have food. And he's not the only one who is a monster, you also have Duke Kosloff..."
"Wait..didnt Price bury and burn his ass alive?"
"You don't even watch your own product do you?"
He smiles. "Just the Gun Show to be honest."
"Sigh, James this isn't going to be an easy tournament, just please, be-careful OK?"
He smiles again "Will do darlin', and you be safe while over there"
"Please, I practically own this country I'll be fine. I got a meeting coming up talk to you tonight?"
"Of course."
"Kay, love you."
"Love you too." And with that the video call ends. JFK waits a few seconds to see if the phone rings again, looking at the ceiling waiting for GladOS to come chiming in, nothing.
"Good, I was tired of getting yelled at." he mumbles to himself
He turns to go back to the gym and stubs his toe on the corner of the counter.
"AH WHAT THE HELL JAMES YOU CLUMSY....dammit now I'm yelling at myself..."
James comes walking down a hallway into the kitchen area that opens up to a big living space a lot like this where he grabs himself a protein drink from the fridge, he looks like he just got done with a workout as he has a towel around his neck, a black tank top and pair of Muay Thai kickboxing shorts.
A female, yet slightly robotic voice comes from seemingly nowhere, speakers all in the ceiling, high tech, fancy, you can't afford this set up, not even you Jack.
"James, you asked not to be bothered during your workout but my sensors show you just opened the fridge, your agent is holding on line one." She says.
He takes a big swig from his tumbler. "OK patch it through....Vick! How's it going"
"WHAT THE HELL JAMES!? You put yourself into the End of Days tournament and didn't even think to let me know?" A woman's voice plays over the speakers, that would be Victoria Kaos, JFK's younger sister-in-law, CEO of Karn Ent. and his current agent. "Now I have to scramble to get a bunch of new designs done for t-shirts and other merch, a heads up would have been nice! And does my sister know about this?"
"Uh..yeah I'm sure she knows..." JFK responds, not so sure she knows, no, he knows she doesn't know, not yet anyways.
"Man, she's going to kick your ass, anyways what do we have till, the 30th?" She asks.
"Yeah, September 30th, San Pedro CA for the first round."
"Ok, I'll try to get some stuff whipped up before then, and next time LET ME KNOW."
"10 4, hey real quick before you go, do you think you could as Chris to swing by and help me train a little bit? Got a couple of people he'd be perfect to emulate to get me ready...."
"Sorry no can do, Chris took a gig over in Europe for a while."
"Europe? Is he joining the AXW?"
"No no nothing like that, some private client wanted training and made an offer that well he shouldn't refuse, so he didn't."
"Huh, odd, Will said something similar."
"Will? Hmmm they haven't spoken in months, I'm sure it's just a coincidence, anyways I gotta run Jim talk to you soon."
"Later." we hear the phone click over the speaker.
"GladOS, turn on the TV and play anything you can find on the web pertaining to this "D" I'm facing in the first round. Full matches, highlight reels, promos, all of it, not just his current stuff gimme his whole catalog"
"Yes sir, also you have another call on line two from Venom."
JFK nods, then realizes the AI can't see him "Ok put him on. V! What's up homie."
"WHAT THE HELL JAMES!?"
"Geez is this going to be a theme today?"
"What? Dude, why are you going into End of Days as a legend and not representing the Guns!?"
"Well, for one, this gives us better odds on bringing back the X*Crown to The GUN show, and two, I want to do this on my own, my entire career I've been associated with some type of group, faction, stable call it what you will, this time around I want to go back to my roots, solo, on my own, so no one can say I lied cheated or stole my way to victory. I'm still going to be representing the GUNS, I mean I am an exsecutive producer after all, but at the end of the tournament, I want no excuses, ya dig?"
There is a bit of silence as Venom thinks that over. "Ok, that makes sense. We'll have Goldbear II represent us then, like you said it helps our odds to bring the X*Crown to the Gun show."
"Right, but...uh...Goldbear he uh...he knows to take it easy with me if we do happen to cross paths right? I haven't seen the brackets yet but there is a good chance we could face each other at some point."
"Uh...Hey! No! That's my fish taco!....uh yeah sure easy or something, hey I gotta go damn bear is getting into my fish tacos...NO PUT THAT DOWN! MY FISH TACO! GO TO THE RIVER AND GET YOUR OWN FISH!" Click.
JFK just has a look of visible confusion on his face before shaking his head and turning his attention to the screen as we see D hit his Twisted Truth, a rolling cutter, JFK winces a bit "Damn that's brutal, he gets a ton of torque on that." he says to himself
"James, sorry, you have another call coming it, it's your wife."
"Ok put her on the screen."
We see JFK's wife Christina Kaos-Karn a tall blond beauty of a woman, also one of the richest and most powerful women in the world. And she doesn't look happy.
"WHAT THE HELL JAMES!?"
"Ah there it is, the trifecta."
"What? Never-mind, did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you forget I have the XHF Network app on my phone? Did you forget I was going to catch up on Triple S during my flight to our plant here in Russia? You must have because if you didn't you would have told me you were going to be in the End of Days tournament and I wouldn't have had to find out by push notification!"
"Yeah...it kinda just came up while talking to Mongo the other day and..."
"Bullshit James. You've had this planned for months, that explains all the training you've been doing. You can con the entire world but you can't con me."
"That's why I married you darling" he gives her his patented devilish grin.
"Cut the shit James, you agreed this would only be part time and that most of your time would be just as a producer for the Gun show, how does it go from sitting behind a monitor telling them what camera to cut to to being in one of the most grueling tournaments in the world?"
"Pride." he says as a matter of fact. "You know, that one of the last things I want to do before I hang them up for good, is to get a one on one..."
"Yeah yeah yeah, a one on one title match for the big one that you've never had in your entire career, I just wish it wasn't End of Days, I mean cant you just have Mongo GIVE you a title match?"
He shrugs "Probably but I'd rather not, besides, this way no one can cry favoritism or whathaveyou."
She stairs at him while tapping her finger on the desk. "Fine, you're lucky you are cute, but if you seriously hurt yourself you have to explain it to Anna."
"I doubt it will come to that but ok."
"James, have you seen the brackets? The semis could be you vs Goldbear II, a fucking BEAR JAMES"
"A bear who is my homie?"
"Bears don't have homies James! They have food. And he's not the only one who is a monster, you also have Duke Kosloff..."
"Wait..didnt Price bury and burn his ass alive?"
"You don't even watch your own product do you?"
He smiles. "Just the Gun Show to be honest."
"Sigh, James this isn't going to be an easy tournament, just please, be-careful OK?"
He smiles again "Will do darlin', and you be safe while over there"
"Please, I practically own this country I'll be fine. I got a meeting coming up talk to you tonight?"
"Of course."
"Kay, love you."
"Love you too." And with that the video call ends. JFK waits a few seconds to see if the phone rings again, looking at the ceiling waiting for GladOS to come chiming in, nothing.
"Good, I was tired of getting yelled at." he mumbles to himself
He turns to go back to the gym and stubs his toe on the corner of the counter.
"AH WHAT THE HELL JAMES YOU CLUMSY....dammit now I'm yelling at myself..."
