Post by La Familia Price on Feb 21, 2019 23:14:09 GMT -5
Star Island, one of the most inclusive plots of land one can own in Miami, here is where the K.I.W.A. (Karn Inc Wrestlers Alliance) compound, as its been called, resides, a mansion refurbished into a performance center and dorm rooms for trainees. It was first used as the home-base of one of the most dominate stables the Imperials ever saw, now it's JFK's main gym to train at, and it houses his newly established school headed by his cousin, one half of the former tag team The Renegades, Will Fenel.
JFK comes walking in wearing a custom tailored tux, what, you think we buy off the rack here? What are we, Maverick? Please. He un-does the bow tie and tosses it onto a counter as he removes the jacket, he starts to talk.
"So I just got back from a gala one of my close personal friends was throwing, you may know him as he's a former XHF Legend himself, Charlie Velez, by the way he says fuck you Mongo . Where I found my self talking to some old friends, Charlie, Doc, and a few others you may or may not know and they brought it to my attention that in my last promo, I may have told you what I am, but I never clearly told you who I am. And after viewing Maverick's little promo on my way home from the gala that has become even more abundantly clear. So let me start off at the beginning shall I?"
He pulls his dress shirt up out of his pants as he makes his way across the property, heading down some stairs he flicks the lights on.
"I am a man who only speaks in truths, sometimes people enjoy those truths and they agree with me, sometimes, the truth hurts and people resent me for what I've said, but at the end of the day, I will not lie to you Maverick, I will only speak the truth, if you want to hear it is a different matter all together but let it be known son, what I say, is fact.
First fact, I wasn't born into this, not even close, everything you see me have, the cars, the wife, the child, the house, the gadgets, I've EARNED. I scraped clawed and fought my way to where I am today.
See when I was born I was born to a small time indy wrestler and his rat mat wife. I learned at an early age one has to fight to survive. When Mikey came along that's when all the shit hit the fan, you see our mother, being the whore that she is, decided to tell our father that Mikey wasn't his, that he could be someone else, this caused all kinds of drama in our already drama filled life, and being the type of person I am, I took action, I tried, even at the tender age of five or some shit I tried to take Mikey out, placed a pillow over his tiny baby head, and pressed the air out of his lungs. I was stopped, and then next thing I knew me and pops were living in FL while he was drowning his sorrows away, I was learning how to live and survive, on my own."
He unbuttons his shirt taking it off and tosses it onto a gym bench in-front of some lockers, he then pulls out a pair of shorts and removes his pants, box briefs Mongo ok? He slides the shorts on then sits down and starts tapping up his hands.
"From there, living and thriving on the streets of Miami I learned to survive, I learned that if I wanted something, I was going to have to fight for it, nothing in this life was going to be handed to me and anything I'd ever want I'd have to earn. So I did, I did what I thought I needed to do out of high school and I joined the services, did two tours in the Gulf and realized that that shit, was not for me. But while I was on my 2nd tour, one of my squad-mates showed me tapes he had of the XHF, and that lead me to discovering my long lost brother. So from there fresh out of the service I found a trainer, someone who had ties to the XHF someone who could at least get me a look, so I could prove myself to get a shot."
He finishes up his right hand and starts tapping up his left, ripping the tape with his teeth.
"Not only did I earn an opportunity, I made such a name for myself that it actually caused some of the old timers to rise up and resent us new crop of talent. How do you think I became a Gun? Do you think it was handed to me? No. At first we went to war, Charlie, V, Doc, and others resented us new guys and tried to put us in our place, we fought back, with me leading the charge, and I EARNED my way into the Guns by beating some respect into them. When the XHF closed down and our legacy continued on in nCw who do you think it was that the Guns called to get a spot there? Spike Kane? Naw, The Ace? Nope, they called me, The One, Jay Eff Kay. I was the one man they trusted, because I EARNED that trust, you starting to get it yet Maverick? Is it getting throw that thick skull of yours? Doesn't matter, my size 12 boot will break it open so it does."
He finishes up his other hand and kicks his shoes off, then socks, he slips on a pair of kick pads, he gets up and starts walking towards an open area that has a full sized ring, sparing circles, and a full blown gym.
"So you see Maverick, all this, where I am now, is a accumulation of what I've done in the past, I don't fault you for not knowing son, it's ok, you're not known as the Genius Icon after all. I just never assumed you were this stupid not to do your own research before opening your mouth. But I guess that's what you do best right? Run your fuckin' mouth? That's fine, you can run it all you want, but just make sure you keep your jaw closed when I TKK it, because son, you got a good superkick, but mine is just that much better.
I'm a man who tells no lies Maverick so believe me when I tell you this, I have fought for everything I have, I will fight to keep everything I hold dear, and rest assured, it's not the money, the money is nice, especially when in the first time in my life I don't even have to worry about the money, it's just there, because I EARNED it. My next goal is a simple one Maverick, to EARN my way into the Icons, and that means I have to go throw you, so let me tell you what that means for you, quite simply son."
He throws a spinning back kick that hits a 100lb bag square where Maverick's jaw would be.
"It sucks to be you."
