Post by Kai Stevens on Jan 26, 2019 16:53:05 GMT
THE BOOK OF
KAI STEVENS
CHAPTER FOUR,
PART TWO:
breathing blood
“If death is victory,
how afraid of life can you be?
I'm born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed.
Will I rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies?
I've regained consciousness under this swinging moon;
you filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer's wounds.”
Oh, Sleeper
“They say that you should let your actions speak so loud,” begins a voice full of confidence. “That everyone is deaf to your words.” The voice pauses here as its wielder, Pure Champion Kai Stevens, wets his lips. He sits forward in his chair in this intentionally dimly lit locale, resting his elbows on his thighs while interlocking his fingers. Despite the poor lighting, one can tell that he is wearing an official New Age Plague t-shirt to go with a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of Timberland boots. He grins cockily and continues. “Personally,” he says. “Personally I prefer to tell you exactly what the fuck I’m gonna’ do before I do it. I guess I must like being able to say I told ya’ so or something. When it comes right down to it, I embody that old adage in my own ways. Y’see, my actions are always loud. Every fist to someone’s temple is a shot heard ‘round the world, every kick to the teeth a resounding eruption like that of a volcano. But my words, Mr. Katz? My words carry with them more value than all of your actions-- combined. But my actions serve to deafen you. I proved that against Michael Maddox, and I deafened everyone in this industry to his words by ending his fucking career. I proved that against my own New Age Plague brethren, Miles Taylor. And come It’s War, I’ll prove it against you, too.”
He pauses here for a moment to flick his eyes off camera. Once he turns his focus back to the lens before him, a smirk cracks his otherwise hardened visage. “But don’t just take my word for it, even if my word is my bond,” he snickers. “If you want proof, the burden of proof rests upon my shoulders, does it not? Much like the Pure Championship? Well, Mr. Katz… Go to Japan, ask them about me there,” offers the Prodigy of Ronin. “They’ll tell you about the men I put down there-- one loss in my entire time in Japan in my career?! Ask Jun Nobunaga, ask Shinati Mizarki, ask Kenny fuckin’ Omega, ask the Apparition, ask Masanori Kawada, ask Khmaoch Sângkât. I have so many fuckin’ expert witnesses to my feats of glory that you might as well plead no contest... Because when it comes to shitstains like you going up against Gods like me? No contest is the only fucking option you got.” Kai separates his interlocked fingers to scratch at his beard with his right hand, lightly guiding the pads of his thumb and first two fingers along his cast-iron jaw. “Let’s take a look at my actions from this infantile year alone,” he stabs.
“First thing I did this year was beat Tyler Morgan and Samantha Taylor beside the First Lady of the New Age Plague-- made a statement. We made it abundantly fuckin’ clear that it doesn’t matter if they’re a Beast or the longest reigning Women’s Champ in ALPHA Wrestling history-- they couldn’t hold a candle to us… After that, I broke into Tyler’s brother’s house and broke his fucking skull-- no exaggeration. I put his shitstain of a brother head-first into the concrete after we concussed him with our Purifier. Now, I took that same rage, that same momentum, Mr. Katz, and I put down Graham Baker. I put his head through concrete, too. In fact, I put him on the shelf so fuckin’ bad he couldn’t stand up like a man and defend his Tag Team Championship beside his partner Zachary Bates… And then I successfully defended my ALPHA World Heavyweight Championship for the fifth time.” Kai pauses briefly with an arrogant smirk. “And now,” elaborates the Envoy of the End. “Now I get to take all of that… That pure... Unadulterated violence, and I get to force feed it to you. I get to take the same fists I drove through Tyler Morgan’s shit-talking jaw, and I get to drive them through yours. I get to take the same knee that I drilled through Graham Baker’s temple and put it straight through your skull... And above all else, Mr. Katz, you stupid motherfucker? I get to take the same heel I sent through the back of Michael Maddox’s scalp by way of his overused mouth, and I get to KICK YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TEETH DOWN YOUR THROAT!”
“At the end of the day,” furthers the Aerial Arsonist. “When the sun has set and the dust has settled… There was never going to be even the slightest chance of you walking out of our matchup the winner, and do you wanna’ know why? I’ll do my best to spell it out for you as slowly as possible since I know you’re not the smartest… You won’t be walking out of It’s War as a winner because you won’t be walking out at all... I no longer need to sit here as the Envoy of the End, Mr. Katz. I need not warn you that your End is Nigh any longer… Because you already knew that-- learned it the second you found out you were gonna’ be fed to me… I guess… I guess what I’m trying to say, motherfucker? Is that I’m gonna’ show the world... That there’s more than one way to skin a Katz.” With this, Kai cackles maniacally and reclines in his chair, allowing the haunting image of his sadistic smile to burn into your retinas as we fade to black...
fin.
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