Post by Kai Stevens on Jul 23, 2019 20:34:50 GMT
CHAPTER TEN:
silent bullet
“I reach for defiance,
I reach for despair.
There is nothing
that can keep me
from making the
ultimate sacrifice.”
Soilwork
“They say you never see the bullet that takes you down,” chuckle a voice from the dark as a metallic scraping permeates the air. “But when I put you down once and for all, Ryan Kelly, I’m gonna’ do it to your face, eye-to-eye… Like a man. Something you could NEVER understand.”
We fade in upon the bearded visage of none other than the Divine Wrestling Pure Champion himself, Kai Stevens. He dons a plain black v-neck under a black leather jacket, as well as a pair of black jeans. Upon his feet, he sports a pair of black Timberland boots. In his hands, the Judge, Jury, and Executioner wields a shimmering forty-five caliber bullet, his eyes glued to the ammunition Kai and his entire family oppose politically. Surrounding Stevens is a poorly lit room with black walls and a faded floor color, a black steel folding chair separating Kai’s posterior from said floor. With his elbows on his knees and leaning slightly forward, Kai flicks his eyes up to the camera as he fiddles with the bullet.
“You know what this is, Ryan?” he asks rhetorically. “This is a bullet, Ryan. It’s a piece of ammunition that can be used to end someone’s life. It’s a polarizing variable of weaponry, but without it, a gun is useless… As useless as my title around your waist. This bullet, however… It needs no gun to put you down. Know why? Because these are my weapons, Ryan.” Kai clenches both hands into white-knuckled fists with a smirk upon his face. “And the fucking SECOND I get my hands on your ugly mug, I’m emptying the clip. And I’m going to inflict upon you pure, unadulterated violence the likes of which you’ve NEVER SEEN. Because you’ve insulted me, motherfucker. You’ve been no more than a disrespectful and sanctimonious bottom bitch, and you’ve done it at my expense. No more. Once the two of us step into the ring at SAGA 7, once you bring MY FUCKING TITLE back to my ring? You won’t be able to insult anyone ever again. I will fire each fist, each kick… Right into that thick skull of yours, full auto.” Snickering, the Infernal Baptist finds himself perturbed. Ryan had stolen the title after Kai successfully defended it yet again, but it seems as if there’s more to Kai’s animosity than this disrespect. “I’ve been the Pure Champion longer than you’ve even been in this company, Ryan. I’ve defended it against each and every challenger that’s suicidally stepped foot into my ring, I’ve done nothing but infuse the title, and by extension the company, with honor... With glory... With pride... With dignity... And every single second you taint that strap, Ryan? You chip away at the validity of that title, at the validity of this company. But I won’t allow you to continue doing so. Once I pry my title from your cold, dead hands? I’m gonna’ put the bottom of my boot against that ugly mug of yours and chip away until there’s NOTHING LEFT TO IDENTIFY YOUR BODY WITH other than the shit in your trunks and the piss running down your leg... There won’t even be enough of you left for a closed casket.”
Kai opens his fists and looks down at the bullet in his palms. A smirk creeps across his face as he narrows his eyes and chuckles softly. Once a moment or two has passed, Stevens looks back up at the camera with venomous resent coursing through his veins. When he gives utterance to his continued verbal skewering, he does so with a self-aggrandizing grin on his lips and contempt radiating from each and every syllable in his wrathful rhetoric.
“Like a message from the hanged man’s twine,” continues the Cowboy Killer, “Understand that you’re in WAY over your head. At the end of the day, no matter what you’ve done thus far in your career, no matter what you’ve done thus far in Divine Wrestling... You still don’t have what it takes to be Pure Champion. Apparently, I’m the ONLY motherfucker who’s got what it takes, since I’ve been the ONLY man to hold it… And as long as I’ve got something to say about it, I’ll be the last man to hold it. Taking my title, wearing it around your waist… Pretending your Champion, it doesn’t make you Champion… It makes you a coward. It makes you a bottom feeder with blood on his name... And I’ve come to collect.” With a sinister smile, Kai furrows his brow confidently and continues. “Beating you within an inch of your life three fucking times in a row must not have done the trick. Somehow, you’ve failed to learn the lesson you need, but I am here to educate you... I am here to make sure that you not only learn this lesson once and for all… But to make sure you never show your ugly mug in my presence again. Once I’m done with you, Ryan? Your career is over… And right about now,” he explains, glancing back down at the bullet. “Right about now I’m particularly inclined to end your life, too. You have never, will never, and could never hold a fucking candle to me, motherfucker… I am cut from a different cloth, and you? You’re no more than a stain on whatever pathetic cloth you’re cut from… So when I finally get my hands on your dumb ass, Ryan? I’ll be cutting you from the fabric of reality entirely.”
Kai rises to his feet from his seat in the black chair. The dim light shines down on the steel face of Kai’s favorite weapon before he places the bullet down upon it. He smirks at the ammunition on the chair for a moment before turning back to the camera and wrapping his muscular grip around the lens, angling it up toward his face in his current vertical stance. Snickering arrogantly, the Envoy of the End narrows his eyes and nods his head for emphasis.
“I have no more time to waste on you, Ryan,” he explains. “No more time to waste on talk... I’ll leave the words and threats to bottom bitch nobodies like you and Michael Rissi... In exchange, why don’t you leave the fighting, the titles, the being a real man... Why don’t you leave those things to the men who are ACTUALLY FUCKING CAPABLE OF IT? Even if you don’t accept this offer, Ryan, it’s the only deal you’re getting… Because this right here? This bullet on this chair? It’s your death sentence... Because as the Judge, Jury, and Executioner, I have reached your verdict… And I find you guilty of cowardice... Of larceny... Of baseless arrogance... And guilty of warranting my vengeance... So for your time wearing my title? For your time wasting mine? For your career, for your MOTHERFUCKING LIFE, you BOTTOM BITCH MOTHERFUCKER... The End is no longer Nigh… It’s here.”
With this, Kai smirks. As he storms out of the frame, his sinister and maniacal cackle reverberates throughout the locale. The camera slowly pans down and zooms in, settling eventually upon the bullet on the chair as it glistens. An abrupt cut to black leaves us with one question and one question alone: will Kai be able to make another successful defense of his title?
fin.
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