Post by Kai Stevens on Nov 2, 2018 23:18:14 GMT
CHAPTER ONE:
bloody nose
----We open on a dimly lit Madison Square Garden. It is vacant, save for a few employees trying to get some overnight touches on the set for the pilot episode of Saturday Night Saga constructed. The ring is only partially set up, however, at this point, and the man standing in the middle of this squared circle dons a black pair of Nike shorts with a white swoosh, black and white Nike Elite calf socks, black Nike mid-top sneakers, one of his official t-shirts, a black pair of Aviator sunglasses, a black headband, and draped across his right shoulder is the ALPHA World Heavyweight Championship.
----This man, clearly Kai Stevens, bows his head slightly for a moment, allowing the camera to inch closer and closer towards his ominous visage. Once the camera enters the space around the Infernal Baptist, he flicks his eyes forebodingly upwards to the lens of the camera. Removing his sunglasses, he lets loose his resentful rhetoric.
----“They say you never get a second chance at a first impression,” begins the Cowboy Killer. “Which means that this coming Saturday, here in my home state, in front of people whose minds race a mile a New York minute… I will be making the single most unforgettable kickoff this generation has ever seen. It starts with you, Maddox, but it ends the same way it has for every man who has worn the shoes you’re about to be buried in.
----“While you’re off doing God knows what in LWA, some of us are actually making a difference in this industry. Some of us... Are making history. I ended the reign of Khmaoch Sângkât in Japan, and here in the States I burned down the empire of the Chaos Contingent to find myself… Find myself here, wearing this Championship… Find myself here, preparing to bring this entire company to its FUCKING KNEES! And I can guarantee you this right now, Maddox… As long as you stand in my way? As long as the company is intent on your murder being the first match this company broadcasts? I will make you an example... To martyr you, Maddox… I will bring you to your knees first… And if you refuse? I’ll rip them the fuck out.
----“But by all means,” continues the Inevitable. “You bring your delusions of grandeur on Saturday, I’ll bring my fists, and we’ll see which one of us is left standing at the end of the night, Mike. Trust me... As I begin my own saga here in Divine Wrestling, I’m sure you will just be the first of many to find out what kind of God I am... What kind of wrath I am capable of.”
----Stevens snickers evilly, shaking his head with disdain. After a moment or two, like A Man Possessed Kai glares an inferno into the camera, his blood clearly boiling within his veins. The tone with which he addresses Maddox through the lens of this camera speaks to his contempt and even more to his arrogance.
----“For some,” he adds. “My approach might be construed as… As too violent. They say I’m a bad influence on the children... But luckily, something I learned at a very young age is that you are never too young to drive your fist through someone’s chest and rip out their still-beating heart to, for all intents and purposes, take a shit on it, on their hopes and their dreams… And come Saturday, Maddox? Come Saturday it’s your heart that I will be stomping into the canvas over and over and over and over and over again.
----“In fact, Michael, I am going to take every last drop of your blood and splatter it across the mat until there is nothing left but arterial crimson. And what each and every person out there in the audience is gonna’ remember… What each and every competitor backstage or suit behind a desk in the front office is gonna’ remember... It’s not our match. It’s definitely not you, motherfucker, that’s for sure… It’s the smile I’m gonna’ wear on my face while I’m driving your ugly mug into the fucking mat again and again and again.
----“They will remember that I bathed in your blood,” the Envoy of the End efforts to add. “That I tasted in your torment... Above all else, though, Michael? They will remember that I struck you down with ease, with stark and utter horror forced into the hearts of anyone foolish enough to oppose the Inevitable. In essence, Michael? In essence, you can delude yourself into thinking you’re some kind of icon... That a woman in her right mind would ever give you even the time of day… Because all that’ll do? It’ll give me the opportunity beat your delusions out of your thick skull. So for your delusions, Mike? For your time thinking you’ll be WORTH FUCKING ANYTHING IN THIS COMPANY?! For your career? The end is nigh.”
----With this, Stevens adjusts the strap strewn across his shoulder and smirks with malice aforethought. Nodding his head, he struts past the camera and vanishes off into the lukewarm New York air. As he does so, we are left with one question in mind:
----Can this new beginning for the industry truly begin with someone’s end?
fin.
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