Post by JFK on Jul 16, 2008 10:54:44 GMT -6
We open up in the huge room that hosts the Corporate Empire's state of the art gym residing inside Kaos Tower, Seattle WA. We can see a lone figure working on the bench press, that lone figure is of course the leader, and still voice of the Corporate Empire, CEO and chairman of Kaos INC, a man who is well better then you, you and you, Kole Kaos. He sits up from the self spotting bench press, his body covered in sweat, he reaches to the side and grabs a bottle of water and eye's the camera coming near him. He holds up the bottle of Vitamin Water showing off his face on the bottle.
Kole: Vitamin Water's newest release, Kaos Lime. Green like the color of money, and the taste of success.
Kole grins a small grin.
Kole: Now that I got that plug out of the way, what's wrong Darky poo? No beer for you? So sad...so sad.
Kole make's a sad pouty face. Then chuckles.
Kole: You really are a sorry excuse for a human being you know that right? I mean what's wrong with your will power man? You can’t control the demons inside your head with out the help of prescription drugs? You’re that weak willed that you let men like Fate get the best of you? Its sad man, it truly is sad. What's even sadder is the fact that you just don’t GET IT. This is the 2nd time I've heard from your camp the misconceptions of who, and what I am. Fate eluded to it before a few weeks ago, and this week you...not me...I don’t repeat my self, but you, like the bird you are repeated the same misinformation that Fate uttered. Let me make something clear to you Darky, let me make something perfectly clear to you.
Kole motions to his left, then his right as if to say look around.
Kole: This, is mine. Bought, paid for, and owned strictly by me. This company, mine. A Fortune 500 I might add, so comparing me to that meat head JBL who's a two bit barely a millionaire who got LUCKY in the stock market, well, that's just insulting, and then to compare me to that green Dibiase Jr. Well that's just ludicrous. Your head must be messed up from all those sedatives Darky. JBL WISHES he had my type of money, he WISHES his Mamajamama or whatever the **** it's called was as successful as Kaos Kola. He wishes he had steel mills like mine turning out raw materials for the nation's biggest contractors. I could buy and sell both JBL and Dibiase Jr. a hundred times over. You see Darky, what I am, WHO I am, this isn’t a gimmick, this isn’t a story, this is real life Darky. This is who I am. I'm rich, I'm powerful, I'm good looking, hell man, I am just...well, as much as I'd hate to rip my buddy's line off it just seams to fit...I'm better then you Darky, in every shape of the term.
Kole grabs his neck and tilts his head from side to side, we can hear it cracking with a loud pop.
Kole: As a good friend of mine would say, you got things twisted Darky. I never once called you poor, those words never escaped my mouth not even once, no what I said Darky...listen closely so I don’t have to repeat my self yet again, is that your a DISCRACE.
Kole opens his eyes wide and his head twitches to the camera like, ok? Got it?
Kole: A disgrace Darky, to this business, to your family, to the state of Minnesota. And its good Darky, it’s good that you have a family that loves you even if you are a disgrace to them and bring shame to their family name, they are bigger people then I. See if you were a member of the Kaos family well...you'd have been euthanized by now. Your life...maybe it isn’t ****, but it sure is on that downward slope. A...downward spiral if you will. You should understand that term, I am sure you’re a nine inch nails fan. You sure look the part at least, all dark and gloomy with your dyed black hair, your pasty "I haven’t seen the sun in years" skin, Darky, the 90's called, and they want their look back. It doesn’t scare anyone anymore Darky, the fear you once hand over the nCw roster, it's just like you after this Sunday, gone.
Kole wipes the sweat from his brow before continuing on.
Kole: You should have stuck to music Darky, you had a good run in wrestling no doubt, but this Sunday, you steep into the ring with the future of this business, and the future is now Darky. My time...is now. I called you out DP to prove a point, that my first few runs in this biasness, were flukes, I was misused, under utilized, mis-marketed now that I am in control of my character, my contract, there's no one to blame anymore, no one to point the finger at, if I don’t beat you this Sunday, it's my own fault. And that's exactly how I want it.
Kole lowers his head for a second.
Kole: You see Darky, this Sunday's paid per view is aptly named, Last Stand. Not only could it be your last stand in that ring, but it could be mine also. Just as you have to prove to your self that you still MATTER in this business, I have to prove to my self that I can cut it. Yes it's true; you've been around this business for much longer then I. You've seen horrors up-close and personal that I’ve only seen on the tube. You see Darky....
Kole slowly raises his head, the cocky confident look on his face all but gone, now the only emotion on his face is business, strictly serious business.
Kole: I have everything to lose in this match Darky, I've made two prier runs in this business where I fell flat on my face. If I can’t beat you, a man who's done NOTHING as of late...and lets face it Darky, this IS a business of "What have you done for me lately"...If I can’t beat you...then I'd have to question my decision to be here, to come to the nCw, to even think about lacing my boots back up once more. That...and that alone Dark Prophet. Is why I can’t….why I DON’T… fear you. I CANT fear you DP, not even for a second. Because if I do, then why am I here? I have a goal in mind, one simple goal, to take over the nCw from the ground up. By force, and by respect. And what better way to do that then to go up to be biggest, meanest, nastiest son of bitch on the roster, spit in his face, and then BEAT him...in his own game. This isn’t a game of pool Darky, this isn’t a game of chance and luck, this is real life, and this is a real fight. Am I going to be scared and broken after this match...yes. No doubt. I know the consequences of my actions Darky, I know what's in store of me, but I also know what the pay off is also. Once I beat you in the Asylum, everyone will take notice, every one will fear me. And you...you'll just be a fading memory that in a year, no one will remember. And if they do, it will be as the man who was destroyed by Kole Kaos, the Living Weapon of Mass Destruction.
Kole readjusts him self on the bench once more.
Kole: So go and have your fun Darky, play your pool, do whatever it is that you need to do to get ready for this match, me...I'll be here, training, preparing, for the fight of my life, training and preparing, to be what I say I am, what I KNOW I am, and what I will prove to be this Sunday at Last Stand. That I am…completely...and utterly...Perfect.
With that Kole lay's back down on the bench press and we fade out to a black screen.
Kole: Vitamin Water's newest release, Kaos Lime. Green like the color of money, and the taste of success.
Kole grins a small grin.
Kole: Now that I got that plug out of the way, what's wrong Darky poo? No beer for you? So sad...so sad.
Kole make's a sad pouty face. Then chuckles.
Kole: You really are a sorry excuse for a human being you know that right? I mean what's wrong with your will power man? You can’t control the demons inside your head with out the help of prescription drugs? You’re that weak willed that you let men like Fate get the best of you? Its sad man, it truly is sad. What's even sadder is the fact that you just don’t GET IT. This is the 2nd time I've heard from your camp the misconceptions of who, and what I am. Fate eluded to it before a few weeks ago, and this week you...not me...I don’t repeat my self, but you, like the bird you are repeated the same misinformation that Fate uttered. Let me make something clear to you Darky, let me make something perfectly clear to you.
Kole motions to his left, then his right as if to say look around.
Kole: This, is mine. Bought, paid for, and owned strictly by me. This company, mine. A Fortune 500 I might add, so comparing me to that meat head JBL who's a two bit barely a millionaire who got LUCKY in the stock market, well, that's just insulting, and then to compare me to that green Dibiase Jr. Well that's just ludicrous. Your head must be messed up from all those sedatives Darky. JBL WISHES he had my type of money, he WISHES his Mamajamama or whatever the **** it's called was as successful as Kaos Kola. He wishes he had steel mills like mine turning out raw materials for the nation's biggest contractors. I could buy and sell both JBL and Dibiase Jr. a hundred times over. You see Darky, what I am, WHO I am, this isn’t a gimmick, this isn’t a story, this is real life Darky. This is who I am. I'm rich, I'm powerful, I'm good looking, hell man, I am just...well, as much as I'd hate to rip my buddy's line off it just seams to fit...I'm better then you Darky, in every shape of the term.
Kole grabs his neck and tilts his head from side to side, we can hear it cracking with a loud pop.
Kole: As a good friend of mine would say, you got things twisted Darky. I never once called you poor, those words never escaped my mouth not even once, no what I said Darky...listen closely so I don’t have to repeat my self yet again, is that your a DISCRACE.
Kole opens his eyes wide and his head twitches to the camera like, ok? Got it?
Kole: A disgrace Darky, to this business, to your family, to the state of Minnesota. And its good Darky, it’s good that you have a family that loves you even if you are a disgrace to them and bring shame to their family name, they are bigger people then I. See if you were a member of the Kaos family well...you'd have been euthanized by now. Your life...maybe it isn’t ****, but it sure is on that downward slope. A...downward spiral if you will. You should understand that term, I am sure you’re a nine inch nails fan. You sure look the part at least, all dark and gloomy with your dyed black hair, your pasty "I haven’t seen the sun in years" skin, Darky, the 90's called, and they want their look back. It doesn’t scare anyone anymore Darky, the fear you once hand over the nCw roster, it's just like you after this Sunday, gone.
Kole wipes the sweat from his brow before continuing on.
Kole: You should have stuck to music Darky, you had a good run in wrestling no doubt, but this Sunday, you steep into the ring with the future of this business, and the future is now Darky. My time...is now. I called you out DP to prove a point, that my first few runs in this biasness, were flukes, I was misused, under utilized, mis-marketed now that I am in control of my character, my contract, there's no one to blame anymore, no one to point the finger at, if I don’t beat you this Sunday, it's my own fault. And that's exactly how I want it.
Kole lowers his head for a second.
Kole: You see Darky, this Sunday's paid per view is aptly named, Last Stand. Not only could it be your last stand in that ring, but it could be mine also. Just as you have to prove to your self that you still MATTER in this business, I have to prove to my self that I can cut it. Yes it's true; you've been around this business for much longer then I. You've seen horrors up-close and personal that I’ve only seen on the tube. You see Darky....
Kole slowly raises his head, the cocky confident look on his face all but gone, now the only emotion on his face is business, strictly serious business.
Kole: I have everything to lose in this match Darky, I've made two prier runs in this business where I fell flat on my face. If I can’t beat you, a man who's done NOTHING as of late...and lets face it Darky, this IS a business of "What have you done for me lately"...If I can’t beat you...then I'd have to question my decision to be here, to come to the nCw, to even think about lacing my boots back up once more. That...and that alone Dark Prophet. Is why I can’t….why I DON’T… fear you. I CANT fear you DP, not even for a second. Because if I do, then why am I here? I have a goal in mind, one simple goal, to take over the nCw from the ground up. By force, and by respect. And what better way to do that then to go up to be biggest, meanest, nastiest son of bitch on the roster, spit in his face, and then BEAT him...in his own game. This isn’t a game of pool Darky, this isn’t a game of chance and luck, this is real life, and this is a real fight. Am I going to be scared and broken after this match...yes. No doubt. I know the consequences of my actions Darky, I know what's in store of me, but I also know what the pay off is also. Once I beat you in the Asylum, everyone will take notice, every one will fear me. And you...you'll just be a fading memory that in a year, no one will remember. And if they do, it will be as the man who was destroyed by Kole Kaos, the Living Weapon of Mass Destruction.
Kole readjusts him self on the bench once more.
Kole: So go and have your fun Darky, play your pool, do whatever it is that you need to do to get ready for this match, me...I'll be here, training, preparing, for the fight of my life, training and preparing, to be what I say I am, what I KNOW I am, and what I will prove to be this Sunday at Last Stand. That I am…completely...and utterly...Perfect.
With that Kole lay's back down on the bench press and we fade out to a black screen.
Paid for and approved by the Corporate "simply better then you" Empire 2008