Post by JFK on Jul 18, 2008 12:45:33 GMT -6
We open up in the empty Verizon Center in the Nations Capital, Washington, D.C. Where in a few short days lives will be changed, and history will be made, at nCw paid per view Last Stand. In this arena we see that it’s completely empty, sans the men working on the Asylum structure, making sure it fits perfectly around the ring, that it's ready to go for the big match between the god...wait...he cant be called that anymore...between Dark Prophet, and the man we see sitting up in the middle section of the arena watching the builders work, Kole Kaos. Kole scratches the side of his face, his beard coming in a bit scruffy as if he hasn’t shaved in a few days. Not his normal clean cut look, his tear away warm up pants are only buttoned up on a few buttons on each leg, his tank top soaked with sweat, he must have been doing suicide's in the arena before we came in. He sits with his feet up on the chair in front of him, staring at the structure. He then blinks a hard blink and turns his attention to the camera.
"Hypocrite."
He pauses, then looks at the camera, moving his head from side to side with his face reading an expression of what, don’t get what I am saying?
"Confused? Hrm? Maybe? Just a bit? Don’t get how you're a hypocrite DP? Hrm? Maybe...maybe your pea sized brain doesn’t even know what the word means...hrm? Maybe? Maybe...maybe you’re just blinded by the..."voices" inside your head. You want something thought provoking? Well listen up closely boy."
Kole chuckles and shakes his head a bit.
"Open my mind, expand my mind...ha! Let me explain something to you DP, I am a man of logic, and reasoning, if I cant TOUCH IT, SMELL IT AND SEE IT...it doesn’t exist. So these....”demons” he makes the “” symbol with his fingers that...”haunt” you...are nothing more then figments of your imagination...hold on DP I'm getting to the hypocrisy part...figments of your imagination that....you fight off with, and these are your own words, you admitted this, that you fight off with using prescription pills...a man of fate and a believer if the supernatural...using science...to curb his demons, AND THEN you go on to slander the good company that has decided to indorse me, and the Corporate Empire, by saying their water is poison...yes granted, it might have some extra added stuff in it, like sugar...and other things...but those pills DP...that's poison...and you put it in your body every...single...day. And that...DP make's you a hypocrite. You want me to expand my mind and think outside of the box, but if I did DP, if it wasn’t for people LIKE me...well...you'd have been euthanized years ago now wouldn’t you?"
Kole chuckles a bit at that statement.
"But you've already stated that haven’t you DP...that I am a double edge sword, you hate what I am, you hate what I represent, yet you admit, with out me, well the world wouldn’t be the great place that it is today now would it? That's why you need men like me DP, men with Ivy League schooling, men with the ruthlessness to make the decisions that normal peasants can’t…WONT… make. Men with the drive, and ambition, to be the BEST, in their chosen careers. With out men like me, you'd be noting more then an animal running lose in the wild. A shell of a man. But hey...maybe that's what would make you happy. And that’s the difference between you and me, your nothing more then an animal. A rabid animal, that I…a MAN…will put down once and for all this Sunday."
Kole shrugs and looks back down at the structure.
"I've seen this before DP...granted called by another name...but make no mistake, I am no stranger to this structure, you call it the Asylum...my old...teacher,Kole spits at the ground. called it the Terrordome."
"My old teacher....HA! Cancer ridden flunky that he is. I had to learn it the hard way, I thought he was a man of prestige and honor, but he's just like you DP...JUST LIKE YOU....a chair swinging, beer swilling, lunatic, that has NO RIGHT...being in that ring, he just like you, has no wrestling talent what so ever, take away the weapons, the chairs, the garbage wrestling, and you got nothing more then a street punk. A low life. No more talented then the bums people pay to fight each other for food. Guy's like you, Price...Spike Kane...they are all the same, they go around calling them selves god's...monsters...messiahs...when in reality, they are just lonely pathetic mortals trying to keep a grip on their once found fame...people don’t want to see hardcore garbage wrestling anymore DP they are tired of it, the shock and awe of it has worn thin, it's tired. And you know it...I think that's why you are thinking of leaving the nCw and wrestling all together, because you realize, that you are no longer...relevant. You no longer...matter."
Kole takes his feet off the chair in front of him and leans forward with his arms now resting on the head of the chair.
"I'm going to do the world a favor this Sunday at Last Stand DP, and take you out of your misery once and for all. I am going to finish, what Spike started, I am going to end your career, and your lively hood. I am going to beat you at your own game DP and show to the world that anyone...anyone can swing a chair, but it takes a real talent, a real wrestler, to over come senseless violence and persevere. So put whatever weapons you want into the match DP, pick them all for all I care, but pick wisely, because anything you place in that ring, will be used against you DP...I've already proven to you and to the world that I am the better wrestler, this Sunday I show that I am the better monster also."
Kole's eyebrows go upwards, then he grins.
"You might have broken peoples bones, you might have torn people's flesh, hell you've might have even nearly killed someone before in that ring, but you've never beaten me DP and I don’t plan on letting you do so this Sunday, if I have to become a monster to beat a monster, then so be it. I can be just as cold, heartless, and ruthless as the next guy DP, I have no regard for your well being, or what your family will think of me after I am done with you, when I finish rearranging your face to such a point that they only way they will recognize you is by the sound of your voice."
Kole get's up and starts to walk down the stairs towards the ring area where the crew continues to work.
"I love how you mention the war you've hard with our PAPER National Champion Jackhammer, a man who...well lets face it DP if it wasn’t for James getting hurt, he wouldn’t have that title right now, it'd still be around the true champs waist, but he can keep it...for now. And you can keep on thinking it means something...for now. But make no mistake about it DP...we will be coming for him, once we take you out of the picture, there will be no one left to protect him. The Corporate Empire will get its title back, along with any other gold we don’t have, we will take over the nCw by force if need be. And it starts this Sunday..."
Kole reaches the end of the stairs walks past the ring side seats and then hops over the barricade, some crew workers stop working and turn to him yelling that he cant be hear, he waves them off.
"Who do you think pay's your salary...carry on with your work I don’t plan on interfering."
Kole stops right in front of the Asylum looking at the barbwire that's laced around it, he reaches out and grips it with his hand, his face shows a flinch of pain then he pulls his hand away and looks at the small lacerations that are bleeding. He holds his hand up slowly and shows it to the camera.
"Just like you DP...mortal...I bleed you bleed, there is nothing that makes us different physically, this match...will be about who can mentally survive, who can mentally stand the pain and suffering we are going to go throw...and by the looks of it DP...your mental state, is not the most...stable in the world now is it? Where mine DP...mine...is just like me...completely...and utterly...Perfect.
Kole licks his hand where the blood is coming out then gives a light grin to the camera before we fade out.
"Hypocrite."
He pauses, then looks at the camera, moving his head from side to side with his face reading an expression of what, don’t get what I am saying?
"Confused? Hrm? Maybe? Just a bit? Don’t get how you're a hypocrite DP? Hrm? Maybe...maybe your pea sized brain doesn’t even know what the word means...hrm? Maybe? Maybe...maybe you’re just blinded by the..."voices" inside your head. You want something thought provoking? Well listen up closely boy."
Kole chuckles and shakes his head a bit.
"Open my mind, expand my mind...ha! Let me explain something to you DP, I am a man of logic, and reasoning, if I cant TOUCH IT, SMELL IT AND SEE IT...it doesn’t exist. So these....”demons” he makes the “” symbol with his fingers that...”haunt” you...are nothing more then figments of your imagination...hold on DP I'm getting to the hypocrisy part...figments of your imagination that....you fight off with, and these are your own words, you admitted this, that you fight off with using prescription pills...a man of fate and a believer if the supernatural...using science...to curb his demons, AND THEN you go on to slander the good company that has decided to indorse me, and the Corporate Empire, by saying their water is poison...yes granted, it might have some extra added stuff in it, like sugar...and other things...but those pills DP...that's poison...and you put it in your body every...single...day. And that...DP make's you a hypocrite. You want me to expand my mind and think outside of the box, but if I did DP, if it wasn’t for people LIKE me...well...you'd have been euthanized years ago now wouldn’t you?"
Kole chuckles a bit at that statement.
"But you've already stated that haven’t you DP...that I am a double edge sword, you hate what I am, you hate what I represent, yet you admit, with out me, well the world wouldn’t be the great place that it is today now would it? That's why you need men like me DP, men with Ivy League schooling, men with the ruthlessness to make the decisions that normal peasants can’t…WONT… make. Men with the drive, and ambition, to be the BEST, in their chosen careers. With out men like me, you'd be noting more then an animal running lose in the wild. A shell of a man. But hey...maybe that's what would make you happy. And that’s the difference between you and me, your nothing more then an animal. A rabid animal, that I…a MAN…will put down once and for all this Sunday."
Kole shrugs and looks back down at the structure.
"I've seen this before DP...granted called by another name...but make no mistake, I am no stranger to this structure, you call it the Asylum...my old...teacher,Kole spits at the ground. called it the Terrordome."
"My old teacher....HA! Cancer ridden flunky that he is. I had to learn it the hard way, I thought he was a man of prestige and honor, but he's just like you DP...JUST LIKE YOU....a chair swinging, beer swilling, lunatic, that has NO RIGHT...being in that ring, he just like you, has no wrestling talent what so ever, take away the weapons, the chairs, the garbage wrestling, and you got nothing more then a street punk. A low life. No more talented then the bums people pay to fight each other for food. Guy's like you, Price...Spike Kane...they are all the same, they go around calling them selves god's...monsters...messiahs...when in reality, they are just lonely pathetic mortals trying to keep a grip on their once found fame...people don’t want to see hardcore garbage wrestling anymore DP they are tired of it, the shock and awe of it has worn thin, it's tired. And you know it...I think that's why you are thinking of leaving the nCw and wrestling all together, because you realize, that you are no longer...relevant. You no longer...matter."
Kole takes his feet off the chair in front of him and leans forward with his arms now resting on the head of the chair.
"I'm going to do the world a favor this Sunday at Last Stand DP, and take you out of your misery once and for all. I am going to finish, what Spike started, I am going to end your career, and your lively hood. I am going to beat you at your own game DP and show to the world that anyone...anyone can swing a chair, but it takes a real talent, a real wrestler, to over come senseless violence and persevere. So put whatever weapons you want into the match DP, pick them all for all I care, but pick wisely, because anything you place in that ring, will be used against you DP...I've already proven to you and to the world that I am the better wrestler, this Sunday I show that I am the better monster also."
Kole's eyebrows go upwards, then he grins.
"You might have broken peoples bones, you might have torn people's flesh, hell you've might have even nearly killed someone before in that ring, but you've never beaten me DP and I don’t plan on letting you do so this Sunday, if I have to become a monster to beat a monster, then so be it. I can be just as cold, heartless, and ruthless as the next guy DP, I have no regard for your well being, or what your family will think of me after I am done with you, when I finish rearranging your face to such a point that they only way they will recognize you is by the sound of your voice."
Kole get's up and starts to walk down the stairs towards the ring area where the crew continues to work.
"I love how you mention the war you've hard with our PAPER National Champion Jackhammer, a man who...well lets face it DP if it wasn’t for James getting hurt, he wouldn’t have that title right now, it'd still be around the true champs waist, but he can keep it...for now. And you can keep on thinking it means something...for now. But make no mistake about it DP...we will be coming for him, once we take you out of the picture, there will be no one left to protect him. The Corporate Empire will get its title back, along with any other gold we don’t have, we will take over the nCw by force if need be. And it starts this Sunday..."
Kole reaches the end of the stairs walks past the ring side seats and then hops over the barricade, some crew workers stop working and turn to him yelling that he cant be hear, he waves them off.
"Who do you think pay's your salary...carry on with your work I don’t plan on interfering."
Kole stops right in front of the Asylum looking at the barbwire that's laced around it, he reaches out and grips it with his hand, his face shows a flinch of pain then he pulls his hand away and looks at the small lacerations that are bleeding. He holds his hand up slowly and shows it to the camera.
"Just like you DP...mortal...I bleed you bleed, there is nothing that makes us different physically, this match...will be about who can mentally survive, who can mentally stand the pain and suffering we are going to go throw...and by the looks of it DP...your mental state, is not the most...stable in the world now is it? Where mine DP...mine...is just like me...completely...and utterly...Perfect.
Kole licks his hand where the blood is coming out then gives a light grin to the camera before we fade out.