Killa Kai | Time Is Of My Essence | NBW
Sept 24, 2018 18:05:35 GMT
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Post by Killa Kai on Sept 24, 2018 18:05:35 GMT
We cut open to Killa Kai in a dark room, manifested with the scent of death and yet a strange sense of life. Only one light beams upon him, as the stranded beam dangles from side to side off of the harrowing abyss-like roof. His eyes are white, except that, two tiny black dots in the center. He doesn't blink, he stares continuously forward, his face a grave countenance. While his look is intimidating and ghastly, almost loud and abrasive, his voice is quiet, calm and eloquent, like that of a man with rugged patience. He begins to talk, not moving his eyes at all, no emotion nor blinking.
I may be young, new, naive to the business of American Wrestling having come from the small isle of Puerto Rico, but when it comes to "The Airborne Ranger" Derek Wellings, I've done my homework. I've never won a major title in my career, I've never even won a title at all; I simply haven't had the time. My first match on American soil was at AXW's 'Final Frontier' event, happening on the fourteenth of September, this year, this month. I was featured in a battle royal for 'The Briefcase'; a guaranteed shot at any title in the company.
I was the runner up.
He finally blinks, a sense of relief coming over us as the viewer, but as soon as that passing second goes, his eyes remain open and unmoving once again. He waits a while, letting that final line sink in not only to us but to himself aswell. The pause is ghastly, his intense stare haunting. Then he speaks, something off in his voice, some sort of proud arrogance.
That's right, in my first ever match I was the last man eliminated, and it's not like I came in from a late spot either; I entered at number three... Now Derek Wellings, you are no runner up, you're a champion across the globe from feds like Supreme Federation of Wrestling to Extreme Wrestling Corporation
, but you've had the time to grow, I simply haven't.
A ticking noise gets louder and louder in the gloomy background. It comes to a point where it's almost deafening against the cold silence of darkness.
Move on to yesterday, AWF's 'Fired Up' event; featuring a tournament culminating with a shot at the champion that same night. I'm not even under contract with them, I came in as a free agent; I walked out a semi-finalist.
That's right, once more I was the runner up to the finalist.
Kai blinks for the second time, this time however, it's longer and more strained, as though he's aggravated at his remembrance of a past event. When his eyes open again, they're more bloodshot, the red veins crawling their way into the pure white. A little bit of anger has seemed to flush over his body, I'm sure if we were to see his hands, they'd be clenched into two rock hard fists; his biceps no doubt strained. His voice remains quiet, but the softness in his dialect has started to become harder around the edges. His voice doesn't come off as angry; no matter how much his face shows it. It comes off as arrogant.
Seeing the pattern here? In the space of a month I've been the runner up to two company's top champions; my career has only just started...
But in this federation, Wellings, you are no champion; both of our careers here in New Blood Wrestling have only just started.
We, are on the same wave length, and for once, time is of my essence. If I can be runner up in promotions that already have their established stars, imagine what I can be in a promotion looking for new stars. I'm unstoppable, I'm invincible and I...
Kai's anger abruptly disappears as he pauses, smirks; it's sadistic, almost malicious and mangled. His arrogance has taken over. The red veins in his eyes grow stronger with every passing second, the ticking sound still ominously looming in the black background. His voice remains a whisper, however this time, it seems almost louder and brass.
...I, should be everything that you fear Wellings... I'm faster, younger, stronger and tougher than you. You know that. This company knows that. The great thing for me is that a ladder match is everything I love in professional wrestling, it means I can punish you and destroy you with a purpose or a reason without resentment or remorse; unlucky for you, the referee can't interfere with the soon-to-be murder.
They don't call me 'Killa' for nothing, they don't call me 'HardKore' for shits and giggles, they call me it because it's meaningful, 'nd you'll discover that at Jubeilation 2018 when I kill you off and become the new NBW Intercontinental Champion.
Kai begins to chuckle to himself, his laugh almost as quiet as his speech. It's gone past the point of sadistic and more into the realms of insanity; the ticking noise getting louder and louder.
I hope you're ready 'Ranger', I hope you're at the top of your game; I don't want to fight a washed up has-been, I want to fight a former champion.
'nd when I win the roles will be reversed, you'll be the runner up to this promotion's champion.
His sadistic smirk becomes a perverse smile, his red veins turn his white eyes into red. The black dots widen and get bigger, his eyebrows raised, cheeks dimpled all the way to his ears. His voice is no longer a whisper in the wind, it's as loud as the almost screeching ticking noise.
Question is though, are you ready for the Killa, Kai?
Killa Kai laughs at the top of his lungs; screams erupt in the sound of ticking and blood begins to splatter throughout the darkness, the dangling light flickers as though struck with bolts of lightning, Kai twitches and spasms. He reaches forward...