Something's off with the Killa, Kai.
Oct 6, 2018 10:08:59 GMT
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Post by Killa Kai on Oct 6, 2018 10:08:59 GMT
SEPTEMBER 30TH | JUBEILATION 2018
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We open to a familiar face limping backstage, welts on the body, pain wretched in the face; it's none other than Killa Kai. Within his hand is a briefcase, the very thing he won not less than a few minutes ago. An interviewer walks up to him from off screen, microphone in hand. He taps Kai on the shoulder as the new NBW Intercontinental Champion slowly turns around. We see his face; grave and cold like stone, yet with a substance of joy hidden deep within. The interviewer mumbles a little, intimidated by the look.
L- ladies and g- gentlemen, I- I'm here with the new NBW Intercontinental Champion, Killa Kai. How does it feel?
Killa Kai chuckles a little to himself, he shakes his head.
How does it feel? What do you think it feels like?
The interviewer looks a little confused, he doesn't know how to respond.
No, go ahead, tell me.
The interviewer puts his hands up and mutters.
Gr- great?
Killa Kai smirks before grabbing the microphone out of the man's hand and brushing past him, walking up to the camera.
Derek Wellings, you gave it your all, you were willing to sacrifice your body, heart and soul to leave NYC as the Intercontinental Champion; only thing is, it didn't pay off in the end, did it? No, it didn't; I prevailed. Killa Kai became the new NBW Intercontinental Champion and Derek Wellings was sent packing back down the card. I warned you; I warned you of what was to come, but boy oh boy, you did not listen. Thinking it was a great idea to bring your daughter along to see your murder? That was stupid, idiotic and obnoxious. For the rest of her life she'll look back on this day, September 30th, Jubeiliation 2018, and think of when her daddy's skull was nearly caved in by the hands of a Killa, Kai.
Kai shakes his head. He takes a long breath before carrying on with his statement.
Now I'll give it to you, you were so close. So close that I could smell your breath when standing toe to toe with you, briefcase in hand....
His cockiness kicks in, his voice becoming more like a brag than a call-out.
...but we all know it was mine, you were just lucky that your sorry ass was saved by the bell and not the count of a one two three, or the sound of your hand tapping on the mat...
He calms his tone a little, but the ego clearly remains.
That's why I want to offer you a rematch, Derek.
He closes his eyes, almost contemplating what he's about to say; like a religious believer about to denounce his beliefs. He opens them again, finally saying it.
No gimmicks, no crazy stipulations, just me and you, one on one, pinfalls and submissions; Intercontinental Title on the line, and finally, I can prove the doubters wrong and show them why NBW management was right giving me the title at the end of our match.
His nose twitches a little, it's so subtle that if you blinked you'd have missed it.
So Wellings, accept my challenge, and lets end this "controversy" before it begins.
The camera fades to black. Has Killa Kai just denounced all that he stands for; all for order and supremacy?
OCTOBER 6TH | GYM
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Killa Kai is pumping iron at the weight section of a random Japanese gym, somewhere near the Yokohama Arena. It cuts to a shot of his face, sweat dripping from forehead to floor. He drops the weight and stares into the camera.
In two days I must face the new, New Blood champion in the 'Lifeblood of Professional Wrestling' Bryce Albright.
He walks on over to the Chest Press, sitting upon it and carrying on with his 'promo', struggling to get the words out due to the straining workout on his body. He winces through it however, carrying on with his statement.
See I wasn't the only person to come out with a brand new title on Sunday, Albright won some sort of fancy fiesta pinata match beating four other guys and a gal to claim the gold.
He chuckles at the stupidity of what he just said.
Congratulations to you Bryce, but condolences aswell.
His demeanor suddenly snaps into a look of seriousness, he ponders a while before speaking some more.
You're just going to be another stepping stone in my murder spree, I don't care that you won a title, I don't care about your amateur background. You mean nothing to me. I will walk over you like a breeze in the wind and prove to the world why the NBW Intercontinental title scene is the scene to watch.
He stops his workout on the Chest Press and stands up, slashing his neck with his finger.
Rest in Pieces, Albright.
He walks out of shot as the cameras cut to black and we see the graphic for the match. Is Killa Kai overlooking the threat of Bryce Albright? Is he too caught up with the controversy surrounding Derek Wellings? Find out this upcoming Monday, Blood Monday.