Post by Blake Archer on Mar 30, 2018 15:16:18 GMT -5
Blake: "Am I speaking crazy...ha... crazy. Now that is a word indeed. My so called good brother, my friend Shane Trudex. CRAZY!"
Stop it. We don't have time for this. He shuts his eyes and stands perfectly straight up. Blake's head slowly turns and looks at the focal point of his trophy room. There is the mask Mary-Jane had given him for Valentine's day this year. What did she say? He thinks back his hands nearly touching the face of his alternate ego. How many rest inside me he often wonders.
Mary-Jane: "I love both of you. I don't want you to ever feel trapped."
That's what she said. Right. We forget not everyone knows that we were given this gift. I looked at this box for weeks. I giggled immaturely at the ample opportunities I had given myself to say what's in your box Mary-Jane. Finally after Crown of the King Cobra I was able to open it. I am not sure what was expected, but a new face, that wasn't one of them. She'd kissed us on the cheek.
Mary-Jane: "You can walk around now, I know it is not the same."
Blake: "No I love it."
I can't breath. We can't breath! Somebody in the nervous system take control! Calm down young man. Perhaps Shane is right, you need to mellow. I think maybe we all need to mellow out. Let's not jump ahead of things now. After all I am here with you now. _______________________________________________________
Blake "There is tension in the air, yea...I wasn't lying when I said I don't have a lot of words for Kai Stevens. I could have just left him to his beating he got from Crimson. Did you learn anything from that Kai? I've even taken time off given you that chance to sit and think about it for awhile. Knowing I called you out. Why did I call you out? If not mistaken I said because I am going to teach you a lesson. You're not a bad guy are you Kai? Nah you just that fresh meat that everyone wants to take a bite out of. I used to be a real killer, now... I am a world champion, I am a father, a husband."
He almost starts laughing.
Blake "That doesn't make me soft. That makes me motivated. Do I really need to get violent with you after Tommy Crimson? Have you started to doubt that being here in Union Battleground might have been a bad choice? Tell me, or do you feel... motivated?"
He takes a few steps in front of the camera, things from earlier are preoccupying him, he rubs his chin trying to ponder something else than the forceful thoughts consuming him.
Blake "I've studied you enough to know that you have talent. In fact you have enough talent that you just might make it here in Union Battleground off that alone. I want to see something more out of you Kai. I want to see someone worth fighting, I want to see someone that grabs the attention of not just myself but every world champion out there. We want eyes on us here at Union Battleground, we want the world to realize that we are right here, come and find us!"
He has a lot of intensity in his voice his passion over this company has grown since he debuted and now he has trouble hiding that in his tone.
Blake "Yea I wrestle at other places. I am a big player at the Xtreme Wrestling Federation... at the Xtreme Wrestling Association I work my butt off to have people know just who I am and that I am someone to be noticed. Still neither of them two places compare to Union Battleground. Something about this place, I know you feel it too. This place makes you feel....grown up. So far I've never had troubles with Axel he isn't a guy that really wants to get all up in my business like most owners. He tells me what match I am gonna be in and tells me to do a good job. That or I get an automated voice messages saying the same thing. Either way that is a great boss. Ok. so my opponent wants action? I can do that. I'm sure it felt great getting beat around by Tommy Crimson. The man is called the Fury for a reason. Well than let's explore why I've gotten christened the King of Canines. You know who inspired his name? My dear old buddy Shane Trudex. Dude. You've known me what, over ten years now. Do you remember how you first won the Universe championship in IWS? I do bro."
He looks down and rubs his upper lip with his thumb holding back from laughing and instead grinning from ear to ear.
Blake "I'm not going to use that against you, after all way, way, way way back... in AWS when stuff was All-American when you looked like a punk. That's when Josie decided that we needed to be a tag team. Oh I remember dude. I remember how much people talked. They said Blake Archer should be thankful for The Trademark. Sometimes I would stalk the message boards because I wanted to know what was really thought about me. I busted my ass to be as good as the F--KING TRADEMARK. Still no matter how hard I worked myself, no matter how much of my sanity slipped away in the days. The way my youth melted away from me, all that time I spent and people still wanted to come see The Trademark."
He licks his dry lips before biting the bottom one thinking his words over carefully. His message is not just for one pair of eyes. He is targeting quite a few. Being a world champion has huge responsibility, almost as big as the Universe held. We're putting those tales in the bank for later. Attention right here. I want you to focus on your heart beat. I am Patrick Swayze and you are Jennifer Grey, but we're not Wolverines! Oh right the cameras. He holds his hand up reminding himself to breath.
Blake "Look I am just trying to be a helpful fellow, sue me. I like the spirit you got Kai. That is the type of spirit I wish my ... buddy would show. That is the child of the type of spirit Josie is going to bring at me come War of the Worlds. I know you want this title Josie. You think you are the best in the world and this title would help in validating that. Thing is Kai Stevens also thinks he is the best in the world. I tell myself this is going to be a friendly fight, but than there is another part of me..."
He stops hearing whispers in his ears, too many to tell what they all say.
Blake "Another part of me knows I can trust nothing. My own mind will play tricks on me because inside that ring there is no friends. Only opponents. You know how I stare out that window. I watch this world, I want more of it. I don't just want to be the GWP World Champion, I want more. I am out here working with what I got to get those chances. I asked for this match because facing a guy like Kai Stevens that is the type of thing that will prepare me for Josie, right? She is sly, she is also very confident, in fact I admire those traits. Those same traits I see in Kai Stevens. I'm ready bring everything you can at me Kai because whatever you do I promise she will do 100 times worse. Please don't make me regret picking you for this warm up, I need... a man possessed, not some Tinkertoy."
Post by Kai Stevens on Apr 1, 2018 19:18:41 GMT -5
THE BOOK OF KAI STEVENS
CHAPTER TWO: commissioned by kings
"It's like... Like the exact opposite of a gun, Kai," he says, his left hand clutching his right behind his tailbone in a stance that would suggest a form of self control. The man, clearly Brian Church, would don a pair of Timberlands, gun-metal gray pants, a brown belt, and a gray and red sweater over an undershirt or two. He, too, sports a beanie of similar shade to his pants. A backpack rests against the tree closest to his backside.
Beside the Dismembered Soul would stand a shorter, stockier individual. His facial hair would grip to his jawline with intent, and the hair atop his skull would rest unkempt, as if he'd been pried from deep sleep. His cheeks and nose were a slight tinge of pink, chapped from the biting cold of the outside at this early hour of the morning. His feet are enveloped by his own pair of Timberlands, a dark blue pair of jeans starting to fade on one knee, a black t-shirt with with the general shape of a giant white whale being impaled with a titanium white and phthalo blue harpoon by the general shape of a muscular man in a lighter blue shade. The whale would be cascading a potent crimson color for its blood from the entry point of the harpoon, and in large white lettering with phthalo blue trim and a red glow surrounding the letters it would read 'FROM HELL'S HEART, I STAB AT THEE'. Atop this t-shirt, he'd wear a black peacoat and a black beanie hangs from the right front pocket, not properly stowed. It would be clear that this man is, in fact, Kai Stevens, the target of Church's advice.
"Wh-- What the fuck does that mean, Brian?" Kai's inquiry is accompanied by his shoulders dropping a few inches, almost as if he didn't understand the purpose of being outside in the cold at this hour. His back is to Church, but his ears are primed to soak up any knowledge the UWA Hall of Famer can provide.
"Pick it up," he begins. "That would be a good start." As his quip floats through the air like a plume of CO2, the Envoy of the End crouches down and picks of a large bow that seemed to be constructed out of wood. While possessing the disposition of a professionally built bow, it was of Church's own creation. A hobby he'd picked up since retiring. As Stevens pulls back up to a vertical base, he snatches an arrow from a quiver leaning against a small stump from which a tree had once stood erect. Kai loads it. He pulls back and raises it, pointing it towards a splash of white paint with a red circle in the center on a tree. "Hold on," he offers. "When you're lifting it, I want you to inhale through your nose."
"Okay, sounds simple eno--"
"And when you're loading it, I need you to start by squeezing your shoulders blade together," the XXXacutioner interjects. "That's where a huge source of your shot is going to come from. After that, use your lat, rear delt, and tricep to pull. A little bit less like your elbow is pushing back and more like it's being pulled back by potential energy." Kai hated when Brian used verbiage that sounded like it was from his physics class his junior year of high school. Church didn't mind that.
Kai bows his head to look back down at the bow. He shakes his head lightly before cocking his head to the side as if to say fuck it. He inhales as he lifts, squeezing his shoulder blades together, then pulling his elbow back as if he were a child pulling back on a slingshot with a water balloon during the summer. He looses the arrow, his fingers slipping from the taut cord of the bow, launching the arrow across the space. It pierces the woody flesh of the tree right on the edge of the paint, coming to rest in a disappointing location.
"Well, that was... That was, uh, something, wasn't it?" Kai asks uncertainly. He narrows his eyes at the inaccurate strike, swallowing and sniffing in through his nose. He hates the cold. He turns his head over his shoulder to peer over at Church, who has yet to move.
"You've lost your focus, Kai. You're forgetting day one shit." The absence of a discernible emotion in Church's face left Stevens feeling uneasy.
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't get the impression you're as committed to this right now as you could and damn well should be. I think your head is elsewhere, and I know that that's what cost you against that hack. You should have left Tommy Crimson in a bodybag, and instead you let that sycophant and wannabe' Kevin Blaine hand you your first loss in over a year."
"Okay, but what the fuck does a bow and an arrow this early in the morning in the middle of bumblefuck, Italy have to do with last week or with my focus, or my- my commitment?" Kai's brow furrows slightly, but not enough to come off as disrespectful towards the thirty-six time world champion.
"In time," he extends, prompting an impatient groan to escape Kai's lips. Kai turns back around as Church continues his explanation. "Tell me, Kai, what has been on your mind lately? What's been that one resounding thought that gnaws at the back of your mind like a coyote trying to escape from the deathly clutches of a trap??" His words force Kai to think. He delves deep, cultivating the thoughts from the innermost recesses of his mind. Uneasily, he allows an admission to escape from his lips.
"I shouldn't have lost. I'm better than him. I should have made him an example, and instead I've just given myself an entire 'nother set of steps to climb." Stevens turns over his shoulder to look to Church, but Brian has yet to move an inch and won't meet his gaze. This was the firs time Stevens had admitted this to himself, let alone to another person. He'd thought his mind was free from the burden of being haunted by the loss.
"It should be me with the undefeated streak... Not him. I've done the work, I've given the blood, the sweat, the tears... Haven't I?"
"This is what I'm talking about," he asserts. The uncertainty in Kai's voice displeased Brian. He needed the Terror of Long Island, not this uncertain shell that Stevens appeared to be in the malicious microcosm that is Brian Church's mind.
"You've lost your focus. Were you properly focused right now, Kai, you'd be standing here begging me to give you a greater challenge than this tree. You'd be architecting your battle plan to dismember Blake Archer and start your story. Tell me, Kai... With your match with Blake Archer in just a few days, what is it that you know of him? Exactly how much time have you spent thinking about your match with a man who wears a championship around his waist? Or have you been wasting your time, your energy, and your focus on a nobody, a speed bump like Tommy Crimson?"
Kai bows his head again, looking down at the bow as he retrieves a second arrow. He pushes his eyebrows together and downward, not accustomed to having to conduct a self-inventory in this capacity. Church keeps him on his toes.
"I mean... I guess you're right. But, like... Alright, well I know that he wears that GWP World Heavyweight Championship around his waist like he's big dick swingin' around the place, as if that title gave him some sort of authority in this company, some sort of pedestal... I know he's been knocked upside the head a few too many times and now he's got a few screws loose... That he stuck his dick in crazy and then married it and now he can't do anything without that psycho to hold his hand. I kno--"
"Do you know which part of him you're going to focus on? Have you learned his strengths, his weaknesses, the way he ticks? Do you know how you're going to beat him?"
"I..."
"Your problem with Blake Archer and Tommy Crimson illustrates to me exactly why you can't hit that bullseye."
"I don't know all of that yet, but I guaran-fuckin'-tee it that I will by the time that bell rings on Fri--"
"You need to know it sooner than that, Kai. I need you to make Black Archer the example you failed to make Tommy Crimson, but I need you to do it properly... I need the focus from you I had when you were in the ring with the Ace in September."
Kai flicks his eyes back to Church, who still refuses to break his stance and stoic demeanor. He swallows, wets his lips, and turns back towards the tree, cocking his neck sharply to either side to crack his neck in both directions.
"I already fuckin' hate the guy without even meeting him... The hypocritical pussy. I know I want to snap his neck, but... But what does that have to do with Crimson? What's that got to do with this bow and arrow? I'm having some trouble with this one, Brian... I haven't the faintest clue what the fuck you're saying to me right now," he concedes, his eyes narrowing at the target.
"What I'm saying, Kai, is that you have to let go. Before you loose the arrow, you need to exhale everything. You have to let go of your tension and focus only on that potential energy that's going to send that arrow through the heart of that fraud. Last week is over, and it doesn't matter anymore... The only thing that matters now, Kai? Is that you let it go and you focus solely on the end of Blake Archer. Do you understand?"
Kai peers down at the bow, nodding his head. He swallows, wets his lips, and rolls his shoulders back to loosen them up. He raises his head, raises the bow, and directs every ounce of his malice and contempt into the cocking backwards with his elbow and squeezing of his shoulders blades. He sees Black Archer's face smirking at him, laughing at him, the GWP World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. It boils Kai's blood, and he slides into a disturbing calm. He grins ominously and focuses on the visual of Archer on the target, Hell's heart coiling the figurative harpoon in the clutches of the bow.
"Just... Just let go."
And he does.
Bullseye.
Last Edit: Apr 1, 2018 19:19:19 GMT -5 by Kai Stevens
