L!GHTS OUT #29 | FLASH KASSIDY vs KARNIVALL

Hell, or at least some representation of it. Rocks so red that you could a sense of doom radiating off them, as brimstone and fire lashed out from the ground. There we find Flash Kassidy, looking as confused as you are. He is dressed in his ring attire and he is standing before a giant of a man in a oriental style throne. The man bared a awful resemblance to Gunner Graves, just dressed in a Shao Kahn outfit. Flash shakes his head, pulling out a joint from behind his ears and sparking it up as he looks at this overlord of hell.

“ The fuck is all this ish man?” Flash says as he puffs out smoke circles.

The giant lets out a deep villainous laugh, before lifting his hammer up in the air and slamming the end of it onto the ground, causing a tremor that rattles Flash around a little bit.

“ It’s time for you to go around once again Flash Kassidy! Welcome to the Crown of the King Kobra… Good luck” The Giant’s voice was deep and thunderous, godly almost.

It’s then that the ground underneath Flash starts to give away, cracking away, disintegrating into nothing. Flash’s footing gives away, and he begins to free fall through a thick darkness. There was no end of the blackness in sight as Flash almost drown in the succumbing abyss. It’s then that his cocky, yet somehow mellow voice began to narrate over the scene.

“ Shit… It’s been a long time, and I would like to apologize to all those who believed in me, all them folk who I let down by just dippin off the face of the earth. See what y’all don’t know is that there is a certain kinda hell that one can make fo’ themselves. When you expect so much from yo’ self, when you put all this fuckin’ pressure on ya’ shoulders and you just keep failin’! Keep gettin caught trippin’ and sooner or later, this picture you had fo’ ya’ self… Well it just kinda fades the fuck away and you don’t feel like doing nothing! So I shut myself off from the world, tryina smoke myself into a coma just to escape the fucking disappointment! Charlie Girl watchin’ me fuck up my life, and she saint fo’ stickin’ wit me… But these demons they something you gotta’ face on ya own… They somethin’ you gotta face head on, you gotta’ man the fuck up and get back on yo’ grind! “

Flash continues to fall into the darkness, he’s been falling so long that he has decided to just enjoy the joint between his lips. Taking tokes as he kicks back and relax, all while being in free fall.

“ And that’s what i’m doin’ now! That's why I brought my ass back to Union, why I entered myself in this tournament! Because I know I am destined to be the number one motha’ fucka around ch’here! I know that I was meant to hold that Union Battleground championship! And in order to do that, I gotta keep my shit lookin’ forward! To what is in front of me, I can’t worry about who I may face.”

Flash lands on the surface hard, as a new scene seemingly generates around him. It was an arena of sorts, one decorated to look in the style of the American Revolution, a town square if you will. Flash gets up and brushes himself off, looking at his surroundings. He nods his head as if he was just like, really diggin’ the vibe you know? But that was about to change, as a big, lumbering clown comes towering forward from out of what could only be described as saloon doors. This beast looked like Karnival, but on some mutant steroid that twisted his face in likeness to the face paint. Karny comes rushing at Flash, but like always our hero was ready for that shit. He side steps, and trips up the beast before popping up into with almost superhuman athleticism. The scene freeze frames, almost drifting through the stillness as Flash continues his narration.

“Just gotta worry about the fake ass killer clown lookin’ ma’ fucka! This dime a dozen fuckin’ psychopath. That think they all that hot shit because they paint up they face and act like a fuckin’ retard! Lucifer in clown paint? Get the fuck outtah’ here with that shit boy! I seen the devil, and he lives in my head every fuckin’ day! He shoutin’ at me! Tryin’ to bring me down! But I ain’t playin’ them spooky games anymore Karny, nawh… I did that last season, put down people wearin’ masks, playin’ a fool! Each and everyone of them preachin’ some bullish that ain’t no one care about! And the way I sees it, you exactly the same! I don’t play games, I ain’t fallin’ fo’ ya tricks! None of it! You ain’t gonna play that kid shit with me. It may work on some of these other fools, but i’m seasoned…. I ain’t fallin’ fo’ that ish! Ya’ boy Flash Kassidy ain’t doin’ it clowny face, fuckin’ Gacy fanboy. I may look young, but you ain’t touchin’’ these nuts fucko! “

The scene unfreezes just in time for Flash to send the back of his foot directly into the back of the head of Karny, the big brutish looking beast lays there stunned. Giving Flash some much needed time to get his curly blond hair out of his eyes, he pushes it back as the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen slides across his lips. He lets out a prideful, if not down right bashful chuckle, his grill almost glistening off the camera.

“See I’ve faced big men before, I’ve faced strong men before. I’ve faced fast men, I’ve faced spooky men! There ain’t a got’ damn thing you can throw at’cha boy that I ain’t seen before! All them shenanigans, acting like it’s gonna get me shook? You know that ain’t how I do this man. You’ve seen my work, watched me defy gravity and do shit that is high above any other wrestler in this business today! But I been overlooked, and that's my own damn fault! But best believe! Twenty nineteen is the year of the burner! The year of the Flash! Know what i’m sayin’? Shit, it don’t matter if you do or don’t! Because I’m bout to prove it to ya’! January, eleventh! I do what I do best, and thats put down spookie-fuckin-oookies! And that’s all you is Karny, just another man in a mask that bout to get his shit ripped off by the mystery gang. Bout to get scooby-fuckin-doobies, while I fly through the air hit’chu with that Juicy Lucy! You Feel me? Oh… You gonna, that’s for damn sure! “

Just as Karny is about to get up, Flash uses a antique cart to springboard off of before turning back and kicking the clown faced freak directly in the face! Instantly he goes up in a puff of smoke, and a whoopee cushion wrapped in barbed wire drops down onto the ground, as if it was a trophy. It is then that large letters appears, they are spoken in that same commanding tone that the giant had. 

“ ROUND ONE COMPLETE! “

The once in detail scene slowly becomes scribbles on a page as the camera fades away from Flash Kassidy’s notebook, He puts down his pencil on the hotel desk and throws his arms up in the air, stretching. He was dressed in his signature shades along with a gothic looking button up shirt. He flashes the camera a cheeky grin, as he pushes his tongue out past his golden grill. As his arms get fully stretched, he lets them plop on the top of his head before running his fingers through his long, curly, blond hair. His head glances up to the camera as he throws his arms forward and pushes himself up and away from the desk. He grabs a hold of the camera and brings it in close, seemingly checking his grill for any tarnishes before focusing it up. He glares at the camera through his darkly shaded glasses.

“ Twenty nineteen, it ain’t gonna be another spooky year! Nemesis, his be gone.. And Karny… Once I’me done with you, done with whoopin' that clowny-faced ass! You gonna’ wish you was gone too. I told Finn I’d make it to the next round, and you best believe i’m a man of my word! Throw everything you got at me, use every trick in that demented fuckin’ skull of yours… It don’t matter… “

Flash brings one hand in and lowers his glasses down just a tad bit, so that you can see just the very tops of his irises

“ I’m on a new level.”