Post by Jeff "K!D" Kain on May 21, 2007 20:27:59 GMT -5
The screen begins to flicker wildly with static and fuzz. PPPPSSSSSSSHHHHHTTTTTT. And with a single click, it stops, and the results is a view of the backstage area. K!D walks into that view. He's sporting a pair of blue camo shorts, a black sleeveless shirt and two silver dog tags. In his left hand, he holds a small pistol with a silencer screwed onto the barrel.
WAR GAMES.
He raises his left hand up and begins tapping the bottom of the silencer on the flat surface of his palm.
In World War I, we had the trenches and we had a small section of the land called 'No Mans Land'. The trenches were where the soldiers, good or bad, stayed for protection. This is where they stayed while sleeping, eating, reloading there guns. We, the XWA superstars all have an element we call our trench. This is basically what we excel in. Me? I'm a cruiser weight GOD. Anything that allows me to spring, pop or fly is where I'm going to destroy the competition. However, bring someone into the game such as... Nigel Sledge. He's going to consider something of the hardcore ruling his game. That's HIS home turf. Chris Lionheart back in the day, when he was considered the 'Submission Gawd', would have beat down his opponent and locked them into a devastating choke hold. Do you see the pattern here? If you're good at it, it's your trench.
However, let's move along to No Mans Land. The cold, unforgiving batch of agony. No Mans Land is the small strip of land that separates the two opposing trenches. What's so bad about No Mans Land? Well, let's start with the fact that barbed wire is scattered everywhere. Do you know how hard it is attempting to attack your opponent while having your leg wrapped tightly in barbed wire, forcing you to slow your pace? There's also the fact that you have a very slim amount of protection. Yeah, there's a few rocks and holes in the ground.. But do you think that's really going to do you any good? No, it's not. Then, if you manage to get past the death trap, you have to climb the sand bags and take on more men than you have with you. You're out numbered, and you're expected to kill everyone in sight.
While this many back, it doesn't affect me. I work my ass off to give the crowd what they deserve. They put their hard earned money into seeing good matches, and they always get their wish when I'm in the match. I don't always win, but I always put up a fight. Kayn learned that at TakeDown.
I can be in the Air Forces, the Navy or just a regular soldier. I'm not scared to fly off the top of a cage, I don't have an ounce of fear in my body when it comes to leaping off of a ladder. You can call me a human nuke, because it's like they drop me off of a fighter jet, and I drop to the exact destination. But, I can fight you bunch for bunch, kick for kick, strike for strike. You can hammer a grapple maneuver on me, I'll just do two right back. And because of that, you can call me Sgt. K!D. But, don't forget that I can strike you when you're down. I'll lock in a devastating submission or a breathe-taking attack. I can break your bones or knock you unconscious. I've got a lot of power for a guy my size, and be aware that I'm not afraid to use it. And for that, I'm Capt. K!D.
It doesn't matter what match type it is, because I'll bring my A game, and then plus some. War Games will be hell on everyone in there, but does it matter? No. A shot at the main event of X-Games1 is on the line, and I for one will not let that slip away. I'm here, and I'm ready. The question is... Are you?
Some people call me crazy, others call me Superman. You don't have the kryptonite, so you aren't going to stop me.
And then, he raises the gun. The screen looks down the barrel and BANG! The sight suddenly blinks to black. All sight is gone, yet the laughter belonging to K!D still can be heard.
WAR GAMES.
He raises his left hand up and begins tapping the bottom of the silencer on the flat surface of his palm.
In World War I, we had the trenches and we had a small section of the land called 'No Mans Land'. The trenches were where the soldiers, good or bad, stayed for protection. This is where they stayed while sleeping, eating, reloading there guns. We, the XWA superstars all have an element we call our trench. This is basically what we excel in. Me? I'm a cruiser weight GOD. Anything that allows me to spring, pop or fly is where I'm going to destroy the competition. However, bring someone into the game such as... Nigel Sledge. He's going to consider something of the hardcore ruling his game. That's HIS home turf. Chris Lionheart back in the day, when he was considered the 'Submission Gawd', would have beat down his opponent and locked them into a devastating choke hold. Do you see the pattern here? If you're good at it, it's your trench.
However, let's move along to No Mans Land. The cold, unforgiving batch of agony. No Mans Land is the small strip of land that separates the two opposing trenches. What's so bad about No Mans Land? Well, let's start with the fact that barbed wire is scattered everywhere. Do you know how hard it is attempting to attack your opponent while having your leg wrapped tightly in barbed wire, forcing you to slow your pace? There's also the fact that you have a very slim amount of protection. Yeah, there's a few rocks and holes in the ground.. But do you think that's really going to do you any good? No, it's not. Then, if you manage to get past the death trap, you have to climb the sand bags and take on more men than you have with you. You're out numbered, and you're expected to kill everyone in sight.
While this many back, it doesn't affect me. I work my ass off to give the crowd what they deserve. They put their hard earned money into seeing good matches, and they always get their wish when I'm in the match. I don't always win, but I always put up a fight. Kayn learned that at TakeDown.
I can be in the Air Forces, the Navy or just a regular soldier. I'm not scared to fly off the top of a cage, I don't have an ounce of fear in my body when it comes to leaping off of a ladder. You can call me a human nuke, because it's like they drop me off of a fighter jet, and I drop to the exact destination. But, I can fight you bunch for bunch, kick for kick, strike for strike. You can hammer a grapple maneuver on me, I'll just do two right back. And because of that, you can call me Sgt. K!D. But, don't forget that I can strike you when you're down. I'll lock in a devastating submission or a breathe-taking attack. I can break your bones or knock you unconscious. I've got a lot of power for a guy my size, and be aware that I'm not afraid to use it. And for that, I'm Capt. K!D.
It doesn't matter what match type it is, because I'll bring my A game, and then plus some. War Games will be hell on everyone in there, but does it matter? No. A shot at the main event of X-Games1 is on the line, and I for one will not let that slip away. I'm here, and I'm ready. The question is... Are you?
Some people call me crazy, others call me Superman. You don't have the kryptonite, so you aren't going to stop me.
And then, he raises the gun. The screen looks down the barrel and BANG! The sight suddenly blinks to black. All sight is gone, yet the laughter belonging to K!D still can be heard.