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:: 24 August 2020 :: 00:00 ::
:: The Post Apocalypse? ::
Kasey sits at the dining table, in what can only be described as a post-apocalyptic looking kitchen. The room is thick with rubble and dirt. There's a mess on the floor cause by the huge hole in the ceiling, which is now the wooden beams, and looking into the empty room above. There's a pan on the cooker, thick with grim and dirt, and swarming with maggots. The smashed window is almost completed covered in layer upon layer of spider webs, and is thick with dead flies - more than the spiders can keep up with eating. There is a clock on the wall behind her; its hands spinning at an hour a second.
Although the picture is in colour, the colours are washed - leaving everything with a dull, grey tint.
Kasey's face is painted with a big smile, her eyes are red, and she's dressed in black - boots, jeans, and a sleeveless t-shirt. Sitting on the floor beside her, is her big, black Hellhound, with its chain link collar loose around its neck.
Lying on the table, right in front of her, is a juicy red apple. Its colour still prominent among the dull grey of everything else.
:: Kasey :: Oh, Little Ms. Ava, what have you gone and done? You've gotten yourself into quite the pickle, haven't you?
Before we did the world a favour, on Voltage, and prematurely ended your nonsensical rambling, you said that we started the war? Perhaps your little history of concussions is catching up on you, because you seem to be misremembering. Or perhaps you're just making things up in order to play the victim - play the hero of the piece. The first problem is, you are no such thing. The second problem is, we will not play along with your narrative. So no, do not pass off your clear anger issues onto us. The fact that you couldn't control yourself at Bloodsport means that everything that happens is on you. Before your unproved attack at Bloodsport, where you punched us in the face for absolutely no reason, did it ever cross your mind that we just wanted to be friends with you? Did you ever stop to consider the fact that we were being nice, and perhaps just wanted to impress someone for whom we had a great deal of respect? No?
Naturally, we had to strike back. We couldn't allow your insolence to stand. It wouldn't be tolerated from anyone within the EAW, let alone one of our subordinates. So, we even the score, and everything's fine? No, apparently not. We go through a war with one of the best wrestlers in the company - his insanity not withstanding - and you attack again. There is no circumstance where this ends well for you. There is no potential outcome other than you being ripped apart. Figuratively, literally, it's one and the same to us.
The Woman on Fire? That can be arranged.
The picture jumps, and the stove is now alight, with the maggots being cooked alive.
:: Kasey :: However, you are not next. The angry little goat-boy is next.
And to answer the questions that you're about to ask -
We are Kasey Kaos.
We are we, as we are many.
We are not insane. Quite the contrary, in fact. As it happens, we are probably the most sane of mind within this entire company.
Our first twenty-two matches have yet to yield a championship victory, despite opportunities to do so.
We are aware you have held titles, and are also in the Hall of Fame. Alas, we cannot claim to know much about you beyond that, as your period of relevance had all-but come to an end by the time we joined the company. That, and the fact you're just not as big a pull as you think you are. We're not even sure EAW's own little history buff, SKA, has bothered looking back on the glory years of Ahren Fournier.
There. Now we are caught up with each other.
Now a question of our own - but not to you. No, no. no. Not to you, Ahren.
What was Captain Charisma thinking? Are you watching, Captain? What were you thinking when you booked this match? Did you take leave of your senses? Did your advancing years cause you to take a funny turn? Don't you know who the little goat-boi is? Don't you know that he should be competing in World Championship matches, and World Championship matches alone? Don't you understand that he is a level above the likes of Jamie O'Hara and Rex McAllister, let alone the likes of poor little ol' Kasey? For surely, all you have done with this match is sent us to eaten alive by the razor sharp teeth of the little goat-boi.
Kasey holds her hand to her ear, and mimics the receiving of a disappointed response.
:: Kasey :: No? You do not see that?
Kasey looks down at her Hellhound, who looks back at her.
:: Kasey :: What about you? Do you know what he was thinking?
He replies with a quiet, rumbling growl.
Kasey looks back to the camera, and shakes her head.
:: Kasey :: Nope. None of us see what you see, Ahren. Perhaps that is because most of us live in the real world - as horrible, and disgusting as you people have made - but the real world, none-the-less.
Kasey looks around the room, at the horrible and disgusting world you people have made.
She holds her right hand up, with her index finger raised - an idea.
:: Kasey :: Maybe we should contact Sarah Price? She is fond of fairy-tales, is she not? Perhaps she has heard the long lost tales of Ahren Fournier...
Once upon a time, there was a hideous little goat-boi called Ahren, and lying beside him was a wretched, beady eyed little cat. But the wretched, beady eyed little cat only had half a brain, as sadly, the other half had rotted to nothing on account of having to endure repeated tales of the little goat-boi's long-gone glory years. And so the wretched little cat would just lie motionless, dribbling down itself, with its beady eyes glazed over, wishing for death.
Wishing with all its might; wishing, and wishing, and wishing for the sweet release of death.
Then. A hero would arrive. The wretched little cat's ears perked and twitched, as on the distance it could see the Lady with the Big Smile. And beside her was her big, growling, Hellhound. A big, angry, Hellhound that would be only too happy to end the suffering of the wretched, beady eyed little cat.
But. The hideous little goat-boi could also see her coming, and not wishing for his stories to go unheard, he leaped to his feet - well, as best he could, with his weary, creaking bones - and prepared for battle.
Kasey holds her closed fist against her mouth, with her brow furrowed, and a look of confusion on her face.
:: Kasey :: Perhaps we knew more about you than we thought? No matter. We know what you're going to say, Ahren. We know what you're doing to do. You see, despite what you think about yourself; you are not different. You are not unique. You are not special. You are just one more in a long line of egomaniacs that inhabits Elite Answers Wrestling. You are going to be the latest in a long list of names to dismiss us. For some reason, you people refuse to learn. You people refuse to see what's going on the world around you, so consumed are you in your own little bubble. You're so wrapped up in your past, and your little rat, that you can't see that you're being caught up.
Oh, but I'm the GOAT. I could beat you with my eyes closed.
Sadly, we cannot give you anymore credit than to suggest that that is something in the vein of what you will come out with. Your ego prevents you from learning. It stops you from admitting the fact that you may very well lose this match. The shame you feel that such a result would bring is unthinkable for you. The problem is, that the mentality that has not gotten anyone anywhere against us. That is the mentality that has seen people embarrassed against us. Hall of Famers, and former Champions? We have beaten them before. Your accolades are not a tool for intimidation. A comparison of our histories is not a tool for intimidation, because we are every bit as good as you, and it crushes you inside to even hear those words. It bewilders you to think that another actually has the audacity to put themselves on your pedestal. Well we do. And come Sunday night on Voltage, we will knock you off that pedestal. Well watch from above as you tumble, and then we'll kick your hideous little rat down after you. Assuming we don't just drown it, of course.
When bad things happen to bad people, no-one really cares, do they? If a horse got burned alive, people would care, wouldn't they? Because people generally like horses. How many of you cared at the maggots being burned alive though?
Kasey doesn't turn away from the camera, but extends her arm towards the burning stove with the now burned to nothing maggots.
:: Kasey :: How many of you gave those a second thought? Or a thought of anything other than disgust? Lives being burned to a crisp, and how many of you cared? Don't lie, we'll know. You didn't care, none of you did, because maggots aren't liked. If you don't like something, then it can suffer without remorse, and none of you should dare suggest that we are wrong.
Ahren, you are the little maggot in the pan. When you embarrassed yourself on Dynasty, to use a very recent example; when you ran to the ring like your were going to do something worthwhile, how many people cared when you ended up lying on the mat? There will be few tears shed when Ahren Fournier is finally put out to pasture. When that is, however, depends on how you react to the defeat that is coming your way on Voltage. Will your ego lose control, and send you on a wild downward spiral as you lose control, spinning faster and faster each and every week? Or will you accept that fact that we are here. We are real. We are a part of the future of both Elite Answers Wrestling, and Ahren Fournier, whether they, or you, like it or not. It makes no difference to us, in the slightest, if we must put you down, then we'll put you down.
We take great enjoyment in beating sense into people. In leaving the streets flowing with the blood of the non-believers. In beating reality into the false prophets. And, little goat-boi, make no mistake, there are none within this company who talk with quite the relentless falseness that you do. Everything, everything about you... your whole life is a lie. An mind warped by a previous age of success and so consumed by the lust for more, that you've forgotten what reality looks like.
Kasey smiles, and holds her arms outstretched.
:: Kasey :: Allow us to introduce you to reality, Ahren. Allow us to welcome you to the new era of EAW, because no matter what you may think, in that strange little mind of yours, we are the new dawn that this company badly needed. The new era to finally see off the Ahren Fourniers, Cage's, and Chris Elite's, that have long overstayed their welcome. We know that you won't like it, and we know that you won't accept it, but sadly for you, we also know that you won't have a choice. It has been written, it has been said, and so it shall be done.
Ahren, our little goat-boi, on Voltage we will show you the wondrous world of darkness.
Kasey picks up the apple, and takes a bite.
Cut to black.
