MATCH PROMO We deny your request for the return of Empire. [Bloodsport 1]

Kasey Kaos

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:: 09 August 2020 :: 00:19 ::
:: A slaughterhouse in Brooklyn, New York ::


Around the entire room, the bottom five feet of the huge white tiled walls are almost brown with dried blood. Narrow windows at the top of the thirty foot high walls show the pitch black sky outside, with the sound of unrelenting rain hammering against them. The grey stone floor is thick with the freshly drained blood of the pigs, with the only breaks in the puddles coming from Kasey's boot-prints.

Along the middle of the room, hanging side-by-side by their back legs are four pigs. Their throats are slit, and they have already drained of blood. Lined along the back wall, around fifteen feet behind the pigs, are ten large shining steel hooks.

Kasey is standing to the side of the right hand pig. Dressed in an ankle length, layered black skirt, and black hoodie - which has some light smatterings of blood on it. Her face is painted white, with red streaks down from her black eyes and a black stitch effect over her lips. She holds a large cleaver in her right hand.

The two rows of long tube lights that run the length of the room are on, albeit with a constant buzzing and flickering.

Kasey walks along the front of the pigs, prodding each one with the end of the cleaver, as she speaks -


:: Kasey :: This little piggy went to market,
this little piggy stayed home,
this little piggy had roast beef,
and this little piggy gave us its wretched little soul.

As the last pig gently swings from its prodding, Kasey slams the cleaver deep into its stomach, before turning back to the camera.

:: Kasey :: Shane, we don't understand what you were thinking? At that specific moment in time, what was going on inside your little mind? When you interrupted us, and attacked us from behind, and as if that wasn't suicidal enough, you then told Captain Charisma that you wanted our Bloodsport match to be a Hardcore Submission match? When you were behind the curtain watching, what happened? Did something snap within you? We really do not understand, why you would challenge us to this type of match? We understand you wanting to turn over a new leaf, and we understand you challenging Lisa Wren, Donovan Duke, and Conor Ryan to this sort of match, but we cannot comprehend the thoughts that went through your head that convinced you that this was a good idea. Surely you remember our last encounter?

You must also remember ours words during the week prior? What we said would happen, happened. We told you that you would be introduced to the darkness, and sure enough - it opened its arms and welcomed you in. We told you exactly what your fate would be, and so it came to pass. What has convinced you that this time will be different? Do you feel that you will be able to target Lisa Wren, or one of the other weak links, and steal victory from us? No. We're afraid that's not something we will allow to happen.

You said during your rude interruption of us on Voltage, and when we destroyed all four of you last week that it proved nothing. It proved, if it needed to be proven, that we are above you all. Do you also feel that it proved nothing when we choked you to nothingness?

Do you think that we're a joke? Do you think that we're simply going to allow you to continually step up against us? The more that you get up, the harder we will start to knock you down. And sooner or later, the time will come when you will not be able to get back up at all - you'll find yourself on the end of one too many Kaos Reigns'. Should that time ever arrive, you will find yourself staring up at the fading lights, with your life flashing before your eyes. Your last moments will be pure, unadulterated regret. You will rue the day you convinced yourself that standing up to the horrors of hell was a wise decision. You will think of the abundance of other EAW elitists that you could have challenged, as you ask yourself 'why?' 'why Kasey?'

Shane, just like all the rest, you exist right here -

The picture goes grey and grainy as Kasey holds out her right hand, open and palm up; slowly she wraps her fingers in, forming a closed fist.

Her fist tightly clenched, the colour bleeds back into the picture.


:: Kasey :: This is where you live. All four of you live, side by side on the palm of our hand. Just waiting for the inevitable crushing end. Now we understand that your confidence is growing - you have done exactly what we told you to do. We told you that we would teach you the way and then let you loose on the rest of Voltage. You defeated Donovan Duke, and Morrigana. You defeated Conor Ryan. You seemed to be turning the corner, and taking our teachings to the masses. Now this? Now you wish to be knocked back down to square one? You were building something Shane, you were going places. After years of underachieving, we showed you what was missing and this is what happens? You have blown your opportunity to shine. Two wins and you think that you are of the stature to attack us? Two wins and you think that you can stand against us? Two wins and you think that we will not put you down, just as we did barely a month ago? Your intention may have been to prove a point, but the point you have proven is not the one that you wished to prove. You see, the point you have proven is that you lack the intelligence to carry our teachings to any real success. Perhaps we overestimated your potential? If that is the case, then so be it. We will simply lay you to rest, as it's really of no great consequence to us whether you succeed or not. Sure, it would've been fun to watch you rip heads from bodies, but ultimately, if need be, we will simply do it ourselves.

Kasey pulls the cleaver out from the stomach of the pig. As it comes out, the picture briefly breaks up.

All four of the pigs now have a paper mask over its face. Masks of the faces of Shane Gates, Conor Ryan, Donovan Duke, and Lisa Wren. The Shane Gates mask has an X over each eye.


:: Kasey :: Little Lisa Wren won a match? We must return home, to ensure that it has not frozen over. You truly know that things are not right with the world when Lisa Wren is having her hand raised by the referee. Was that truly your first victory since March though? That is almost five months of weekly failure, since the day we decided that we would carry you no further. Five months of defeats, and yet you feel that you deserve better? Better than what, Lisa? Five months of us building our own road, gaining victories, title shots, being matched with the best that EAW has to offer, and yet here we are. Sharing a ring, once again, with the woman who was once dead weight on our back.

Basket Kase? Basket Kase, she calls us. Little Lisa -

Kasey slowly applauds, with a small smirk on her face - not smirk of derision, but more genuine.

:: Kasey :: As far as name calling, and insults go, that is original. People use the same, lazy, words with which to describe us, but you actually came up with something fairly different.

We are growing ever more concerned about the threat of icicles forming in our home. But be that as it may, you are going to do absolutely nothing at Bloodsport. Perhaps with the exception of crying at the prospect of having to have a man that size of Shane Gates. 'Oh, how can a little woman be expected to stand up to man his size?' Your whole attitude is pitiful. You are an embarrassment, Lisa. Your failures have nothing to do with your size, and to suggest -

Nay, you did not suggest, you actually said -

'The only women that should be wrestling men are the amazon types who are like 6 feet tall and 200 pounds.'

That is pathetic. And do not attempt to tar all the other female bodies in this company with your own pathetic insecurities and excuses, such as your lack of size; like that is somehow being the reason for your constant failures. We have performed just fine against men so far, thank you very much. Andrea Valentine as not done too badly for herself either, has she? Lisa, we stand at five foot six. We weigh one hundred and forty pounds. We are no amazon, but yet as we said, we have had plenty of success against the men of EAW. The fact that you're not smart enough to formulate a game-plan capable of leading you to similar success has nothing to do with men against woman. It has nothing to do with size. It has everything to do with the fact that you just aren't very good. And was that comment designed to suggest that you believe you would have greater chance of success against women? Against the likes of us, Minerva, Darcy May Morgan, Ms. Extreme? Of course you wouldn't, don't be so ridiculous. But what then would your excuses be for those failures? Would you then wish to no longer face white women? Red haired women? Plastic women? Possessed women?

We should all be denied the opportunity to prove ourselves against the best on account of things such as our gender, size, or weight? No. That is not how it works, and that is not how it's going to be. Lisa Wren -

We deny your request for the return of Empire.

Kasey stands in between the four pigs, where the blood on the ground is at its thickest, and lowers down on her haunches. She slowly drags her right index finger through the blood.

:: Kasey :: And Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, you deserve better? Explain why. Please. But... we have a slight caveat to that request. Do so without playing either the race card, or the female card. Explain what you have done to show the world that you deserve better. We have been out there against the top tier talent of Voltage, and denied victory purely on account of dreadful referee's and foul play.

We deserve better. You deserve nothing.
We deserve better than to be sharing a ring with a self-serving, self-pitying, failure. You deserve the beating that we are going to give you, and the hell that we are going to introduce you to.

Little Lisa, you ramble nonsensically about the irrelevant - twisting anything you possibly can, in order to turn yourself into the victim. You are not. You also have a ridiculous obsession with a brand that you were never even part of. Further to those, you have an obsession with skin colour. What's going to happen is this - come the end of our match, your skin is going to be the exact same colour as that of Shane Gates, Donovan Duke, and Conor Ryan - a beautiful, bloody, shade of red. Of course, whether that is from the blood we cause you to spill, or due to the fact we've skinned you all alive, depends purely on what weapons we happen to find around the ring.

Lisa, it is people like you that spread the hate in this world. It is people like you that cause the fractures and divides in your society. It is people like you, judging on appearance, that is causing the world to burn. Little one, your sins are plentiful, and we are going to punish you for each and every one of them.

You had the opportunity - adapt or die. But the second, the single solitary second that it took for you to be signed against us, was end of your chance to adapt. Your fate has been sealed, and you will now perish alongside the white men that you hate oh-so very much. At the end of the day, and no matter which way you choose to look at it, Lisa, at Bloodsport you are going to come to the realisation that underneath it all, you people are all the same.

Kasey stands back up, with blood now clinging and dripping from the bottom of her skirt. Etched in blood, inches in front of her feet, the camera focuses on the words -

BLEED
LISA

When it cuts back to Kasey, the Lisa Wren mask now has X's over her eyes.


:: Kasey :: Donovan Duke. Oh, you poor little soul. We don't know how we can take seriously any words that are uttered from the mouth of one who has suffered defeat at the hands of Little Lisa Wren. We care not that Shane Gates made his way to the ring, as he was doing nothing. He simply stood and stared, with those beady little eyes of his. You, Donovan, you initiated the attack that ultimately led you to the ultimate humiliation - being pinned by Lisa Wren. Defeated by someone you should have considered little more than a warm-up for Bloodsport. You are better than her, and yet now your Bloodsport ambitions lie in tatters. Not only does the little technical wrestler find himself out of his comfort zone, in a hardcore match, he finds himself up against one who has choked into submission the very best that EAW has to offer.

Now, we are not as brain-dead as Lisa, so we will not suggest that your gentleman act is an act. However, we will suggest that you drop it, as it will get you nowhere around here. We suggest that you let the anger that Lisa Wren's hateful, uncalled for words caused within you, be unleashed. No more respect for people like her, or for anyone who does not deserve it. No more respect for anyone that does not earn it. At Bloodsport, we want you to pick up a steel chair, a baseball bat, a pipe, a wrench, anything, and smash it over the skull of the one who has decided that she is your judge. The one who decided that she is your better based solely on the superficial. We want you to go back and listen again to the words she used to describe you -

'Donnie ain’t 'respectful'. He's a two faced fuckwad.'

Donovan - and we won't do you the disservice of calling you Donnie - she then compared you to the racist rednecks. Now we want you to imagine, for just one second that you made a similar comment about her - imagine for one second that you turned the tables and made a sweeping generalisation about her. She would be playing victim and claiming her point proven before you'd even finished your sentence. Picture the seriousness with which it would be treated, the outrage it would cause, and the anger it would incite. You are her victim and we want you to stand up for yourself and smash her skull in. For as long as you are the meek, we will treat you with the scorn and derision that your attitude deserves, and Little one, we will butcher you alongside her. We will turn your world into complete darkness.

If need be, we will demonstrate on Shane Gates or Conor Ryan, we will show you how to cave in a skull. Then, when the lesson is over, we will have you show us what you have learned by doing the same to the corrupt judge who decided your fate on the basis of stereotypes.

With a big smile on her face, Kasey holds her arms out wide and nods enthusiastically at her suggestion.

The picture then briefly glitches out, and now Kasey stands in front of the Conor Ryan pig. Donovan's now has X's over the masks eyes.


:: Kasey :: That leaves us with one. One more little piggy to the slaughter. One more little soul for the void. Conor Ryan...

First, we must say, we really feel the odd one out in this match. Conor, you have faced and defeated Lisa Wren this season - we offer no congratulations for something as simple as that - you have faced and been defeated by Donovan Duke, you have also been pinned by Shane Gates. The four of you seem to have a little thing going on among yourselves, and but for our first week victory against Shane, we have had little to do with any of you. Perhaps we are simply the butcher preparing the meat for Captain Charisma's table? But that is a moot point, as here we are. You're a mixed bag, aren't you Conor? You managed to achieve the norm in defeating Lisa Wren, yet you failed at the Donovan Duke hurdle? A man who himself was defeated by little Lisa. What an odd little triangle. And it was the 'odd little triangle' who had no say in that match. Shane Gates made his suggestion, and we decided that it was acceptable to us. You see Conor, when we speak, we speak for all. You had no voice, none of you did because we had already left you lying on the mat. You knew first hand what the others could do, but you knew us by reputation only. Now you know. Now you realise what awaits you at Bloodsport.

When you people rudely interrupted us on Voltage you made the claim that you are sick and tired of being overlooked. Yet you have done nothing to earn any other kind of look. You need a 'breakout moment', yet when you were given a match with an established name within EAW, what happened? What happened is that you told that world that you were not going to waste your energy on a match with Shane Gates. Shane Gates is no Lisa Wren, or TNT; and you found that out the hard way, when he left you lifeless in the middle of the ring. Your ridiculous attitude, is something which we find to be a great sin. Your laziness... your slothful behaviour... here's a little proverb for you, Conor -

A lazy hunter does not catch his prey, but a hard-working person becomes wealthy.

Your lazy attitude ensured that you caught nothing on Voltage, and your lack of hard work will ensure that you do not leave Bloodsport any wealthier than when you arrived. When we win the fifty thousand dollars, we will burn in front of you. Little Sloth, you will catch nothing, but our fists on your face. You wish to turn up on our show with such a blase attitude? No, we will not stand for it, and your mindset is going to see you punished. Do you think that we have any great desires to face you? No, we do not. Yet we will still turn up and smash your face as if we were in a World Title match against Rex McAllister.

Kasey slams the cleaver into the stomach of the Conor Ryan masked pig. It lets out a loud, high pitched, agonising squeal.

Cut to black.
 

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