The Devil's Bleeding Crown Mar 16, 2019 21:09:52 GMT
Post by Kai Stevens on Mar 16, 2019 21:09:52 GMT
THE BOOK OF
the devil’s bleeding crown
“The Devil's spawn no longer breathes.
Descending angels and fallen kings,
raise your hands; what do you hold?
The Devil's bleeding crown.”
A light draft flutters across the microphone included with the camera focusing in upon a rather poorly lit room. Just out of the darkness, three wide steps lead up to a large golden chair. Gothic aesthetics characterize the throne, but the man residing upon the seat speaks to a different atmosphere: that of a ruthless killer. He snickers arrogantly and swings himself forward to rest his elbows on his knees and interlock his fingers below his skull. With a grin, the bearded individual clearly is none other than the Infernal Baptist and the Divine Wrestling Pure Champion for the last one-hundred and three days, Kai Stevens. He dons a pair of black Timberland boots, black jeans, a black belt, an official New Age Plague t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Atop his head he wears a black skull cap with his own personal sigil over his right temple. Upon his face, the Envoy of the End sports a sinister scowl with clenched jaw to match his clenching, interlocked fingers.
“Almost six months ago,” he begins with an ominous tone to his diction. “I made history in Nagoya, Japan, when I took down Khmaoch Sângkât.”
With reckless abandon, we flash to the beginning of Stevens’s reign as SSW Heritage Champion at Event Horizon this past year. The Nagoya Dome is simply pulsating. However, the wind is ripped from their sails and we cut from a shot of the dejection in the capacity crowd to a shot in the ring of Stevens drilling the longest reigning Champion of any kind in Strong Style Wrestling history in the jaw with his Baptism By Fire kick. The maneuver drops Sângkât to one knee, giving Stevens the room to underhook both arms and hoist the Champion into the air. Upon planting his foe’s skull into the canvas with his kneeling variation of From Hell’s Heart, we flash to the image of pinfall, the audio of the three count resonating for a moment. When we cut to Stevens hoisting the title high over his head, commentator Daniel Wilson’s voice commandeers our ears.
“The most dominant reign in Strong Style Wrestling history… has ended.”
We return to the haunting visage of the Pure Champion once more, with nothing but even deeper portent in his eyes. “While Strong Style Wrestling didn’t quite make it through the year,” he continues. “My reputation did. In fact, my reputation constructed a lasting legacy for me in Japan. Everywhere you go on this planet? Anywhere they’ve got TV, they’ve got internet… And are watching professional wrestling? Hell, sports in general? They know my name. They know just how quickly they should either bow down at my feet or run and hide like the cowards they are. And that holds true for me Stateside, too. Maybe… Maybe my overlooking Michael Rissi at SAGA 4 gave me my first loss in this company. But if you know a damn thing about wrestling, about anything, really? You know that it doesn’t even pretend to be able to influence my legacy here. I’ve worn the Pure Championship for over a hundred days now, and any of you who tune in to Supremacy will find an abundance of evidence to the infallibility of my legacy already. At my age.” Stevens chuckles imperiously before reaching up with his right hand to scratch at his beard. “Which, as you can imagine, spells disaster for pretenders to this throne like Ryan Kelly and Ricky Stanton... And I’ll spell it so clear even they can read it.”
Stevens squares his frame towards the camera and bows his head forward slightly, a menacing emphasis to his smirk as he peers up through his furrowed brow. “Neither of you are Pure,” he explains. “Ryan, Ricky… The two of you have deluded yourselves into thinking you have a shot of dethroning the Pupil of the Path to Purity for the Pure Championship. Delusions of that caliber, gentlemen? To the Greater Good it looks a whole lot more like Heresy. And around here? In this industry? I am the Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner... And thus the punishment for your Heresy? Is death.” The utterance of this word produces a nefarious smile on Kai’s face before he continues. “I’ve heard you both out. I’ve given you the respect of listening to the drivel that falls out of your mouths, a respect I don’t often give freely. But I allowed you both the opportunity to represent yourself to the best of your abilities. I gave you the opportunity to plead your case, to convince me that you’re worthy of dropping to your knees at my feet in worship at the Altar of the Greater Good. I gave you a chance to have some Famous Last Words... And instead, you wasted your time telling jokes and drinking. You’re nothing more than mere degenerates and Heretics... And I am going to put you out of your misery.”
“It was your job to convince me to spare your life with how you approached this suicide mission you’ve been sent on, you two,” he spits. “And you failed… Spectacularly. Ryan, ever since you signed with Divine Wrestling, you’ve been sneaking by up the rankings, doing your best to try to catch me... To try to emulate me. But when it’s all said and done, you and I both know that we are not the same. I’m the kinda’ guy that takes Japan by storm and ends one of the most revered title reigns in their country’s history. I’m the kind that headlines Pay-Per-View after Pay-Per-View all across the globe. You? You’re the kinda’ guy to wrestle in the dark before the show starts. I don’t know how it is you managed to convince Tiger to give you this opportunity to be my next victim, Ryan, nor why. But at the end of the day? At the end of the day, to wear this title you need to be cut from a different cloth. Not even Michael Rissi, win or no win, can lay claim to being cut from the same cloth as Kai Stevens... And when you realize… While you’re off fucking around and getting shitfaced? I’m being taught the teachings of the Path to Purity. While you’re knocking back drinks in bars, I’m knocking down teeth through the back of people’s scalps in the ring.” Kai nods his head confidently and wets his lips. “You may effort to challenge the throne, Ryan” continues the Cowboy Killer. “But come Supremacy I will show you the Cancer of your Creation so that you beg me to slit your throat and be done with you. And then you will suffer the same fate as any pretender to the throne… I will break open that thick skull of yours and show the world your true colors. You can’t fight fate, Ryan. And since I am Inevitable, motherfucker? You ain’t got a fucking chance against me.”
“As for you, Ricky,” he pivots scathingly. “I’ve got no patience for your vanity. You want to convince people you’re worthy of even having your named uttered in the same sentence as mine? There’s not a chance in Hell you do it with your childish jokes and skits. When you bring that bottom feeder BULLSHIT to the table, you all but guarantee that you’ll meet your End.” Kai grins nefariously and scratches at his beard while taking a breath in through his nose. He wets his lips again and elaborates further. “I… I must admit to you, Rick. I have to tell you that it will give me great pleasure to drop you to your knees, ripping them the fuck out if need be… And forcing you to face the Repugnancy of your Reflection before I use your ugly mug to shatter that mirror and make of your face the carnage I crave.” Kai’s foreboding smile and evil furrowing of his brow speaks to his commitment to this threat. “I will rip the arrogance out of your ego come Supremacy, Rick,” he adds. “And I will shove it down your throat. And if you ever have the audacity to have my name in your mouth again? Not only will I kick it through your fat mouth, but I will rip out your tongue to strangle you with.” Kai shakes his head disdainfully before glaring with wrathful intent at the camera, as if speaking directly to his opponents. “And as far as I’m concerned? Since I’m damn sure not about to lose my title because one of you two shitstains pins the other? You might as well prepare for me to put you both the fuck down at the same God damned time.”
Stevens rises to his feet and drags the camera skyward. Once vertical, he grips the front of the camera to hold it focused on his malicious smirk. He nods his head with flared nostrils and wets his lips before clearing his throat and continuing. “You two wanted this opportunity to prove yourselves,” he says. “You wanted to show the rest of us that you belong here, belong contending for titles that reside around the waists of men like me. All you want, at the end of the day is to fit in. But to be Champion, you can’t fit in. You have to stand out. But you wanna’ know what? I’m feeling generous. I’m gonna’ give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna’ make you both stand out.” Curling his lip into a sinister snarl, Kai nods his head. He wets his lips and continues, coursing with momentum. “At Supremacy, boys, I’m going to allow your names to go down in infamy. The two of you will never be forgotten, because the End of your careers is so spectacularly violent... So macabre. They will write songs of the horror of the bloodbath awaiting you two bottom bitches. They will never forget the moment I cut my legacy into your flesh and Purified you at the Altar of the Greater Good. I will bathe in your blood, Rick. And I will taste in your torment. Because at the end of the day? You would have to rip out my fucking heart outta’ my chest if you wanted to get your Impure filth on my Pure Championship. If you aren’t prying the title out of my cold, dead hands, gentlemen? Then you better smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. Because I am Inevitable. And I am here to Purify this industry. ALPHA Wrestling was just the beginning. The two of you? You are just the beginning... The beginning of the End. For the two of you pretenders? For your careers? For your aspirations for my title? The End is Nigh.”
Stevens grins ominously and rolls his shoulders back. With a malicious smirk overtaking his bearded face, the Pure Champion tosses the camera back, forcing us to crash into static and white noise. When this fades to black, we are left with one question in mind as we venture into Supremacy’s Pure Championship triple threat…
Will Stevens be able to cement his legacy even further against Ryan Kelly and Ricky Stanton the way he did against Khmaoch Sângkât?