Horrorcore BS and A New Champion
Aug 20, 2022 12:44:47 GMT -5
CJ Phoenix, Downfall, and 2 more like this
Post by Brandon Leno on Aug 20, 2022 12:44:47 GMT -5
District Nightclub, Honolulu
August 17th…12:20 AM
(Home Sweet Home) Kano thought. After spending some time in Tennessee he was happy to be back on the island. Even Japan would be a 5 star hotel compared to the backwoods wasteland that is Tennessee. Kano sits in a VIP section of the club, sipping on a glass of Patron, watching the female tourists twerk and dance seductively. His red bandana is wrapped around his forehead this time, white leather jacket and some acid wash jeans. His entourage, mostly family, cousins, nephews, surround him in the room.
Kano: Dandy DeVito, I don’t know if you were watching or if you were bitching at Pasternak again bruh, but I just “cleaned” your “cleaner”. If I were you I would rethink the investment you made in that punk ass bitch. I told y’all that I would bury Ronin, I pretty much ended his career in hillbilly country because if he was my enforcer, his ass would be gone! I hope everyone in A-Dub was watching that match. What you saw were guerilla tactics and how effective they were. A shotgun dropkick stunned his ass and in a daze, I struck like a snake in a bush bruh. See, warfare can be prepared for, strategies, tactical planning, but this isn’t your typical warfare. Nah, this right here…is guerilla warfare!
He finishes his glass as the alcohol burns in his throat. The beautiful waitress sways her way over and refills his glass. She slips him a note, with her name and number on it, winking before she leaves.
Kano: Memphis was only the beginning. That was just a quick preview of what I’m going to do to each and every person that gets in front of me. Ronin was lucky that I decided to end it quickly and he got out of there. For others, it will be far worse, more brutal, savage…and painful. Shit round here is about to get fucking real. I gave you all the warning, none of you heeded it . Now a storm is coming…and it's going to do some next level damage bruh! If you don’t believe me, wait until you see what I do next week!
Kano points both hands toward the camera, a sinister smile on his face. As the simulated finger guns point dead center of the camera, the feed cuts out as a click clack is heard.
The Compound
August 18th…8:00 PM
Sitting on the back patio of the compound is Kano, his younger brother Beto, and his best friend Kento. Tonight, an important meeting is about to commence. One that will change the landscape of Honolulu and the real power of the city that comes with it. Each man has a glass with Patron, a bottle sitting on the wooden table.
Kento: This is a big day for you B-Real!
B-Real is the nickname for Beto. He was a nice kid at heart, which is what worried his brother. Can’t be soft in this life.
Beto: Thanks K! I know I can handle this responsibility, but it’s nice to know that you are looking out for me. You truly are part of the family bruh.
The two shake hands and hug as Kano looks on, a smile on his face.
Kano: B-Real, you know I wouldn’t put you in a spot that you weren’t ready for right.
Beto looks in the eyes of his brother. He could see the trust and confidence that Kano has in him to take over the family.
Kano: You have the keys to the kingdom now. I will be popping in here and there to visit and see how things are going. I trust that you will continue the legacy that Tamai and I have built. You already know, If I can’t be reached, K will be your confidant.
Beto and Kano share a passionate hug. Beto had been dreaming of this moment his whole life but never thought it would come. Then his brother decided to wrestle.
Beto: I saw your match bruh. Some killer shit man! I hear you have a title match this week bruh. I want you to know that the family is coming to Queens to see Clash of Champions bruh. We got you bruh.
The feeling inside Kano was joy and excitement. His family never watched him in Japan. It’s not like his father was crazy that his oldest son, who would take over for him someday, wanted to go off and “play” professional wrestling.
Kano: You can’t even begin to imagine what that feels like bruh. Knowing that you guys will be there is just going to fire me up even more. We will all go up together bruh. Plane leaves Friday Morning.
They share another hug before returning inside the house. Kano enters the house, but Beto and Kento stay out on the patio. Faint voices can be heard but not loud enough to be audible. Kento leans into Beto and starts talking in his ear as the camera goes off.
South Jamaica, Queens, NY
August 19th…9:30 PM
Sirens can be faintly heard in the distance. South Jamaica, although better than it was in the 1980’s during the crack cocaine epidemic, still holds the highest crime rates in Queens. The real world is often scarier than anything that could possibly be fabricated. Monsters are real, however they don’t have fangs or eat brains. They are the next door neighbors. The shy grocery clerk, the head of the PTA. Those are the real monsters that haunt us every day.
Standing in a dimly lit alleyway is the “Urban Guerilla”. Kano is surrounded by his family that have made the trip. He is wearing his camo jacket, bandana tied around his forehead, dog tags hanging against his bare chest.
Kano: Jason Cashe, Jessie Lee, it seems that you two are going to be the next casualties of this guerilla war, a triple threat match for the CBS Championship. After one dominant performance it seems that people have taken notice of the hurricane that has come to destroy Action Wrestling. I mean think about that bruh, one match, one match and I already have a title opportunity. Bruh, I don’t know if that says more about my wrestling abilities and how on top of my game I am, or the sorry sacks of shit that are on this roster. Either way, the decision has been made and both of you got the short end of the stick bruh!
Kano laughs and he shuffles his feet as Beto slaps him on the back. Some would describe his attitude in this situation as ignorance, or arrogance. It was neither of those things. It was pure confidence.
Kano: Let’s start with you, Jessie Lee. I got news for you, go home little girl and quit trying to act like you can hang with the big boys. Go back to Australia and talk your shit over there. Why they would think that you would be a good opponent for me I have no idea. Now listen, I don’t discriminate. I ain’t got no problem with women, as long as they can hang. Shit girl, my grandmother is a tougher bitch than you. She’s not afraid to cut a motherfucker. You call yourself the horrorcore hottie…girl, you have no idea what horror actually is. This horrorcore bullshit is pissin me off. Real horror is the shit that goes on in the street that nobody wants to talk about. The drugs, the sex, the violence. Everyone turns the other cheek because they don’t want to acknowledge the terror that it brigns to the neighborhoods! They would rather stick with monsters in movies, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees and Freddy Kruger. Those are monsters they want to see because they know those will never hurt them, hurt their children.
The cry of a child can be heard in the background. Sirens can be heard again, this time a little bit closer. Kano never takes his maniacal gaze off the camera.
Kano: That’s your horrorcore in a nutshell. Believing in things that may seem scary, but in reality will never hurt you. Jessie, I have seen what real horror is, and the violence and brutality that comes with it. Not only have I seen it, but I have done it too, because on the streets it’s about survival. Adapt and survive is the only way to live. I can adapt to any situation, even in wrestling because my wrestling style is a perfect set for that type of strategy, Guerilla tactics. I’ll stalk you from the shadows just like vampires, but I exist and when you have no idea what’s coming, that’s when you end up in a body bag girl!
A growl escapes the lips of Kano as his face contorts. This is the look of a vicious predator tracking its prey, almost toying with its mind.
Kano: Jason Cashe, CBS Champion…until Clash. Sounds like you are a fan favorite bruh. Good for you. You know what I have to say about that? Fuck dem fans! I’m a man that favors loyalty over anything else. The fans, they aren’t loyal. Those little bitches will drop you like a bad habit quicker than you can say what the fuck. Don’t worry Cashe, you will find out just how quick they can turn on you when I take that fucking CBS Championship from you bruh. I’m going to take that championship and everything that it means to you bruh. They called me the “King Killer” in Japan because whenever I faced a champion, I won that shit! Didn’t matter who it was, what title it was, I was the man over there. Now, I’m going to be the man over here and destroy this entire roster.
Kano snickers and a devilish grin forms on his face. This is his chance to land a major impact here in Action Wrestling and he knows the stakes are high, but the stakes have been high his whole life so he was accustomed to this feeling.
Kano: Jason Cashe, people see a champion, I see a little bitch! A bitch trying to last in a man’s world. Well that ends because once I become CBS Champ, You can go home, cry to your girl, then play a little grab ass, or as a homie of mine once said…touch butt in the park. Then, once you come to terms how bad I whooped that ass, you can move on in your mundane life. All the while, this big dawg will carry the banner that you obviously can’t!
Kano reaches behind him and produces two body bags, one with Jessie Lee spray painted on it, the other with the champ's name. He holds them up and that devilish smile surfaces again.
Kano: I got both of you a present. After the both of you get a DOA, I’ll provide medical personnel with some proper containers to haul both your asses out of Arthur Ashe Stadium. This is the beginning of the Guerilla era and the assault is just beginning. Ronin was the first, you two will be the next, and Kano will be the NEW CBS CHAMPION!
He drops the body bags and points both hands, simulating a gun at the camera. A click clack is heard as the camera fades to black.
