Post by Brandon Leno on Aug 27, 2022 17:42:48 GMT -5
The Flamingo…Queens, NY
1:35 AM…August 23rd
Business was booming at the Flamingo. One of the staples of the Queens nightlife, this is club that Kano, his family and friends went to after Clash of Champions. Now, hours after the show, he and his entourage are still living it up, celebrating the accomplishment of the King Killer. Kano sits in one of the vip sections, a bottle of Patron on ice, sitting in the middle of the table. Leaned back in his chair, he is wearing an AW tee and some acid wash jeans. The newly acquired CBS championship hooked around his neck as he lets it dangle a wide smile on his face.
Kano: AND NEW! I told you fools that it was going to happen and here we are, me this title belt. My second week in the company and I have already claimed a significant title. For anyone who thought I was going to be a one hitta quitta, you all can suck my balls! I want everyone to acknowledge their NEW…CBS Champion…and what will probably be the last CBS champion that AW is going to have because it’s going to take 10 men or more in order to take this belt away from me! Jessie Lee thought she could step to the big boys. She found out quickly that when it comes to this big dawg, she ain’t even in my league bruh. Jason Cashe, you said that the King Killer was just going to be a warm-up for you on your way to Uprising. That Kano had no fucking business being in a title match and he would eventually flame out. Well bruh, how do you feel now? How do you feel after this “rookie” came in and just fucked up your entire world!
Kano continues to smirk as a sexy waitress comes over and pours drinks for the entire group. He admires the voluptuous view when she bends over to pour the drinks. She catches him looking and shoots him a seductive look as if to let him know “It can be yours if you want”. He pulls out a wad of cash that was tucked into his belt and lays down a 50 bill. She takes it and winks at him.
Kano: I know people are going to say that I couldn’t have won the title if it wasn’t for Odin coming out and putting Cashe through a table…WRONG! Bruh, I would have won that match with or without Odin interfering, Odin getting involved just sealed the fate of Cashe. Again, to anyone who thinks that Odin is the reason I won that match…you again, can suck my nuts! All you motherfuckers can say that my win wasn’t legit…that I’m not a real champion, or wait until you face some real competition. First, I thought Cashe was real competition. All you dumb ass fans loved him. Cheering for him whenever he caught Kano with a move, hoping that he would slay the big bad beast that is the “Urban Guerilla”. Didn’t happen bruh!
The seductive waitress comes over again, handing him a note.
Christie-555-3791. Call Me 
Kano takes the note, a smile appears on his face as he reads it.
Kano: Well, your CBS Champion has some…business to attend to. Come over here girl.
She comes over and sits on his lap, whispering in his ear. He nods and points his fingers at the screen. Click Clack, and the camera cuts.
South Jamaica, Queens
Midnight…August 26th
THE HOUSE OF DADA
Dada was a big, very large man. For as big as a man he was, his goatee was very fine as well as trimmed. This man, a cousin of Kano and Beto, has been a staple in Queens for a while. Dada moved up here after Kano and Beto’s father died. Many referred to him as “The Hangman” because at the core of it…Dada could be called a hitman…he prefers the term, artist.
Dada: Man, I haven’t seen you two sons a bitches in a hot minute! How you doing cuz?
Kano and Beto both hug their monster of a cousin.
Kano: Up here for some wrasslin’ bruh. Had a show here in Queens last week and now we got a PPV this week, so we figured we would come by and see our favorite cuz!
Dada smiles and chuckles as he slaps Kano on the back. He missed them and they missed Dada. Growing up, Dada was an enforcer type. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but man, he could fold someone like Jason Cashe’s body going through a table…
Dada: I heard you were doing the wrestling thing again cuz. I know your father didn’t approve of your choice, what I do know is that man never missed a match on TV when you were in Japan. He was proud of you no doubt cuz, he just knew you would do well as being the next in line too.
Beto: It’s true bruh. Dad was proud of you, he was proud of his son.
The three family members hug. This revelation gave Kano a warm feeling in his heart. He always thought his father was disappointed in him. In a way, for him, it was closure.
Dada: I almost forgot, congratulations little cuz! You ever need some muscle, I’m a phone call away cuz.
Beto thanked him with a simple head nod.
Kano: Hey man, stop by this weekend, watch your cuz defend a title belt.
Dada: I’ll be there cuz. I got a thing so I will catch up with you boys later.
They all said their goodbyes and parted. Kano and Beto would head back to the hotel and Dada would do what he does best.
Queens, NY
9:30 PM…August 27th
Deep in the heart of Queens sits an abandoned warehouse. Within the warehouse stood Kano, Beto and Dadda. Kano with his cameo jacket and dog tags resting against his bare chest. Bandana tied around his forehead, CBS Title belt resting around his neck.
Kano: Well, well, well, would you look at that. Clash of Champions has come and gone and now we have Uprising, where yours truly has his first title defense. What’s interesting is, the man who some will claim gave me the championship, is the guy trying to take it from me. Odin Balfore, welcome to the show bruh. I know, you ain’t exactly new here, the grizzled veteran, mountain of a man. That shit don’t mean anything to me bruh. You claim to be a god, Se7en God. Gods are a myth bruh, you aren’t any more human than me or anyone else. That means you bleed like the rest of us. You aren’t this unstoppable powerhouse that you and everyone else makes you out to be bruh. You know what is real though…
Kano grins, teeth showing as he starts to growl.
Kano: Guerilla’s are real, and ain’t no one realier than guerilla boy! See, what everyone is missing is just how damn good I am. I came in week one, cleaned the cleaner. Week two, I won this CBS title belt. How much more dominant do you have to be to get some fucking respect around here huh! What the fuck do I have to do for you people to recognize who the next big thing is in professional wrestling! Do I have to murder somebody? If that’s what you want, that's what you will get and the man that you have offered up as a sacrifice is…The All Father. Odin Balfore, you have been chosen by the people as the one who will lay at my feet, covered in pools of blood, with me raising this CBS championship, forcing AW and its fans to acknowledge the one true king!
He lets out a sadistic chuckle. There is nothing that will stop him until he gets what he wants. Respect…
Kano: Normally I’d say this wasn’t personal, just business but, in a way for me, it is personal. While I hate that sad excuse Jason Cashe, one thing I hate more than anything in the world is disloyalty. Odin, you and Cashe were partners and yet you stabbed him in the back. That don’t sit well with me bruh. In the world I live in and the way I think, loyalty, above all else, is the most important thing to me. You cross me, I make sure that you are a dead man! There is no amount of respect in this world that I would give to disloyal snakes and little bitches like you, Odin! I guess in this case you are a big bitch, but bitch nonetheless. People like you should be taken out behind the shed and shot for the pieces of shit you all are but claim not to be.
With this brief pause he maniacally stares into the eye of the camera, an animal that's about to be unhinged and one cold blooded son of a bitch.
Kano: To sum all this up Odin, count the minutes, hours, seconds from now until Uprising because not only are you going to lose, but I’m going to try and end your career! Finish the job that other punks tried to do but failed like the fucking rodents that they are! You know why it's going to happen this time Odin? Because I’m a fucking finisher! I know how to get the job done and I don’t have to smile, wave and pander to all those stupid fucks that call themselves fans! If you think I’m going to be an easier opponent than Cashe, then bruh, you made the worst decision of your life. You chose to take on a savage, took a roll of the dice but all you got bruh, were snake eyes. You busted out bitch! Now it’s time to pay up to the house and I’ll be collecting the payment, because Odin, I AM THE HOUSE! I’m going to be setting off some fireworks in Queens Sunday night because I’m going to take a bazooka to the Nordic Tank and blow the shit out of the Se7en God! I’ll bring an extra large body bag for the ambulance personnel to shove the lifeless body of the man who was once known, Odin Balfore. Bring everything you got Odin! Bring it because I’m telling you right now, it ain’t going to be enough to stop this train! Proving that I am the one true king, and that I didn’t need Odin’s help to get this CBS title right here! Sunday night at Aurthur Ashe stadium, it will be the burial of Odin Balfore, and the continued rise of the King Killer, Kano the Guerilla! All Father, hail me, for I am your daddy now.
Kano stares above with his hands outstretched, a sinister laugh coming from his diaphragm. As he lowers his head, looking into the camera once again, he pulls his arms in, pointing his fingers at the all seeing eye. The familiar click clack is heard again as the screen cuts out, with the words HAIL ME, ALL FATHER with blood dripping for them.
