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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jun 3, 2024 21:03:29 GMT
Match 4
Kaos King vs John Tolly
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Post by Kaos King on Jun 8, 2024 6:11:40 GMT
#UpOnTheRoof
[The camera opens with a panoramic shot of Queensbridge, New York, capturing the urban jungle with its dense apartment buildings, graffiti-tagged walls and swarming streets below. As the camera zooms in, we see Kaos King sitting atop a rooftop, looking down at the city he calls home.]
|\/\/\/| Kaos King |\/\/\/|
“Most people know me for spittin’ those hot bars over a dope beat but sometimes we all need ya switch thangs up a bit from time ta time and just gotta sing from that soul, ya feel me?
[Kaos King is perched on the edge of the rooftop, his silhouette outlined against the vibrant sky.]
“I'ma keep it real, like a true young OG always does. So I'll pull back the proverbial curtain for a hot minute and speak from the heart with some real talk.”
[Kaos King leans back on his hands, taking in the view of Queensbridge below him. The city is alive with the sounds of traffic, distant conversations, and the occasional siren. Despite the chaos, there's a calmness to the rooftop, a sense of solitude that he relishes.]
“Sometimes we all need to purge that inner pain and soothe the suffering in our souls. Up here? I clear my mind but in that ring, I'm coming to take all of my anger and frustrations out on yer bytch @$$!”
[K double takes a deep breath, the air warm from the heat of the day is finally cooling as the evening approaches. He's wearing a plain white sweat soaked T-shirt that clings to his athletic frame. A white bandana that keeps his short dreadlocks in check contrasts sharply with his dark shades that shelter his brown eyes from the blazing sun, giving him a look that is both relaxed and ready for action. His new Air Jordans are immaculate, the white leather and golden glitter style iconic swoosh symbol standing out against the gritty urban backdrop.]
“Whether it be some of my closest homies being caught up in the crossfire, shot up in drive-by shootings from gangsta's bangin’ or snuffed out in robbery attempts or mourning the loss of loved ones that gave us hope for something more than this world we were born into, know what I'm sayin’? Let me break it down for y'all.”
[Kaos King lifts his chin, the dark shades reflecting the skyline. He contemplates the upcoming challenges, his mind racing with strategies and plans. The rooftop is his sanctuary, a place where he can escape the pressures of the ring and the demands of his rising fame.]
“We are one week away from the ten year anniversary of the unexpected death of the woman who brought me into this world and if heaven had a night club my Momma would be in the V.i.P. section, no doubt. Dying from cancer in a hospital bed after years of chemotherapy treatments is an ugly way ta go out.”
[As the city lights start to flicker on, he stands up, stretching his arms above his head, feeling the tension leave his body.]
“Now don't get it twisted, this ain't some boo hoo self pity party to feel sorry fer myself or tryin’ ta get sympathy from tha fans cuz once I get in that ring, out wrestling the competition is the only thing on my mind.”
[The air itself feels thick and heavy, carrying the scent of hot tar and city dust. The concrete sidewalks are hot to the touch.]
“I'm not too proud to admit that this time of year I catch the feels in a major way for what or more importantly WHO has been taken away from me.’
[In the distance, the towering projects of Queensbridge stand tall, their brick facades absorbing and radiating the sun's heat. The playgrounds and basketball courts lie mostly empty, the metal of the hoops and playground equipment too hot to touch. Even the usual sounds of the city. Honking horns, distant chatter, the hum of traffic all seem to be muted, swallowed up by the oppressive heat.]
“It's not a good headspace to be in ta be honest witcha but feel it's necessary to deal with these emotions. That's why I like to sit up here sometimes and retreat from the heat. It's very cathartic in a weird kinda way.”
[The heat waves continue to rise, a constant reminder of the relentless sun beating down on Queensbridge, creating an almost otherworldly atmosphere in the heart of the inner city.]
“Now don't get it twisted, this ain't some boo hoo self pity party ta feel sorry fer myself or tryin’ ta get sympathy from tha fans. It's nothin’ like dat cuz once I get in that ring, out wrestling the competition is the only thing on my mind.”
[The camera switches to a wide shot of the city below, transitioning into a closer view of the urban rooftop bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. Kaos King sits comfortably on the edge of the ledge, his legs dangling over the side. He's wearing a white front-knotted bandana, dark shades, plain white T-shirt, knee-length blue denim shorts, shin high white tube socks, and fresh new Nike Air Jordan kicks. The atmosphere is calm, with the city's usual hustle and bustle muted from this height.]
“Which brings me to you, John Tolly. You had the balls, the gusto, the moxy ta answer my open invitation challenge but the way you did it? Comin' through the crowd in a ski mask and blindsiding me, that $h!t don't sit well wit’ me homie.”
[Kaos King pulls out his iPhone, scrolling through his playlist until he finds the perfect track. He taps the screen, and soon, the smooth, nostalgic tones of "Up on the Roof" by The Drifters begin to play. The familiar melody drifts through the air, mixing with the distant sounds of the city below.]
[As the song starts, Kaos King leans back against the rooftop's low wall, his head tilted slightly as he lets the music wash over him. The opening lyrics, "When this old world starts getting me down," seem to resonate with him, capturing the essence of why he often retreats to this high-up haven.]
[The soothing voice of the lead singer fills the air, and Kaos King closes his eyes, absorbing the peaceful moment. The gentle breeze ruffles his bandana and T-shirt, offering a refreshing respite from the day's extreme heat. The rooftop, normally just a concrete expanse, is transformed into a sanctuary by the music, scenery and the fading light.]
“No hate though. Respect the game and how people choose ta play it. Just be sure ta bring that same fire when we meet in the ring cuz this time? Ain't gonna be no jumping me from behind. Aww Hell to tha Naw dawg, you gotta go face to face, eye ta eye, nose to nose wit’ tha Cardiac king, sucka! That's wassup.”
[The cityscape stretches out before him, a tapestry of buildings, streets, and lights that start to twinkle as dusk turns to evening. The sun sinks lower, casting long shadows and creating a stunning sunset in the backdrop. The rooftop becomes a quiet refuge, far removed from the pressures and challenges of his daily grind.]
“You want this smoke? I'ma give ya more than you can handle. Best believe dat, foo!”
[Kaos King taps his foot to the rhythm, a small smile playing on his lips as he hums along with the chorus, "Right smack dab in the middle of town, I've found a paradise that's trouble-proof." The song captures the essence of the rooftop, a place where he can escape, reflect, and recharge.]
“I hope ya ready for whatcha gotten yerself into cuz there ain't no turning back now.”
[He stands up with the music still playing and walks to the edge of the roof, looking out over Queensbridge. The city's energy feels distant, almost dreamlike, as he takes in the view. The lyrics, "At night the stars put on a show for free," echo in his mind as he watches the first stars appear in the twilight sky.]
“Come Monday Night Mayhem, I'ma show tha wrestling world why I am the one true King of Chaos.”
[The camera pulls back, showing Kaos King silhouetted against the vibrant sky as the music continues playing softly. The moment is serene, capturing the essence of a man finding peace and perspective high above the chaos of the streets below. Next to him, sitting on a small table, is a vintage birdcage with a single pigeon inside. The cage is old and its brass bars are rustic yet sturdy. The pigeon coos quietly, shifting slightly as Kaos King reaches over.]
“John Tolly has been M.I.A. for over six long months and I'ma ‘bout to give him the welcome back beat down he's askin’ for and more importantly the @$$ whoopin’ he so desperately deserves.”
[He stands up, the melody giving extra swagger in his step as he walks towards the cage. With a careful hand, he unlatches the door and gently reaches inside. The pigeon remains calm, sensing the gentleness in his touch. Kaos King lifts the bird out, cradling it in his hands. The pigeon’s feathers are soft and smooth, and it looks up at him with trusting eyes.]
“You started beef wit’ the wrong one and I'ma remind you a long wit’ tha doubters just why I'm the future and you are yesterday's news when I make ya take dat three second snooze.”
[The music continues to play, the lyrics, "When this old world starts getting me down," blending with the sound of the pigeon’s soft coos. Kaos King steps closer to the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawling out before him. The sun is almost below the horizon now, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange, pink, and purple.]
“Ya better bring everything ya got Tolly cuz I plan on turning yer big comeback into a permanent going away party, ya dig?”
[He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the pigeon in his hands and the cool breeze against his skin. The moment is serene, almost timeless. With a gentle motion, he lifts his hands and releases the pigeon into the air.]
‘One more week brah, enjoy your 15 minutes of fame while ya can cuz I'ma ‘bout ta remind everyone that dis is my game and I'm not comin' ta play, I'm here ta do what I do best, just win baby.’
[The pigeon flaps its wings, quickly gaining altitude. It soars upward, silhouetted against the colorful sky. Kaos King watches as the bird ascends, feeling a sense of liberation and peace. The pigeon circles the rooftop once before flying off into the distance, disappearing into the twilight.]
“Tick-Tock time's runnin’bout and once I punch in on that work clock, yer gonna learn and realize why I'm not the one ta f#ck wit’ playa.”
[The camera lingers on Kaos King as he stands at the edge, the city lights beginning to twinkle below. The music from his iPhone continues to play, the lyrics, "Right smack dab in the middle of town, I've found a paradise that's trouble-proof," capturing the essence of the moment. He smiles slightly, feeling a connection to the city and a sense of renewal.]
[The camera pulls back, showing Kaos King as a small figure against the vast expanse of the city and sky. The music, the sunset, and the act of releasing the pigeon combine to create a scene of profound tranquility and reflection. As the scene fades out, the viewers are left with a sense of Kaos King’s inner peace and strength, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. He looks out over the edge one last time before turning away, ready to descend back into the heart of the city, back to the grind that defines him.]
[The scene fades out with Kaos King walking across the rooftop, his figure gradually blending into the twilight, returning to his kingdom, ready to conquer whatever comes next.]
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Post by Kaos King on Jun 14, 2024 1:11:13 GMT
#LowriderCarShow
[The camera opens with a wide shot of a local lowrider car show taking place in a spacious open lot. The sun is shining brightly in the clear blue sky, casting a warm glow over the event. Rows of meticulously customized lowrider cars with gleaming and glittered paint jobs, intricate murals and polished chrome are lined up, each a tribute to the artistry and passion of their owners. The air is filled with the sounds of music, laughter, and the occasional hydraulic lift of a lowrider demonstrating its bounce.]
[The camera swivels around to the entrance of the car show, where a clean, candy apple red lowrider with gold accents, shiny chrome bumpers and intricate graffiti-style murals pulls up. The car’s hydraulics lift it up and down, left to right in a smooth, rhythmic motion, drawing the attention of the crowd. The door opens, and out steps Kaos King, looking effortlessly stylish with a swagger we've come to expect.]
[Kaos King is dressed in a black and gold bomber jacket with "Kaos King" embroidered on the back, a plain white T-shirt, and knee-length black denim shorts. He wears dark shades, a white front-knotted bandana, white tube socks, and fresh new black on gold Nike Air Jordan kicks. He quickly sheds the jacket due to the heat and tosses it into the backseat before taking a casual stroll around to check out the scene. His confident stride and charismatic presence immediately draw the attention of the attendees.]
|\/\/| Kaos King |\/\/| “What's good Queens bridge?!
[The car show attendees cheer in response which brings a sly smile across the face of Kaos King.]
|\/\/| Kaos King |\/\/| “Thaz wazzup. These are my kinda people right here.”
[The camera captures the excited reactions of the crowd as they recognize Kaos King from IIW’s flagship show, Monday Night Mayhem. Fans approach him for autographs and selfies, which he obliges with a friendly smile and a few words of thanks. His laid back, easy going demeanor and genuine engagement with his fans further endear him to the attendees.]
“Alright cha’ll. I'ma take a walk and see what kinda rides that I need ta worry ‘bout as competition. Get at me after the car show aight? I'll be that young OG in the winner's circle.”
[Kaos King begins to walk through the car show, stopping to admire the various lowriders on display. The camera follows him, capturing close-ups of the detailed artwork and craftsmanship on the cars. He exchanges nods and handshakes with the car owners, showing his appreciation for their hard work and creativity.]
[The camera pans to a row of food trucks, cookout tents and refreshment stands, offering a variety of delicious options. The smell of fried up chicken, grilled meats, fresh tortillas, and spices fills the air, mingling with the scent of sweet treats like churros and funnel cakes. The stands are jam packed with hungry patrons, enjoying the old school music and the mouthwatering food.]
[Kaos King approaches a popular food Truck serving tacos, burritos and other Mexican street food. The vendor, a middle aged, tatted up latino man with a thin mustache and goatee greets him with a big smile 😁.]
Vendor: "Kaos King! It’s an honor to have you here, holmes.. What can I get for you?”
(Smiling) |\/\/| Kaos King |\/\/| "I’ll take a couple of carne asada tacos and a cold horchata, dawg."
[The camera captures the vendor quickly preparing the food, expertly grilling the meat and assembling the tacos with fresh ingredients and generous portions. Kaos King watches with appreciation, his mouth watering at the sight and smell of the food.]
|\/\/| Kaos King |\/\/| How much do I owe ya brah..”
Vendor: “Don't even trip, ese. This one's on the house, holmes!”
|\/\/| Kaos King |\/\/| My man! Appreciate it, G. Here at least lemme autograph that apron playa.”
[Kaos King pulls out a black sharpie and signs his John Hancock signature on the chest of the vendor's red apron.]
Vendor: “Simone! Odale, vato!”
|\/\/| Kaos King |\/\/| “Good lookin’ out brotha. Much respect.”
[Kaos King gives the homie handshake followed by a fist pound before taking the tacos and horchata to a nearby picnic table under a shaded canopy. He sits down, takes a bite of the taco, and closes his eyes momentarily in enjoyment.]
[As he eats, fans approach him for autographs and photos. Kaos King is happy to oblige, putting down his taco to sign autographs and take selfies, always with a smile and a friendly word. The camera captures the genuine interactions, showing Kaos King’s appreciation for his supporters.]
[Highlights begin to play of the car show on an overhead big screen flat Television anchored to the exterior of a nearby food truck with lowriders bouncing on their hydraulics, the bright colors of the cars reflecting in the sunlight and the enthusiastic reactions of the massive crowd on hand. Music pumps through the speakers, adding to the experience.]
[Kaos King returns to his own lowrider, now parked in a prime spot for display. He pops the hood, revealing a meticulously detailed engine bay with chrome accents and custom paint. The camera captures close-ups of the engine, the intricate designs, and the admiring looks from the crowd.]
Random Guy: “Sick ass ride, K Double. That shytz dope A-F!”
Kaos King “Word. Much luv, yo. Thaz how I roll bay-bey! Haha!! Gotta profile wit’ style, ya feel meh?”
[Kaos King engages in conversations with fellow lowrider enthusiasts, discussing the details of their cars, sharing tips and stories. The camaraderie and mutual respect are evident as they bond over their shared passion.]
[As the sun begins to set in the west, the camera captures the warm, golden light casting long shadows across the parking lot. Kaos King stands by his lowrider, taking in the scene with a satisfied smirk.]
"Today’s been a good day.. Shout out ta everyone who came out to tha car show. This is what community is all about, right? celebrating our passions together of what we luv together as a people, No Cap, thaz real talk. Oh and if ya in the area come out and watch me whoop that trick John Tolly Monday Night on Mayhem. Until next time, stay fly and keep riding low."
[The camera fades out, leaving viewers with a sense of the vibrant, welcoming atmosphere of the lowrider car show and Kaos King’s genuine connection with the community.]
[Rows of meticulously customized lowriders gleam in the fading light. The atmosphere is filled with excitement and anticipation as the crowd gathers around a makeshift stage decorated with banners and trophies. Music plays softly in the background, creating a celebratory ambiance.]
(Over the PA system) "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming to the annual Lowrider Car Show! It’s time to announce the winners of today’s competition.”
The camera pans to Kaos King, standing near his candy apple red lowrider, surrounded by fans and fellow car enthusiasts. He’s back in his signature black and gold bomber jacket, dark shades, and a white front-knotted bandana. The crowd buzzes with anticipation, chattering excitedly about the potential winners.]
Announcer: "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. The first place winner, who will receive a giant trophy and an oversized check for Ten Big G’s from Low Rider Magazine, is... Kaos King!”
[The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as Kaos King's name is announced. The camera captures his genuine surprise and shock as he makes his way through the crowd to the stage. Fans slap him on the back and offer congratulations as he passes, their excitement palpable.]
(Handing over the microphone) "Congratulations, Kaos King! You just won brother, How do does it feel my man?”
(Taking the microphone, grinning broadly) "Yo man, it feels good ta be a winner. ! I’m just blown away brah. First off, I want to thank all y’all our here who came out today. You all make this community what it is. Big shoutout to Low Rider Magazine for putting this on and recognizing the hard work we put into these rides.”
[clapping and cheering for Kaos King. His supporters wave banners and signs, clearly thrilled by his victory.]
“This win isn’t just about me. It’s about all of us who pour our hearts into these cars, who keep this culture alive. This trophy and this check mean a lot, but it’s the love and support from you all that really drives me. Thank you!”
[The announcer steps forward again, shaking Kaos King's hand and posing for a photo. The camera captures the moment as Kaos King holds the oversized check in one hand and the trophy in the other, a triumphant smile on his face. The crowd cheers louder, capturing the essence of the celebration.]
The camera pans to a group of photographers snapping pictures, capturing the victorious moment. Kaos King raises the trophy high, the crowd’s cheers growing even louder. His friends and fellow car enthusiasts gather around the stage, celebrating with him.]
[The scene fades out with a final shot of Kaos King stand on the stage, surrounded by cheering fans, the trophy held high, and the oversized check proudly displayed. The camera captures the joy and sense of community, leaving viewers with a feeling of triumph and camaraderie.]
(Voiceover as the screen fades to black) "This win is for all of us. Stay fly, keep riding low, and always chase your dreams."
[Kaos King stands proudly on the stage, holding his large, shiny trophy and the oversized check. He continues to bask in the admiration of his fans, his smile wide and genuine. The crowd around him cheers and takes photos, capturing the moment of triumph when without warning, the crowd parts as John Tolly leaps onto the stage and grabs the heavy trophy from Kaos King's hands. The camera zooms in on Tolly's furious expression as he raises the trophy high above his head.]
Unleashing a savage roar, the primal instincts of Tolly kick in as he brings the trophy crashing down onto Kaos King's back over and over and over again. The camera captures the moment in slow motion: the trophy shattering on impact, pieces of gold and metal flying everywhere. Kaos King crumples to the stage, his face contorted in pan.]
[The crowd gasps in horror, some screaming while others scramble to get away from the sudden violence. The festive atmosphere is shattered, replaced by chaos and fear. Security personnel rush towards the stage as Tolly continues his assault.]
[Tolly yanks Kaos King to his feet and drags him off the stage towards the prize winning 1964 candy apple red Chevy Impala lowrider. The camera follows closely, capturing every brutal moment. Tolly slams Kaos King's face against the side mirror, leaving a blood prin. John Tolly climbs up the hood of the 64' Impala.]
Tolly: *Consider yourself lucky that I didn't hijack Gravedigger and make speed bumps out of you and all your lowrider lowlife losers but I always prefer a hands on experience."
[With a display of raw power, John Tolly lifts Kaos King into the air, setting him up for a devastating powerbomb. The camera captures the struggle and desperation on Kaos King's face as Tolly holds him aloft.]
[John Tolly powerbombs Kaos King directly onto the windshield of the lowrider. The whiplash effect of Kaos head snapping back shatters the glass under the impact, spider-webbing out from the point of collision. The camera captures the horrifying scene in vivid detail: the crunch of breaking glass, the twisted metal, the red crimson stains.]
[Tolly then powerbombs Kaos King directly onto the windshield of the lowrider. The glass shatters under the impact, spider-webbing out from the point of collision. The camera captures the horrifying scene in vivid detail: the crunch of breaking glass, the twisted metal and Kaos King's body crumpling against the wreckage as EMT'S finally arrive on the scene.]
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