I’ll Kill Him
Characters: Ken Kaze, Polar
As the RaveTron came to life, the 6,000 faithful in attendance to Tuesday Night Intense came to life with vigorous cheers. Jolt’s Resident Moron, Ken Kaze, was stalking the backstage corridors, dragging his omnipresent companion George the Trashcan alongside him. Only, George didn’t look to be in the best of shape with a rather crunched up appearance, dents and cracks abundant around his circumference.
“Wait ‘til I find that f[BEEP!]er, I’ll kill him, George. I swear I will.”
Thanks to the prior obscene statement, it was obvious the Hero of Hardcore was in search of somebody. But who? He rounded corner after corner, passing by backstage staff members, as well as obese scantly clad women, possibly a part of Mittens T. Cat’s Ho Train. Until at last . . .
“I told you, George. I found that c[BEEP!]khat!” he yelled as he pointed down a winding corridor.
He approached whoever it was he had found immediately. Whoever this person was towered over Ken Kaze and surely must have outweighed him. Only physical aspects that could be described from behind was blond hair. A tap on the shoulder caused the behemoth to turn around, only to reveal himself as . . .
Polar.
“What the hell do you want, peon?” he queried, obviously annoyed by the disturbance. “Didn’t like that ass kickin’ I gave ya last week on Intense?”
“Actually, just so you know, I kicked your ass because, as I recall it . . . my team came out victorious.”
Obviously not pleased with the Moron’s retort, Polar stepped in closer to Ken, chest to . . . well, face.
“So, Mr. Retard likes to be a smart ass, huh? I think I can fix that . . .”
“You know what, I’m ten seconds away from fixing you.” Kaze grinned mischievously.
Perplexed by the comment, Polar decided to placed a “space cushion” between himself and this idiot trying to pick a fight with a man two times bigger than he is. However, he didn’t step back, a simple shove to Kaze’s chest allowed Ken to take two steps back. He laughed in return.
“You see, maybe you don’t recall, but I do – very well. You kicked my good pal, George here, around backstage. That’s not cool, homeostasis. You’re just tryna get your ass handed to ya, ain’t ya pal?”
How stupid could Ken be? Polar could easily dismantle him any second, yet the Iceman retained his cool.
“Oh, really? Well, Kaze, I must say: I’m sorry. No, seriously. I’m sorry I kicked your silly little trashcan.” A smirked became apparent on his face. “I wish I had shredded it into pieces instead!”
WHACK!
Polar fell to the cold, concrete floor in a heap like a sack of potatoes. He had met George up close and personal. Ken continued this beating with a couple of follow-ups to make sure he was out cold. Blood streaming across the floor, Ken looked satisfied with the amount of damage he had caused.
