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Anonymous; Dear John Kaos,
Topic Started: Mar 10 2012, 11:59 PM (110 Views)
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[size0]A very dim room was filled with just the slightest hint of light which in turn provided a shadowy figure within it. An orange light emitted from what was presumably a cigarette in the region where one would assume a head might be. The light brightened intensely as the figure apparently took a puff of it. The shadow blurred and the cigarette was quickly flicked across the room. A few quiet, ominous seconds passed with no change. A loud, exaggerated sigh emitted the lips of the anonymous figure eventually. What little light there was seemed to focus on the feet of the shadowy figure, who proceeded to sit down in a chair. No additional details could be made out.

"Well, well, well.. It certainly has been.. awhile. Probably not nearly long enough.."

He took a pause for a moment; another sigh. He seemed unsure of what to say, or perhaps if he should be saying anything. It wasn't doubt in himself by any means; he was always confident. It was doubt in his desire to even peek his head down avenue once more. But, the itch had been becoming increasingly more prevalent. Old habits die hard, after all.

"I won't waste my time nor anybody else's on introductions. My name is of no concern. What is of concern, is the message I wish to deliver. This message is for none other than the legend: John Kaos. Ohhh, John. So many memories. The good, the bad. . . We've been through it all, mate. And you know what? It's been awhile, John.."

The figure paused once more and audible ruffling around could be heard. A few strikes of a lighter later, another cigarette was lit. The orange glow intensified once more as a loud puffing noise was heard. The cigarette lowered to what would be the man's waist for a moment. He blew the smoke which crossed paths with the light, and hesitated.. in thought. The man then randomly found himself chuckling a bit... just a bit, at first. The laughter grew quickly, however, until he was laughing rather intensely; almost maniacally. A few moments later, the laughter came to a complete and sudden halt.

"You know, John.. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. That may be true, you know? But, not now. No, absence has done nothing but fill my heart with rage. I look and I see in 2012, you're still here. You're here, still at the top of the card, John. Why? Why?....WHY?!"

As the man yelled the last "why", he appeared to lean back in his chair and extend his feet as if he were relaxing. He once more took a hit off the cigarette.

"In 2012, you still have the audacity to hog the limelight. You still have the gull to parade around as one of the boys. And probably still claiming to be the best, no doubt. I need not hear or see a word of it to know that as true. You know, John.. You have accomplished a lot. You are a legend, perhaps.. THE legend. This is undeniable. It's unfortunate, however, that you so choose to disgrace your legacy with the actions you take at this stage of your career. A stage where your presence should only be felt behind the scenes. I know your ego.. your ego is of galactic proportions, John. But, not only for the good of yourself, but for the good of the business as a whole.. it's time to hang them up. You've done it all, multiple times. Nothing left to prove to anybody. Nothing left to prove, except that you HAVE grown up.. that you CAN walk away, like so many greats have before you. Like I have."

Another drag of the cigarette, another sigh. The man waited a second before taking yet another drag.

"They don't tell you this, John.. not when we break into the business.. and not during it. Winning the matches, the titles, the respect.. that's all the easy part, John. Seems illogical, considering how difficult it is to 'make it', doesn't it? Well, John.. that's the truth. No, winning the world title isn't the hard part. Knowing when to walk away, that's the hard part. And even harder yet is staying gone. Obviously such, as here I am.. sitting here, in a dark room trying to explain this to you. Of course, this presents the question.. am I a hypocrite by doing this? The initial response, I suppose, would be yes. But let's take notice that I am, in fact, doing this in a dark room. I am, of course, not providing anybody with any specifics of my career nor my name. I want no spotlight. I want only to make a point, and inform you of a little something.

The man took one more hit of the cigarette before smashing the orange tip onto something unseen in the darkness. He chucked a bit once more.

I'm not even a smoker, actually. No, see, that cigarette and the first were meant as symbolism. The extinguishing of the cigarette obviously being a symbol of the end of John Kaos' career. Just as I put the flame out of that cigarette, I hope to take the flame out of a man who seems to have an eternal flame. I seek to do so with the words I speak, as I have no interest in any sort of return--neither long nor short term. However, I know as well as anybody, Kaos is a stubborn individual. He marches at the beat of his own drum. Always has, surely always will. That's why I'm here to inform you, John, that I will make my presence felt in some way, at some time. I'm not sure how; I'm not sure where. Hell, maybe just maybe I won't, really.. I guess you'll never know until it happens. But nonetheless, I want you to document my intent, John.. My intent, to end your career. If and when I reveal myself, John, it will be at a time most inconvenient to you. And, it will be in a way that will leave you physically unable to return to the ring. I want you to take this very..very seriously, John. This is no joke. This is no farce. Your time will soon come to an end. This is no threat, John.. This is a warning. Watch. Your. BACK!"









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