Destroy It All

[spiro]

Monday, November 19th, 2018

Philadelphia, PA

2:26 AM EST

“You really need to get your priorities together.”

The man known as Berserker, a former wrestler in the HKW development territory (RISE) and an assassin that works for Kol, paces back and forth on the roof of the building. Kol is on one knee as he watches the streets of Philly through goggles.

“Whatever do you mean?”

Berserker stops in his tracks and rolls his eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean. This might be the first night where you weren’t in some woman’s bed. You’re actually doing what you set out to do this entire time.”

“I never knew you kept track of my sex life like that, friend.”

Berserker curses at Kol in Japanese, then speaks to him in English.

“You and I are not friends.”

“What, you don’t want to be pals? Don’t want to go out to lunch on a random ass day? Don’t want to talk about our families and how fucked up they are?”

Kol’s eyes remain searching the city, looking for any signs of trouble as he keeps that smirk on his face. Meanwhile, Berserker has now folded up his arms, getting annoyed with his boss.

“My family gave me up for adoption as a baby.”

“And mine is dead. Glad we could have this talk.”

The Japanese man sighs.

“I’m just saying that this is getting kind of ridiculous. You were only supposed to fool around with two or three women so that the cops would get off of your scent. You were not supposed to just sling that damn thing between your legs around.”

“So what if I do?!”

Kol finally looks away from the city and over to Berserker, seemingly annoyed with the questions his employee was asking.

“So what if I decide to indulge myself? What if I decide that perhaps there is more of me to go around? There is no problem with what I’m doing and plenty of wrestlers have done it before. Hell, plenty of athletes have done it before. You ever heard of Wilt Chamberlain?”

“Wilt Chamberlain? Is that what your goal is?”

The FGA World championship number one contender chuckles as he goes back to looking out at the city.

“Of course not. It’s far too dangerous nowadays to be sleeping around like that. However, to have a couple of women I sleep with repeatedly? Well, that’s not so bad. At least I know what I’m getting there.”

“How many of them will actually keep what you do in there private?”

“Most of them generally keep their private lives private. They don’t like the drama that could come from one night stands or fuckbuddies. So unless provoked about an answer, it’ll likely stay quiet.”

Berserker marks his annoyance at this answer by sucking air through his teeth through pursed lips while moving his tongue. He then looks at his watch before beginning to walk away from Kol, forcing the New Yorker to take a look back.

“Where are you going? Were you that offended by what I’m doing in my personal life?”

“You can do whatever you want to do in your personal life, Kol, but do not expect me to want to talk details. And don’t expect me to give a damn about what happens to you if your dick ends up getting you in trouble.

Now, I have to go. It seems like it’s going to be a slow night tonight anyway.”

Kol chuckles.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

“I think if anyone deals with anything that bites in the near future, it’s going to be you.”

Berserker takes his leave as Kol lets out a laugh that would have likely woken anyone up had he not been on the roof. Kol raises the goggles back up to his eyes and continues searching the city before finally spotting his next target; a man breaking into a nearby home and stealing everything in sight while no one else was in the residence.

A smile appears on the number one contender’s face before he pulls out a knife.

“Perfect.”

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Monday, November 19th, 2018

Syracuse, NY

11:48 PM EST

“So, what the hell is going on with Kol?”

The man posing the question remained in the shadows as he lit up his cigarette and took a drag. Berserker, on the other hand, just leaned up against the wall, his arms folded.

“He’s acting like an idiot. I know you wanted me to continue keeping eyes on him even after that one job was done, but he’s a dead end. He won’t lead us to what you hope for.”

“What I hope for is that you can eventually get close enough to where he’s not just talking to you about whatever pussy he’s been in in the last few days. After all, Kol has connections. Connections I can use for my plan.”

“What was that plan again?”

The man steps out from the shadows and takes another drag from his cigarette, revealing himself to be Sean Sands.

“To destroy wrestling, of course.”