Father Like Son

The scene opens in a dimly lit locker room, the echoes of WrestleVersary still buzzing in the air. Championship gold rests on a nearby bench—two sets, gleaming. KD “Kid Kaos” Feigel paces, adrenaline still coursing, while his father, Charlie “The HardK0re Ik0n” Feigel, leans back against a locker, arms crossed, a proud but battle-hardened look in his eyes.

Charlie (The HardK0re Ik0n): grunts, nodding toward the titles
Not bad, kid… not bad at all. AWS World Duos… KØЯ∃World Tag Team gold. smirks faintly You didn’t just step up—you kicked the damn door off the hinges.

KD (Kid Kaos): runs a hand through his hair, pacing faster, hyped energy radiating
We didn’t just win, pops—we took over. Me and Vin? That ain’t just a team… that’s a damn problem nobody can solve.

Charlie: pushes off the locker, stepping closer
Vin Halsted… nods approvingly You picked the right man to stand beside. That guy? He’s not just a partner—he’s a walking encyclopedia of pain and precision. A bonafide legend. You pay attention to him, you soak that in… you’re not just good, KD. You’re dangerous.

KD: grins, tapping one of the belts
Oh, I’ve been watching, listening… learning. Every move, every little trick. Vin’s been in wars I’ve only dreamed about. And now? laughs I’m right there with him.

Charlie:
That’s how it starts. Tag gold… shared spotlight. But sooner or later— taps KD’s chest firmly —you stand alone.

KD: stops pacing, locks eyes with his father
Funny you say that… because that’s exactly where I’m headed.

KD slowly turns toward an imaginary camera, his demeanor shifting—more intense, more focused. The air feels heavier.

KD (to camera): cracks his neck, voice sharp and deliberate
KØЯ∃ Assault #11… Sammy the Creep. smirks coldly Yeah, I know you. I’ve seen your games over in ECWF.

He steps closer, as if Sammy were standing right in front of him.

You like to slither around, don’t you? Hide behind people… hide behind chaos… hide behind all that garbage that lets you steal wins you never earned.

KD shakes his head slowly.

Not here.

He taps the KØЯ∃ tag title, letting it clang lightly.

This ain’t ECWF. This is KØЯ∃. And in KØЯ∃… there’s nowhere to run.

He leans in closer, eyes narrowing.

No one at ringside. No backup. No crooked ref. No one fixing the match in your favor.

His voice drops to a dangerous whisper.

Just you… and me.

He straightens up, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

And Sammy? You’re gonna find out real quick what happens when the chaos… is controlled.

KD points directly at the camera.

I’ll see you soon, bitch.

Charlie lets out a low chuckle behind him, shaking his head with a mix of pride and anticipation.

Charlie:
Yeah… that’s my son.

The camera fades with KD staring forward, unblinking, intensity burning as bright as the gold beside him.