Shocking Aftershocks
The camera flickers on. Backstage. A low hum of energy buzzes through the air like something’s about to snap. Kid Kaos, KD Feigel, leans against a locker—taped fists, sweat still dripping, a crooked smirk carved across his face. He doesn’t look tired. He looks wired. Alive.
KD Feigel (Kid Kaos):
Heh… you hear that? tilts his head slightly, like he’s listening to something no one else can hear
That’s the sound of a storm that don’t pass. That’s the sound of chaos settling in… taps his chest twice right here.
He pushes off the locker, stepping closer to the camera, eyes sharp, intense, but controlled—like a fire that knows exactly what it’s burning.
David Stryker… chuckles under his breath
One half of The Switchblade Family. Real poetic name for a couple guys who think they cut deep.
But tonight? Nah… tonight you didn’t slice anything, Stryker. You felt it. Every hit. Every second. Every time I got back up and looked you dead in the eyes like, “Is that it?”
KD wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then grins wider, almost taunting the memory itself.
You came in with that cold, calculated vibe—like you had me figured out. Like chaos was just another problem to solve.
He leans in closer, voice dropping just enough to feel dangerous.
You don’t solve chaos.
You survive it… if you’re lucky.
He straightens up, rolling his shoulders, energy building again.
And I ain’t done, Stryker. Not with you, not with your little family, not with anyone in that locker room who thinks they can predict what I’m gonna do next.
Because the thing about Kid Kaos?
He spreads his arms slightly, pacing now, restless, alive.
I don’t follow patterns. I break ‘em. I don’t play the game. I flip the board, kick the table over, and dare you to keep up.
He stops pacing abruptly, locking eyes with the camera again.
So if The Switchblade Family wants another round…
If you wanna test how deep that blade really cuts…
He taps his jaw, inviting it.
Come find me.
Beat. A slow, confident smirk returns.
Just don’t be surprised when chaos…
is the last thing you remember.
He backs away, shaking his head with a quiet laugh as the camera fades out.