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Finn Kühn · (01-03-2018)

"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake."

~ Napoleon Bonaparte

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"A... a Kaiser?!"

"A̙̎m̤̎ ̠͑Ì̗ ͔̍s͈͗p̬̾e̬͝a͔̔k̡͒i̮͋n̜̚ĝ͔ ̰͐á͈ ̮͝f̟̿óͅȑ͖e̘̔í͈g͙̉n̺̄ ̝̔l̙͛ạ͝n̦̈g̮̐ū̻a̼͂g͖͑e͕̊ ̻͆t̢͒ọ͝ ̫̓y̻͒o̰̒ú̲?̼͊ ͎̌Y̘͋e̖͝s͕͂,̦͘ ̨̈a̹͆ ͕̒K͎̏Â̝I͉͠Ṣ̀É͎R̼̍.̠̝͂̄"

"B-but... I don't understand..."

"Y̼̍ó̡u̲̕ ̤̿r̯̋ë͇́m͎͗ė͓m̮̉b̯̈́é̼r̘̿ ͎̚ŷ̼o̧̔u̮͂r̮̐ ̤̊h̏ͅị́s̭͑t͎̚ȍ̝r̼̐y̬͛ ̺̒b̬͝o̟͛ó̗k̹̋,̹̏ ͔̄y͇̔e̜̎s̠̅?̯̚ ͓͝H̠̕ó̞w̝̌ ͙͝a̧̅f͎͐t̡͗e̳̔r̫̈́ ̳͆l̲̽ọ̽s̪̾i̎͜n̼̊g͔̎ ͚̆t̙͝h̛̰ä̠t͓̂ ̝͆w̞̚a͎̎ṛ̇ ̳̿i̲͐n͚̕ ̖͌å̩ ̢̔s̻͑h̤̕ă̪m͇̀e͔͗f̛̗ű̝l̖͘ ̠́m͉̀ạ̕n̲̂n̝̈ė͇ř͈,̀͜ ͕͗m̪͊y̧̌ ͔̓g̨͘r̰͝a̰͌n̲̐d̖͂s͉̍ơ̧n̛̪ ̡̑w͇̕ǎ̭s̬̊ ̛̳ẻ̱x͈̋ḭ͌l͙͋ě̺d̦͆ ̯̽f͖̅r̨̈́ọ̇m͉̚ ̹̓G̰͝ẻ̝ř͓m͈̏a̝͠n͖̒y̛͎?͕͊"

"Wh- what about it?"

"H̻̎ě̩ ̢́ȟ͔à͙d̡̀ ̪͑a̘͝ ̧́b̩͗á̭s̪̓t̞̅a̲̾r̦͐ḍ̕ ̄͜ŝ͚o͕̿n̩̏ ̲̋w̜̅h̩͊i̹͗l̯͒e̩͊ ̉͜ĭ̜n͎͋ ̩̈́e̛̘x̲͗i̗͋ĺ̠ě͔ ͚͘i̹͑n̗͛ ̥̔ẗ͉́h̺͗e̓͜ ̘̐N̪̅e̠̾t̰͐h̗̀e͚͐r̼̍l̢̈́a̠̚n̞͂d̨̊ṣ͑,̬̈ ̜̈́c̘̀a̳̍s̭͐t͈̽ ̡͋ǒ̖f̥͠f̨̏ ̹̒a̲̾s̖̅ ̘͑s̼͆o̩̕ò̮ǹ̰ ̬̃a̦̒s̜͛ ̺̽h̡͝e̻͐ ̗̎ḇ̈́e̕͜c̝͛a̧̍ḿ͉e͎͘ ̝̀o̧͑f̲̏ ̻̾a̮̅g̬̅e͉̅.̣̀ ̹̀Ẃ͍i͖̽t̰͠h͇̚ ̡̉m̬̑y͍͝ ͎͌g̬͘r̘̀ȁ̠n͙̒d͚̕s̬̀ȏ̩n̫̈ ͓̀ķ̌e̹͝e̛̖p̀͜ì̩n͈̈́g̺̾ ̙̃h̞͆i̛͓m̟̉ ̫̈́o̙͊u̜͠ţ̋ ̼̒ò̺f̠̉ ̰́t̤̄h̼͒ę̊ ̡̏p̙̒u̡͑ḃ̳l̨̑i͉͝c̠̅ ̟͆e͓̊y̕͜e̩̎,͙͒ ̼̀ǹ̤ö́͜ ̬́o̧̒n̬̋e̢͋ ̈́͜k͙̀n̯̎ẻ̳w͚͋ ̗̏ḧ̺́i͈̾s͈̿ ̗͐l͕̐ĭ̡n͍͂e͚͋a͍̔g͖̓è͚.̣̀"

"A̪͂ṙ̲ö̻́ǘ̥n͍̓d̰͠ ̩͝t̮͝h̭͌i͈̐s̩̅ ͖̑t̼̚i̜̋m̻̓ȩ̑,̠̍ ̧̑t̛̹h̦͝e͖͐ ̜͌N͇̍a̧̓ẑ̦ȋ̬s͔͘ ̲̿w͇̏ḛ͘r̬̕e͚̚ ̮̋t͍́a͙̿k̡͛ì̳n͚̎ġ͇ ̺̀ơ̰v̠͝e̓ͅr̰̀ ̬̊Ġ̦ẹ̽ŕ̡m̘̂a̹͠n͆͜ỹ͔,̡͗ ̠̉ḁ̓ṋ̾d̪̏ ̧̉t͓̄h͓̿e̳͝ ̤͛š̱ȇ͉ç̏o̼͛n̤̔ḏ͝ ̧̎W̲͛õ̜r̻̀l̡̔d͇̈́ ̦̚W̰̅a̭͊r̹͝ ̣̀w͓̓ả͍s͈̽ ̼͆à̢b̫̾o̦̕ŭ͉t̛̠ ͖̋t̲̄ō̝ ̧̓b͙̍e̻̾g̡͠i͔͐n͚̅.͚͛"

"T̥̈ḧ̝́ị̈́s̡̋ ̬̉b̢̀ã͔s̗͝t̃͜a̧̋r̪͑d͔̄ ̟̈́s̞̃o͈͌ṉ̂ ̭̎w̜͐a͚͊s̺̔ ̩͋a̝̿ ̱̽s̙͠o̖͠l̤͝d̝̈́i͎̇ȩ͘r͇͘ ͇̈t̢̓h́͜e̛̺r̦̈e͔͆,̬̈ ̰̎f̼͠i̡̊ǵ̡h̛̫t̥̑ȉ̜n̝͝g̞̓ ̩͌f͍̒ơ̪r͎͊ ̯̀w̧̆h̠͆à͙t͓͒ ͉̀h̹͂ę̀ ̻͠b͉̐ę̈́l̮̏i̪͋é͔v̯͛ė̢d̪͝ ̮̎i̪͑n̞̐.̧̃ ͕̊Ạ͊f̯̆t͓̅ȅ͍ṙ̟ ͓̆ṱ̋h̩̑e͉̋ ̹͊w̗̔a̘̚r̭͝ ̲̔a͙͝n͚͛d̗͛ ̫͑t̙̀h͍͊e̞͆ ̯̌a͓̓ř̘m̬̿i̙̿s͓̚t̡̊ỉ̠č̳e͘͜ ͍͌ś͓i͉͒g̫̔n̟͒ë̼́ḏ͂,̪̌ ̨͗h̲̎ë̞́ ͉̚s͉͐ę̊t̫͐ṯ̀l̟͆e͌ͅd̦̏ ͕̎d͍̏ó̖ŵ̧n͓͛ ͍̀i͚̓n͖̓ ̲̂F̰̀r̖̀a̳̍n̮̑k̺͊f̬̀u͍͐r̘̆ẗ̰́.̤͒ ̫̚D̺̐ö̤ ̠͐y͚̕o̢̅u̦͂ ̥͘k͇̐n͓̒o̐͜ẁ̥ ̜̿w̱̋h̗̓à̲ṱ͗ ̞̓h̨̽e̛̝ ̜́c̱̐h̡͝å̦n͇̐g͈̋e̫̐d͔̚ ̣̈́h̠͒i̭͐ś̙ ̼̽ņ͠ã̟m̼̏e̻͋ ̜͋t̙͝ò̲ ̯͝b̜̀e͖̋f͜͝o̥͝r͉͗ë͕ ̤́e̫͊n̺͛l̤̐ǐ̗s̖̾t̙͝i͎̒n̜͂g͚̾,̡͋ ̧̚b̳̓ö̬y̗̔?̩̎"

Finn was silent as a lump in his throat was forming. Part of him knew what was about to come.

"J̢̓ü͎̐r̝̀g̰͆e̬̋n̩͆ ̥͒K̰̆ü̗̽h̛̯n̘̕.͉̈ ̘̋Y̧̅ö͙́ū̳r̚͜ ͇̿ğ͙ŕ̙ȃ͔n̲̂d̞͂f͍̾a̝̎t͖̓h̢̅e̛̙r͈̒.̼͝"

Finn felt chills creeping up his spine as Wilhelm said his name. Jürgen Kühn was in fact, Finn's grandfather. Finn had never knew much about him though outside of his name, as his father, Dirk Kühn had been reluctant to talk about him. Was the fact that Jürgen was a Nazi the reason? It almost seemed certain.

"Ḓ͌o̬͋ ͜͠y̼͌o̮̕ư̢ ̡̈́s̢̀ë̖́e̥͒ ̖͒w̼̔ḧ̢ą͑ť̬ ̞̈́I̡̍ ̭̑a̗͆m̞͊ ̠͋ǵ͇e̤̓t̥̔t̤͝ị̍ǹ̢ǵͅ ̧͗à̗ṫ̹,̰́ ̤̅b̳͗o͍͝y̭͒?̦̇ ̬̚Y̢̋o̠͒ú̠ ̱̒ẖ͘á̼v̬͑e͔̕ ̯̈́t̞͂ẖ̈́e̡̽ ̻̉ḅ̊l͖͘o̦̓ò̬d͕̓ ͎̈o̰͑f͓̃ ̮͌o͉͆n͕̈ȇ̞ ̮́o̤͌f̼͑ ̛̰t̻̿h͠ͅe̞̋ ̦͑m͈̎ö̧ṡ̢t͙̂ ̗̾p̦̚ỏ͓w̧̚e̫̓r̝̕f̜͝u̞͂l͚̂ ̪͝g̠̈ṛ̈́ọ̾ù͈p̖̊ș͒ ͔͑o̘͝f̳̾ ͍͝p̥̉ě̠o̻͌p̧̈́l̲̋e̞̒ ̝͐e̱̎v̭͘e̤͑r̥̀,̘̐ ͖͂t̘̑h͎̀ë̲́ ̢̀p͕̋o̠͛t̞̉e͎͗ň͇t̼͒i̯͝ã̭l͓̈ ̠̀t̬̑o̢̽ ̠͑w̪̓r͉͑e͍͌ả̮k͍̈ ͇̆ĥ͈a̝͗v͜͝ő̦c͖̄ ͚͛ů̱p̹̈ö̝́ṇ̔ ̘̋t̰͒ḧ͍ê̟ ̯͑X̨̔W̲͑F͕́,͆ͅ ̮͆ṯ̅h͔̋ë̪ ͕͐ṣ͘k̨͌ì̥ḷ́l̰͐ ͍̈́á̦ṇ̏d̫̚ ̟̿p̟͂o̺͛w̞̃e̹͛ŕ̡ ̜̿ṫ̥o̱̽ ̙̏d̚͜o̤͑ ̲̓s̫͗o̮͊.͍̀.͍̚.̦̈́ ̟̈́â͓n̺͒d͈͊ ̨͆t̫͐ẖ͂ẹ̀ ͍̍o͙͆p͇̌p̹̍o̩͌r͒ͅt̳̅ù̧ņ̉í͕t̹͠ỉ͍ë͉́s̱͠ ̼̉t̜̄ọ̚ ̨̅m̖̑ä̩́k̳̊ẽ̤ ̘̅i̳̕t̝͘ ͓͑ḫ͝ä̧́p̥̀p̰̓e̖͘ṋ͂.̼̈́"

"A̺̓ň͎d͈̾ ͈͑w̱͊h̖̕ȏ̦ ̭̕ị̚ṣ͊ ͈̈t̘̽h̗͂e̢̒ ̺̋ơ̼n͇̈́l̼͠ẏ̙ ̺̈́m͓̓a͕͗n͇̋ ͔̓s̰̑t̨̿á̮ǹ̗d͙̑i̋ͅn̫͊ǵ͍ ̣̓i͔͛n͕̐ ̱̂y̢̐ò̭ǘ͉r̗̽ ̩͆w̠̽a͇̓y̱̋ ͚̏r̜̽i͈͐ḡ̙h̼̎t̫̓ ̗͋n͕͝õ̯w̻̕?̧̆ ̬̊R͕͛o̝͒b̬̈́e͖̚r͙̃t͚͛ ̞̃Ḃ̩ó̤û̲r̹̚b̹͗ȯ͕n̩̈́,̗̕ ̱̾ã̜ ̱̀t͓͠r̦̾u̲̒ë̲ ̼̓b̳͌o̫̚t̺̾ẗ̮́o̠̾m̌͜ ̫̈f̙̀èͅe͍̍d̘̑ę̆ṙ̮ ͈̉a̰̒ṇ͛d͓̿ ̠͐r̙̔e̠͒p̖̀r̬͛e̥͋s̯̎ě̦ṋ̾t̮̄a̤̽t̤̃i̟͝v̫͛e͍̚ ̯̽o̮̊f̨́ ̢̊ẗ̢́h̟̓e̳͛ ͚́ș͐c̥͑u̙̇m͓͋ ̢̃À̟m͍͌ẻ̮r̰̃i̲͝c̖̄a͓̐n̯̄ ̬̋p͓͛ȇ̜o͕̽p͈͂l̮̀ĕ̤ ͙̏a̗̍t̖̎ ̢͗ḭ̈́t͇̊'̟̔s͚̔ ̲̎f̓ͅĭ͕n͍̈ē̢s̜̕t̡̕.͕͗"

"You..." Finn said as his trademark cocky smile began to grow on his face.

"You're right."

"How will that piece of shit, fat ass lard boy stop me? He's complacent. Instead of trying to prove his worth, raise the prestige of the Universal Championship and proving that he isn't a waste of space, he's probably stuffing more food up his ass while trying to make nice between Apex and the Motherfuckers, thanks to Dexter Bright."

"Come Warfare, I will PROVE that I AM THE TRUE ACE OF THE XTREME WRESTLING FEDERATION! None will stand in my way any longer! No more holding back, no more lying down for vermin! I will eradicate that shitstain from the Earth!"

"I. Am. The Kaiser. And Bourbon will do well to remember that fact."

Wilhelm nodded curtly. "Y̥͆ỏ͈u̘̽ ̱͊w̩̒o͔͆u͙̕l̞̈ḍ̅ ̞̕d́ͅô̯ ̗͠w̦̔e̪͌l̩̐l͚̐ ̡͋t͖̀o͓̽ ͈́ȑ̲e̤͗m̒͜ę̍m̞͝b̛̭e̘̅r͇͒ ̢̀t̖̂h̩̆e͎͛ ̫̒P̙̈a̟͌t͇̉ḫ̕ ̩̐ő̼f͎̋ ̼̃t̥̃ḥ̈e͎̒ ̰̓K͉͗ą̅i̗̋s͍͂ë̞́r̠͋.̡̚ ̗̏K̡̛e̳̓i̢̓n̪̔e̻͝ ̼̃K̻̃a̮̋p̛̩ī̠t̼͒u͓̍l̲͗a̰̋t̥͘î̩o̬͋n͖͒.͐ͅ ̪̄K͎̕ȩ̀ī̜n͎͝e̼͂ ͕̓Ȃ͜ư̲s̨͗r̡̓ê̖d͓̈́ë̖n̯̈́.͎̈́ ͚̔Ṭ͛ő̖d̰̒ ̳͆u̝͑ñ͈d̡͘ ̺͛Z͎̏e̗͊ŕ̪s͍͘t̬̂ö̟̓r̨̄u̗͂n͖͝g͈͗ ̨͘f̦͘ü̟̍ŕ̰ ̡͊ȁ͎l̨͂l̹͋e͔̎.͙͛" (Ṉ̈o͚͂ ͔͆s̕ͅù̖r̖͛ř͔e͐ͅǹ͚d̤́ẻ̝r̩̍.̮̍ ̳̇N̳̈́o̻̒ ̦̀e͓͗x͉͑c̥̾ú͓s͌͜e̝͐s̻͗.̥͊ ̫̚D̰̽e̤͠a̪̽ṱ̾h̤͝ ̦̔a̬̓n̖̂d͇̈́ ̝̃d̲͝ë͍́s̠̉t̤̋r͙̆u͗ͅc͓̐ť̡i̿ͅo̡͆n͛͜ ̪̌ẗ̹o̊ͅ ̙͋a̻̍l̪̓l̢̎.͎̒)

31 December 2017
Keio Plaza Hotel
Tokyo, Japan

Finn's eyes jolted awake, the glaring sun striking through the glass pane and shining right into Finn's eyes. With a soft moan and a rub of his eyes, he pulled himself up, cracked his back, and sighed.

It was New Year's Eve in America, and Finn reminded himself that with the New Year came the new him. No more hesitation, now it was time to be exclusively focused on the one goal he set when he arrived in this hellhole of a federation:

Winning the Universal Championship.

That championship represented power. Power over the federation, knowing that YOU were the top performer, the one selling out all those seats, being a figure for people to look up to...

And of course, with power came freedom. Freedom to do whatever it is you wanted, being unable to face any repercussions for whatever actions you pull.

Finn was snapped from his thoughts with his phone vibrating. Pulling it out revealed that Robbie Bourbon had cut a promo merely a few days ago, and fan activity over it was going insane.

"Trust me, Bourbon," Finn muttered to himself, "After our match come this Warfare, you will learn that your rightful place is bowing down to the Kaiser."

A Kaiser. The Kaiser. Finn repeated it to himself in his head. The Kaiser, Finn Kühn. It most certainly had a ring to it. But why did his own subconsciousness revealed his own family lineage to him? Finn was blissfully unaware of his family, but now it seemed he had given himself a wake-up call. A new purpose. He needed to see whether or not his suspicions were correct, but first thing first, Robbie Bourbon awaited him on Warfare.

Clicking a few buttons on his phone, Finn held it up to his ear as it began to ring. After a few seconds, a voice came through.

"Hello?"

"Mav?"

"Finn! I saw the match on the card. To believe you're getting a Universal Championship shot..."

"Winning won't be any trouble. I saw what Bourbon was capable of at War Games. This will be a cakewalk."

"But Finn... you lost at War Games."

"Irrelevant. I'm going to walk into the Stade Mohammed V, and I'm going to grind Bourbon into dust. Mark my words."

"You seem... different. What's wrong? What's happening with Jon?"

Finn chuckled. "I... had an epiphany. I am going to lead this federation full of maggots to the promised land. I will construct an empire built off of broken bones, broken bodies and broken dreams. Robbie Bourbon can try playing super hero all he wants, but if he's going to be too busy disregarding me and stuffing more food in his ass, he's going to be in for a rude awakening."

"I know he's going to be watching me. I'm right here, Bourbon. I'm ready for you. You're nothing special, a talentless hack who somehow found his way to the big stage. Guess what? I'm gunning for your title. I've BEEN gunning for your title. Ever since I've joined, I've been looking forward to this day for ages. The day where I can hold MY Universal Championship in glory, the day where I cement myself at the top of the mountain."

"And guess what, Bourbon?"

"I don't see anyone who can stop me."

"Your team lost at War Games because of you. They had a weak, inept captain who can't see the ground beneath him thanks to his beer bulge, and the lack of a capable source of leadership caused the house known as the Motherfuckers to crumble. You're seen as a joke, because of you. Your inability to win on the big stage has caused this federation to be seen as a joke. You only won the damned title in the first place because James Raven couldn't give two shits."

"The fact is this: you haven't learned a thing since you stepped in between those two doors. You're the same tub of lard who can't win when it counts, the same man who says a few witty lines and tries to pass off like he wasn't a failed abortion."

"With the new year coming, comes a new shift in power. You think you can beat me in a one-on-one fight when I'm going all out? Don't make me laugh. I can beat you on my worst day. Blindfold me, tie my limbs together, throw me down a flight of stairs and I'll STILL beat you."

"Truly, does any intelligent mind believe I'm losing this match? The odds of me lying down to Bourbon is zero."

"Zip."

"Nada."

"Zilch."

"I am Robbie Bourbon's superior in every way possible. I'm more skilled. I'm more fast. I'm most CERTAINLY more intelligent then that grade schooler. When you compare us, it's clear I'm the alpha in this match. The wolf, the lion, ready to stake his kill and overthrow the gazelle."

"An Xtreme Deathmatch with an exploding ring? An apt metaphor for what will happen in this match. I'll prove to everyone, in the back, out in the stands, watching at home that your chances of winning will explode. Go up in smoke. Vanish completely. I will rise to the top, I will claim the Universal Championship, and I will bring this federation to new heights. Why?"

"I'm the Kaiser, Bourbon. And you? You're a joke."

"Damn. Uh, that was... something."

"Just a word of warning for what's coming up for him. January 3rd will mark the day of my ASCENSION. This is pure fact. No more being in second place to the likes of him."

"Well, you're definitely confident at least. Not that that's a bad thing. Now, why did you call?"

Finn chuckled again. "Be sure to be ready to throw a party after I win, yeah? This will truly be a... magical moment."

~FIN~

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