It is not a forest. It is the opposite; a desolate desert, an emptiness, a void of all things but dust. The Australian Outback, where beneath the blazing sun a figure crawls, the figure of Kaiju, wearing naught but tights and the mask, his body covered in the orange dust. A voice speaks over the top of the video, almost like a narration, but the voice is familiar – it is the voice of Kaiju himself, speaking as a narrator.
NARRATOR
After suffering a defeat on Carnage and losing the WWG Absolute Championship, the man known as Kaiju lost himself to his own insanity. He began to question his place in the company after losing gold so shortly after winning it. Abandoning all sense and reason, he chose to exile himself from civilisation in the wake of his own defeat, living off the land much in the same way as the Aboriginal people of Australia. Kaiju brought a blight across the land, where Australia’s fauna, animals great and small, were slaughtered to nurture the beast. Here, the beast approaches, still scavenging, and raving madness, haunted by his own shortcomings. Listen closely and you may hear his words.
The voice of Kaiju fades, as another voice rises – much more akin to the original, to the beast like spitting of Kaiju during his first appearances. In his early days, he was a monster – and now seems to have returned, but the contrast of his own voice narrating just seems unsettling. Like two personalities in the one body, each struggling to overcome the other. In the video, it seems the beast has won; but after, the narrator’s edits, point towards a resolution of mind and spirit, a calming to eventually fall. But there is no calm in the beast on screen, a wild animal with blood dripping from his lips.
KAIJU
He lost. He lost. He lost again. He lost the precious gold. He lost the respect. He lost the fear. He lost everything, everything he had worked so hard for. He lost it, and he’s not getting it back, they say, they say he doesn’t deserve it, he didn’t have it long enough, he gets nothing, no rematch, no anything. He lost it, it’s gone, it’s not his, not anymore, and HE SCREAMS! HE SCREAMS IN THEIR FACES! HE WANTS IT BACK! IT IS HIS! IT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU, IT NEVER BELONGED TO YOU! He slipped, and you stole it, you stole it away, and he wants it back, he’ll get it back, he’ll be whatever he has to be, he’ll get it, he’ll take it, IT WILL BE HIS AGAIN!
The narrator continues as the beast begins to stalk a small animal, perhaps a bandicoot or small wallaby.
NARRATOR
As you can see, whatever semblance of humanity the beast once had is now only visible in its words. It still speaks in a human tongue, but beyond that, it has returned to its animalistic nature. The Kaiju stalks its prey quietly. Here, an adult bandicoot, small and fast, should be able to avoid the predator, but the beast that stalks is unlike any it has seen before. Watch as the beast now lies in wait, allowing the bandicoot to come closer. And finally he strikes.
Kaiju lashes out roughly with his right hand, smashing the bandicoot across its head. The marsupial goes limp, and turning from the camera, Kaiju picks it up, and raises it to his mouth. A sickening crunch follows.
NARRATOR
There are many mysteries surrounding this strange creature, above all being how can one so fundamentally damaged by allowed to live in or away from society and not locked up. Clearly, Kaiju is mentally ill, and all evidence suggests he should be incarcerated for the protection of himself and others. Yet the beast remains free to roam, perhaps because the fear that he insights in others has become a form of self-ostracism, with none willing to approach and put him away. As the beast now finishes his snack, he returns to his ramblings.
KAIJU
HE is not please, he feels nothing but anger, he will rage, rage against the cogs in your machine, he will find his way back to the top, back to the place where he is not laughed at, not a mockery, not insane but the SANE, he true spirit of humanity, glinting, glimmering like blood of his teeth. He’ll come back harder, faster, stronger, a new monster, a monster that knows what it takes to break men, and break them he will. The false monster, the Abram, Adams, whatever he calls himself, the no-beast, the half-man, the weak and disgusting and envious, we care not about. We care not about the little Lord, the one who has stolen from us. He cares not about his brokens bones, their broken bones, their crushed arteries, they’re flayed flesh – all he cares about is the victory, the return of the darkness, the return of the beast, the rise, rising again after a not-fall, a trip, a strumble – but the beast remains upright! And the beast comes, he knocks, KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK, but not with rasps on the door, but with fists in faces, boots in stomachs, claws in skin.
NARRATOR
Mentally ill and perhaps more fragile than he appears, Kaiju still remains a force not to be messed with. Losing something valuable to him has appeared to only enrage the beast. If I were Maxwell Lord or Abram Adams, I would be nervous about setting foot in the ring with a man so desperately beyond control. One would think that, at the end of civilisation, it will be the beasts like Kaiju that remain standing – not the strongest or the fastest, but the most brutal of all creatures who feed on violence and anger.
KAIJU
The darkness, he brought it, he brought it to the WWG, and it came, it followed, and it left, but it didn’t go far. This place, Australia, it is sunshine, beaches, happy friendly people… but surrounded, on all sides by monsters. In the seas, in the forests, in the deserts, we dark creatures stand between humanity and the abyss, delivering them, bringing them to it. He knows the demons, all of them, by name, and they know him, they smile for him, at him, and ask him for their favours, ask him to bring them the souls they want. This week they ask for souls, but for once, he does not listen. He does not care what the others want, he does not care about them, he cares about only his revenge, his return to power, his gold, his everything. And he returns, he rises again, to make the world his own. This country, the country of horrors, where everything will kill you… has now met itss most powerful and devastating beast. The apex predator. The king of the food chain. The beast. The Kaiju.
