There was a time when children weren't allowed to roam the streets of New York at night. Wives constantly worried about their late working husbands and if they would come home as they saw each other in the morning. When Newsies traveled in groups and rarely traveled down alleys in the middle of the night without deep fear for their life.
If one went missing, there was panic, but silence followed. No one dared to speak out. Even the bravest of men, cowered at the thought of this monster who created such fear.
When a person did decide to try and "tame the beast", they were found dead with a 'K' carved in his chest the very next day.
No one even knew what the deadly being looked like; if one did, he was already dead.
Anyone who saw this uncaring machine fight got chills. The precision, the unemotional face, the heartless actions were qualities that the stupid opponent faced before their demise.
Never had this thing lost a fight and never was it's opponent seen a live again. He would be one of the few to experience the pain a powerful kick can inflict, that's how this unfeeling creature earned its name. Sending shudders down the brave's neck, earning squeaks from the quietest of girls, and causing the tomorrow's dead to scream out in the middle of the night. So you want to know this horrifying name that so many flinch at and others have died to? Are you sure?
Kicks.