The Kings of Kompromize

 They were known as The Kings of Kompromize. They didn't compromise themselves. They compromised you. You absolutely did not want to encounter the K-OH-K in their working capacity. The best way - the only way - to avoid them was to pay your Account with their Employers at The Firm. Some people complain about passing a kidney stone. You could foreseeably pass an entire kidney in liquid form after a visit from the K-OH-K. 

They left your face fairly intact. Recognizable. For the most part. It was your body they really concentrated on. The Kings were Professionals. They weren't hitmen; they just hit men. Hard. And a lot. Their Clientele don't succumb to their injuries; they only wish they had. 

When a Client that had been passed to the Kings was first seen by their parents, it was their Daddy that cried, because their Momma just fainted dead away.

If there was any bright side or silver lining to be found it was your Account was considered Paid In Full after the Kings came calling. The thing was, your recuperation period was so long - if it ever did end - their Employers and your former debtors knew there was no possible way you could now ever traverse the debt mountain the interest on your Loan incurred. Your Account was Clear and you had nothing more to fear, but you were one very, very long piece from happy. Or even relieved. Not many things are worse than death, but that was. Other Clients coming into Serious Arrears were told in a sober way to visit you by their Reminders. The Reminders weren't hands on. They were just an Official Branch. Not a thread out of place. You could never see their eyes, though, because their sunglasses were as dark as their suits. The message they smoothly and ever so genteelly delivered came into exceptionally clear focus when the Client laid eyes on you. You could always tell a Client from the merely morbidly curious by their eyes. Everyone's eyes got wide when they saw you. A Client's eyes stayed that way until they left. 

If you borrowed from their Employers, you were either very dumb or very desperate. Or, most likely, very, very confident you had a Sure Fire Thing that would pay off BIG so you could pay your Account in full and on time. Everyone that engaged the Employers at The Firm in their craft knew beforehand about the Kings. In certain circles or vocations the reputations of derivative offices precede even the one that spawned it. 

Guys like Rocky Balboa are just lowly debt collectors. The Kings didn't come to you to have you pay your Account. Their attendance was a crystal clear sign it was Beyond That. No, they came to Settle your Account. 

Their tight fitting black leather gloves protected their knuckles, but absolutely no part of you. 

The Kings were large, powerful, and devastatingly effective. Each blow was calculated, precise, and extracted a lasting, expected toll. Those silent, hulking men brought a new meaning to cold and efficient. No emotion. Just business.

The Firm was a Gentleman's organization with a Gentleman's Agreement. Even when the Kings arrived, not a single harsh word was spoken. Actions do speak louder than words, and nobody bore that out more than them. 

When the K-OH-K finally left, your Account was thereby indeed considered Settled by all. You now just wished they had stayed to finish the job. There was nothing more to fear other than your next ragged breath. You wouldn't catch a glimpse of even a Reminder from then on, as quiet and refined as their presence was. The only thing you had left ahead of you was your extremely extended recuperation. And possibly humiliating visits from other Clients. That was considered a Courtesy on your part. You didn't have a choice in that and neither did they. You knew all too well and they certainly soon would. 

And on the infamy of your wretched example, the renown of the Kings of Kompromize spread even further.