Zio The Abyss
September 21st, 2006, 10:07 PM
A video montage plays, starting with one scene...
After a Tiger Suplex, Virtuoso has gained control, and he stalks the rising Kenzo Katana. Virtuoso fires off his Perfectionist kick, but Katana ducks under it... Katana Klutch! Virt stumbles about, slamming back into the turnbuckle, but he can't break out, dropping to the mat. He tries to break free, but Katana won't let him. Virtuoso eventually taps, Kenzo Katana getting the win to become... uh, a champion somewhere. Cough.
"I came..."
Morelli grabs his opponent [Kenzo Katana] in a headlock, running towards the corner. He runs up the turnbuckle, but Kenzo grabs him... HUGE Saito Suplex off the top! As Morelli flops onto his stomach, Kenzo unleashes his most dangerous maneuver, the Ronin Hold. With this heavily intensified leg crab, Kenzo puts pressure on the injured knee of the Italian Stallion... and after a huge effort of getting out of the move, Roberto Morelli does what's best for his future... tapping out.
"I saw..."
Erik Nachtsturm and Roberto Morelli battle up top, but Lance Van Leer poises himself, spearing both of them at once, knocking them from the structure that hangs... some title, who knows? Kenzo Katana, hurting from the match, climbs frantically, grasping the belt and raising it up high.
"I conquered."
Suddenly, Kenzo Katana is shown sitting in a chair in a room, staring at the camera.
Kenzo Katana:
I've had the riches of success in my vastly short career. I've beaten the best legends, the best contemporaries, and even the self-proclaimed saviors of wrestling's future. I'm here because of certain transgressions elsewhere, frankly. I know it's not what anyone likes to hear, given that PWW wants to forge its own destiny, but my failures in the past to hold onto the above riches, and the changes in my homeland that have made me disgusted, make me come here, to the land of warriors, Philadelphia, to battle it out. My name is Kenzo Katana and I am a machine.
I don't say that as a punchline or a gimmick. I don't say that because I'm a good wrestler. I say that because I am wrestling. I'm thunderous kicks, brutal chokes, stiff forearms, and everything that makes me a weapon of, well, mass destruction in that ring. The list of "stars" who thought they could throw some cheap signature moves my way for some favor with the crowd, who thought they could enter an honest-to-God WRESTLING MATCH with Kenzo Katana is the same as the list of men I've wiped from the face of the earth. The Katana Klutch, the Ronin Hold, the Martial Driver, the Burning Blade... all different ways to destroy my opponents. I can either choke you, break your leg in half, knock you out, or kick your head in. I'm a machine, surely, but not in the traditional sense; no, I'm a multi-purpose war machine. You see, the world works in two ways. Guys my size usually play the underdogs... heart, determination, wiles. The role of forces of nature who rip through their competition is reserved for those over three hundred pounds. Guys who pump themselves with steroids and physically dominate their opponents with muscles. I'm a different kind of wrestler. I'm a new breed in this world, a monster in a small package. I can cripple, and I mean cripple the largest athletes in this dimension with less than two hundred pounds on me. I can do what I want, when I want, to who I want.
You see guys who talk about hating human beings. You see guys who live like rock stars. You see all these entertaining and wonderful characters who will make you laugh and swear and cry and smile. I don't bring you that legitimate slapstick entertainment, no. I bring you one thing only, and it's the only thing I can promise you, but it's something I can bring with an intensity and an efficiency that none of these other squires-on-ritalin can bring to Pro Wrestling Warriors...
... the greatest wrestling you have ever or will ever see. Anyone who thinks I'm washed up this early in my career, or that some God of Rock or Personal Jesus is going to throw some bland little theatrics my way with any result... can try me. Anyone who wants to test the Katana, go ahead, but I warn you solemnly...
... the blade cannot be parried. Prepare to bleed, PWW, as I slice and dice my way to a new-forged legacy. Kenzo Katana is a being reborn, and you haven't seen anything yet.
Yeah, whatever, seriously.
After a Tiger Suplex, Virtuoso has gained control, and he stalks the rising Kenzo Katana. Virtuoso fires off his Perfectionist kick, but Katana ducks under it... Katana Klutch! Virt stumbles about, slamming back into the turnbuckle, but he can't break out, dropping to the mat. He tries to break free, but Katana won't let him. Virtuoso eventually taps, Kenzo Katana getting the win to become... uh, a champion somewhere. Cough.
"I came..."
Morelli grabs his opponent [Kenzo Katana] in a headlock, running towards the corner. He runs up the turnbuckle, but Kenzo grabs him... HUGE Saito Suplex off the top! As Morelli flops onto his stomach, Kenzo unleashes his most dangerous maneuver, the Ronin Hold. With this heavily intensified leg crab, Kenzo puts pressure on the injured knee of the Italian Stallion... and after a huge effort of getting out of the move, Roberto Morelli does what's best for his future... tapping out.
"I saw..."
Erik Nachtsturm and Roberto Morelli battle up top, but Lance Van Leer poises himself, spearing both of them at once, knocking them from the structure that hangs... some title, who knows? Kenzo Katana, hurting from the match, climbs frantically, grasping the belt and raising it up high.
"I conquered."
Suddenly, Kenzo Katana is shown sitting in a chair in a room, staring at the camera.
Kenzo Katana:
I've had the riches of success in my vastly short career. I've beaten the best legends, the best contemporaries, and even the self-proclaimed saviors of wrestling's future. I'm here because of certain transgressions elsewhere, frankly. I know it's not what anyone likes to hear, given that PWW wants to forge its own destiny, but my failures in the past to hold onto the above riches, and the changes in my homeland that have made me disgusted, make me come here, to the land of warriors, Philadelphia, to battle it out. My name is Kenzo Katana and I am a machine.
I don't say that as a punchline or a gimmick. I don't say that because I'm a good wrestler. I say that because I am wrestling. I'm thunderous kicks, brutal chokes, stiff forearms, and everything that makes me a weapon of, well, mass destruction in that ring. The list of "stars" who thought they could throw some cheap signature moves my way for some favor with the crowd, who thought they could enter an honest-to-God WRESTLING MATCH with Kenzo Katana is the same as the list of men I've wiped from the face of the earth. The Katana Klutch, the Ronin Hold, the Martial Driver, the Burning Blade... all different ways to destroy my opponents. I can either choke you, break your leg in half, knock you out, or kick your head in. I'm a machine, surely, but not in the traditional sense; no, I'm a multi-purpose war machine. You see, the world works in two ways. Guys my size usually play the underdogs... heart, determination, wiles. The role of forces of nature who rip through their competition is reserved for those over three hundred pounds. Guys who pump themselves with steroids and physically dominate their opponents with muscles. I'm a different kind of wrestler. I'm a new breed in this world, a monster in a small package. I can cripple, and I mean cripple the largest athletes in this dimension with less than two hundred pounds on me. I can do what I want, when I want, to who I want.
You see guys who talk about hating human beings. You see guys who live like rock stars. You see all these entertaining and wonderful characters who will make you laugh and swear and cry and smile. I don't bring you that legitimate slapstick entertainment, no. I bring you one thing only, and it's the only thing I can promise you, but it's something I can bring with an intensity and an efficiency that none of these other squires-on-ritalin can bring to Pro Wrestling Warriors...
... the greatest wrestling you have ever or will ever see. Anyone who thinks I'm washed up this early in my career, or that some God of Rock or Personal Jesus is going to throw some bland little theatrics my way with any result... can try me. Anyone who wants to test the Katana, go ahead, but I warn you solemnly...
... the blade cannot be parried. Prepare to bleed, PWW, as I slice and dice my way to a new-forged legacy. Kenzo Katana is a being reborn, and you haven't seen anything yet.
Yeah, whatever, seriously.