Zio The Abyss
September 26th, 2006, 09:34 PM
It's "The Future Is Now". Kenzo Katana sits backstage, in some room, sitting on a chair facing its back with his hands gripping the back of it and his chin resting upon the tip. He looks into the camera with an emotionless stare for a few moments before speaking.
Kenzo Katana:
Injustice. It's what we generally term something that seems unbalanced, unequal, inequitable... unfair. Every single person on this planet, no matter how well-adjusted, has had some injustice bestowed upon them. I'm no exception... just look at my opponent tonight. Seth Frost got his debut at Revival and lost, yet he gets to bless this show with a best two out of three falls match. Blake Straker, a sobered up clown, gets to face Nicholas Smirnov. And what does Kenzo Katana get? What is representative of the respect that I've been shown this early in PWW's life?
... Lil Finga.
That's not even English. I actually just took on a third language, right now, and spoke ebonics. I'm unsure why any man would take on the name of Lil Finga. He called himself small and took on the identity of a digit. A tiny appendage. That doesn't strike fear or awe into anyone's hearts, and frankly speaking, it disgusts me to my very core.
While big names like Darius Falcon and Rob Cavallo will spotlight this show, I'm being reduced to glorified babysitting as I take on who can only be one of the owner's illegitimate urban offspring. I don't even fathom why a man with no technical wrestling background, honor or discipline struts around this building acting as though he has the right to call himself a warrior. My debut has been sullied by forcing me to take on an opponent with no reputation or skill of any kind, and if management thinks that I'm some egomaniac who relishes the chance to look like a god in comparison to this miscreant, they've shown the ultimate disrespect.
Once upon a time, I was that man. I was egocentric, selfish, and looking for the easy way out. I got that easy way and I became the first champion of a revolutionary company. Then, my employment was elsewhere and I did a complete about-face, being a sycophant to the fans and ranting about honor.
I'm done with it all. I've learned that it's not the nature of human beings to have any sense of pride or honor. When I say pride, I don't mean that pitiful little vanity that makes a guy like Darius Falcon think his pedestal wasn't crafted from his own orally protruded excrement. I mean real pride. The pride to rely solely on your actions and not on your words. I have that pride. I have that honor. I won't preach about it or try to force it on anyone else because I gain absolutely nothing from seeing others become better human beings. No... I'll keep on going the route I'm going. I'll retain my honor, but I'll also retain the sinister edge that has brought me so much glory. Kenzo Katana, the young man, the kid... is dead. Kenzo Katana the machine... is reborn.
Tonight, I'm stuck facing the absolute bottom of the food chain in HCW. That hurts me in more ways than could be imagined, but if I really am being forced to fight my way up from the very bottom, that's exactly what I'll do. PWW, take a lesson tonight. I go into that ring as the personification of wrestling. I bring my kicks, my submissions, my holds, my chokes, my suplexes... I bring everything that makes me the epicenter of everything that is the spirit of PWW out to the ring and I bring a mechanical approach to wrestling that nobody else can fathom. When I say mechanical, I don't mean void of passion or intensity. I mean a lack of remorse, a lack of a conscience... I bring that to the ring. Who else can say that? Who else can wrestle with a passion that's unbridled and a calmness that forbids error? No one... tonight, I walk into that ring as a participant in the least suspenseful match in wrestling history, but I walk out as a demonstrative wrestling avatar who just cashed in Lil Finga's donor card.
Lil Finga, tonight, injustice breeds aggression. When you face me, I shall justify my existence by erasing yours.
End.
Kenzo Katana:
Injustice. It's what we generally term something that seems unbalanced, unequal, inequitable... unfair. Every single person on this planet, no matter how well-adjusted, has had some injustice bestowed upon them. I'm no exception... just look at my opponent tonight. Seth Frost got his debut at Revival and lost, yet he gets to bless this show with a best two out of three falls match. Blake Straker, a sobered up clown, gets to face Nicholas Smirnov. And what does Kenzo Katana get? What is representative of the respect that I've been shown this early in PWW's life?
... Lil Finga.
That's not even English. I actually just took on a third language, right now, and spoke ebonics. I'm unsure why any man would take on the name of Lil Finga. He called himself small and took on the identity of a digit. A tiny appendage. That doesn't strike fear or awe into anyone's hearts, and frankly speaking, it disgusts me to my very core.
While big names like Darius Falcon and Rob Cavallo will spotlight this show, I'm being reduced to glorified babysitting as I take on who can only be one of the owner's illegitimate urban offspring. I don't even fathom why a man with no technical wrestling background, honor or discipline struts around this building acting as though he has the right to call himself a warrior. My debut has been sullied by forcing me to take on an opponent with no reputation or skill of any kind, and if management thinks that I'm some egomaniac who relishes the chance to look like a god in comparison to this miscreant, they've shown the ultimate disrespect.
Once upon a time, I was that man. I was egocentric, selfish, and looking for the easy way out. I got that easy way and I became the first champion of a revolutionary company. Then, my employment was elsewhere and I did a complete about-face, being a sycophant to the fans and ranting about honor.
I'm done with it all. I've learned that it's not the nature of human beings to have any sense of pride or honor. When I say pride, I don't mean that pitiful little vanity that makes a guy like Darius Falcon think his pedestal wasn't crafted from his own orally protruded excrement. I mean real pride. The pride to rely solely on your actions and not on your words. I have that pride. I have that honor. I won't preach about it or try to force it on anyone else because I gain absolutely nothing from seeing others become better human beings. No... I'll keep on going the route I'm going. I'll retain my honor, but I'll also retain the sinister edge that has brought me so much glory. Kenzo Katana, the young man, the kid... is dead. Kenzo Katana the machine... is reborn.
Tonight, I'm stuck facing the absolute bottom of the food chain in HCW. That hurts me in more ways than could be imagined, but if I really am being forced to fight my way up from the very bottom, that's exactly what I'll do. PWW, take a lesson tonight. I go into that ring as the personification of wrestling. I bring my kicks, my submissions, my holds, my chokes, my suplexes... I bring everything that makes me the epicenter of everything that is the spirit of PWW out to the ring and I bring a mechanical approach to wrestling that nobody else can fathom. When I say mechanical, I don't mean void of passion or intensity. I mean a lack of remorse, a lack of a conscience... I bring that to the ring. Who else can say that? Who else can wrestle with a passion that's unbridled and a calmness that forbids error? No one... tonight, I walk into that ring as a participant in the least suspenseful match in wrestling history, but I walk out as a demonstrative wrestling avatar who just cashed in Lil Finga's donor card.
Lil Finga, tonight, injustice breeds aggression. When you face me, I shall justify my existence by erasing yours.
End.