Zio The Abyss
October 5th, 2006, 11:34 PM
Hay doods. Hmm. Once again, it's time for Kenzo Katana to speak, which usually takes a while. Ironic considering his hate of mic work... but he doesn't have a microphone, so maybe he wins on a technicality. Yeah, whatever. Kenzo is taping his wrists when he spots a camera. He grins coldly and finishes up, then speaks facing the camera.
Kenzo Katana:
There is no wrong that cannot be righted.
I'm not sure if I agree with that, but tonight, the apparently evil "PWW Management" has decided to do its best to remedy the disgrace of placing me against Lil Finga. I was used as a tool to embarrass him and ensure that he'd not be able to contest any firing... I enjoy being utilized for my purposes, but trimming the hedges that are PWW's roster is no better than being a custodian.
Nonetheless, tonight, I go from the bottom of the barrel... to a man with his head in the clouds, Rob Cavallo.
Hmm... what can I say about Rob Cavallo? I know that going into this match I become a villain, a near CRIMINAL because I'll be doing something horrific, and that crime, that terrorist act... is destroying Rob Cavallo in every conceivable way.
Rob, I hope you're watching. You see, no man could truly dispute that you're one of the best in the business. I got goosebumps when I listened to your segment last week; you really have a way with words. And those "threads"... how "cool" you look. The hairdo, the tan, the sunglasses, the clothes, the shoes, the catchphrases, the flashy moves... you're a true superstar.
My only question, Rob... why in the world are you HERE?
I know you came here for a change of scene and to stop having to travel so much, but honestly, Rob, what would ever possess you to think you could survive as a primadonna in a world of warriors? Let me break it down for you...
... this is Pro Wrestling Warriors. If you look around, you see the people who lacked the charisma and family-friendliness to thrive in the world of "sports entertainment". You see such amazing athletes as Darius Falcon, Seth Frost, Drake Vinaldi... and yours truly, Kenzo Katana. Nobody cares about Vinaldi's love of pedophilia, Falcon's straight edge bandwagon, or Frost's horrendous overgimmicking of the "ice" characteristic. Nobody cares about how funny they are... or aren't... it's the wrestling that matters. Drake Vinaldi does kicks that make me flinch, Seth Frost is an amateur wrestling god, and Darius Falcon, though an arrogant neo-Nazi as it would seem, has a passion I've not seen for a while. While your fame comes from putting yourself on a pedestal and giving yourself cute nicknames, the success of everyone else in this company comes from putting on a five-star match. Lil Finga, I'm sure, to at least one human being out of a billion, was funny when he thrashed that bigot, but when he stepped into that ring, all of his jokes and "grills" were cast aside and he was stripped of everything but wrestling... and he fell apart, as you saw. You're no different, Rob. You're not less annoying, you're not more talented in the ring, and just like Lil Finga, your destiny is to be destroyed.
Last week, you and Darius Falcon had a clashing of egos. You both consider yourselves to be on a whole other level above the rest of us, but when you two clashed, it was he, Darius Falcon, who emerged with his pride intact, not you. As much as the man makes my stomach turn, he at least backed up his claims with action, something I cannot say for you. I realize that I'm speaking in oceans tonight, but you, Rob, are the epitome of everything PWW is not and never should be. At my very core, I consider you my nemesis because where I thrive on wrestling, you thrive on one-liners. Where I abandon clever names, you call yourself a god of rock. Where I dominate a match, you dominate a soapbox. You, Rob Cavallo, are everything I detest in this business, and tonight, for one night only, I may just make things personal when I destroy your body, your legacy, your pedestal, your pride and your soul. Nobody escapes the edge of the Katana, Rob, and tonight, you'll be cleaved in two.
Here's a one-liner for you...
... tonight, false hero, I justify my existence... by erasing yours.
Yeah, end this overly long promo.
Kenzo Katana:
There is no wrong that cannot be righted.
I'm not sure if I agree with that, but tonight, the apparently evil "PWW Management" has decided to do its best to remedy the disgrace of placing me against Lil Finga. I was used as a tool to embarrass him and ensure that he'd not be able to contest any firing... I enjoy being utilized for my purposes, but trimming the hedges that are PWW's roster is no better than being a custodian.
Nonetheless, tonight, I go from the bottom of the barrel... to a man with his head in the clouds, Rob Cavallo.
Hmm... what can I say about Rob Cavallo? I know that going into this match I become a villain, a near CRIMINAL because I'll be doing something horrific, and that crime, that terrorist act... is destroying Rob Cavallo in every conceivable way.
Rob, I hope you're watching. You see, no man could truly dispute that you're one of the best in the business. I got goosebumps when I listened to your segment last week; you really have a way with words. And those "threads"... how "cool" you look. The hairdo, the tan, the sunglasses, the clothes, the shoes, the catchphrases, the flashy moves... you're a true superstar.
My only question, Rob... why in the world are you HERE?
I know you came here for a change of scene and to stop having to travel so much, but honestly, Rob, what would ever possess you to think you could survive as a primadonna in a world of warriors? Let me break it down for you...
... this is Pro Wrestling Warriors. If you look around, you see the people who lacked the charisma and family-friendliness to thrive in the world of "sports entertainment". You see such amazing athletes as Darius Falcon, Seth Frost, Drake Vinaldi... and yours truly, Kenzo Katana. Nobody cares about Vinaldi's love of pedophilia, Falcon's straight edge bandwagon, or Frost's horrendous overgimmicking of the "ice" characteristic. Nobody cares about how funny they are... or aren't... it's the wrestling that matters. Drake Vinaldi does kicks that make me flinch, Seth Frost is an amateur wrestling god, and Darius Falcon, though an arrogant neo-Nazi as it would seem, has a passion I've not seen for a while. While your fame comes from putting yourself on a pedestal and giving yourself cute nicknames, the success of everyone else in this company comes from putting on a five-star match. Lil Finga, I'm sure, to at least one human being out of a billion, was funny when he thrashed that bigot, but when he stepped into that ring, all of his jokes and "grills" were cast aside and he was stripped of everything but wrestling... and he fell apart, as you saw. You're no different, Rob. You're not less annoying, you're not more talented in the ring, and just like Lil Finga, your destiny is to be destroyed.
Last week, you and Darius Falcon had a clashing of egos. You both consider yourselves to be on a whole other level above the rest of us, but when you two clashed, it was he, Darius Falcon, who emerged with his pride intact, not you. As much as the man makes my stomach turn, he at least backed up his claims with action, something I cannot say for you. I realize that I'm speaking in oceans tonight, but you, Rob, are the epitome of everything PWW is not and never should be. At my very core, I consider you my nemesis because where I thrive on wrestling, you thrive on one-liners. Where I abandon clever names, you call yourself a god of rock. Where I dominate a match, you dominate a soapbox. You, Rob Cavallo, are everything I detest in this business, and tonight, for one night only, I may just make things personal when I destroy your body, your legacy, your pedestal, your pride and your soul. Nobody escapes the edge of the Katana, Rob, and tonight, you'll be cleaved in two.
Here's a one-liner for you...
... tonight, false hero, I justify my existence... by erasing yours.
Yeah, end this overly long promo.