Post by sakukoivu on Oct 29, 2005 14:23:40 GMT -5
Fade open. We find ourselves looking downwards, standing high, high in the rafters of an empty arena. Many feet below us a small crew of people are busy welding, hammering, screwing screws into place, trying to get as much room possible to assemble the gigantic cage without be interfered with by the ring that rests so peacefully, ready, waiting before them. We turn our vision to the right, allowing them to venture up a large entrance ramp, and eventually an incomplete entrance stage being worked on by several more crew members. Satisfied, we turn our vision once more, now scanning the empty seats, finding nothing, nothing that is, until we come across a lone figure sitting nearly as high up as us, sitting, watching, watching as the structure that will determine his fate is being built. Watching as his destiny is forged. We start to zoom in, and as we do we can make out a head of messy blonde hair resting atop the broad shoulders of a man dressed in a white tank top and blue training pants. We zoom in further, until it is like we are right in front of him, seeing every detail as well as hearing it. He runs a hand through his blonde hair before brushing it out of his eyes. His arms now crossed over his chest, he begins to speak, like classical music going against nails scraping on a blackboard that is the construction of the massive cage below.
Saku: For weeks I have waited for this day, for weeks I have thought of how brutal, how breathtaking this match would be. For weeks I have though of how much tempers would flare in this match, how men will be distinguished from boys. But never, ever in those weeks did I see myself competing in the very match that would define this business.
Never in years would I envision myself in the main event of the century, fighting for what is right, fighting to not only make a name for myself, but to preserve that of another man. Preserve the name and honor of Z Master. You see, nearly one year ago when I broke into this business, Z Master was my idol, Z Master was the image of supremacy, the image of greatness. I hoped, no, I dreamed that one day, one fateful day I would be able to face him, to take him on, and make him respect me, make him see that I was not the future, but the present of the industry. I dreamed of gaining the respect of man I respected most in the entire world. And then, I got my chance.
And I blew it. I treated it like a normal match, I treated it far, far from what I should of treated it. Z Master showed me, he showed me that I am not even the future, he showed me that my time may never come, he took me to school and back, he beat me, fair, square, the way he should of, and I left that arena embarrassed, embarrassed that I had made a fool out of myself in front of the man I hoped to impress. I left with my tail in between my legs, head hung low, I thought it was over for me, I thought I was done, but I thought wrong.
Z Master surprised me. He called me and demanded that I step into the Cage of Horrors with him. And I graciously accepted. I was given a second chance by my own idol to prove myself and I was certain and determined not to screw it up, and so I signed the contract, became a member of Z’s Army, in pursuit of the blood of Bailey’s Brigade. And now, mere hours away from the main event that will make or break all the superstars in the match, I am ready. I am as prepared as I should have been when facing Z Master. I am ready to sacrifice myself to bring Z Master to victory.
This match, to me, is not about taking down Bailey and his team of losers, but proving myself. This match is not about being partners with the Creeper, Eric Hardcastle, Mike Stryker, I do not care about them. I will work hand in hand with them, helping to take down team Bailey and prove my cause, but after this match, I will have ties with none of them. They can do as they please, fight as hard as they can, and I will help them do that, but this match boils down to me. Not for them, of course, but for me, it is all about myself.
I am willing to do anything to bring our team to victory and prove myself. I don’t care if I never walk again, I don’t care if I break every bone in my body to do it, but I will prove myself, to Z Master, to the Management, and to the world, I will prove that I am capable of being in the main event and being capable of being the most dangerous person inside the cage.
Now, as I watch this demonic structure being built, I am ready to accept it as my destiny. Once I enter that cage I am not leaving until I have accomplished my goals. The structure is all I need, I will use it. I will use every last millimeter of it. I will turn it into a weapon, and I will turn myself into a weapon. There are so many possibilities when surrounded by four walls of steel and I intended to use them all, regardless of what shape I will be in once the match is over.
Saku takes a deep breath and rises, running his hand once more through his hair, before walking down the stairs in the aisle of the stands. He slowly makes his way down to ringside, where the crew working on the cage is now finished and has gone to help with the entrance stage. Standing, face to face with the wall of the cage, Saku reaches out, grabbing the cage and shaking it, feeling the cold of it’s unforgiving steel. The handful of cage still in his hand, Saku continues his speech.
Saku: Steel is so harsh, so unforgiving. There is give in it, yet not very much. I pity the man who goes it this, and yet I fully know that when the bell is rung, when all competitors are in the ring it is almost a guarantee that there will be blood, caused most likely by this very structure. But blood does not matter, sweat does not matter, tears do not matter, what matters, is who can pull out their ‘A’ game when the time comes, who can willingly reach deep down and pull all the stops out of this match.
I fully expect that all parties in this match are ready to do just that, pull all the stops out of this match and put it down in the record books as the most hardcore match in Valor history. I intend to help that cause. I trust my team will as well, and that brings up the next issue, teamwork. My life in this match is not only dependant upon myself, but it rests partially on the shoulders of my partners, as theirs partially rests on mine. I said that after this match is through I will have no connections with these men, yet I did not say what will happen during this match.
Once the bell is rung, we become a team. We gain the need to work together of die. We already know the Impact Players are in this match, and they have already gelled as a team, and I fear that this may be our downfall, fighting, for the first time together, against a distinguished team. This is why we must have each other’s backs at all time. I know I will hold up my end of the bargain, and I expect the rest of my team to do the same, because when it comes down to it, we could pull out all the stops, yet there is only so much offense can do before fatigue sets in and in becomes an issue of teamwork.
At Halloween Horrors, the Impact Players and Bailey’s Brigade are going down, courtesy of Z Master’s Army.
Saku shakes the cage one last time then, satisfied, he makes his way up the entrance ramp, to the entrance stage, past the workers assembling it, through the curtain and beyond our view. We rotate our vision once more as we fade out, Looking across the rafters, coming upon a banner, hanging from the ceiling saying “Halloween Horrors: Cage of Horrors.” Fade to black.
Saku: For weeks I have waited for this day, for weeks I have thought of how brutal, how breathtaking this match would be. For weeks I have though of how much tempers would flare in this match, how men will be distinguished from boys. But never, ever in those weeks did I see myself competing in the very match that would define this business.
Never in years would I envision myself in the main event of the century, fighting for what is right, fighting to not only make a name for myself, but to preserve that of another man. Preserve the name and honor of Z Master. You see, nearly one year ago when I broke into this business, Z Master was my idol, Z Master was the image of supremacy, the image of greatness. I hoped, no, I dreamed that one day, one fateful day I would be able to face him, to take him on, and make him respect me, make him see that I was not the future, but the present of the industry. I dreamed of gaining the respect of man I respected most in the entire world. And then, I got my chance.
And I blew it. I treated it like a normal match, I treated it far, far from what I should of treated it. Z Master showed me, he showed me that I am not even the future, he showed me that my time may never come, he took me to school and back, he beat me, fair, square, the way he should of, and I left that arena embarrassed, embarrassed that I had made a fool out of myself in front of the man I hoped to impress. I left with my tail in between my legs, head hung low, I thought it was over for me, I thought I was done, but I thought wrong.
Z Master surprised me. He called me and demanded that I step into the Cage of Horrors with him. And I graciously accepted. I was given a second chance by my own idol to prove myself and I was certain and determined not to screw it up, and so I signed the contract, became a member of Z’s Army, in pursuit of the blood of Bailey’s Brigade. And now, mere hours away from the main event that will make or break all the superstars in the match, I am ready. I am as prepared as I should have been when facing Z Master. I am ready to sacrifice myself to bring Z Master to victory.
This match, to me, is not about taking down Bailey and his team of losers, but proving myself. This match is not about being partners with the Creeper, Eric Hardcastle, Mike Stryker, I do not care about them. I will work hand in hand with them, helping to take down team Bailey and prove my cause, but after this match, I will have ties with none of them. They can do as they please, fight as hard as they can, and I will help them do that, but this match boils down to me. Not for them, of course, but for me, it is all about myself.
I am willing to do anything to bring our team to victory and prove myself. I don’t care if I never walk again, I don’t care if I break every bone in my body to do it, but I will prove myself, to Z Master, to the Management, and to the world, I will prove that I am capable of being in the main event and being capable of being the most dangerous person inside the cage.
Now, as I watch this demonic structure being built, I am ready to accept it as my destiny. Once I enter that cage I am not leaving until I have accomplished my goals. The structure is all I need, I will use it. I will use every last millimeter of it. I will turn it into a weapon, and I will turn myself into a weapon. There are so many possibilities when surrounded by four walls of steel and I intended to use them all, regardless of what shape I will be in once the match is over.
Saku takes a deep breath and rises, running his hand once more through his hair, before walking down the stairs in the aisle of the stands. He slowly makes his way down to ringside, where the crew working on the cage is now finished and has gone to help with the entrance stage. Standing, face to face with the wall of the cage, Saku reaches out, grabbing the cage and shaking it, feeling the cold of it’s unforgiving steel. The handful of cage still in his hand, Saku continues his speech.
Saku: Steel is so harsh, so unforgiving. There is give in it, yet not very much. I pity the man who goes it this, and yet I fully know that when the bell is rung, when all competitors are in the ring it is almost a guarantee that there will be blood, caused most likely by this very structure. But blood does not matter, sweat does not matter, tears do not matter, what matters, is who can pull out their ‘A’ game when the time comes, who can willingly reach deep down and pull all the stops out of this match.
I fully expect that all parties in this match are ready to do just that, pull all the stops out of this match and put it down in the record books as the most hardcore match in Valor history. I intend to help that cause. I trust my team will as well, and that brings up the next issue, teamwork. My life in this match is not only dependant upon myself, but it rests partially on the shoulders of my partners, as theirs partially rests on mine. I said that after this match is through I will have no connections with these men, yet I did not say what will happen during this match.
Once the bell is rung, we become a team. We gain the need to work together of die. We already know the Impact Players are in this match, and they have already gelled as a team, and I fear that this may be our downfall, fighting, for the first time together, against a distinguished team. This is why we must have each other’s backs at all time. I know I will hold up my end of the bargain, and I expect the rest of my team to do the same, because when it comes down to it, we could pull out all the stops, yet there is only so much offense can do before fatigue sets in and in becomes an issue of teamwork.
At Halloween Horrors, the Impact Players and Bailey’s Brigade are going down, courtesy of Z Master’s Army.
Saku shakes the cage one last time then, satisfied, he makes his way up the entrance ramp, to the entrance stage, past the workers assembling it, through the curtain and beyond our view. We rotate our vision once more as we fade out, Looking across the rafters, coming upon a banner, hanging from the ceiling saying “Halloween Horrors: Cage of Horrors.” Fade to black.