Post by Reaper on Sept 12, 2008 17:54:07 GMT -6
The scene opens with a masked figure in what appears to be a scene from the Nightmare on Elm street. Nothing but a steel grate walk way, steam and smoke all around, and the sounds of metal scraping and squeeling in the background.
"SNW, I've heard much of this place. They say it could be the next big show in the wrestling business. We just have to wait and see. I see my cousin is here and deep into a feud with people who run...or used to run this place... big shock their. He never was one for rules or authority. Me? I'm more of a traditionalist. I pay homage to those that paved the way for what we do today. I work a very hard hitting and oriental style. The Japanese work like no other, and its there that I learned how to fight. I was trained by a the legendary Great Muta, and it is him who I have to thank for my climb to the top of the Japanese wresting scene. The things I was taught make wrestling here seem like child's play. The only thing the American style really has to offer anymore is a big paycheck for doing very little. There is no story telling anymore. There is no psychology, theres just a bunch of guys trying to do gymnastic manuevers and calling it wrestling moves. There are no good technicians anymore and if they are, they are quickly buried in favor of the man that can do 10 flips in the air, or a fast talking microphone master.
No, here in America, the people demand only to entertained via too much talk and very little action... and the occassional blood bath or somebody that can do a cartwheel, into a flip onto the ropes and come off with a shooting star press or some load of crap. It doesn't even matter if he botches the move 9 times out of 10, because the 1 time he actually does nail it...while injuring himself and his opponent, the idiot fans and internet smarks will then praise him as the second coming and demand he be given every major title known to man. Its ridiculous to the point of embarrassing and I'm here to try and change some of this stupid thinking. You see, unlike some wrestlers, I can actually wrestle a match without breaking a limb and it will still come off as one of the best ever seen. I was trained in this art and its something that I hold near and dear to my heart. It saddens me to see wrestlers in this country get overlooked for a glorified gymnast or smooth talker with no coordination or skill.
Now, I see that my first task is a battle royal style match up with numerous other opponents, whom for the most part I can't place a face to the name... Now, should I actually do well enough in this big jumble of humanity then I would later go into a ladder match where I could presumeably win a brand new title. A title that embodies everything that I work for.... Tradition. The Von Erich Memorial title pays tribute to one of the greatest... and yet most tragic wrestling families that has ever laced up boots... well except for Kevin. A title belt named after the great Von Erichs should go to somebody who is tradition personified. Not some overly smooth, no talent hack that can do a half ass backflip and call himself a good wrestler. It alsos shouldn't be going to somebody who's best move is done with various weapons because lets face it, that only worked in ECW and thats dead.
Guy's Night Out will see the debut of Cyanide, and it will also see that tradition still lives, even in these times. When you look at my face, my hair, my body... it may not scream traditionalist, but make no mistakes about it, I am the one and only truely traditional wrestler left in the business and at Guy's Night Out, all of you people will see what a true wrestler is, and how a true wrestler tells his story in the ring. All of you other wrestlers... my opponents, feel free to step into my chamber. Relax, lay back... take a deep breath, because soon, it will all be over for you. And when the gas clears and all of you are laying there lifeless... just remember, you can't overcome me... but Cyanide can and will destory you and lay you to rest.
Breathe in and relax... it'll all be over soon."[/b]
Cyanide tilts his head to the side, before turning his back and walking into the smoke and steam behind him, the shot fades away, staring into the smoke and steam and before we go black, one more loud scrape of metal on metal can be heard.
"SNW, I've heard much of this place. They say it could be the next big show in the wrestling business. We just have to wait and see. I see my cousin is here and deep into a feud with people who run...or used to run this place... big shock their. He never was one for rules or authority. Me? I'm more of a traditionalist. I pay homage to those that paved the way for what we do today. I work a very hard hitting and oriental style. The Japanese work like no other, and its there that I learned how to fight. I was trained by a the legendary Great Muta, and it is him who I have to thank for my climb to the top of the Japanese wresting scene. The things I was taught make wrestling here seem like child's play. The only thing the American style really has to offer anymore is a big paycheck for doing very little. There is no story telling anymore. There is no psychology, theres just a bunch of guys trying to do gymnastic manuevers and calling it wrestling moves. There are no good technicians anymore and if they are, they are quickly buried in favor of the man that can do 10 flips in the air, or a fast talking microphone master.
No, here in America, the people demand only to entertained via too much talk and very little action... and the occassional blood bath or somebody that can do a cartwheel, into a flip onto the ropes and come off with a shooting star press or some load of crap. It doesn't even matter if he botches the move 9 times out of 10, because the 1 time he actually does nail it...while injuring himself and his opponent, the idiot fans and internet smarks will then praise him as the second coming and demand he be given every major title known to man. Its ridiculous to the point of embarrassing and I'm here to try and change some of this stupid thinking. You see, unlike some wrestlers, I can actually wrestle a match without breaking a limb and it will still come off as one of the best ever seen. I was trained in this art and its something that I hold near and dear to my heart. It saddens me to see wrestlers in this country get overlooked for a glorified gymnast or smooth talker with no coordination or skill.
Now, I see that my first task is a battle royal style match up with numerous other opponents, whom for the most part I can't place a face to the name... Now, should I actually do well enough in this big jumble of humanity then I would later go into a ladder match where I could presumeably win a brand new title. A title that embodies everything that I work for.... Tradition. The Von Erich Memorial title pays tribute to one of the greatest... and yet most tragic wrestling families that has ever laced up boots... well except for Kevin. A title belt named after the great Von Erichs should go to somebody who is tradition personified. Not some overly smooth, no talent hack that can do a half ass backflip and call himself a good wrestler. It alsos shouldn't be going to somebody who's best move is done with various weapons because lets face it, that only worked in ECW and thats dead.
Guy's Night Out will see the debut of Cyanide, and it will also see that tradition still lives, even in these times. When you look at my face, my hair, my body... it may not scream traditionalist, but make no mistakes about it, I am the one and only truely traditional wrestler left in the business and at Guy's Night Out, all of you people will see what a true wrestler is, and how a true wrestler tells his story in the ring. All of you other wrestlers... my opponents, feel free to step into my chamber. Relax, lay back... take a deep breath, because soon, it will all be over for you. And when the gas clears and all of you are laying there lifeless... just remember, you can't overcome me... but Cyanide can and will destory you and lay you to rest.
Breathe in and relax... it'll all be over soon."[/b]
Cyanide tilts his head to the side, before turning his back and walking into the smoke and steam behind him, the shot fades away, staring into the smoke and steam and before we go black, one more loud scrape of metal on metal can be heard.
