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The price i've paid for this life and for the gold; Also i have and will have no regrets
Topic Started: Apr 2 2005, 07:36 AM (35 Views)
Crimson Shards
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Fade in, the ordinary locker room with this time no one at all in it. However the camera is focusing some what a door that is half cracked open, from what can be seen it appears to be a bathroom of some type. But it is not quite easy to see as steam pours out from within the room and out into the locker room. By the little pitter patter from within the room it can be recongized as a shower running, but it is soon silenced and some sort of sliding door can be heard opening. After a few moments a figure steps out from the bathroom, with a towel resting on top of it's head and luckly around it's waist( well at least for the men watching ). But from what can be seen from the scarred and slightly in some areas faded burned body as well as what can be seen under the top towel a leather mask dripping wet we can assume it is onikage.

Onikage: The price....

Onikage walks over towards the couch, the camera following the ordinary team mate as it tries to keep onikage in good view. His feet making a soft but still quite audioable noise against the carpet. Onikage stops as he is mere inches from the couch, right infront of the mirror set up on the wall. His face for the first time since the whole thing start more visible as it looks over the scars and other marks lining body. His hand running over his shoulder which still has quite a bit of pain shooting through it from the last week from what orion had done to him.

Onikage: The price many pay for whatever it is they seek. Some glory, some honor, some respect, some power and for a more select few....atonement. I started my wrestling career from a dream i had as a boy, that was all i had afterall. I was an outcast my entire childhood and teenage existence. But i still had that dream, i watched when hogan did the impossible and lifted andre up and over, i watched as undertaker took the gold for the first time, i watched as bret hart made steve austin bleed like a pig. I watch while owen hart turned on his brother and when later owen had an accident that would end his life. I watched a man called mick foley was beat senseless in an i quit match. I watched as chris jericho did what so many before him couldn't and defeated rock and austin on the same night and became the first ever undisputed champion. There were many moments in wrestling i remember fondly, and i wanted to be like them. To be accepted by so many, to feel those emotions i never felt in my life previous to that. I was trained by the age of 18 years old and using what little money i had i managed to get over to japan. I bled, i battled and i tortured my body. All in the name of becoming some thing greater, i learned more in my short time there then probably i ever did.

But then i got the call, i came back to america after spending nearly three years there. And i was embarrassed, my neck broken, my face burnt worse then it ever had been before. I was left to rot, it was then that the unnamed one came to me, saved me. If it hadn't i would more then likely be in worse state then i am. And so i continued on, now a servant to the unnamed one. Now wearing my mask, my mask that had been given to me when i had finished training. My mask i wrestled in while in japan, the mask i had been told to drop when i came back to america. I had in a way become whole again, yes i had my cracks and lines but i was still alive. They hadn't killed my being that easily, it was then i became what i had been all along. My true self was allowed to shine, i continued to wrestle without a care in the world for my body. Perhaps i should've taken an easier route, gone more of a sports-entertainment style route but i didn't. I took these scars with a bit of pride, they were as much a part of me as were any body part just like my mask. It was not till i finally got noticed by FIW and joined up with kitten that i realized i did not need to soil my skills, my style with hardcore like acts. Some hardcore wrestling fans may call me a sell-out for doing so, but it was never about them. After suffering two neck injuries, and a knee injury, concussions as well as several other injuries and your only 23 years old you begin to look out for your body's well being. But don't get me wrong, if i had to do it all again i would. I would do it like i did this time, with pride and with a smile on my face.


Onikage turned around, facing the camera as it did more of a close up on the upper side of the former tag team champion.

Onikage: It may disgust some what i've done to my body, it may even make some feel sick. But i honestly don't care, i did every thing in my power to make it this far. And i'm not going to let up, i wear these as badges. Badges to remind me of past victories and past loses, to remind me of past success and past mistakes. No, i'm not some pretty boy like elrick and no i'm not some monster of muscle like marc. But that at this point and time means nothing, for kitten and i have worked so hard for so long to make it as far as we've gotten. We've put our bodies on the line night in and night out and we will not stop, we will not decide to just turn around and call it a night when we come face to face with genocide and brute force. You see genocide likes to speak about destiny, it's genocide's destiny to reign supreme, it's marc's destiny to win the World title, it's josie's destiny to win the SIC. But what that false prophet and his last follower don't realize is that destiny's a bitch. Take it from a creature who knows first hand, destiny can be kind at times and down right brutal at others. If i were to use genocide's view it was destiny that kitten and i won the tag belts two times, it was also destiny for us to lose them to bane security twice both times in shady manners. And it was destiny that genocide would fall apart and marc would lose the SIC and would fall far behind hutch in his race to the Grand Slam Champion. But if all that has happened is because of destiny...i would suspect destiny will be smiling in our favour this sunday. I could go even further to say it was destiny who had made marc defeat kitten and myself so many times ONLY to have him lose to us on the very same night hutch wins the SIC to drop that man's foolish ego a few notches.

You see marc, genocide you have not paid the price for all that you have done. All the wicked acts you've commited, all the gold you've stolen from others. And in the end destiny makes that catch up to you. You see elrick and kain have paid their price for where their at. They do deserve what they've been given so far, even if i don't really care for either one too much i can admit that. But do not dispair genocide, you will begin to pay that hefty price. That paying begins this sunday at anarchy in the UK. Remember marc.....Destiny's a bitch....


Onikage continues to stare into the camera, him almost being dry now as we fade to black.
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