Post by Shelly Diamond on Jul 17, 2017 2:58:34 GMT
{ We open on an over head shot of the Roman Coliseum in Rome, Italy. As we hover above the beautifully structure that housed the final moments of countless warriors to the joy of countless masses we see a lone figure seated in what was once the stands. We hover ever closer on the figure until it becomes apparent that it is the masked man known as Zasshu. Zasshu sits with his masked head bowed, the usual white with gold trim is replaced with a black mask with gold trim, the rest of his attire is what we would label as “street clothes”. }
”For millennia men and women have entered into gladiatorial combat. For some it was in search of glory and for others they fought for freedom. From this coliseum to the colonial streets of old America to the arenas we tour today, people have always found joy in witnessing fearsome warriors do battle.”
{ The shot levels out now as Zasshu slowly looks up. }
”For the warriors locked in combat in this coliseum it was never a choice. They did not have the freedom we have to chose the life of a warrior. Almost all were considered slaves, stolen from their native lands and thrust before blood thirsty crowds with orders to kill the man they would face. There were no friends, no allegiances, the man you shared a cell with could be the man who kills you the following day.”
{ Zasshu rose now with a noticeable wince of pain. }
”We have a luxury they did not, we have the choice to step into our arenas and battle our friends and enemies. We have a choice to do so with honor or with brutal villainy. We have a choice to entertain the masses or entertain our own sadistic idiosyncrasies. Kole Kaos and his Council are clearly men who have fore sworn the very concept of honor for the quick cash grab of fame.”
“A selfish desire they mask with the word Chaos.”
“In this Coliseum opponents were not enemies in the way we think of them today. There was no hatred or desire to do harm, there was only ones need to live another day and if you were fortunate enough to win all your matches you were granted freedom.”
“Our freedom either comes from our own choice or by the decision of another. Kole Kaos wishes to grant me freedom from combat by hurting me beyond my ability to compete. Kole Kaos wishes to robe me of the choice to take part in our modern form of combat. Kole Kaos wishes to steal my identity like some sick twisted version of a modern day head hunter and add me to his collection.”
{ Zasshu reaches up for his mask. }
”Kole, I did not get into the business of professional wrestling to relive the archaic days of two men entering and arena and only one man leaving. For me, this sport is something I enjoy, the roar of the crowd gives me a certain strength I cannot entirely describe. You only wish to satisfy a sick superiority complex. You mask your insecurities in mindless speeches about power and magic but the sad truth is you are a weak and inferior man.”
“I pity you.”
“Kole, you have done your best to beat me into submission and remove my mask.”
{ Zasshu un clips the back of his mask and removes it however the shot aims down at his chest as he grips the mask in his hand. }
”Through your own stupidity you have entered yourself into a battle you are not prepared for. It is not the mask which gives me strength, it is the people who understand the meaning behind, the roaring blood thirsty masses who demand carnage that give me strength. You wish to take something you can never have because your heart is as empty as your words.”
“And you have backed me into a corner.”
“You have me robed me of the freedom to have an honorable match up. You have pressured me into a fight for survival. To enter that ring with you intending to do anything but rid the IWF of Kole Kaos would be akin to throwing myself to the lions in this very arena.”
“So I will do what must be done to assure that I live to see another day.”
{ Zasshu clutches his mask tightly as we focus in on it. }
”I will survive.”
“Survive is all I have ever done. From my childhood in Tokyo to my time training in Mexico City to the House of Howlett. I have survived through pain and heart ache and victories you could only dream of. I have survived where you would fail and that is why I know I will slay you in the center of the ring, Kole. You expect me to roll over and die, to forfeit all that I have fought for so you can continue to stroke your over sized ego.”
“I will not fall to you, I will not give in, I will survive, I will overcome and I will leave you the way you wish to leave me.”
“Broken.”
“Bleeding.”
“And dying.”
“Your mind is stuck in the past where your type of brutality is glorified but I am the Future.”
“And you will fear the future.”
{ With that Zasshu drops his mask on the old stone floor. We focus in on that as we slowly fade to black… }
”For millennia men and women have entered into gladiatorial combat. For some it was in search of glory and for others they fought for freedom. From this coliseum to the colonial streets of old America to the arenas we tour today, people have always found joy in witnessing fearsome warriors do battle.”
{ The shot levels out now as Zasshu slowly looks up. }
”For the warriors locked in combat in this coliseum it was never a choice. They did not have the freedom we have to chose the life of a warrior. Almost all were considered slaves, stolen from their native lands and thrust before blood thirsty crowds with orders to kill the man they would face. There were no friends, no allegiances, the man you shared a cell with could be the man who kills you the following day.”
{ Zasshu rose now with a noticeable wince of pain. }
”We have a luxury they did not, we have the choice to step into our arenas and battle our friends and enemies. We have a choice to do so with honor or with brutal villainy. We have a choice to entertain the masses or entertain our own sadistic idiosyncrasies. Kole Kaos and his Council are clearly men who have fore sworn the very concept of honor for the quick cash grab of fame.”
“A selfish desire they mask with the word Chaos.”
“In this Coliseum opponents were not enemies in the way we think of them today. There was no hatred or desire to do harm, there was only ones need to live another day and if you were fortunate enough to win all your matches you were granted freedom.”
“Our freedom either comes from our own choice or by the decision of another. Kole Kaos wishes to grant me freedom from combat by hurting me beyond my ability to compete. Kole Kaos wishes to robe me of the choice to take part in our modern form of combat. Kole Kaos wishes to steal my identity like some sick twisted version of a modern day head hunter and add me to his collection.”
{ Zasshu reaches up for his mask. }
”Kole, I did not get into the business of professional wrestling to relive the archaic days of two men entering and arena and only one man leaving. For me, this sport is something I enjoy, the roar of the crowd gives me a certain strength I cannot entirely describe. You only wish to satisfy a sick superiority complex. You mask your insecurities in mindless speeches about power and magic but the sad truth is you are a weak and inferior man.”
“I pity you.”
“Kole, you have done your best to beat me into submission and remove my mask.”
{ Zasshu un clips the back of his mask and removes it however the shot aims down at his chest as he grips the mask in his hand. }
”Through your own stupidity you have entered yourself into a battle you are not prepared for. It is not the mask which gives me strength, it is the people who understand the meaning behind, the roaring blood thirsty masses who demand carnage that give me strength. You wish to take something you can never have because your heart is as empty as your words.”
“And you have backed me into a corner.”
“You have me robed me of the freedom to have an honorable match up. You have pressured me into a fight for survival. To enter that ring with you intending to do anything but rid the IWF of Kole Kaos would be akin to throwing myself to the lions in this very arena.”
“So I will do what must be done to assure that I live to see another day.”
{ Zasshu clutches his mask tightly as we focus in on it. }
”I will survive.”
“Survive is all I have ever done. From my childhood in Tokyo to my time training in Mexico City to the House of Howlett. I have survived through pain and heart ache and victories you could only dream of. I have survived where you would fail and that is why I know I will slay you in the center of the ring, Kole. You expect me to roll over and die, to forfeit all that I have fought for so you can continue to stroke your over sized ego.”
“I will not fall to you, I will not give in, I will survive, I will overcome and I will leave you the way you wish to leave me.”
“Broken.”
“Bleeding.”
“And dying.”
“Your mind is stuck in the past where your type of brutality is glorified but I am the Future.”
“And you will fear the future.”
{ With that Zasshu drops his mask on the old stone floor. We focus in on that as we slowly fade to black… }
Well howdy there pardner.