Kazama

Thank you for the feedback. Been a bit busy this passed week and working on a follow up RP. If anyone is interested in a mouth piece or a manager please drop me a pm.

Have you ever experienced a situation where the most innocent of notions was the only thing that kept your sanity on track? This thought has became fairly new to me however that same question has lingered in the shadow of my life. You see I am one of those tragic cases in the sense that as a child I never could believe in the monster under the bed. The monsters who I knew existed would see too it to sweep my bed beneath me and torch the roof above my head. If you hadn't guessed it, my family had connections with the very stereotypical life of organised crime. It had it's dangers, yet in some ways it took as much off the streets. My father always told me stories up until his passing of how the perverts , rapists and narcotic dealers of today would not of stood a chance. A time where turf war was purely income, and that income meant livelihoods. My father was a man who lived the burden of guilt so I didn't have too. An individual who did all the wrongs for the right reasons; it was a life he chose and a choice he regretted. Until the day he died he did everything in his power to never have that way of life darken my doorstep. Two years after his death and I sat poised in a hospital listening to a doctor tell me a fatal diagnosis for the reason I endured excruciating pain from two months prior. Without drowning the mood further it was the illness that no one ever even wants to hear let alone acknowledge. The words he uttered were supposed to be brimming with hope and confidence yet his eyes told a whole different story. Once I heard the possibility of treatment I jumped at the chance and could feel my sense of upbringing yearning to battle this illness. No one raised me up to be a quitter, under no circumstance would I of been allowed to be sorry for myself. As long as there was a route forward, I knew I had to take it. No matter what. Confidence on the other hand falls short when that path towards salvation becomes drenched in utter agony. Reoccurring shots pelted my body, a pain with no description or comparison. Whenever that pain got too much to handle, I would begin having these thoughts.... All the years ive walked on this Earth, I can't confess to ever following a dream. During the good and the bad days I would indulge in a form of entertainment that captivated my soul and enthralled my passion. The family would take a feign interest however they always respected the fact that I held a love for it. Some may refuse to admit it, I won't be one to withhold the truth. A future in professional wrestling was always the dream, the vision that seemed further away than the challenge of reclaiming my own state of health. Every time I almost screamed in rage in that sick bed, I always had the fire in my heart telling me that if I ever walked away from this, nothing would stop me from living that very dream. No one would ever tell me it would not be a possibility. To survive death itself changes a man, and it changes the landscape of which he lives. So here I am now sitting in a seat in the executive building in the biggest promotion this mortal coil has to offer. Please understand I do not bare delusions of grandeur, to just be apart of my dream would be enough to keep a promise, a promise I made to my very self. When you stare into your core and you see a glimmer of hope, it must be seized. The very notion that pulled me through to the other side, the very incentive that gave me comfort; THAT is why I am here today. And that is why I am making this next step. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [OCW Rep] Mr Kazama if you would kindly come with me. We are ready to begin with your interview process now. [Kazama:] Thank you Miss, please lead the way.....

Thank you for the feedback, however I edited a few spelling mistakes. Should of double checked it :(

Introduction: An exclusive video was set to be filmed about an aquisition who had only recently returned to the OCW talent relations after an alleged "troubled" year so far. The objective, too tease the fans across the World with excitement for the next face or heel in the wrestling industry. Unknown the the veiwers at home and the staff in production, that this mans allegiance to good or evil ran far deeper than any script. This mans movitation would infact emerge from his own personal confession. The screen opens up to a small pitch dark room filled with small swirling lights to give the audience a split second glimpse to the shallow surroudings. Once the lights had scanned the room they eventually combinated into a spotlight that revealed a man sitting directly infront of the camera in the centre of the room. The man sat motionless with a black sheet covering the top part of his head with his hands clasped in a prayer motion. As the camera focussed, the man's head slowly raised to the lenses level. In the background a tiny voice could be heard that was later edited in post production. [Director:] Ok Kaz, lets have it! Why should people take you seriously?! Give it all that passion, your in the big leagues now. Make them feel that emotion! GO! In response Kazama clutched his hands together tighter. After a slight clearing of his throat he began his "confession". [Kazama:] You...know that...cold sensation at the sight of a car crash....or even a fight? The one that causes one eye to squint, makes half your face numb? You want to do something....but it's no use. You see the problem but ...you feel straps pull you back to an invisible wall. You...you....attempt to make it stop but your body...your mind...cannot commit to a single action other than...to stare....stare on at the sight.... Kazama exhales a deep breathe as his hands begin to shake [Kazama:] I felt that, gazing into a loved one in the eyes as a life support machine pumped their fragile body with oxygen. The helplessness consumed every fibre of my ..s-soul. I just wanted to sell my soul to trade places so... so..badly. Camera zooms into Kazama's face to display tears trickling down his face. [Kazama:] Hmmm...fast forward two weeks...makes such a difference. I lost him, nothing I could of done...heaven knows Id sacrafice myself too spare him. Fast forward two weeks, I helped carry that coffin in the church while...while... Knowing his voice was about to break, Kazama lifted his head up to glance up at the ceiling. His eyes were glaced with tears as he searched for the strength to continue. [Kazama:] While those who had nothing to do with him just crawled out of their holes to watch. It served as the straw that broke this donkeys back. I lost my job , I lost a part of my own family, I lost faith in humanity all together. Under Kazama's sleeve he slipped a playing card and began rotating it with both hands to compose himself. [Kazama:] I ..ha...I remember going to see my nephew one morning. His beatiful eyes warmed my soul, I could almost feel...an Angel massage my brain. Such...a pleasant sensation. Though....it was taken away in a heart beat. "Uncle Daniel why did this happen?! I saw the news it's horrible!" How can I explain to my own flesh and blood?! Explain how he saw a report of a prostitute getting stabbed in the street huh?! Through every word Kazama's body language grew increasingly agitated! [Kazama:] These eyes became open to everything this fucking life wanted to throw! I read all them reports, I thought how fucked up this World has to be?! HUH! Was anyone there to explain?! "Child rapist let off with a CAUTION!" "Unemployed drug addicts have children for more benefits!" "Soldier killed in city after leave from Afghanistan!" Hey! When soliders die or a man is killed do they make a front cover?! No! Who gives a fuck about a celebrity? Why do their stories hold more value than a squad being blown up by a road side bomb in defending our right to live as we do?! Behind the scenes the production crew looked on shocked, Kazama paid consideration to their stunned response and gradually calmed down...slightly. [Kazama:] I asked them questions. Oh..boy did I ask them questions. Want to know where it left me? In a bar drinking Jack Daniels every night until I was blind.....blind from this World, blind from this hollow existence! Kazama's expression quickly changed as he beckoned the camera to draw closer. [Kazama:] One night I stumbled onto the rail road track. Nothing to lose, I wanted out of it. Family numbers were dropping like stock, oppertunities as common as truthful politicians and faith I had none. I was sick of everything....I WAS SICK AT MYSELF.....As a kid I thought I would handle anything! I WAS ASHAMED! I WANTED OUT!!! That night I planned to cease. But ..... something made me realise. Delving into his trouser pocket, Kazama pulled out his cell phone with a innocent grin smeared across his face. [Kazama:] As the train came along, my Nephew rang my phone. The moment he called my name, I came to realise all that I needed to be shown. Drenched head to toe in the rain and telling your nephew your just walking home while...acting sober was the last act of shamefulness I intend to experience in this life time. Kazama slowly rose to his feet [Kazama:] Good men are a dime a dozen. I realised that nothing changes in this World and Id allow that to continue in taking myself out of the game. In a society that worships bad men I vowed that fateful night that I would make my difference! That I would become the hero that my nephew looks up to me for! "Why?" You may ask?! OCW you given me the oppertunity, you given me the drive to make my family proud and to fight back to the sickening bullshit we see each and every day. I vowe to be a role model and to fight for the "Good man" Kazama swipes the towel from his head with passion burning in his eyes. [Kazama:] I fight for the soldier that believes in a better tomorrow! I fight for the dad who works his ass off in a 12 hour shift and unquestionably has the heart to take his kid to baseball practice every single time! I fight for that kid at home who says a prayer and asks for NOTHING! You good people are what I fight for from this day forward! Im no liar, im no cheat! With my blood, my sweat and my tears I will engrave a message, that the good people in this World will finally get their recognition! Nice guys may finish last....but im changing the fucking track! My name is Kazama, The Prince of Aces. In this Kingdom I'll make our own luck.

http://www.ocwfed.net/recapshow/riot/newriotlogo.gif An edition of Online Champonship Wrestling broadcast of RIOT blazes onto the television screens throughout the globe. A couple minute introduction displays right before the pyrotechnics explodes up from titantron and illuminate the stage. Straight after the eye pleasing demonstration the noice from the crowd bellowed through the camera. The atmosphere in the arena was nothing short of excitement. Camera circled across searching fans reactions and concluded by a straight shot of the ring. Within the ring laid a red carpet laid across the canvas with a leather chair and desk assembled. Intrigue began to fill the air as everyone aaited for the opening segment. Taking spectators by suprise the titantron erupted an unfamiliar superstar's theme. All eyes were directed center stage to witness Kazama passing through the curtain. Kazama was dressed in a smart and formal fashion. With a microphone at hand and briefcase in the other, he proceeded down the ramp. On his way down to the ring he barely acknowledged the fans screaming for his attention. The crowd gradually got the impression of this wrestlers arrogance and boo's slowly stirred up. Trekking in the steel steps, Kazama wiped his shoes along the apron before entering the ring. Kazama took a couple moments to scan around his surroundings. Growing a smirk on his face he slammed his briefcase on the table and parched his backside on the smooth leather chair. [Fans:] Booooooooooooooooo! The negativity only brightened Kazamas smile, he found fans reacted very funny and decided to provoke further more by placing his feet on the table. [Fans:] BOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Kazama swiftly pulled his feet back kill booing so he had the audiences attention to speak his mind. Placing the microphone to his mouth Kazama addressed OCW's many paying customers. [Kazama:] Guess who's back! [Fans:] Booooooooooooooo! [Kazama:] *laughs* Never a dull moment with you guys huh? I got ta tell ya this company is just as they said. "Welcome to the big time" everyone told me that when I arrived here today. I guess those people don't know who the hell I am.... Using his free arm, Kazama opened his briefcase to reveal a DVD case and raised it above his head for the World to see. Camera quickly zoomed at the case to get a clear picture. http://i49.tinypic.com/j9r8nk.jpg [Kazama:] This is Diversity! Released last year on DVD by my former employers. Anyone who wants to know just who the hell I am, heres your answer. You see some of you hardcore OCW enthusiasts think Im a kid who broke into the business. Your very very wrong.... [Fans:]Who are ya?! Who are ya?! Who are ya?! [Kazama:] Then theres....the people who are all about wrestling. Those who hide in the safety of their parents basement. Same people that tracked my career from the get go. Bet it made your day hearing about my OCW contract signing, bet it broke the schedule of you visiting facebook to veiw your depressing life, your myspace account to see your old class mates do better than you and your all important wrestling "spoiler site". [Fans:] You suck! You suck! You suck! [Kazama:] Oh really? I suck? I have a six figure salary, I wear expensive suites and I am recognised across the globe. Kazama left his seat to stroll across the perimeter of the canvas showinf off his suite to those at ringside [Kazama:] So you dont suck? How do I stop? Shall I get a seat with the rest of you, sit there looking dumb and devour my own bodyweight in pop corn? Oh I'll happily suck! [Fans:] Kaz sucks *claps* Kaz sucks *claps* [Kazama:] Please continue, I like to amuse the simple minded.... Im sure most of you are familiar with refunds? Yeah whenever your disatisfied with a product, the availability of getting the money back is a legality. Well in your case the money would be from somone else where seeing how most of you have probably never worked a day in your life.... [Fans:] BOOOOOOOOOO! [Kazama:] Im about to change those boo's into cheers and ovations. Now that Kazama is in Online Championship Wrestling you will be introduced to the opposition of refunding. When you see me competing every chance I see fit, you'll feel that the quality is above the ticket price. I encourage all of you right here to walk up to the ticket office and donate a 100% tip! The arena falls under an awkward silence [Kazama:] Its only a matter of time before I step in this squared circle to compete. That ticket price wont match on the kind of star power that ill bring to the table! Think about it, with me your certified to see the best wrestling in the world, ill make your life a little more meaningful as you watch how great mine progresses and most of all ill provide the stories for you to tell your grand kids someday! Hahahahahaha [Fans:] ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! Amongst the abuse Kazama takes a relaxed breathe and absorbs the attention with glea in his eyes. Without warning a smile transfers into an expression of determination and passion [Kazama:] ALRIGHT LISTEN UP AND LISTEN GOOD! Business is why im here and business is what I intend to do. OCW gave me a lucarative deal to take it to the next level and believe me...ill do that. My name has circulated in numerous promotions, its time its set it stone in the biggest promotion of them all. Without emotion Kazama pulled out a single playing card out of his briefase. The card was a personalised ACE card in purple. Kazama glanced at the card while speaking... [Kazama:] Industrys are like a deck of cards. Royalty conquers. There is a King & Queen of Pop, a King of Rock n Roll, A King of the Ring and me.....Kazama......THE PRINCE OF ACES! All of a sudden the card burst into flames, leaving the arena in disbelief. At a relax pace Kazama left the ring and retired backstage. No further negativity eminated from the fans for they still had a hard time deciphering what they just witneesed.

Thanks guys Feel free to add me on Xbox Live. Amorist is my Gamertag Ill churn some more rps out, for the time being I need to rp while I create my character. Repurchasing a copy of Smackdown vs Raw tomorrow so will make a start.

Introduction: Online Championship Wrestling management instructed Matt Lamonicka to orchestrate an internet update to introduce the fans to a potential acquisition which would be later uploaded on the website if the superstar in question signed a deal. With a camera crew in his tracks, Matt ventured to the OCW Headquarters to meet this individual as he was scheduled in a meeting with Human Resources. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The pristine clean hallways of the OCW Headquarters had its tranquil silence disturbed as the sound of hasted footsteps bellowed down the lobbies. A late interview and an exhausted camera crew charged through the building at breakneck speed. All of a sudden they stop in their tracks at the sight of a well dressed gentlemen talking on his cell phone, outside the human resources office. Before they confront the man, they begin planning at an ear shot distance. [Matt Lamonicka:] Ok fellas you ready?! [Camera man:] *huff* *puff* Nearly giv me a sec! *weeze* [supervisor:] I tell ya what this guy better sign on the dotted line, ive got a stitch! [Matt Lamonicka:] Don’t be such a baby! [supervisor:] Oh yeah im the baby! I aint the guy who jumped in the lift before we could get too it! [Matt Lamonicka:] And? The exercise will do you some good…. [Camera man:] Dude shut up, have you ever tried to hurl this equipment up ten flights of stairs? [Matt Lamonicka:] Lets not lose sight of the job at hand…ok? The camera man and the supervisor stared at one another with a dumbfounded look [Matt Lamonicka:] Jeez guys it was justa joke! Here hows this? We finish up here and I’ll buy ya a drink, eh? [Camera man:] yeah great, maybe the alcohol will take the pain out of the back of my knee caps…. [Matt Lamonicka:] That’s the spirit! [supervisor:] SSSH! Whos that guy over there talking to anyway? Their attention was drawn down the corridor where the gentlemen was in a formal conversation on his cell phone. [Gentlemen:] Yes and I understand that, I really do. The question is, can that clause bite me in the arse or not? [Camera man:] Hes British? [Matt Lamonicka:] SSSSSHHHH! [supervisor:] SSSH! The gentlemen turned back at the three men with an annoyed expression smeared across his face. He swiftly turned his back to them in order to continue his conversation undisturbed [Gentlemen:] Oh that? Don’t worry about it, some employees are just messing around. Anyway they showed me the figures….it’s a little under what we expected…..by how much? About thirty thousand dollars roughly….so what should I do? Aha…yeah….ok I get you….oh that’s pretty clever…yeah Hahahaha [Matt Lamonicka:] Alright here we go. You grab your stupid clipboard and you pick up that camera Shrek! I want to be drinking a Budweiser fairly fucking soon so lets got! The three men casually strolled up to the gentlemen while giving him enough room to pace backwards and forwards as he continued his phone call. Matt caught the gentlemen’s attention with a wave but was responded with an index finger indicated to wait. Then Matt decided a second attempt and quietly asked: [Matt Lamonicka:] pssst ive been asked to interview you so please hurry up…. A look of dismay was the result of Matt’s request. The gentlemen concluded his conversation briefly [Gentlemen:] sorry something has just came up. Yehuh, got it, when I head back in the meeting ill tell her that, ok bub-bye Once the call had ended, a tense atmosphere suddenly emanated by the unknown gentlemen. [Matt Lamonicka:] Hey my name is Matt Lamonicka and I am an interview for OCW. [Gentlemen:] I know who you are and its very nice to mee- [Matt Lamonicka:] Yeah yeah just look at the camera and pretend to be tough big guy! [Gentlemen:] Excuse me?! [Camera man:] 3-2-1 Go! With a microphone at hand Matt goes straight into the interview without remotely responding to the gentlemen’s confusion, even with a glimpse [Matt Lamonicka:] Hello there wrestling fans it is I Matt Lamonicka bringing you a very special update here today. Standing by I have by my side a superstar that you WILL be seeing in the squared circle. Judging by his dress sense, I think fashion consulting will be his best offence. [supervisor:] *Bursts into laughter* [Matt Lamonicka:] One has to wonder what place this perhaps former pen pusher has in the wrestling industry. Maybe we’ll see this guy sparkle more than World title does. [Camera man:] *giggles* [Matt Lamonicka:] OCW fans you cannot expect this guy to lace up his boots, more than likely he’ll be too busy choosing the champs! Before a blink of an eye the gentlemen snatched the microphone from Matt with ferocity. An unexpected smirk was painted on the gentlemen’s face as he was about to have his own say [Gentlemen:] Do you think that’s funny?! Do you? [Matt Lamonicka:] Well I.. I… I… [Gentlemen:] Yu-you-you you what?! [Matt Lamonicka:] Ok Ok Ok I get where your coming from, relax…. [Gentlemen:] You stand there, look stupid and watch as I announce myself! Those OCW fans want to know a bit about me? My skills have been showcased across the globe but the same questions have haunted me throughout my career. “Why havent you had a run in the OCW?” “Can you make it in the OCW?” “Are you in OCW’s league?” [Matt Lamonicka:] I can answer that it’s a - [Gentlemen:] Just stand there, be quite and look gullable ok?! [Matt Lamonicka:] Ok ok ok! [Camera man:] Dude stop trying to piss the guy off [Gentlemen:] Those questions you fans just couldn’t resist to ask could you? One night I called my lawyer, arranged a meeting like here today and then something hit me. They speak to me about profits, entertainment, value and the impact I’ll have on this entire company! The very moment the contract was drafted, I knew I hold them in the palm of my hand! [Matt Lamonicka:] You think your above us? [Gentlemen:] Oh your not a bright one are you? My career has been very profitable and the jump to OCW is a secured venture financially. Actually wait …. I have a question for you…. [Matt Lamonicka:] No need to ask, these trousers are not the latest fashion…. [Gentlemen:] Do you know the difference between a smart guy and an annoying pest? [Matt Lamonicka:] No wha- Without warning the Gentlemen punched Matt Lamonicka that sent him hurtling backwards and instantly knocked out as the back of his head hit the ground [Gentlemen:] Hey Camera man! The Gentlemen approached the camera man only to follow him as he slowly retreated in fear. Before he could get very far, the gentlemen pulled out a bundle of money and slapped it in the palm of his hand [Gentlemen:] Do me a favour take a snap shot, print him a copy and write “The difference is three feet” As Matt laid unconscious the Gentlemen stood over him while searching through his pockets to retrieve a golden pen. With a pen at hand, the Gentlemen wrote his signature across the forehead of the incapacitated interviewer. His signature read “Kazama” Kazama calmly placed his pen in his top pocket, stepped over the interviewers carcass and entered the office. The last thing heard on the camera before it faded to black was Kazama screaming upon entering the office [Kazama:] SO WHAT ABOUT THAT SIX FIGURE SALARY