Adversity

[Kazama]

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.

[K.Dangelo]

That's some good stuff! Way to go Kaz!

[Kazama]

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