Prologue: When I Was Born..I Was Born The Man!..And When You Step on That Apron Your Ass Becomes Part of The Game That I'm The Man In!
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In any profession, whether it be athletic or educational, police work or criminal, there will always be one person that stands out above all else. That one man will set the standard that all others will be held to and more often than not, that standard will never be met.
"I AM..... THE MAN!!"
To be compared to the likes of Hulk Hogan or Ric Flair can be one man's greatest achievement. Meant as a compliment, to the best of the best, it is an insult. In the mind of the best, there is no comparison. There is no one on their level and there never will be. It becomes the career of the best to remain the best, to hold off the top of the mountain and fight away all those who seek to claim it as their own. To fight back the threat of elevation for all they are worth.
The theory of elevation is a myth creamed over by internet fan boys. No matter who is on top, the complaints about lack of elevation are evident. For years, they will scream that a man deserves a world championship push and when he receives it, he immediately becomes public enemy number one and another up and comer takes his place as the internet golden boy. Because of the lack of elevation, the fans coined the term "glass ceiling," meaning that the mid-carders could look up through the glass ceiling and see the main event but could never quite reach it. Constantly bumping their heads into the ceiling with no sign of it giving in.
Sid was never the internet golden boy.
Sid made his presence known in Noah Japan for the first time.Immediately upon Entering NOAH, began an intense feud with Kenta Kobashi...Whom he Defeated In an incredible Semifinal match for the NOAH Championship.He eventually went to the finals of the NOAH championship,but lost to Ikuto Hidaka
Although Sitting around and relaxing after his loss, had its perks,this did not suit the self-proclaimed "Man." It was time to return to Wrestling and claim the one belt that should've been his from the beginning. Sid made his appearence in FMW, made his intentions known, and crushed Hisakatsu Oya in his first match .
Sid made the challenge to Hayabusa,and made the promise that the FMW's Show at the Tokyo Egg Dome would be the site where a new Champion would be crowned. Sid and Hayabusa wrestled an epic match, lasting upwards of forty minutes, before Sid hit the Death Trap and put the legendary performer's other foot in the grave, staking claim to his first world championship. "The Man" had finally reached the pinnacle of his career, 5 years of struggling in Pro Wrestling paying off once and for all. Sid's career was riding high .
And then it all came crashing down.
Atushi Onita took over FMW from Hayabusa and his first act of business was to strip all champions of their titles with the intention of crowning new ones later in the night. Sid didn't agree with this method and refused to take part. He threw down the FMW Heavyweight championship and walked away for what he thought would be forever.
Onita failed. FMW was broken. Hayabusa returned to pick up the pieces and announced that forty-five men would do battle in the main event of a PPV entitled Brawl for all . Forty-five men would do battle and one man would walk out with the Frontier Martials arts Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. After his first reign had ended so suddenly, Sid had to show them that they made a mistake by robbing him of his championship. He entered himself in the match. Everyone immediately wrote him off as hype. A man FMW had washed out before he could become washed up. Many heralded Komazawa Olympic Park Gym as the place where a new contender would step up and take the crown. Veteran, hungry superstars the Likes of Vicious Vic Grimes,Stan"the Lariat"Hansen And Big Van Vader came from all over to try their hand in the main event.
In one match, Sid climbed the ladder to the very top of Frontier Martial arts Wrestling. Eliminating wrestler after wrestler after wrestler until he was the last man standing.His mask broken,blood staining his features, Sid eliminated The Sadistic ECw Legend Sabu to win the FMW championship for the second time.
Forty-four other men came from all over the world to win the title and "The Man" turned every single one of them away as if they were children playing a man's game. Sid showed every single one of them exactly why he was the man to beat. Sid established once and for all that he has broken through that glass ceiling
And now With Sid firmly back in place, panicked. The wrestlers were threatening to quit if something wasn't done about the living, breathing, ass kicking machine known to many as Sid"The Man"Frankenstein. People were getting concussions left and right thanks to Sid and his arsenal of Ring side Weapons, until one night, Hayabusa pulled the trigger that would almost kill Sid's once and for all.
The match was for the FMW World Championship. Sid versus Mr. Gannosuke versus Mammoth Sasaki. Sid dealt out punishment left and right, taking advantage of them like they were first match rookies until Willy "Hido" Takayama and Tetsuhiro Kuroda arrived at ringside on the orders of Hayabusa, distracting Sid long enough for Gannosuke to sneak a pin on Sasaki to steal the world championship.
Sid cornered Ganosuke,Takayama and Kuroda and his ensuing revenge was so fierce, so brutal, so very, very awe inspiring, that Hayabusa had no choice but to Fire Sid before lives were lost.
For nearly three years, the wrestling world had continued on without Sid and the wrestlers have let out a sigh of relief. Elevation has occurred in his absence and new stars have been born. It wasn't until Sin Wrestling opened its doors that Sid decided it was time to make another impact. In a promotion ruled by Corey Page,Sid felt it was his duty to show them what real talent was like.
After sitting back and watching the business evolve without him, he decided that it was time to return, to show the up and comers that they are not the Man.
Have you looked inside yourself .. in the mirror .. and have you seen the devil staring back at you? Zim.. you couldn't get the job you done. You couldn't END me, Zim! YOu came close .. within an inch, maybe closer .. maybe as close as a man could ever GET .. but I'm still alive. I'm still breathing. And without a doubt in my mind, I'm a burning fear inside your stomach!
I'm a man of my word, zim. I KEEP my promises .. and my promise to you, is that you'll NEVER succeed in ending the hardocre icon which is .. Sid .. Frankenstein. Never. Not today, not tomorrow and not this Sunday. I'm a rash on your body you can't find a cure for; I CAN'T BE ERASED OUT OF THIS BUSINESS, AND I CAN'T BE ERASED FORM YOUR MIND! .. I'm a LIVING nightmare .. and for as long as I possibly can, until The man finally breaks down into a million pieces .. then I will continue to live the nightmare. Continue to haunt you every time you lay your head down to sleep and CONTINUE to dethrone your status as being the SICKEST son of a BITCH to ever lay foot in a squared circle.
In Japan Zim, I didn't just fight to win. I fought to survive. I fought to preserve my body to the best ability I could, just as so I could have enough in myself to do it the following week. Why? To provide for The fans entertainment?..NO! .. JUST .. so I could do it ALL over again. Do you have any idea, any humanly idea as to what that means? I had to drag my body .. across the nation, every week, for the sole purpose of being able to survive. .. but make no mistake about it, the pain I've endured has been all worth it for this Sunday Night. ALL worth it, just to see you crumble down like a cookie. It's worth EVERY minute of pain, EVERY second of EVERY tear .. and it's worth ANY and EVERY pain I've ever been faced with. The time has come for
Sid"The Man"Frankenstein .. to achieve one LAST goal.
It revolves around you, Zim...it's about you. ALL YOU.But don't jump before the gun, Zim. I won't allow myself to under estimate you. Not in your wildest dreams. Though - if you ARE what you indeed say you are .. and if you're really Hardcore then I beg of you .. show me it one more time. Show me the pain once again ; SHOW me how you play, because I've never been shy to bleed. God knows, I've suffered since the very day I was born .. whether that be during my childhood, or whether that be from the time I've begun professional wrestling. Un-like you, I've PAID my dues. I've SUFFERED enough - but one more time,Zimdela.. ONE MORE TIME .. JUST for you .. I'll go through hell.
I'll put my body,and my MIND, through that devastating suffering. I haven't forgot where I've come from, have you? I haven't forgotten the scars from Japan, or the enternal dents in my HEAD . Just like I haven't forgot Impulse- I remember it. I remember it all too well, a hell of a night. A NIGHT THAT I CAN'T, AND WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET! Because it was at Impulse where i lost PRIDE. Where you RIPPED me of my dignity, and sent me home with NOTHING. NOTHING! I have'nt forgotten, ZimNot the slightest, and for that memory .. I will tarnish your mind and your soul, much like you tarnished the souls of my family. Impulse- you and the Sentinels WILL see yourself up against an entire different case of madness. A Man that once lived all those years ago in Japan .. he's coming for you .. and the one ambition to eliminate you for good, FOREVER - will be achieved.
I ask of you Zim,to throw away your image of being hostile. Throw it away and come to Impulse as you really are. I know I'll be that sadistic son of a bitch that striked fear into all eyes some years ago. What about you? Will you be at your best? Or at your worst? I can't explain to you the anticipation running through my veins. I know it's the last time .. but I also know you're a final obstacle. One which disgraced me , one which I seek to inflict revenge on .. for the man you see right now, isn't like The Doctor. Or even Ultimate fuego.I don't fear anyone, or even make an attempt at a mirror image of Austin Powers .. and The man doesn't need to dish off cheap pops in order to please the fans. I've pleased them enough; I've sent them home every night of my life with something to come back for. I've left my mark on this business, as being a sadistic bastard.
As being a man like no other, but have you? Have you left an impact, which can be compared to the one I've made? For your sake, I hope you're ready. I know I'm ready. I was born to be ready, as you were born to be wired.
We all serve a purpose on the land we live on. Mine used to be hurting people and enjoying it . I did that. I've earned my break; I've earned my peace .. but i can't rest peacefully without knowing how this one ends. Do you go on, or do I? I can't close my eyes at night without KNOWING that I made you my final sacrifice, but I can only hope and prey for these final few nights that you bring to the table all you claim to have. I need you to. I want you to SHOW me the pain one more time, SHOW me the torture one more time .. and LIVE up to your expectations, because I know I will. I know this is the Monster you're dying to see, dying to beat .. so TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT! Because I can only guarantee you, it'll be the last shot you take.
New york city was a soul sandwhich.The Sky was gray,the walks were gray,most of the buildings were gray and hi soul was gray.Sid didn't know what reflected what.Was the mirror beneath his feet or above his head?Was the world or the heavens real?Did he he stride on solid ground,or was it drak imaginings?Did it make a difference?
No,it didn't make a difference.
He walked under the chesnut trees,seemingly against the tide of human endeavor.Everyone else seemed to be going in the opposite direction.And why not?It was the end of the working day,and the rain that had been threatening the city in daylight started to spit upon them at dusk.
They rushed from their offices to the nearest entrances of the Metro,which was where Sid had been coming rom.They walked as all Newyorkers did;heads down,collars up,marching.their hands were either clenched around them or alternately holding their hats down and umbrellas up.
Not for them the glory of their city-they had seen it before.they had to live in it.It was often said That it was not a city.It was a world.It was all they knew,so why stare at it?
They didn't notice Sid.He moved among them like a passing cloud.He danced within the ceilings of caps and berets,dodging the stody wingtips as well as the leather pumps.The men's legs were wrapped in regulation brown tweed.The women all had the uniform of white stockings with white dots underneath rustling skirts of every description.
Some of the women did a double takeas the mist that was Sid passed.It was only in their peripheral vision that the image of the harderened face with the souless eyes came into focus.Then he was gone,like so much smoke.It was a game he liked to play with them.
Only one woman,a tall Asian with smooth,creamy,margarine skin and long,blacksilky hair,stopped and stared purposefully at him.She was amused,then frightened,by the way he drifted through the crowd.His expression,though hidden ,was the same as Fred Astaire's when the master danced by himself.Totally relaxed yet totally concentrated.That made her smile.
Her lips sank as his head seemed to come off his body and float down the street against the human traffic.His fists seemed to swing his arms and weave around the people by themselves.And his feet seemed to slip through legs by popping off the ankles,then reaffixing themselves on the otherside.
The Asian girl exhaled in relief.She was not going mad.It was just the way the man was dressed.On his face was a hockey mask.On his hands and feet were gloves and shoes in a matching color.He even wore a plain,long sleeved,black T-shirt.But over and under that was a zippered jacket and pants of gray.
It was a color that blended in with the walls and walks around him.So when he moved from intersection to intersection,his body seemed to wink in and out of existence.He was like a chameleon,literally blending into his his surroundings.
But then the Asian girl was bumped by three of her school friends,who continued giggling and talking.One chastised the Asian for standing out in the rain,then they all swept along with the crowd to the Metro entrance.
Sid waited until they had gone several yards before stopping near the wall and looking after his witness.He decided that she was what she appeared to be,a young,slightly horny student.Rain?he thought.You call this rain?Tears of the gods.Some few drops to commemorate this grand occasion,then on to other worldly things.Sid put the young Asian girl's face out of his mind.
The raindrops came in on sheets of wind,cutting diagonally along the streets.It didn't detract from the city's beauty.In fact it enhanced it.These were streets that were meant to be wet.It added to the further reflection of Sid's gray soul by the time he reached Benny's dinner.Spotting his contact in the dinning room,was certainly no trouble for anyone who cared to look.With the intermittent rain there were only a few people seated beneath the umbrella shaded tables outside the establishment.The man in question sat at the table farthest away,in the corner,next to the front window.He was sippping from a steaming mug and reading a paperback as the waiters buzzed around him,seeking to roll out a plastic awning over a number of green metal supports.
Sid decided to stand outside the restaurant's perimeter to see how long it would take before the man noticed him.
It was a minute and seven seconds.Not bad.Sid just stood as he had been,arms slightly out from his sides,fists clenched,legs apread,when the man looked up,started,then smiled.As Sid separated himself from the mass of oblivious passerbys heading for the underground trains,the man put his book down and stood up as Sid stepped among the tables and made his towards the back as
"How's it been Danny?" 'sid said as he approached,and Danny Laughed