The Man!


SIN Role-Play Number: 42(42)
Current Match: Versus Zimdela Brudon ,Hardcore Title Match
Current Record: 6 wins -10 lossess -Draw 000
Pro Wrestling Achievements: Former Frontier Martials Arts Wrestling Champion

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!


Fade up the Sin Wrestling logo.

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 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.

I remember a time, a time long ago when I truly felt free. As free as the birds look in the sky when they are soaring to whatever their destination maybe. I remember a time when I felt like the predator, the one on top of the food chain. I was hunting everyone else, they were merely trying to avoid me. They'd see me coming and run, run as fast as their legs could carry them. But it was never fast enough, cause while I flew towards them at incredible speed, it never mattered how fast on land they were. I was as close to the high and mighty as you could be in an industry. Nobody could get in my way, cause I was destined to be at the top. I was destined to be the one to rule over others. I was destined to be worshipped, destined to be the very best. And I reached it, I reached that moment when I was above you all. I was above everyone in the world that I knew existed. There was nobody who could beat me. I was the reigning king, leaving an unforgettable legacy for you all to remember. Setting up my dynasty, something I along with anyone else in the business would tell their kids about. My name would become the stuff of legends. That was how it was always meant to be.

I am only mortal however. I am not a godly creature, I am not blessed with immortality. I feel pain, I feel the same burning sensation on my skin, that any other man will feel when he is being burned. I feel the same concern, when I get sent from the top of a rampway, through a blazing table that any other man would feel. And as I watched the lifeless body of Sabu, fall from the third cage, slowly as if he was never truly going to reach the bottom, as he arms flailed around I felt the same thing any man with compassion would feel. Part of me felt concern, worry for this man I had sent tumbling to the earth below. And as his body crashed, not only did I gasp in shock of what had just happened, like the rest of the world. For a split second I lost my breath, it escaped me. I felt like I was going to follow him down to the mat below. I felt every single memorable moment of pain as he hit that mat. Every moment of pain I had ever been subjected too.

Falling through a blazing table.

Tortured before being run over with a car.

Tied up, and tortured for playing the hero.

Body crushed because of being a threat.

Electrocuted for being a Champion.

Labeled for life, for stealing another spot light.

All these moments came back to me. They all came rushing back. All these reasons, that caused me unbearable amounts of pain. I suffered because of foolish egos. But I knew what I was getting myself into, and this is the world I choose to live in. Can I blame Onita for sending a then green Sid through a blazing table? Can I blame Takayama and Kuroda for destroying my chances at retaining my title? Can I blame Onita for seeking revenge by firing me? Can I blame Supreme for fearing me enough to risk my very life? Or Vader for sending insanely high amounts of voltage through my body, to send a message? I can't blame any of them, and I got my revenge. Even being branded like an animal by my own stable mates, having a scar that has stayed with me all my life, I cannot blame them. This is the business I am in. This is what I have to be ready for. And I used to be just as ruthless.

And while all this pain shot through me, a jolt from the past. I could sense that part of me. That part of me that was smiling with a child like glee. Watching him fall, watching his body smack into the mat in an unhealthy fashion. Part of me was jumping for joy. And I tried to suppress it! Because for so long I've tried to keep that part of me, hidden, locked away. I feared what it would do to others. I feared what I might cause to happen. The fact is I've been living in fear. I've become something that I despised. By trying to better myself I've become an individual that lives in fear of himself. I don't fear any man but me! I don't fear anything but me.

I've done some crazy shit in my life. But that's when I felt most alive. When I was the one in total control, total power. When I dominated! The man that I used to be, wouldn't have got cut off like I did, and have my victories stolen from me.

This world is my playground and my battle begins.. like pawn I am in his plans. In his ever going game. How many times, have you even seen a pawn single handily take out the higher ranked. Never, the pawns are used and abused. Sent out as mere sacrifices, to protect the more intriguing and treasured pieces. But time has shifted and this pawn, will no longer stand still. It shall move forward and rebel.. this pawn will single handily bring end to game that one man seems to believe he controls. Bu he controls no mans faith, for we don't even control our own dear faith...

It's time for a return, a comeback to the Wrestling World. It's time for a whole different group of people to witness a phenomenon. It's time that I stopped playing games with myself, and just let myself be. Let myself be what I was born to be. What I was brought up to be. Instead of being what I feel I should be! I'm not perfect, and it's time I stopped trying to be the perfect individual. It's time I stop being the clean cut, noble and heroic good guy. It's time to be who I truly am.

Since the beginning of time, man has sought to understand the unimaginable, to shake hands with the intangible.. this Sunday, they wills eek to do it again. Trying to understand, asking them self how, why.. could it be? I will defy all laws, all nature and show the world a miracle.. how they world is believes in me. They think I cannot do it. How the people have already chosen, saying I stand no chance against you Zimdela Brudon... they must be mistakened.. must be lost and misguided.. for I will come and bring the war to you.

I will be making a statement, an impact...... I will begin to complete my road, take it as it goes along... I have no control over it, but mark my words Zim, I know it is mine, since my birth it has called me, but never listened until it was one day. I rolled over and I woke up! realized what life had in store for me.. for the blood to foe, for the body to become a form of art! Look at the scars, the bruises, the piercing, the tattoos... I am the symbolic art form of pain and agony.. one thought Jesus Christ sacrificed life for this world.. I sacrifice mine, just to life for my calling. The reason I was put on this earth... I will fight till my death, to complete it.. I will do the unthinkable, I will go through who I must and do what I have to.. this is not promise.. this is reality I am telling you, this is the future for which this world will see.

You can swear until your the heavens hear you, until the deaf acknowledge you. But it won't.. make a difference..

I've been given what I deserve. I've been given a chance that I will take. No mercy will be shown , cause what we are fighting for is rightfully mine.

So beat and batter me with barbwires, all you want. Beat me until your heart is content. Break my Bones.. shed the blood and try to turn me into a defenseless man. Lay in the submission holds, and beat me with with the foreign objects. But victory will not be yours... survive I shall.. happy, you will not be. For no matter hard you try I will continue to tick...

I will continue to rise back up , and fight until victory is mine.. suffering is like second nature to me... so bring your torture, bring your wrath, and play in My world... feel what i Feel... but Zim.. victory will not be yours... it will not be draped upon you.. for I will not let it...

For Though The world around me is slowly tumbling, the one thing that remains strong is my desire to become The Hardcore Champion of Sin Wrestling.
I was washing my hands when the entire hotel seemed to explode around me. I hit the floor out of pure instinct, drawing my weapon from my shoulder holster as I dove for cover. It took me a few moments to realize I hadn’t been hit, and a few more after that to realize there weren’t even any bullets coming toward me. They sounded so close, though. Too close. I checked my magazine to make sure it was loaded, wondering what in the hell had erupted. My mind locked up. There was a lot of unrest in the area, but so far no one had taken any action. I couldn’t understand it. I’d just gotten married after nearly a decade of dating hell, and now the mafia were getting uneasy? Then the gunfire started dying down and I heard started hearing the screams, but only for a second. A second wave of shots erupted, closer than the first.

"returning fire."

I scrambled to my feet, suddenly unable to find the ground below me. I forgot about the slick shoes I wasn’t used to wearing, slipped, fell, and nearly busted my skull on the sink. The harder I tried to get up, the harder it was for me to find my footing. I finally did, but only by sheer force of will. I bolted out of the bathroom, splintering the flimsy door on its hinges, and ran like a man possessed through the halls back to the lobby, where everybody was. Nobody was shooting anymore, but that wasn’t what scared me. After a shootout, silence is the most frightening thing you can hear. You never know if they’re dead or retreating, or coming in closer for a second attack to polish off the survivors. I was terrified, but then Brianne started screaming and suddenly I didn’t care anymore. All I could hear was her, and all I cared about was getting to her, damn whoever got hurt and God help whoever stood in my way.

I reached the lobby, where everybody had been having such a good time only a few moments ago. Almost everybody was on the floor. Blood was everywhere, I’d never seen so much in my life, and the sight of all of it, and all of the bodies on top of it made me sick. I stumbled over one of the bodies, the guitar player from the band, and went flying. I wound up sliding across the blood-slick floor like a baseball player sliding for home. I couldn’t control myself, I tried to put my hands out to stop myself, but the floor was too wet, and I kept sliding. The only reason I stopped was because I slammed into a pile of bodies. I screamed, one of the few times in my life I remembered screaming in absolute terror. I scrambled back on my hands and feet, stumbling over another body. I couldn’t get away from them. Everywhere I looked, that was all I could see, a trail of bodies and blood that never ended, and somewhere in the middle of it all was my daughter screaming.

I tried to get to my feet, but someone grabbed me from behind and held me down. I was completely out of my head by that point, screaming gibberish, trying to get to Rosalind, and I don’t know how I didn’t kill him. I had no idea who had me, and I fought to throw him off with the intent to kill. It was one of them--one of whoever had done this. They’d seen me alive and they were going to finish what they’d started and I couldn’t let that happen because I had to get to my daughter.

Whoever he was, he knew my name. He kept shouting it at me. Sid!

It was Flame, I realized, but I didn’t care. Brianne was so close to me, and all I could think about was getting to her. I don’t know how he did it, but he held me down. I tried to throw him off, I had to get to her, but he wouldn’t let me go. He kept shouting my name, kept telling me to calm down, but I wouldn’t, I couldn’t, until I found Brianne. God, why wasn’t Arlene going to her? She should have had her arms around her by now, rocking her, telling her everything would be okay. Why couldn’t I find either one of them?

"Then I felt my daughter’s hands in my hair."

I turned around, nearly falling over again, seeing Brianne in Flame’s arms. He was holding onto her for dear life, all the while trying not to crush her while he was trying to calm me down. He had her head pressed to his chest so she couldn’t see anything, but she’d caught a glimpse of me and I was all she wanted. I tried to take her from him, but Flame wouldn’t give her up. He held onto her, locking his arms tighter around her once he got me to calm down. I wanted her, but he wouldn’t let me take her. He kept telling me to look at myself, and even though I did, I didn’t see the blood that covered almost every inch of me. All I saw was her, my baby girl wanting me, and me unable to get to her. He kept telling me she was okay, that everything was over and she was okay. After that, after he kept telling me she was fine, I started to believe him, because she really was safer with him than she was with me. That’s when I realized what kind of shape I was in. I stood up, dripping in blood that wasn’t my own and belonged to too many people to name. I told Flame to hold on to her, to make sure she was still okay. I had to find Arlene. Brianne needed her mother, she’d started screaming for her mother and I had to find her.

I started staggering around, calling her name. Nobody answered. Something was wrong. Something was so wrong for her not be answering either one of us, her husband or her daughter. Arly! I screamed her name as loud as I could. Arly! She still didn’t answer me. No wonder, I realized after a moment, she hated being called Arly. So I started shouting Arlene, but she still didn’t answer me.

"Then I saw her."

I saw the train of her gown, the one she’d picked up only a few hours before the wedding. At first, I thought she was okay, so I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t answering me. Then I saw the red that stained her gown, all the way down to the train. It was blood, and there was too much of it. One of the bullets had torn straight through her heart and she’d probably died instantly, but I couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t. We’d just gotten married. This was our reception. No one got killed at their own wedding reception. I had loved her so much for so long, and we had Brianne, and Brianne needed her, and she couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t be. She wasn’t dead. She wasn’t. But she was. Her eyes were still open, and they looked right up into mine, but the blinding sparkle that had been in them the first time I’d ever laid eyes on her was gone. Her mouth was open, she had to have been screaming for me to help. She knew what I did for a living, she knew the risks, but she’d never thought anything would happen to her. She’d never thought she’d be hurt. And neither had I.

"But she was."

So was O'Connor. Arelene's head was in his lap, and he was doubled over on top of her. The gunshot that had hit him had blown him back across the wall, but I knew what had happened. He’d tried to throw himself on top of her to protect her. He’d tried to knock her down, to keep her safe, but he’d gotten his head blown off in vain. My wife was dead, so was one of my best friends, and I hadn’t done a damn thing to help them. I stood over them both with a loaded gun in my hand and I hadn’t gotten one shot off in effort to save their lives.

"I killed them."

I gasped as fingers gently brushed my cheek. Charly gently turned my face. I didn’t want to look away from my spot on the carpet, there was something so comforting about pretending there was no one else around me. But she tilted my head until I had no choice but to look at her.

"How’d you kill them?"

I grabbed her by the shoulders, unable to take one more word. "Haven’t you been listening to me?" I forced her backwards, throwing her off balance and sending her sprawling onto her back. "I killed them!" I shouted, climbing to my feet, hovering over her. "Do you hear me? I fucking killed them!"

She stared up at me, her lower lip quivering, very close to tears. I’d scared the hell out of her. I’d probably hurt her when I’d practically thrown her backwards. "You didn’t kill anybody," she said, barely able to find her voice.

I broke. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor, bracing myself with my hands to keep from collapsing on top of her. The tears came so quickly that I couldn’t even try to stop them. My arms quivered as Charly scrambled to crawl out from under me. They gave way as she freed herself and I dropped to a helpless heap in the middle of the floor, wanting to know nothing but my own misery, wanting to be where I deserved to be. Dead. Buried next to my wife. I should have died with her. I should have died instead of her. But I’d killed her. She was dead and I wasn’t and everything was so damned fucked up because of it.

"Sid?" Charly. I still hadn’t scared her off. What was it going to take to get rid of her? I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to be alone. I wanted to find my razor and finish what I’d started.

"You didn’t kill her," she said. "You didn’t kill your wife. Don’t hold yourself accountable for their deaths because you survived."

I tried to shake my head, but couldn’t. I was too damned exhausted. I was too damned broken.

"You didn’t know what was going to happen," she continued.

"Doesn’t matter," I managed to say, unable to raise my head from the carpet. "She still died."

"Did you put a gun to her head?" she asked.


"Did you pull the trigger?"

"No," I said again. "But --"

"You didn’t kill her," she repeated.

"I was supposed to protect her."

She placed her hand on my shoulder and gently rubbed the base of my neck. "Then you’d be dead with her, and where would that leave your little girl?"

"The same place she is now," I managed to say. "Living with somebody else and trying to be a normal kid."

"You didn’t kill her," Charly said again, so sincerely that I almost believed her. I wanted so desperately to, even though I knew that every word out of her mouth was a lie.

"It was my fault," I insisted, almost too weak with exhaustion to breathe. Silence fell between us and seemed to drag on to eternity. My mind took the opportunity to try to reconcile itself with my body, which seemed to have given up on me completely. "I’m sorry," I said, speaking to her, not my dead wife.

"For what?"

I tried to look up at her, but I was too tired to move. I needed to crawl back into bed and go to sleep for a very long time. I’d finally taken all I could stand. "I’m sorry I shoved you."

"I have three brothers," she said. "I’m used to it."

"No," I shook my head, though it was practically imbedded in the carpet. I managed to open my eyes, barely able to see her through what little vision I had left. She was sitting on the floor beside of me, looking very unsure of what to do. "I don’t do that. I’m sorry."

She looked down at me for a long time, the slightest trace of a sympathetic smile on her lips. "In that case, you’re forgiven," she said, gently squeezing my shoulder. "But if you do it again, I’ll throttle you." She smiled fully, though I knew she wasn’t joking. "Why’d it happen. I mean, it was a wedding reception. Why’d people start shooting?"

"It was all a misunderstanding," I said. "We were down there trying to negotiate the release of some hostages held by a group of Rebel Wiccans. That’s it. Go in, do the job, go home. I didn’t think there’d be any trouble. There was a lot of drug trafficing going on in the area, but I never even thought about that. We weren’t there to deal with them, but they saw a lot of foreigners, in weird clothing,running around and assumed the worst. They hit us before we could hit them, even though we weren’t even after them."

"What happened to them?"

I was surprised she asked, but not the least bit reluctant to answer her. "We went back a few weeks later and blew their operation to fucking bits."

"Feel good?"

"The streets ran red with blood and for one of the few times in my life, I was truly happy."

"You’re a sadist."

"They killed my wife," I said without remorse. "I wanted every last one of them to bleed, and I wanted it to hurt." I shifted, trying to pull my good arm out from under me before it went numb beyond recovery. She gave my shoulder a gentle push and, with her assistance, I managed to wind up on my side.