The Man!


Info:

SIN Role-Play Number: Thirty six(36)
Current Match: Versus Tag Team Title Match
Current Record: 5 wins -9 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!



Static.

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 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.



... Once upon a broken child..

The pain...and the suffering...of a childhood lost. An empty swing, an empty promise. A broken dream, a broken home. It's strange, how laughter looks like crying, with no sound & rain drops taste like tears, without the pain. the tortured soul that best reflects the ragged edges of human emotion. One man, his life... nothing but a tangled web.. one must face their demons again & again to try & gain the upper hand yet lose that comeuppance in a never-ending cycle of pain and retribution. Bound by loneliness and self depression. Wallowing in his own depression, he seeks no reaction, no acceptance from any one else but His allies. for his whole life, the course if it all began by a broken heart, shattered by god... no more does he trust or care. about his own well being or the well being of those that stand in his way, that dare to try and bring him further down.

his life, not of the ordinary... but more one, that brings you to tears, brings you to feel sorrow and pity for him. something, he rejects, but yet his own eats at him like a plague, watching, waiting to to hurt him. driven by anger, driven by hate... he seeks to fulfill his calling, his life story. complete the story of his dear suffering life. he sees it as his calling, his purpose of life to be achieve this high stature that others so dearly love...his life has brought him nothing but pain, his path, his calling obstructed and set off course by these events... driven him to become a madman... seeking to find those, with no guidance, no confidence, the out casts and misfits of the world, unit them as one and follow them, like a General ... in the army.. sent out to live by his rules, his every word... not fearing to take on anything.. but those individuals he attaches himself to, end up being the ones that dearly cut and hurt him deeply.. a mind is a complicated thing, something of force, of power... a weapon of sheer havoc and destruction, his mind... one that's brought pain to the world, shed blood and let it flow, like the nile river.. sought out to this world his won personal play ground, his field of horror and misfortune... seeking revenge and total annihilation of anyone and everyone that dare to cross and hurt him... he takes not kindly to betrayal..... he walks his life anyone else,except for his allies... they think they understand him, but they don't, they don't at all..

Walking out in front of those fans is the single most exilerating thing anyone could ever imagine...

No Matter what anybody thinks of me, every time I walk out from the back... on that stage... this power overtakes me weither it be boo's or cheers

I feel like this power that no one else has takes me to the limits making matches that no one could even fathom

Climbing up those steels stairs, getting ready to talk, or fight is a huge emotional relief... I feel alive!

Standing there for that one second... not everyone can experience it... but I sure as hell would never trade anything for it...

But all of this..all of this glory was taken from me... all of this was stolen right out in front of me when some one,some ignorant son of a bitch, took the love of my life and my unborn child away from me....

The scene opens up in what appears was once a large warehouse. Nowadays, it appears that it has been converted into a sanctuary of some sort. There is a large gathering of people, probably about 50 or so, on the main floor, all sitting in makeshift pews. In front of them, behind what appears to be a large altar, is an older man with long stringy black hair, and an unshaven face. The man is Flame, leader of Team Sadistic. Standing at his side is Sid

Flame:hear me my children! While our numbers are growing more and more each day, there are still many people out there that have not been enlightened to the blessing of the elder gods. While these people still continue to sin and worship a false god, it is not entirely their fault. They are not bad people!! They have just not yet bore witness to the glory that is the might of the gods of wicca! These are the people that we must endeavor to find. We must seek them out, and give hope to their bleak lives!

All: All hail Gaia!

Flame: However, before I dismiss you, there is one problem I must address. You see, although you all might nor realize it at this moment, there is a traitor among you!!!

A shocked gasp comes from everyone in the crowd, and they begin to murmur and talk amongst themselves, speculating as to who it could be. They all fall quiet, however, as Flame raises his hand.

Flame: Do not worry yourselves my children. Did you think that even though I have seen the traitor amongst you, that I would not know his identity? Oh no, I know exactly who it is! Sid, if you would please.

Sid: Of course.

Sid bows towards Flame, before moving out and into the crowd. He makes his way through, as the entire mass of people look on nervously. Suddenly, you hear a man yell, and Sid comes out of the crowd dragging a middle aged man, maybe about 35 years old, out of the crowd.

Man: What-what's going on??

Flame: Bring him to me, Sid.

Sid drags the man all the way to the front as Flame steps out from behind the altar. Sid dumps the man right at his feet. The man, stays on his knees, and looks up at Flame with a look of fear in his eyes.

Man:I-I-I don't know what's going on.

Flame: You know very well what's going on Andrew. You have betrayed me. You have betrayed the gods!! For you are not a true believer! You claim to be, but in your heart, you are a Spy!

Andrew: No, I do believe! I swear I do!!

Flame: I wish that I could believe you Andrew, I really do. But I just do not see the truth in your eyes......

Andrew: I swear I am not!! Please, you must believe me! You mu--

The man is silenced as Flame backhands him across the face.

Flame: SILENCE HEATHEN!!!!!

The man holds his face where Flame struck him, and looks up at Flame. He says nothing, only whimpers.

Flame: How dare you insinuate that I am wrong? I KNOW ALL, AND I SEE ALL!!!

Andrew: I-I know bu.

Flame: Then why do you even try to deceive to me?

Andrew: I do n-n-ot ! I s-swear to you!

Flame: You are a blasphemer Andrew! You speak the words, but you do not mean them! You were sent here to infiltrate our ranks!

Andrew: But my Lord--

Flame backhands him across the face once again.

Flame: ENOUGH!!! I do not want to hear your excuses any longer. For you see, Andrew, your betrayal hurts me. I have given you everything. I have given you blessing, and a new hope for life after you leave this mortal coil. And this is how you repay me? You repay me, by betraying wicca?!?!?

Andrew: N-no. I swear......

Flame: Enough of this. I am through with you Andrew. From this night forward, you may never again enter the house of Gaia. Sid, please take care of this for me.

Sid: As you wish.

Sid grabs the man by the back of his shirt, and drags him across the floor towards a door in the back. Sid flings the door open, and it obviously leads to a back alley. Sid heaves the man through the door, and then follows himself, slamming the door shut as he does. Flame watches this, and then turns back to his faithful, who are watching on with looks of horror on their faces.

Flame: I am sorry my children. I am sorry that you have had to bear witness to this.

Suddenly a loud crash is heard coming from outside the back door. Then another crash, followed by several loud thumps.

Flame: It pains me to think that one of my children would do this to me, would betray me, after everything I have given. Yet this has happened. Andrew, although he has been amongst our ranks for over two years, was always nothing more than a heathen. No matter how much he claimed to believe, he never truly did. And, it saddens me even more to say this, but I have known it all along. Yet I did not say anything. Why is that, you ask?

Another loud crash is heard coming from the back door.

Flame: I let him stay amongst for so long, hoping that he would eventually see the error of his ways. That one day, he would finally accept the elder gods blessings into his heart. Yet he did not. And as much as it pains me, I had to put an end to his betrayal.

Another loud crash, this time followed me a blood-curdling scream. And then there is silence. Several moments later, the door opens, and in walks Sid. His shirt is ripped in several places, and there is blood on his mask. However, there doesn't appear to be any wounds. The crowd looks on, with shocked looks on their faces.

Flame: My children, it is now time for you to go out into the world, and spread my word. Spread the gospel of wicca.

All: Hail wicca!!

Flame: Go my children, with the blessing of the gods.

With that, the crowd all get to their feet. They all slowly make their way out the front of the building. After they are gone, Flame turns back to Sid, who is standing behind him with a towel, wiping the blood off.

Flame: Has Andrew been taken care of, Sid?

Sid: Of course. Andrew will forever remember, and forever regret, his betrayal of you. He will also serve as an example to the others, as well.

Flame: Very good. It saddens me to think that Andrew, who has followed me for all these years, could betray me so blatantly.

Sid: He was unworthy. He was not strong enough to shed the beliefs of society in order to follow the truth.

Flame: Indeed. I have taught you well. And while Andrew's betrayal saddens me, it warms my heart to know that I can trust you with my very life.

Sid: Always.

Flame: Has Jason said anything to you?

Sid: No, . He has remained very quiet, and very reclusive, since Sharon's Funeral.

Flame: I figured as much. He has come before me, expressing concerns that he still is not trusted here.

Sid: Flame, I--

Flame: No, Sid, you have no need to speak. For I am still aware that you do not trust him.

Sid: I'm sorry, i know he's your friend. But There is just something about him that bothers me.

Flame: He is known to have a crush on Gwenivere Jordan, it is only natural that you would be unsure of his intentions. There is no shame in that, Sid.

Sid: Thank you.

Flame looks Sid directly in the eyes.

Flame: However, Jason is your ally and he will be teaming up with you against Casanova and Draco. He has proven his commitment to our cause a dozen times over in the past. While you not be aware of all that he has done, I most certainly am. With that said, you WILL show trust in him.

Sid: But --

Flame: But nothing! Do not question his loyalty, Sid! for if you do,the Sentinels will take full advantage of your distractions, focus on the match at hand,is that understood?

Sid: Yes

Flame:Good, Now that we are clear, I have another small task for you.

Sid: For me? I will not be taking Jason or Trinity with me?

Flame: I don't believe that will be necessary. Besides, I already have Jason handling another task, and Trinity is guiding him through that. This task, I will leave in yoru capable hands, and your hands alone.

Sid: Very well. What is it that you wish for me to do?

Flame: There is a private jet waiting for you at the airport. I'm sending you to Arizona...Upon Arrival there You will receive further instructions.

With that, Sid bows to Flame, and Flame turns and heads into a back room of the warehouse. Sid stands there for a moment, looking over the empty sanctuary, and then makes his way to the front door.

I had an idea. Admittedly, not a good idea, or one of my most brilliant, but an idea nonetheless. The most sensible idea Iíd come up with in a long time. An idea that would make amends for everything I had ever done wrong in my life.

I was going to call my fellow Sadistic allies, to let them know I had failed to complete the assignment. Then I was going to drive back to my hotel, have a decent dinner I would probably pay too much for, and blow my brains out.

Iíd be lying if I said Iíd never thought about suicide. Iíve thought about it too damned often. Iíd like to think that, at some time or another, everyone has wondered how the world would be different if theyíd never come into it. Iíd spent a lot of time thinking about how different the world would be without me--how much better a lot of peopleís lives would be if Iíd never walked into them. I could not think of a single life that had been enriched by my presence, not even my Sharon. Sharon was one of the greatest miracles in my life, but her parents were right when they told her that, with me for a husband, sheíd be a lot better off if sheíd never been born. Sharon absolutely refused to listen to them, refused to ever see or hear anything bad about me. But her parents knew, they always knew, and I proved them right ,it's my fault she's dead.

Iíd thought about death a lot. You have to in any profession. But Iíd never seriously contemplated taking my own life. I never thought that, when I died, Iíd be the one pulling the trigger. Not until tonight. I wanted out. Out of my job, out of my life, and out of this plane of existence. I donít know if I still belive in wether there is a God in heaven or a Devil in hell, but either would be a dramatic improvement over where I was. I didnít want to be me anymore. I was tired to pretending to be someone else.

I was sent to Phoenix, Arizona, to locate three men who had gone missing from our base of operations, but I had not acquired as much as a hint of a lead. Iíd been chasing quite a lot of dead-end trails during the next few days, and none of them had panned out, so I wasnít surprised that I was returning home empty-handed. Nor would Flame be. My task, from here, was to return to Sadistic Headquaters and get another lead in another city, then take off on another nowhere-bound adventure. So, as badly as I was trying to convince myself that my mental state was due to my job, I knew I was lying to myself. I wasnít doing ninety miles an hour down the backstreets of this filthy city,at three in the morning with half a bottle of vodka in my system because three men decided to go Underground. I wasnít that pathetic.

So why, then? I wanted to get that much straight in my head before I blew it off. Iíd always been a logical person--the sole voice of reason in an establishment gone utterly mad. I prided myself on my rationality, and I wasnít going to lose it metaphorically because I planned on doing so in a more literal sense later that night. I owed myself an explanation. Why now? Why tonight? Why, after all the times I have dragged myself through the depths of hell because I would not allow myself to be defeated? Why, after selling my soul to ensure my survival, had I decided that the only course of action left for me was to end the life I had sacrificed everything Iíd ever held dear to preserve?

So, why, then? Not because of my job. Iíd like to think thatís the reason, but I knew it wasnít, so I had to admit as much and move on. I held a position a lot of people would kill for--a position I still hold and did kill for--as the Right hand man of Flame. We were so damned good that we trained three hundred men in the arts of Wiccan Worship. My positionís chief duty was to act as an official liaison between Team Sadistic and the outside world. I was the enforcer, well not so much an enforcer. I was the hit man of the group, and not a very glamorous one. I smoked too much, I drank too much, and I didnít get laid as often as I should. I blamed my job for all three.

What kind of favor was I doing anyone right now? Business was light, so Flame sent me to Arizona to find three men who had deserted after deciding they were too tired of the routine rigors of our daily prayers. They wanted to be wiccans, but when the vodka martinis and scantily-clad seductresses that some associate our rituals with, didnít materialize , they decided to set out on their own. My job was to bring them back for "discipline," make sure they werenít a liability to us.

So why, then? Money wasnít an issue, never has been,never will be. Money is something Iíll never have to worry about.

So why, then? Family? Ah, family. Because of my family, thereís a very special place in hell reserved for me. A place filled with tortures unimaginable and punishment unbearable. All deservedly so.

My Father Dead

My Brother died in the same fire that scarred me

I havenít seen or spoken to my mother since i left her in the hospital. I donít know if she's alive, or if she thinks Iím dead. I hope to God that she is and she does.

my little Sister Jenna died because i could'nt protect her from a jealous member,and i killed him in return.

And now i have Lost Sharon

I have killed more people in my life that I can't even remember.

Which brings me back to me, to the answers Iíve been searching for. Iíve ruined too many peopleís lives to be able to justify continuing my own. Iíve lived with my guilt. Iíve made my mistakes--everyone has--and most of the time I can live with them. Not anymore. Never again. Iíd done too much to too many people and gone too long without being held accountable. Iíd gotten away with too much for too long. I could not allow myself to do any more damage to any more innocent lives. Iíd already taken too many.

I had an idea. I was going to follow through with it. For once in my life, I knew I was doing the right thing. The atrocities I had already committed could not be undone. But I could ensure that no more took place. I had an idea . No one could stop me. I wasnít going to let them.

Then I met this girl. And she completely fucked up all of my ideas.





<