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.
... 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..
Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see...
My mother, and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see...
The line of my people...
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them.
in the halls of Valhalla...
Where the brave...
Sometimes we can choose the path we follow.
Sometimes our choices are made for us.
And sometimes we have no choice at all.
When youíre driving ninety miles per hour, your reflexes had better be pretty damned good. When youíre driving ninety miles an hour, half-drunk, in the dark, in the rain, your reflexes had better be fan-fucking-tastic. I didnít have good reflexes. The only reflexes I had were the ones that had been drilled into me over the years--take cover during incoming fire, when the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not your friend, that sort of thing. I never learned about high-speed car chases and I was never very adept behind the wheel of an automobile to begin with, and I was too caught up in Dark Side of the Moon to worry about reality zooming by at a remarkable rate.
In short, I was damned lucky to see her run out in front of me before I ran her over.
The brakes locked as I slammed down on them, which overrode the alcohol in my system to induce legitimate panic. The car was supposed to have anti-lock brakes, but it had suddenly become a two-ton hydroplaning torpedo. I was standing on the brake pedal, but the car wasnít slowing down. She was getting closer with alarming speed I was going to slam into her if I didnít do something. The moment she saw me barreling toward her she froze, staring helplessly at my approaching headlights and locked in a dead scream. I jerked the wheel too hard, and when I lost control of the rear end of the rented sports car I knew I was going to kill us both. I lost sight of her as the road that had once been in front of me became a spinning blur of pavement and brick walls that refused to straighten out or slow down. All the while I kept trying to find her, praying sheíd gotten out of the way. I couldnít remember what she looked like to find her. My entire body went tense when it finally realized it was going to slam into something, and I could hear a shred of rationality in the back of my mind screaming at me to loosen up to avoid facing serious injury. By then, relaxing was the last thing I could possibly do.
The impact must have knocked me out, or at least given me a bad jolt. I didnít remember hitting anything, but I must have, because the car wasnít moving anymore. It wasnít even running. I was staring out of a hole where the windshield used to be. There was a solid brick wall staring me in the face, and the front end of the car was pushed in by at least a meter, almost straight into the driverís seat. Somewhere, an alarm was blaring.
I was in shock. I knew that the alarm was coming from my car, but it never occurred to me to switch it off. Behind the alarm was a fainter warning beep, coming from the GPS system Iíd mounted on the dashboard. I must have hit it somewhere in my panic, but I didnít turn that off, either. I couldnít understand what had just happened to me. I knew I had totaled the car, but that still didnít explain why my hands were cut to pieces or why there was so much glass in my lap. It didnít explain why my bottle of vodka was shattered, or why the vehicle suddenly reeked of alcohol and gasoline. My head was pounding as though it had been split open with a board. Iíd been shot enough times to know how to deal with the feeling, but it had been a while since Iíd been hit by anything other than a bullet. Iíd forgotten how different the pains were. My eyes wouldnít focus. I closed one, then the other, trying to figure out which one was causing the problem, realizing my vision was equally warped from both eyes. I raised my shaking hands to my head because it was hurting so much, like half of it wasnít even there anymore. The glass still on my hands cut into my skin but I didnít feel any pain. I didnít want to breathe anymore, it hurt too much. I knew I needed the oxygen, but it felt so much easier not to breathe. I closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands, trying to will the world back into order.
At least I hadnít been in my own car. My car was at a mechanicís getting new speakers installed and heíd gotten me this one from a rental company. It was a convertible sports car--I refused to drive anything else--and a very expensive one. I wasnít carrying a shred of insurance on it, either. What kind of damage could I do in six hours, right? Well, my estate would just have to write the company a big fucking check, since I wasnít going to be around to pay them. I still had my death wish. I felt like I was going to die, which was fine. I just wished it didnít hurt so much. That was the whole point of shooting myself--very quick and very painless.
Rationality overrode panic as my mind smoothly slipped back into gear. What had happened to that girl? Had I killed her?.
I reached for the door handle, finally feeling the first traces of pain start to invade my hands. Later, once Iíd fully come back to myself, more than my hands were going to hurt. For now, the only thing that was really hurting was my head, which still didnít feel like it was entirely connected to my shoulders. I needed to get my body into gear before it decided it was too badly injured to move. I knew I was going to push my body past its breaking point if I tried to get out of the car. I needed to stay exactly where I was and wait for help. Even if the girl was hurt, there was nothing I could do for her. Not in the shape I was in. I couldnít not do anything to help her. I at least had to try.
The door wouldnít open. I tried a second time, but it still refused to budge. I pulled back on the handle as hard as I could and used the rest of my strength to slam my shoulder into the door. The only thing I succeeded in doing was adding another item to my increasing list of things that hurt.
I tried to climb across the passenger seat, but my legs refused to cooperate. I looked down, surprised to find them trapped amid the carnage of the totaled front end. An involuntary cry of pain escaped my lips as I pulled myself free. I slammed my head into the roof of the car somewhere in the process, and if it hadnít been split open before, it was now. Again, I raised my hands to my face, cautiously checking to make sure everything was still in place. I was fairly certain that my head was still on my shoulders and in one piece, but when I lowered my hands there was a lot more blood on them than there should have been. Head trauma was something that could be dealt with at a more convenient time. I needed to get moving.
Sliding into the passenger seat was harder than it should have been. I was losing the ability to control my body. I needed to pull myself together. I could not afford to be injured right now. There would be plenty of time for pain later, so I closed my eyes and pushed it out. Iíd learned a lot of pain management techniques during my tenure at The Team Sadistic Headquarters, and Iíd always had a talent for being able to ignore my own injuries. As soon as I was certain I could move again, I tried the passenger door, finding it as unyielding as the driverís side. I fell back into the seat, collecting my breath, looking around the interior of the car as I wondered what I was supposed to do now. Finally, for lack of a better option, I climbed out of the hole where the windshield used to be.
I checked to make sure I still had my gun before jerking the GPS locator off the dash and shoving it into one of my pockets. I finally became aware of a familiar chirping. My cell phone. Probably Jason, calling to wonder why in the hell every alarm on me or in the car had suddenly decided to go off. No, not Jason. Jason was probably too busy getting drunk or getting laid to worry about me, even if he was supposed to be my tag team partner.
I Still ask myself why has Flame decided to bring Jason in as my teammate? The man that is a complete mystery. I believe that the reason for his actions are unbeknownst even to him. I Still do not know if I can trust him. However, if in his heart he is a true believer, and a wiccan, then I know that I will be able to trust him absolutely. I would even be able to trust him with my very life. But for this to hold true, I must know that he is a true Wiccan, and not simply a charalatan. Is this the case? Only time will tell. In the meantime, I must trust in Flame's decision. He knows what he is doing, and he knows what the best course of action will be.
That's Probably Fury calling.Fury is no better than Jason, but Fury knew he was here to do a job. I let the phone ring. I had one hand on the roof of the car to keep myself from falling over and the other on my gun, and I was not relinquishing my hold on either.
Now, where was she?
"Hello?" I called, or at least tried to. I couldnít understand myself, which meant that wherever she was, she stood no chance of understanding me. I listened for a reply, hearing nothing but the sounds of the city.
It amazed me that there wasnít more going on around me--there wasnít anything going on around me. This was Phoenix,Arizona , the city that never sleeps--or was that Newyork.? Even if it was, i can't see how this ever sleeps with all this heat, at least in my experience. There were no cars around me, no sign of any, either. There was only me, in desperate need of an ambulance, and my now-totaled rental car, which I was going to have a lot of difficulty explaining to my Leader Flame. Iíd supposedly quit drinking six months ago. The sound of the alarms coming from the car should have had half the block threatening to shoot me by now. I would have shot the car myself, but I didnít know which part I needed to hit to shut the damn things up. Reaching in and manually shutting them off was out of the question. I couldnít even check my e-mail without assistance.
No one was leaning out their bedroom windows yelling "what in the hellís going on?" There were no approaching sirens that I could hear, just a whole lot of nothing any way I looked. It was so bizarre. I shuddered, every muscle in my body crying out in protest. Iíd literally crashed into a parallel universe. Either that or everyone in the city had been annihilated from the earth without my knowledge. I knew that the people of this city had more than enough trouble without looking for any, but I should have been noticed by now. Of course, at three in the morning in a rough neighborhood, Iíd be lying in bed pretending I hadnít heard anything, too.
Now, where was the stupid girl that had damn near killed me?
"Hello?" I called again, staggering around to what was left of the front end of the vehicle. I was praying I wouldnít find her beneath the front wheels, or trapped between the hood and the wall. I couldnít deal with that right now. I really couldnít. I wished sheíd answer me, if not in actual words then at least in some form of noise to let me know where she was, because I wasnít seeing her anywhere. There wasnít enough of the car left for her to be buried under. Had I missed her somehow? Had she been standing on the corner this whole time watching me? I turned around, feeling my head spin as my vision tried to refocus. The street was empty, or at least I thought it was. Things werenít exactly registering the way they were supposed to.
That means youíre starting to go into shock. Can we sit down and wait for help now?
Voices in my head, a fairly regular occurrence. I ignored them.
"Hello?" I shouted, the sound of my own voice threatening to shatter my eardrums. There was no answer, only the alarms and my still-chirping cell phone, and I still hadnít made up my mind if Jason or Fury was trying to get in touch with me. Where in the hell was she?
When the realization hit me, I nearly put a bullet through my head on the spot. Iíd been drinking since noon. Iíd gone through a hell of a lot more than the half a bottle of vodka that was in my car. When I drank as much as I had, I had a tendency to hallucinate. Sheíd never been there. Iíd imagined the whole damn thing. If Iíd nearly killed myself for nothing--
Stop right there before you talk yourself cross-eyed.