Irrational Distrust (pt. II)
By Ken Kaze ft. Paranoia
Ken Kaze is seen walking around in the parking lot area of the NOW arena. He is walking in between cars in a methodical fashion, almost as if he were in a maze. Looking wondrously around the parking lot in search of this “trashcan-napper,” Kaze notices some movement at the far end of the parking lot opposite of the arena. He sees a figure moving swiftly into a subway terminal that is located on a sidewalk next to a busy intersection. Even with the sufficient amount of light, he is still not able to catch a glimpse of this mysterious person.
“HEY! HEY YOU!! STOP! STOP RIGHT THERE!!”
Kaze’s screams apparently don’t mean much to this person, as they continue on their way.
“Bastid!” he mumbles to himself. “That’s the guy! As soon as I see him… I’m gonna use my Tae Kwon Do Jujitsu Adam Sandler kung-fu fooey on his bootay.”
Kaze finally reaches the top of the terminal and looks down the stairway to see if he can spot the person. Most of the lights don’t work with only a few in the very back of the terminal that flicker. He takes one step down to see if he can get a better look. While looking down the terminal, an air of darkness and mystique looms around Kaze from behind. Feeling something brush against his shoulder, he immediately turns around standing in a kung-fu stance.
“HA! YOU FOOL! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD SURPRISE ME, HUH?! NO WAY! I knew what you had planned all along! Now hand over George before I destroy you, you evil… foul… ….”
Kaze loses his words as his eyes catch a hold of the trashcan-napper. The same, sinister, black robed demon that has been plaguing NOWrestling since it’s opening:
Paranoia.
“Uh… um…” At a lost for words, Kaze tries to explain his actions. “You’re that Paranoia guy, right?”
Kaze is now out of his kung-fu stance and is completely trembling in fear. Paranoia cocks his head to the side in true Jason, from Friday the 13th, fashion.
“I’m sorry Mr. Paranoia… …sir. I just came here to get my good buddy George back.”
Kaze points at the trashcan in the hands of Paranoia. Paranoia glances down at George, and then looks back up at Kaze. It seems as if he is taking Kaze’s plead into consideration.
“Do you think… maybe I could… uh… have George back… ….please, Mr. Big Scary Paranoid Freak, sir?”
Consideration? Paranoia? Wrong. He instantly bashes Kaze over the head with George. Not actually realizing he has been hit, Kaze just stands there with blood trickling down his face. He stares at Paranoia for a moment, bemused. Paranoia moves in closer to Kaze.
“GEORGE! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU JUST HIT ME?! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO HIT HIM, NOT ME! HELP ME OUT HERE!”
Tired of Kaze’s rambling, Paranoia places George over Kaze destroying his field of vision as well as locking his arms up.
“GEORGE! GET OFF OF ME! I CAN’T SEE AND I CAN’T MOVE! YOU KNOW I HATE THE DARK! AND YOU KNOW THAT I’M CLOSETPHOBIAC!”
Just as Paranoia is about to finish Kaze off, a passing car honks the horn distracting Paranoia for mere seconds. In the process, Kaze jumps into the air startled, and lands on his side rolling down the steps. Hearing the crash as well as Kaze‘s grunts, Paranoia looks down the stairway, watching Kaze roll down the terminal inside George. He decides his work is done and begins making his way through the parking lot toward the arena.
