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[i]The last time NTICW’s Resident Moron, Ken Kaze, who has recently been dubbed by various wrestlers, ‘the NTICW’s Most Dangerous Man,’ has been seen was when he was at the airport somewhere in Mexico. Although the exact location may be unknown, for certain he was in Mexico - just by viewing his surrounding and the different people you knew, automatically, that it was indeed Mexico.
Ken did call up his tag partner, and friend, Rich Cannon on the phone; but Rich didn’t sound too friendly. As a matter of fact, he was FURIOUS with Ken’s stupidity. But, when you decide to tag team with Ken, I guess it’s just a lesson in life you will have to learn.
Many of Ken’s opponents in both matches have basically stated the same fact over and over again - Ken is more concerned about walking straight than fighting in this match. The talk gets cheap; but you must remember who it comes from - cheap wrestlers. Many, many, many people think Ken is either retarded, ‘not all there,’ or just clumsy; but he is only one of those - clumsy. He is not retarded. For instance, take a look at “Unstoppable” Eugene in the PCW; enough said. As for ‘not all there,’ look at ‘The Hardcore Legend’ Ed Novak in PCW, the man who talks to an inanimate obje... wait, Ken thrashes on inanimate objects and Ed talks to them. Bah~! Lets just drop the subject.
Ken had boarded a plane to England, and finally, he has done something right. With making many mistakes in the past, Ken has finally done something [b]RIGHT[/b] to affect him in a positive way. Boy, I bet you never expected to hear that, eh? Me neither.[/i]
[color=black]The scene opens up onto Ken Kaze who has his head propped up against another clear, glass window. His breath fogs up the window as he repeatedly continues to breathe. Then, just out of complete boredness, Ken begins to bang his head up against the window slightly. Whilst banging his head against the window repeatedly, he begins to ponder about this Tower of Doom match he must enter on Wednesday, Halloween night at Halloween Bash 2001.
[i][color=blue]-{ You know, I haven’t really thought about the pay-per view much. With all of this running around, catching the wrong flight, and now must catch another flight to England.
But man, I cannot actually believe I am going to enter the New True Internet Championship Wrestling, World Title, Tower of Doom match at the big pay-per view. I mean, from day one, once I stepped into the Indy-federations, I was never nothing higher than the Television title. But here, in the NTICW, they are actually giving me a chance - a chance to shine! And, it is up to none other than ME to take up on this offer. If I don’t, I will definitely, truly be the moron people say I am. So, it is up to me to continue my undefeated streak thus far, and to at least walk out Extreme Champion! Heck, I probably won’t be able to walk as crooked as I normally do after that Extreme title match. But, lets focus on the World title! Something I would die for! Come on Ken, get it together. You’re undefeated, the #1 contender for the Extreme title, and you already have a couple of people saying you are the most dangerous man in the NTICW!
I have a chance to become NTICW World Champion. I have a chance to enter... I mean I [b]WILL[/b] enter this Tower of Doom match - after successfully, and easily, defeating Frankie Bones, that is. Even though I have never even entered a Tower of Doom before, nor have I never seen it, I assume it should look little something like three cages stacked on top of each other, the cages getting smaller as they rise to the climax point. But, from what I do know is that eight men will enter. Those eight men being none other than: Xavier Kannon, The Tormentor, The Pharaoh, “The Sylencer” Jay Sylo, Anton ‘The Kid’, Drake Maxwell, Rich Cannon, and myself. The only true competition I see in this match are Xavier Kannon and Rich Cannon, my tag partner.
But, what I also know about this is that, us eight men will brawl in the bottom cage - which is the biggest - until six people climb up into the second cage with the trap door locked. Then, the six people will brawl until [b]ONLY[/b] three will escape to the last, final, and smallest cage with the trap door locked. There, the way to be announced as the winner and first NTICW World Champion, you must climb on top of the third cage and grab the NTICW World title.
Boy, what a wonder that would be if I could just happen to overcome the odds. }-[/i]
[color=black]The camera then shows Ken’s thought that he is actually thinking about at the moment - a picture of him standing on top of the last, final, and smallest cage in his wrestling attire, bruised and battered, listening to the fans cheer and scream, whilst holding the NTICW World title high above his head proud of himself.
The thought then goes away as a kid walks up to Ken. The kid, who looks to be anywhere from twelve to thirteen, notices Ken right away. He begins to talk in a very excited voice.
[color=navyblue]Kid: I... I... I can’t believe it! It’s Ken Kaze! The most dangerous man in NTICW!
[color=black]Ken - a little startled by the kid‘s comment - looks at him a little queer, as well as a little denial.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: You talking to me kid?
[color=black]The kid looks a little bewildered.
[color=navyblue]Kid: Of course, Mr. Kaze! I am soooo your number one fan!!
[color=black]Ken then looks a little baffled himself.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: I.. have fans? A klutz like me... has fans?
[color=navyblue]Kid: Don’t put yourself Mr. Kaze!
[color=black]The kid enthusiastically sits down in the empty seat next to Ken. The kid is wearing a plain, black t-shirt, dark-blue, jean, Fubu pants, and light-brown, Timberland boots. He looks over at Ken, awaiting some sort of response from him.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Call me Ken.
[color=navyblue]Kid: Okay Ken. Just to let you know, my name is Tyler.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Well, Tyler, since you are my ‘biggest’ fan.. what did you think of me teaming up with Rich Cannon, to form Methodical Disorder?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: I thought that was AWESOME!! Rich is my scientist-role model.
[color=black]Ken begins to murmur something under his breath.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: And I am probably your klutzy-role model.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: What?
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Oh nothing. Just thinking about Halloween Bash Two-Kay-One.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Ooooooh yeah! That’s right!! You’re in that Extreme Title, Trick or Treat match. And that Tower of Doom match!
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Yup. I’m really more concerned about my World title match; the Tower of Doom. But, I’m really trying to psyche myself up for this extreme match. I mean, in this Extreme Title, Trick or Treat match, there will be a set of ten houses. Behind five of those doors are NTICW staff members with a weapon, which is an essential in this type of match. And, behind the other five doors, there are some PCW invited wrestlers. Boy, what I wouldn’t do to just get my hands on one of those imbeciles!! When you enter an extreme match, you aren’t focused on winning, only surviving. ‘Cause, let me tell you right now, unlike those punks in the WWF, we do not plan our matches. We do not go over our moves step-by-step. We do not do our moves to where they cannot injure our opponent, because that is what we [b]WANT[/b] to do - to hurt your opponent and then make the pin to get the heck out of there! The men in the extreme division are some dirty SOBs; I can promise you that right now. They will fight dirty. They will do whatever it takes to win - whether it be hiring a sharpshooter to shoot your ass dead on the spot, then so be it. The only thing - as I said - the only thing you are focused on is surviving. Just like I survived that match between Epic and SPAZ; and just like I survived that eighteen man, battle royal on Showtime.
Oddly enough, it came down to me and my ‘arch’ rival - Epic. I showed that sack of crap what I was made of on Mayhem, and I did it once again on Showtime. But, for some reason, he just keeps coming back for more! And, I get to kick the living crap out of him on Wednesday again; so basically, I’m loving life at the moment whipping my enemy's ass in every event!
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Wow, you sound really pumped for this match Ken.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Well, that’s because I am.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Well, what do you think about your opponents? I mean, lets have an ‘opponent run-down’ here; just to get an overview of what you deem about your opponents.
The first one on the list; Epic.
[color=black]Ken adjusts his position in the chair and then clears his throat.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Well, I basically just told you what I thought of Epic; but I guess I can do it once more.
Epic - as I stated earlier - Epic is a sack of crap. Epic may claim to be ‘epic’, but he’s not. I triumphed over him on Mayhem and Showtime; there is no doubt in my mind I can’t do it once more.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: ...That all?
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Yup.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Okay then. Next on the list; “The Sylencer” Jay Sylo.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Jay Sylo, eh? The ‘big bitch’. You know, I have no idea what kind of medication he is on at the moment; throwing cats around a room one minute, thinking he is Miss Cleo the next; this man just needs some serious help. Sure, he may have saved me from being eliminated from that battle royal, but what does he want? A cookie?
[color=black]Tyler begins to laugh as Ken continues.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: I don’t know what he has against Rich, but I don’t like it. I sense something quite odd about Jay. It seems to me that he is trying to [i]separate[/i] me and Rich. I don’t know, but I sense it. First, he pulls Rich off of me just as Rich was about to get the three, and then he rambles on about something like, I shouldn’t trust Rich when it comes to the NTICW title. Why shouldn’t I trust him? I mean, I know for a fact Rich has my back the whole way through this match.. except when it is me, him, and someone else as the final three. Of course he is going to try and stop me from becoming NTICW World Champ.. anyone in the right MIND would do that! So, I have forgiven Rich for doing the Chemical Reaction on me through those tables, because he was doing something I would have done.
Jay, you know that if it came down to you and a close friend of yours for the World title, you know that you would try to tear him apart just to grasp your hands around that title, YOU KNOW IT!!
[color=black]Tyler begins to scoot back a little from Ken.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: The next on the list is... Brett Jackson.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Who?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Brett Jackson.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Who?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Brett Jackson.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Who?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: BRETT JACKSON!!!!
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Never heard of him.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Me neither.
Lets see here.. uh.. Asa Fountain is the next on the list.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: You mean Mr. Ass Fountain is in this match?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Uhh.. if you say so.
[color=black]Ken looks at Tyler astoundingly that Asa Fountain made it that far in the battle royal.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Well, I know about him is that, he uh.. has an afro.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Actually, Jay shaved it off.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: So?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Erm... right. Anyways, the final participant is Ritchie Syxx.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Isn’t he some British punk-rocker or something?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Actually... I have no clue. Ritchie was [b]ALWAYS[/b] changing his style and ways. So... who knows?
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Sure as heck not me. But I think he’s a British punk-rocker.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Whatever floats your boat.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Water?
[color=black]Tyler sighs, not believing that Ken can actually be this much of a moron.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Anyways.....
[color=black]Ken trails off, hoping Tyler can start some sort of conversation due to the thirty minutes they have left before they arrive in England.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: ....What about your World title match?
[color=black]Ken, who is almost asleep, pops his head up to the words ‘World title’.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Good idea. So, what exactly do you want to talk about on the World title match?
[color=navyblue]Tyler: I don’t know... maybe another wrestler run-down?
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Sounds good to me, I’m about to pass out over here.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Okay.. so lets start off with the first name on the list... ah, Drake Maxwell.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: Um.. I don’t know. He’s some poet, I guess.
[color=black]Ken is falling back to sleep, slowly. Tyler tries to keep him awake by going to the next person on the list quickly.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Okay... what about.. Anton ‘The Kid’? Why is that little squirt in this match anyway? I can squash him like a freaking bug! And he is even undefeated, too! MAN! His opponents must have been losers!
[color=black]Ken speaks up half asleep.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: You can say that again.
[color=black]Tyler still realizes Ken is falling asleep faster and faster.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Yeah, what about Xavier Kannon? The NTICW’s only Scientologist.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: His chances of winning are just as good as mine...
[color=navyblue]Tyler: Uh huh. What the Pharaoh? I mean, what ABOUT the Pharaoh?
[color=black]Ken, desperately tries to reply as his eyelids get heavier and heavier - almost as if they were being filled with quick-dry cement.
[color=blue]Ken Kaze: He can suck on my jewels....
[color=black]Ken and Tyler both snicker.
[color=navyblue]Tyler: But what about the Torm....
[color=black]Tyler notices that Ken has fallen asleep. Ken begins to snore, disturbing some of the people near him. Tyler just shrugs and stands up from the seat next to Ken, and walks toward the back to sit back down in his original seat. All of a sudden, a woman’s voice blasts over the intercom.
[color=green]Voice on Intercom: Please buckle your seatbelts. Please buckle your seatbelts. We will now be landing.
[color=black]With the loud voice on the intercom, Ken pops up quickly from his slouched position. He looks around to find out what is going on. He notices everyone putting on their seatbelts, but still doesn’t know what to do. He then looks toward the front of the airplane and sees a red, flashing sign that reads, ‘Please Buckle Your Seatbelts’. He buckles up his seatbelt as the scene fades to black.
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