Last time we heard, or seen, from Ken Kaze was after he walked up the ramp, backstage into the Rutgers University Gym, victorious; just as he always is. After doing exactly what he said he would, he has every right to know that he will win this Trapezoid Tournament of Terror. After defeating an opponent much larger than him, he should be d*mn proud, and he is. Yet, he must overcome an obstacle he never even thought of doing; defeating his ex-girlfriend, Oracle. Rumors have been thrown into the air about this up-and-coming match. On Friday, we will find out if those rumors are true.
The scene opens up inside of what seems to be a small, gym room. A blue mat is seen stretched out as far as 9 feet long and 4 feet wide; obviously a mat for push-ups, sit-ups, and any other exercises that require for your body to lie on the ground. Against the wall is a weight bench. On the poles that stand up towards the front area of the weight bench is the support which supports the barbell and weights. About 4 feet away from the weight bench lies two hand weights. In the middle of the small, gym room is a punching bag hanging down. And, on the opposite side of the room from the weight bench is a tan, steel chair.
All of a sudden, through the glass, double doors on the other side of the room is a man seen walking inside. He is wearing a black, top hat, a long, black, trench coat, and black, combat boots. As he walks inside, he removes his black, top hat; which reveals his shoulder-length, black, silky hair. Water slowly drips off his hat as it hangs from his right hand, as well as his trench coat. Underneath him is a puddle of water, where he has only been standing for 7 seconds now. Obviously, it is raining outside of the small gym. He then walks over towards the steel chair, and sets his top hat down onto the seat part of the steel chair. Next, he removes his long, black, trench coat. He drapes it over the back support of the steel chair. After removing his long, black, trench coat, he reveals a pair of gray, jogging pants and a white, tank-top shirt.
Ken begins to walk away from the chair towards the punching bag in the middle of the small gym, but his foot gets caught behind one of the legs of the chair and falls down, flat on his face. He then stands up, dusts himself off, and feels on his face.
�D*mnit!� he mutters to himself. �I have to start watching myself from now on.� he says as he continues walking toward the punching bag.
Ken finally reaches his destination; the punching bag. He then swings and nails it with a left jab, then another, then another, and then a right punch with all of his force. He knocks the punching bag backwards, as far as it can, and it comes back nailing him in the face, sending him backwards to the ground on his back. Luckily, he keeps his head up from the concrete floor. He gets up and looks at his elbow. Blood is seen oozing out from his elbow. He just ignores his bloodied elbow and walks back up to the punching bag. He swings with another right and sends it backwards. It comes back with a lot of velocity, but this time he has outsmarted the punching bag by side-stepping it. He smiles to his wise actions. He then swings and nails a left jab, another, then another, and then a right. It goes backward, and begins to come back backwards with a lot of velocity, as well as speed. The punching bag comes too fast for him to side-step, thus causing it to nail him again, sending him backwards, landing on his back.
�D*MNIT!! YOU PIECE OF CRAP!! YOU WILL DIE!! DIE I SAY!!!� he screams out loudly as he charges the punching bag.
Ken spears the punching bag with a lot of impact, thus causing it to break off from the ceiling. He keeps on running and ends up running straight into the wall. His head bounces off as he falls backward onto his back, unconscious. The scene then fades to black.
:: [ 30 Minutes Later ] ::
The scene reopens back in the small gym. Ken Kaze is seen sitting down on the steel chair holding his head. He feels around on his head to check to see if there is any blood. After not finding anything, he stands up, walks back over towards the punching bag, and picks it up. He walks back towards the middle of the small gym. He hangs the punching bag back onto the little hook hanging from the ceiling. He begins to punch away.
�You son of a bit.. jacka*s, you will pay for the pain you have caused me thus far!!� he says while punching away on the punching bag. �Hey.. don�t I have a match for tomorrow night?� he says to himself.
Ken then stops punching on the punching bag and walks over towards the steel chair. He grabs his long, black, trench coat and reaches into the inside, right pocket. He pulls out a cellular phone. He pushes a couple of numbers and then puts it up to the side of his head.
�Hey honey.. how�s it going?� he says to the person on the other side of the phone.
�I�m fine. And you?� a woman voice replies from the other side of the phone.
�Just doing some real hardcore training, you could say. Anyways, Krystal, I was wondering.. do I have a match tomorrow night?� he says trailing off. �It should be on that piece of paper I lied down on the kitchen table earlier this morning.� he tells Krystal; his current girlfriend.
�Hold on a second, let me go check.� says Krystal. �Okay.. lets see. Here you are. You are facing some man known as Oracle in a Hell in a Cell match. Oracle.. Oracle.. that doesn�t sound familiar. Is this man any good at all?� Krystal says, mistaking Oracle for a man.
�Uhmm.. yeah; he does. That�s the problem with wrestling these days; they always give the ones with actual talent jobbers. Like, The Josh for instance. That wasn�t a match, that was an annihilation!!� he tells Krystal.
�Well, at least you are getting a little amount of training; so that�s the good thing about it.� she says.
�That�s true.� he replies. �Well, thanks babe. I�m going to train some more. Bye hon, see you tonight!�
�Okay, bye sweetie!� she says, while hanging up on the other end.
Ken then hangs up his cellular phone as well, and puts it back into the inside, right pocket. He walks back over towards the punching bag and begins whaling on it. As he whales away on it, he begins talking to himself.
�Ha, ha, ha. Krystal actually thought Oracle was a man.� he says as he laughs. �Too bad she doesn�t know that I know the truth about her.� he says, while still laughing. �But d*mn..� he trails off, and then stops punching on the punching bag. �A Hell in a Cell match? What did Oracle do that hurt HIT so darn bad? That little hurricanrana couldn�t have hurt the HIT, never!! For he is the greatest wrestler ever to grace the PCW, and even the Earth!! Wow, I guess Oracle is a little stronger than I thought; especially if that hurt HIT just the least bit amount. Oh well, I will do what I must do; and that is follow HIT�s commands. But d*mn! All the punishment she shall receive.. boy, oh, boy do I feel bad to be in her shoes.� he says, as he thinks to himself.
�Well, all in all, Oracle has another thing coming. Tomorrow night, I will surely be the teacher, and she will be the student. If she wants to bring her lackey, Darkstar, that will be find with me; because I have the HIT watching my back!!� he says, while smiling. �I also have something Oracle doesn�t have; and that is me being trained by a former PCW Cruiser Weight champion!! Ha, ha, ha!!�
Ken begins to think to himself, not quite sure about whether he really wants to face Oracle. He smacks himself up side the head; causing him to �snap out of it�.
�But then again, I feel so, so, so sorry for her. Hell in a Cell matches are my type of matches. Just hopefully, I won�t live up to my name of being known as.. The Clumsy Bastard. Sheesh, if I fall while walking down that ramp, I will make such a fool of myself!! My chances of falling and humiliating myself are the same as me defeating Oracle, and beating her like the b*tch she is; 10 to 0!! Good thing I got some from her before this match ever happened, other wise I wouldn�t know what she is like.� he says to himself, while smiling at his sickening images. �But, the bad part is, I won�t be getting any more after this match up!!�
Ken then whales the punching bag with a huge right hand. The punching bag comes back towards him, but he puts up his left hand to stop it from knocking him down. He smiles at his other wise decision as he continues talking to himself.
�But, I need to be looking at the good part about this; this is my chance to prove to the PCW that I am PCW material!! I mean, all PCW wrestlers are equal, so me defeating a woman doesn�t decrease my chances. Shoot, I�ll be out of PWA in no time; and then I could probably even end up facing my teacher, the HIT!! Wow, would that be an honor.� he says to himself.
Ken then whales the punching bag one last time, this time with a left jab. He turns his back ready to walk over to the steel chair to get his black, top hat and long, black, trench coat. Unfortunately, the punching bag comes back and knocks him down onto his face, once again. He gets up and looks at the punching bag evilly.
�DIE B*TCH!! DIE!!!!� he screams out loud, as he charges the punching bag again.
This time, instead of spearing it, he thinks before he reacts. He kicks the punching bag and knocks it off the hooks. He begins to repeatedly stomp on the bag. He then drops down to his knees and clutches to the punching bag. He tries to penetrate through the punching bag with his fingers. He finally does it and rips it open. He begins to pull out foam, rips it up into shreds, and throws it behind him. He finally stops after thinking he has killed it. He gets back up onto his feet with a sadistic smile on his face. He then turns around and begins to walk towards the steel chair. He grabs his long, black, trench coat and puts it around him. Next, he grabs his black, top hat and places it onto his head. He tilts it to the right side and begins to walk away.
�I hope I can do what I just did to that punching bag to Oracle tomorrow night!� he says to himself, while exiting through the double doors.
Ken then walks out into the thick, pouring rain and disappears through the thick, pouring rain. The scene then fades to black.
