Post by Psycho Vulcan Sentai (Kaz) on Dec 19, 2020 10:15:35 GMT -5
CruiserHavoc.
This match?
This is THE MATCH, MY SON, THE -
LONGEST
REIGNING
DEFENDING
CONQUERING
CRUISERWEIGHT
AND CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE YEAR!!!
- has been waiting for all along. This is THE MATCH where the mantra becomes more than just a mantra. This is THE MATCH where what I’ve known all along becomes undeniable fact.
The competition in this division is the stiffest, the most dangerous it has ever been in Action Wrestling history, and the man STANDING at the top rung is Psycho Vulcan Sentai - Kaz Mazy - my pride and joy - and he will become King of the Cruiserweights.
Do you think Kaz fears entering in the number one spot with his Cruiserweight Championship on the line? The list of men and women who have a bone to pick with MY CLIENT is longer than it is short and they will all get their chance at him this Monday...but the only thing MY SON fears is what he is going to do to all of you when that bell rings. He will do absolutely anything to keep his gauntleted paws on that Cruiserweight Championship - I shit you not.
He will sink down to imperceptible depths - sliding along the razors edge of depravity - to keep his championship.
The man would drop his own mother on the top of her noggin to keep that championship, iffin’ you need a visual.
Believe me, I’ve seen it.
You’ve seen it.
By now, you all know what Kaz is about - that Psycho Vulcan Sentai wearing his MMPR footie pajamies like the devil he is. You know what he is all about whether you care to admit it or not. He has done exactly what I said - and in some cases, what he said - he would do to every single competitor that has lined up before him.
Alice.
Teo Blaze.
JC Keeton.
Lined up like lambs to slaughter. They all bolstered, proffering fantasies about how they would be THE ONE to end MY SON’S dominant reign as Cruiserweight Champion of the World...and then fantasy was scrubbed away and they were left with nothing but the unwashed reality of what they were faced with. They found out in the hardest of ways the daunting challenge MY SON represented, what they would have to give to attempt said challenge, and what more they would have to leave behind to conquer it.
None of them were prepared, just like none of you are prepared.
OOOOOOOOH, this match, my total and utter disgraces.
He is licking his razor sharp teeth, salivating in anticipation for what’s to come.
On December 20th, Christmas comes early for Psycho Vulcan Sentai, because when he enters that ring as number one, holds his championship up high, the bell rings and his eyes turn that unnatural shade of green, just know that he isn’t locked in that ring with any of you...
You’re locked inside that ring with him.
Have a Happy Holiday, Action Wrestling...
If you can.
CONQUER. THE. CRUISERWEIGHTS.
____________________________________________
“I don’t even recognize myself anymore, Victor”, Kaz spoke into the ether.
Nobody replied, of course.
“I used to say that I was doing this for you, brother. If you - one of the most heroic men I’ve ever met, dying for a cause, a fight that wasn’t yours - couldn’t hold this championship, then nobody could.”
Kaz stares into solid gold faceplate of the Cruiserweight Championship. Green iris’ bore back into him, calling into question everything he thought he knew.
“But I know that’s not true anymore, Victor. I still love you, brother, but I’m not doing this for you anymore. I’m hurting these people because I need to. Because I want to. There’s something inside of me that demands it, Victor. It howls with hunger and inflicting immeasurable pain on anyone who stands before me is the only way to quell the relentless baying of the hound.”
Kaz squeezes the Cruiserweight Championship tight, clutching it as close as he can to his chest.
“I’m sorry I let you down, brother, but I can’t keep lying to you anymore.”
Kaz’s grip relents, only for a moment, and then clutches even tighter than before.
This match?
This is THE MATCH, MY SON, THE -
LONGEST
REIGNING
DEFENDING
CONQUERING
CRUISERWEIGHT
AND CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE YEAR!!!
- has been waiting for all along. This is THE MATCH where the mantra becomes more than just a mantra. This is THE MATCH where what I’ve known all along becomes undeniable fact.
The competition in this division is the stiffest, the most dangerous it has ever been in Action Wrestling history, and the man STANDING at the top rung is Psycho Vulcan Sentai - Kaz Mazy - my pride and joy - and he will become King of the Cruiserweights.
Do you think Kaz fears entering in the number one spot with his Cruiserweight Championship on the line? The list of men and women who have a bone to pick with MY CLIENT is longer than it is short and they will all get their chance at him this Monday...but the only thing MY SON fears is what he is going to do to all of you when that bell rings. He will do absolutely anything to keep his gauntleted paws on that Cruiserweight Championship - I shit you not.
He will sink down to imperceptible depths - sliding along the razors edge of depravity - to keep his championship.
The man would drop his own mother on the top of her noggin to keep that championship, iffin’ you need a visual.
Believe me, I’ve seen it.
You’ve seen it.
By now, you all know what Kaz is about - that Psycho Vulcan Sentai wearing his MMPR footie pajamies like the devil he is. You know what he is all about whether you care to admit it or not. He has done exactly what I said - and in some cases, what he said - he would do to every single competitor that has lined up before him.
Alice.
Teo Blaze.
JC Keeton.
Lined up like lambs to slaughter. They all bolstered, proffering fantasies about how they would be THE ONE to end MY SON’S dominant reign as Cruiserweight Champion of the World...and then fantasy was scrubbed away and they were left with nothing but the unwashed reality of what they were faced with. They found out in the hardest of ways the daunting challenge MY SON represented, what they would have to give to attempt said challenge, and what more they would have to leave behind to conquer it.
None of them were prepared, just like none of you are prepared.
OOOOOOOOH, this match, my total and utter disgraces.
He is licking his razor sharp teeth, salivating in anticipation for what’s to come.
On December 20th, Christmas comes early for Psycho Vulcan Sentai, because when he enters that ring as number one, holds his championship up high, the bell rings and his eyes turn that unnatural shade of green, just know that he isn’t locked in that ring with any of you...
You’re locked inside that ring with him.
Have a Happy Holiday, Action Wrestling...
If you can.
CONQUER. THE. CRUISERWEIGHTS.
____________________________________________
“I don’t even recognize myself anymore, Victor”, Kaz spoke into the ether.
Nobody replied, of course.
“I used to say that I was doing this for you, brother. If you - one of the most heroic men I’ve ever met, dying for a cause, a fight that wasn’t yours - couldn’t hold this championship, then nobody could.”
Kaz stares into solid gold faceplate of the Cruiserweight Championship. Green iris’ bore back into him, calling into question everything he thought he knew.
“But I know that’s not true anymore, Victor. I still love you, brother, but I’m not doing this for you anymore. I’m hurting these people because I need to. Because I want to. There’s something inside of me that demands it, Victor. It howls with hunger and inflicting immeasurable pain on anyone who stands before me is the only way to quell the relentless baying of the hound.”
Kaz squeezes the Cruiserweight Championship tight, clutching it as close as he can to his chest.
“I’m sorry I let you down, brother, but I can’t keep lying to you anymore.”
Kaz’s grip relents, only for a moment, and then clutches even tighter than before.