Post by Sentoryu on Jun 6, 2012 0:54:22 GMT
The theatre is dark, the crowd sits awaiting the start of the show. The smoke from the pyro drifts lightly in the air , hanging solemnly in the hot dampness of the darkened theatre. The crowd bristled with anticipation of what Innovation:Wrestling would provide for this night as last week would be hard to best.
A spotlight snaps on. The light cuts the darkness, like a lightning strike does a tree. A hush overtakes the crowd as the light bathes the ramp ,but leaves the stage caressed in the wanting bosom of the shadows.
The crowd raise voice once more as a figure is seen cloaked in the shadows embrace. The figure steps forward , but not so far to bring him into full view, his face still marred by the obsidian barrier of shadows.. The figure shows he is limping slightly ,but still moves with the lithe stride of a jungle cat. The figure is clothed in a fine silk suit,hanging from his hand was a mike which now the figure slowly raises.
To suffer hardness with good cheer,
In sternest school of warfare bred,
Our youth should learn; let steed and spear
Make him one day the Parthian's dread;
Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.
Methinks I see from rampired town
Some battling tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,—
“Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
O tempt not the infuriate mood
Of that fell lion I see! from far
He plunges through a tide of blood!”
What joy, for fatherland to die!
Death's darts e'en flying feet o'ertake,
Nor spare a recreant chivalry,
A back that cowers, or loins that quake.
The crowd erupts as they know the voice . They have heard it echo from the past, an eerie reminder of a glorious past. As they chant bienvenido de vuelta a casa bienvenido de vuelta a casa The figure emerges from the enveloping darkness. Standing at the top of the ramp stood they man that the fans knew as one half of the team la sangre de Dios(Blood Gods) and member of the elite stable Aguilas Negras(Black Eagles) Kenshin Uesugi, AKA Sentoryu. Slowly ,with more effort then commonly seen, Sentoryu gingerly moves toward the ring. He mounts the ring steps and then moves along the apron to midway. Turning his back to the ropes ,leaning on them for support,he looks out to the crowd. They are on their feet still cheering. Kenshin smiles a subtle grin,his eyes glass over with the influx of passion he was receiving from the fans that had first took hold to the idea that he was special, that he had something worth caring about. This was where it all began, truly began. Turning he bend haltingly as he ducks under the middle rope and swings half heartedly his lead leg between them. Walking slowly to the turnbuckle he gains purchase on the top ropes, pulling his weight off the canvas, he stands one foot on the second rope and his other on the top one. Raising his arms he slowly turns his wrist in a circular motion. Then in a swift fluid motion he touches he heart and forehead then kisses his closed fist ,repeating this gesture 3 times he then explodes from the turnbuckle moonsaulting backwards and lands in the center of the ring,his knees buckle and collapses under his weight. Crumbling to the canvas he steels himself ,catching his descent,halting his plummet to a single knee. He stays perched in that position unwavering as he bows his head and raises the mike. A weak shutter escapes his lips as he tries to vocalize the feelings he is experiencing. His lips quiver and shake as he again tries to speak. Finally a crackling tiny sound breaks the silence. The power he had boomed when he first spoke was now gone. Replaced by what reminded the fans of a small meek shy boy.
mucho amor mucho amor
Again the voice shuttered and cracked.......silence. Then as though pulled to his feet by an invisible rope, Kenshin springs to his unsteady feet. With a slight side step, Kenshin draws himself to his full height. The fans now could see he was burning with a smoldering rage. Gone was the feeble child like demeanor, it replaced by battle hardened prodigal son returned home. His voice now comes strong and fierce. Fire and venom ooze from ever syllable. The fans see the dazzling fire erupting from within his eyes, over flowing filling the crowd in the theatre with a consuming passion.
Through the the mists of time drifts a spectre of days past. A ghost ,an apparition, a faded memory of past glory. Once a man I had stood shoulder to shoulder with. Toiled though the hardships of youth. Rejoiced in the triumphs,humbled by the defeats. Together we broke though the challenges that faced us. Each striving to overcome, and that we did.
We together broke into this business together. Together we faced the harsh reality that this sport was not for the meek. Together as one we toiled in obscurity paid the dues of the rookie. The beating of the the established stars. The many evening battered and bruised from the training sessions. The many losses when we finally passed from the dojo on to the big stage. All the while looking ahead to the day when we could together stand in the bright lights as equals to the men we looked up to and lauded over as youths.
Many years have past since those days in the dojo. Many things have some to pass. Some great some not so great. All a lesson learned. Each lesson added to the unfinished story that we as a people call life.
Once again Kenshin bows his head, his shoulders rise and fall,his hair cascades flowing ,shining ,covering his face. His arm hangs limply for a second, his hand barely grasping the the mike. Kenshin looks at his hand much of the blood hand seemed to have left his hand. A cold chill shivers up his arm,his eyes see goose bumps rippling just under his skin. His focus lost for a moment ,his mind floated back to the days of which he had just spoken. The days before both were sent here to Mexico. A smile crested on his lips ,as he thought of the night he and this man he spoke of, together had beaten the odds and captured their first pin fall victory. It was against the top men in the company. Shaking off the cobwebs of time he brings the mike up once more his head lifts, showing the crowd an air of melancholy that now gripped him.
Do you remember the night we finally surpassed the last steps from dojo to the main roster? Of who we were given this chance by? Of course you do. Kodo Sakuraba and Hideaki Fuyuki, they had chosen you and I as the ones to pass the mantle to. To lay the laurels of the company's future on our shoulders.
We were chosen to be the top stars of the future, In us they had seen greatness. They had seen it fit to send us here. To this land to learn,to progress,to combine their knowledge in the Japanese ways with those of the Mexican ways.To return to them with the new hybrid skills, the give birth to a new exciting style and future for puroresu. A new spirit. A new voice. But as the fans here know things did not end in that manner.
Come my former friend,my former training partner. My once brother. I have suffered hardness with good cheer. Cold skies, keen perils, embrace life. for it is not I that cowers,or that quakes. Come old friend face me feel the heat that burns from with in the dragon. In sternest school of warfare bred,let steed and spear, bring the battle to me. Come show your steel flash it though the darkness foul. Let us fill the fans with hope of a future great. Let us clash on the canvas battle field.
Turning slowly towards the ramp Kenshin's eyes are mere slits as his gaze fixes on the stage area, there was a tenseness to his stance. An uneasiness flows though the crowd, they feel something was about to happen, they shift in their seats. Kenshin's shoulders heave slightly and slump as if his muscle finally gave way. now he just waits! Unmoving.
A spotlight snaps on. The light cuts the darkness, like a lightning strike does a tree. A hush overtakes the crowd as the light bathes the ramp ,but leaves the stage caressed in the wanting bosom of the shadows.
The crowd raise voice once more as a figure is seen cloaked in the shadows embrace. The figure steps forward , but not so far to bring him into full view, his face still marred by the obsidian barrier of shadows.. The figure shows he is limping slightly ,but still moves with the lithe stride of a jungle cat. The figure is clothed in a fine silk suit,hanging from his hand was a mike which now the figure slowly raises.
To suffer hardness with good cheer,
In sternest school of warfare bred,
Our youth should learn; let steed and spear
Make him one day the Parthian's dread;
Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.
Methinks I see from rampired town
Some battling tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,—
“Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
O tempt not the infuriate mood
Of that fell lion I see! from far
He plunges through a tide of blood!”
What joy, for fatherland to die!
Death's darts e'en flying feet o'ertake,
Nor spare a recreant chivalry,
A back that cowers, or loins that quake.
The crowd erupts as they know the voice . They have heard it echo from the past, an eerie reminder of a glorious past. As they chant bienvenido de vuelta a casa bienvenido de vuelta a casa The figure emerges from the enveloping darkness. Standing at the top of the ramp stood they man that the fans knew as one half of the team la sangre de Dios(Blood Gods) and member of the elite stable Aguilas Negras(Black Eagles) Kenshin Uesugi, AKA Sentoryu. Slowly ,with more effort then commonly seen, Sentoryu gingerly moves toward the ring. He mounts the ring steps and then moves along the apron to midway. Turning his back to the ropes ,leaning on them for support,he looks out to the crowd. They are on their feet still cheering. Kenshin smiles a subtle grin,his eyes glass over with the influx of passion he was receiving from the fans that had first took hold to the idea that he was special, that he had something worth caring about. This was where it all began, truly began. Turning he bend haltingly as he ducks under the middle rope and swings half heartedly his lead leg between them. Walking slowly to the turnbuckle he gains purchase on the top ropes, pulling his weight off the canvas, he stands one foot on the second rope and his other on the top one. Raising his arms he slowly turns his wrist in a circular motion. Then in a swift fluid motion he touches he heart and forehead then kisses his closed fist ,repeating this gesture 3 times he then explodes from the turnbuckle moonsaulting backwards and lands in the center of the ring,his knees buckle and collapses under his weight. Crumbling to the canvas he steels himself ,catching his descent,halting his plummet to a single knee. He stays perched in that position unwavering as he bows his head and raises the mike. A weak shutter escapes his lips as he tries to vocalize the feelings he is experiencing. His lips quiver and shake as he again tries to speak. Finally a crackling tiny sound breaks the silence. The power he had boomed when he first spoke was now gone. Replaced by what reminded the fans of a small meek shy boy.
mucho amor mucho amor
Again the voice shuttered and cracked.......silence. Then as though pulled to his feet by an invisible rope, Kenshin springs to his unsteady feet. With a slight side step, Kenshin draws himself to his full height. The fans now could see he was burning with a smoldering rage. Gone was the feeble child like demeanor, it replaced by battle hardened prodigal son returned home. His voice now comes strong and fierce. Fire and venom ooze from ever syllable. The fans see the dazzling fire erupting from within his eyes, over flowing filling the crowd in the theatre with a consuming passion.
Through the the mists of time drifts a spectre of days past. A ghost ,an apparition, a faded memory of past glory. Once a man I had stood shoulder to shoulder with. Toiled though the hardships of youth. Rejoiced in the triumphs,humbled by the defeats. Together we broke though the challenges that faced us. Each striving to overcome, and that we did.
We together broke into this business together. Together we faced the harsh reality that this sport was not for the meek. Together as one we toiled in obscurity paid the dues of the rookie. The beating of the the established stars. The many evening battered and bruised from the training sessions. The many losses when we finally passed from the dojo on to the big stage. All the while looking ahead to the day when we could together stand in the bright lights as equals to the men we looked up to and lauded over as youths.
Many years have past since those days in the dojo. Many things have some to pass. Some great some not so great. All a lesson learned. Each lesson added to the unfinished story that we as a people call life.
Once again Kenshin bows his head, his shoulders rise and fall,his hair cascades flowing ,shining ,covering his face. His arm hangs limply for a second, his hand barely grasping the the mike. Kenshin looks at his hand much of the blood hand seemed to have left his hand. A cold chill shivers up his arm,his eyes see goose bumps rippling just under his skin. His focus lost for a moment ,his mind floated back to the days of which he had just spoken. The days before both were sent here to Mexico. A smile crested on his lips ,as he thought of the night he and this man he spoke of, together had beaten the odds and captured their first pin fall victory. It was against the top men in the company. Shaking off the cobwebs of time he brings the mike up once more his head lifts, showing the crowd an air of melancholy that now gripped him.
Do you remember the night we finally surpassed the last steps from dojo to the main roster? Of who we were given this chance by? Of course you do. Kodo Sakuraba and Hideaki Fuyuki, they had chosen you and I as the ones to pass the mantle to. To lay the laurels of the company's future on our shoulders.
We were chosen to be the top stars of the future, In us they had seen greatness. They had seen it fit to send us here. To this land to learn,to progress,to combine their knowledge in the Japanese ways with those of the Mexican ways.To return to them with the new hybrid skills, the give birth to a new exciting style and future for puroresu. A new spirit. A new voice. But as the fans here know things did not end in that manner.
Come my former friend,my former training partner. My once brother. I have suffered hardness with good cheer. Cold skies, keen perils, embrace life. for it is not I that cowers,or that quakes. Come old friend face me feel the heat that burns from with in the dragon. In sternest school of warfare bred,let steed and spear, bring the battle to me. Come show your steel flash it though the darkness foul. Let us fill the fans with hope of a future great. Let us clash on the canvas battle field.
Turning slowly towards the ramp Kenshin's eyes are mere slits as his gaze fixes on the stage area, there was a tenseness to his stance. An uneasiness flows though the crowd, they feel something was about to happen, they shift in their seats. Kenshin's shoulders heave slightly and slump as if his muscle finally gave way. now he just waits! Unmoving.
