** Kin Hiroshi takes a long drag off his cigarette. It’s been a long week, thanks to MCW, and it’s about to get even longer, thanks to UCW. Kin groans; he’s been working like a mule, and breaking his back to stand still among the best talent the world has to offer in UCW. Sitting on a street curb probably doesn’t help any, but at least he’s off his feet for a moment.
At least, he’s anywhere but IN the gutter. **
KIN HIROSHI: “Sometimes a man has to take a stand.
“Sometimes, the hardest decision is deciding which side of the road to stand on.
“The difficulty for me wasn’t deciding what side of the street to stand on. No, that was easy. My loyalties are with UCW, that much is apparent.
“No, the difficulty for me was deciding when to cross the street, and who to take with me.
“Last week I made the charge for UCW; the retaliation, as it seems to be called backstage. Those mid-card lifers over at MCW seem to think that they can get into the limelight with the right funding behind them.
“Kids, you’re kidding yourselves. It’s not about how much money you try to throw at the problem, it’s about the knowledge and skills you obtain that makes you famous.
“Kin Hiroshi isn’t famous because he wrestles for UCW, or anywhere else around the world. What I am famous for is being able to put on a good match and entertain better than most people in this business.
“Yet, your plight remains. You seem to think that if you take something over, you can be on top. Honestly, you think that by trying to take us over, and forcing men, like me, further down on the card, that you will be stars?
“Please. Save your whining for someone who cares, because, frankly, I’m tired of it. So is UCW’s Secretary of Homeland Defense, The Sarge. See, Sarge and I did a little talking after MCW showed up here and tried to throw their weight around.
“You guys want to try and take out a deserving athlete like Sarge? Fine, we will just come back to you, and end the careers of men like Pulsar and the Reno Kidd: men who weren’t going to succeed at all anyways; men that nobody knows and nobody cares about.
“MCW, you threw down the gauntlet, and now, UCW has drawn the line in the sand. If you think you can do whatever you want, you’re sadly mistaken. If you want to be the best in the business and feel like a company like UCW is ‘keeping you down’, then hit the weights and the practice ring, and get a contract to work with us.
“Until then, quit your *****ing because I’ve got better things to do than dismantle your roster, one-by-one.
“Things like Joey Melton and Jonathan Marx.
“Not alone, mind you, but with the newest member of my war council, Sarge.
“Sarge, when we marched into MCW, I could see the rage in your eyes. I could feel the anger and hatred for MCW flowing from you. Hell, when you cold-cocked Pulsar, I don’t think I’ve seen a harder punch thrown, and I’ve seen a lot of punches thrown.
“But this week is different. This week it’s not some gangbang on the weak and downtrodden backstage. This week we have two men who are legends in their own rights.
“Joey Melton. What else do I have to say, Joey? I mean, over the course of the past year, I think I’ve everything that I’ve had to say to you. I mean, I could go on and on, again, about the Cameron Cruise Project. I could say, once more, how you’re time is gone and you’re washed up: ‘Make way for The Muffin Man’.
“Not this time, Mr. Melton. This time I give you a wink, a nod, and a competitive handshake, because it’s the most professional courtesy you’ve seen from me, and the most courtesy you’ll ever see from me.
“I trained to face men just like you Joey: champions amongst champions. I’ve done my damnedest to get to where I am today too. Yet, that one precious, little heirloom has hung from your waist so many times, and it has yet to find its way to mine.
“Now, Jonathan Marx is a man who think that Kin Hiroshi isn’t worthy of a world championship.
“**** you, Jonathan Marx.
“Every time that I’ve wrestled you, you try and discredit my ability. Well, you suck ass too. I see you talking **** every week, and every week you’re the same smarmy asshole that goes home after thinking he got way over and bangs the frumpy prostitute because he figures, ‘Fat chicks need lovin’ too.’
“You’re overrated, Marx. You’re sloppier in the ring than the drag queens you pick up post-event, and you’re redundant and bland.
“Don’t even bother showing up, because every time we wrestle, whether I win or lose, I teach you new things. I’m tired of mentoring someone against my will, and your personal wrestling clinics are over.
“Read my lips, I’m done with you. You’re a crumpled up piece of paper, tossed in the recycle bin.
“That’s right, not the trash, but the recycle bin. Because now that I’ve put my mark all over you, you’re bound be made into something new that thinks he can take over the world, but the fact remains that even though you’ve been branded by The Muffin Man, inside you’re still the lame-ass, pathetic, overrated has-been of a wrestler.
“Leave the wrestling up to the professional athletes, and go to MCW and the bush leagues.
“Hack.”