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Wrestler Info[/color]
Wrestlers Name
Kenji Asano
Nicknames
"Grappler Zero"
Home Town
Osaka, Japan
Gender
Male
Age
24
Height
1.7m (5'8")
Weight
70.3kg (155lbs)
Pic Base (With picture)
Daniel Dae Kim
Entrance Music
"Freedom" by Blood Stain Child
Entrance
The lights go out. "Freedom" by Blood Stain Child explodes over the speakers. Grappler Zero is here.
Alignment
Heel
Wrestling Style
Technical / Aerial
General Moves
Armdrag
Enziguri Kick
Snap Suplex
Hangman's Neckbreaker
Tornado DDT
Small Package DDT
Fisherman Buster
Guillotine Legdrop
Inverted Figure-4
Ankle Lock
Rocker Dropper
German Suplex
Tornado Backbreaker
The Back Drop Driver
Signature Moves
Shinning Wizard
Brainbuster
Roaring Elbow
Anaconda Clutch
Sliding D
Finishers
Absolute Zero (A sick cradle piledriver)
Zero Tolerance (Victims legs are hooked as if in a Surfboard, then Kenji applies his patented Dragon Sleeper)
Biography
Kenji Asano is a young wrestling prodigy from Japan. He used to wear his fathers infamous 'Dragon Mask' to the ring, but lost the right to wear the mask during a match with a hated rival. For the past five years he has dominated the Japanese Indy circuit, at one time holding five titles in two different feds. He has won the World Junior-Heavyweight Invitational Tournament three years running. Founder of the savage heel stable "Team Black" and master of a highly technical yet daringly aerial attack, he is feared as one of the most ruthless and gifted competitors in the business. Now he has set his sights on America.
A Sample RP.[/center]
The memories are hazy. When Kenji Asano tries to recall August 3rd, 2006 he is met with vague impressions of blood and terror. But the video has no trouble remembering. Video is not squeamish, it is not concerned with sparing your feelings. It is raw, and it is still difficult for Kenji Asano to watch. But he does, invariably, and it helps him relive those seventeen hectic minutes in a sweltering baseball stadium as if they happened yesterday.
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Nagoya, Japan
August 3rd, 2006
Kenji cannot see out of his left eye. There is a smudge over half his vision, as if a lens has fallen out of his glasses.
But Kenji Asano does not wear glasses.
He is pawing around for the bottom rope, something to orient himself in the ring. He can find nothing. He feels as though if he stops moving he will die and he continues pawing around like a child.
[The video shows Kenji Asano, no mask and wrestling under his own name, crawling in a small circle in the ring, a torrent of blood pouring out of a cut over his left eye. He is obviously senseless and injured. After the match the doctors will say he has a serious concussion. Kenji will not remember this.]
Behind him is death incarnate, this much he is sure of. A black-hearted monster, stalking him like a cat. The academic part of Kenji’s brain knows the beast is named Buffalo Omura. He knows that Omura lost his AEW World Title two weeks prior and is on a tear through the roster trying to get it back. He knows that “The Buffalo” is making an example of the rich-kid rookie, Kenji Asano. He knows this but the academic part of Kenji’s brain is not working.
He is simply terrified.
Omura attacks him and he yelps like a kicked dog.
[The video shows Omura, a bearish man with no style or talent, but plenty of strength and cruelty, stomp the wounded Asano on the back of the ankle as he crawls around the ring. Asano yelps and rolls onto his back, clutching his wounded appendage. Omura turns to the crowd, flexing his flabby arms. The Nagoya fans cheer their hero.]
It is to much.
All to much; the fear, the crowd, the pain. His system is overwhelmed. He would tap out if he remembered where he was or what he was doing. After a moment, he is back on his stomach, dragging himself toward the ropes. Muscle memory, drilled into his head by training harder at professional wrestling than anyone thought possible, is all that keeps him from shutting down completely.
So he does the one thing he can do.
He crawls.
[Buffalo Omura finishes his posturing and turns back to Kenji Asano. Kenji looks wounded, now semi-dragging his ankle behind him. Omura stalks over, grabbing a handful of Kenji’s hair and pulling him to his feet. Kenji screams, and Omura whips him into corner with the impact of a car crash.]
Now it is his scalp. It feels like his head is on fire, and he screams.
Suddenly he is moving; suddenly he is stopped.
All the oxygen is driven out of his body at the impact, and his arms draping themselves over the top-rope is all that keeps him upright. Bizarrely it occurs to him that the turnbuckle he just hit was probably made in his families factory in Nagasaki. But then the air rushes back into his lungs, his nerve endings fire, and he almost collapses all over again.
[The fans give a hearty “Uhwahh!!” at Asano smacking the corner. Omura charges in right behind him. Omura hits his patented Apocalypse Splash, crushing Asano between the ring post and his bulk. Another “Uhwahh!!” and Asano falls face first out of the corner.]
A moment of darkness.
A brief respite.
A vacation.
Then back to the canvas stained with his blood, his body pleading with him to pass back out, and Satan himself:
Buffalo Omura.
Omura steps back and the fans begin to cheer. They know what happens after the Apocalypse Splash. They know what is coming. Omura puts his index fingers on either side of his head and the place goes up: Buffalo Bomb.
It’s coming. Yell for your friends in the kitchen.
Buffalo Omura is about to kill someone.
Kenji can hear the crowd reaction, he knows what’s coming. He has watched enough tapes of Buffalo Omura to know exactly what’s happening. He is putting his fingers one his head like an idiot, people are loving it. The fear returns.
The Buffalo Bomb.
It is shocking how quickly the thought brings Kenji’s mind into focus; the web of pain in his body turning down the volume for a few precious seconds. He will have to counter. Slide down Omura’s back, hit a hangman’s neck breaker and in a flurry of motion hook Zero Tolerance. Then bend him, make his fat ass tap in front of all his fat fans. Yes. You will not have but one shot at this Kenji, if you move to soon he will stomp you and then:
Buffalo Bomb.
If you move to late, he will stomp you and:
Buffalo Bomb.
If you do everything perfect but Omura sees you coming anyway:
Buffalo Bomb.
The panic giggles try to start and threaten to bubble out of Kenji’s throat, but he holds on.
[Now Omura is ready. He picks Asano up, the rich-kid rookie; dangerously limp. Now Asano is down on one knee, his head nestled in Buffalo Omura’s flabby crotch. Omura wraps his arms around Asano’s waist and hoists him up. Kenji Asano now hangs crucified over Buffalo Omura’s back. Omura takes two lumbering steps in what announcers describe as “running” and launches Asano over the top-rope. Zero has no counter. Asano sails a legitimate ten feet through the air. His impact causes the announcers table to basically explode.]
And Kenji Asano is flying.
He feels little pain at this point, just an odd resignation. His last conscious thought before his thinking mind checks out is a simple one:
What the hell am I going to do now?
[The crowd on the tape explodes with a hearty “Uhwahh!!” Buffalo Omura flexes and gets the KO victory. The screen fades out.]
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Kat Shannon: Why do you always watch this thing? It’s morbid.
Zero is reclining on the immaculate leather sofa in his suite at the San Francisco Hilton. He certainly wasn’t going to stay in Oakland. Kat Shannon is perched nearby, sipping a glass of wine.
Zero: It’s a reminder. You know what I was thinking during the Buffalo Bomb?
Kat: What?
Zero: I was thinking: “What the hell am I going to do now?”
Kat: Did you come up with anything?
Zero: Can’t say I did. But it was the last time I have ever had that thought. Every moment of everyday, in the boardroom, on the street, in the ring; I always know EXCATLY what I’m doing.
There is a quiet moment, and Ms. Shannon sips her fantastic local wine.
Kat: What does any of this have to do with Monday Madness?
Zero: Skyler Mason has spent his whole career being the best. He dominated the Texas Independents, he beat that fool Cre8avision in less than a minute. He’s arrogant, foolish and extremely talented. Which makes him very dangerous, but it won’t matter.
Kat: Oh?
Zero: No. Because on Monday he’s going to have to ask himself the same question that Raphael asked himself when he saw Michelangelo’s work. The same question Dan Marino asked himself when he saw Joe Montana quarterback. The same question Eric Clapton asked himself when he heard Jimi Hendrix. The same question I asked myself against Buffalo Omura.
There is a pause as Zero takes a sip of Scotch older than any living man.
Zero: He’s going to have to ask himself what we all have to ask ourselves when we‘re over matched: What the hell am I going to do now?
Kat Shannon thinks that over for a moment, before setting her wine glass on the coffee-table.
Kat: Very well. If it’s alright with you Mr. Asano I’ll be heading to my room.
Zero: Of course Ms. Shannon. I’m sorry to have kept you this long.
Kat gathers her things, tossing her purse over her shoulder and grabbing her lap-top off a nearby desk. As she reaches the door, she turns back to her employer and let’s face it; only friend.
Kat: Zero, what ever happened to Buffalo Omura?
Kenji Asano does not look up from his Scotch.
Zero: The week after he beat me in Nagoya, he defeated “Dandy” Don Devlin to regain his AEW World Title. He held it for four years.
Kat: Then?
Now Asano flashes a grin, and drains his Scotch.
Zero: In 2010 I made him tap out with Zero Tolerance to win my first AEW World Heavyweight Championship.
Ms. Shannon actually cracks a smiles back.
Kat: But you don’t ever watch that match do you?
Zero: No. I have nothing to learn from it.
With that, Kat Shannon excuses herself. As she pulls the door shut behind her, she catches a glimpse of Grappler Zero, starting the tape over. She shakes her head, closes the door, and heads down the hall to her room, a bubble bath, and an already chilled bottle of Chateau Lafite.
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