Guest .SVA Posted October 19, 2006 Share Posted October 19, 2006 [CENTER][IMG]http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/3857/bhotwgdd8.jpg[/IMG] [B][COLOR="DarkRed"]B[/COLOR]urning [COLOR="DarkRed"]H[/COLOR]ammer [COLOR="darkred"]O[/COLOR]f [COLOR="darkred"]T[/COLOR]he [COLOR="darkred"]W[/COLOR]restling [COLOR="darkred"]G[/COLOR]ods[/B] [SIZE="1"]Redemptions Path[/SIZE][/center] [INDENT]Chaos. Chaos and disorder everywhere. Through the eyes of Kaneie Komine, everything was in a state of disarray. Everyone was out of place, everything had entered a chaotic form. Nothing was as solid and hard as it was before. Everyone was acting like headless chickens, waiting for the slaughter. Including himself. Just now, he had locked himself in his office. Kaneie saw his own sweat drip down on the legal papers for the quitting of Raul Hughes. Why did he still had that laying around, he thought to himself and opened a drawer, only to throw the piece of paper down in it. He quickly smashed it shut, before wiping his face dry with his hands. He had done this, Kaneie again thought to himself. He himself and him, had brought Burning Hammer Of The Wrestling Gods down from its top position. Why, though he knew the answer to this. He could see his mistake now. He had acted ti swiftly, to quick, to ignorant. And with that he had spurred the revolution that would be known as Inspire Diversity Group International. Kaneie launched his fist off, but only hit a hole in the air. He hated that name. He hated everything it stood for, everything it had become and everything it definitely would become. Kaneie was an emotional wreck. All kinds of feelings and thought raged through his body and mind. He had to save his company. He had to save Japanese wrestling, he thought and quickly rose up from his chair. Komine set his tie and dryed the last ounce of sweat away from his forehead. Kaneie grabbed the phone and dialed the number to the one person he had complete faith in. Haruki Kudo. After hours of conversation, over the black future of BHOTWG. Many options were discussed, in this dark hour. Several buy-outs of the smaller Japanese promotions were suggested, but they were all scrapped as being cowardly and dastardly. BHOTWG had to survive on its own. It had done so for over twenty years, so why would it not succeed now? These words sounded only false in Kaneie's head. Back then, this now downing company, had had major stars, great influence and enormous welfare. Only one thing was left. The funds. The money. But in its current state, Burning Hammer Of The Wrestling Gods was not worth all its prised finance. Now it was being hit from all sides. Two rivals, that were apparently focused on destroying the legend of BHOTWG, had risen and seemingly had no quarrel to fend with other. Kaneie despised the way they were hell-bent on taking him, his pride and the company he had help build and pour it out into the gutter. All options had been overly discussed, but none of them seemed to work in the long run. Kaneie fell back in his chair. He gave a disheartened farewell to Haruki and hung up. This was truly a dark hour for this once so thriving company. Komine was back where he began. He sat in his office chair with his elbows fastly positioned on his desk. He hands supported his head. He had fallen into his own thoughts. The deepest, nightmarish thoughts. BHOTWG would end up like Golden Canvas Grappling. A company that had it all, but by some strange twist of fate was lured away from the path of ultimate success. He saw the picture in front of him. Thousands upon thousands of media men and cameras blitzing. They all had their eyes on the once so dominating and sophisticated business man, Kaneie Komine. But now it was for other reasons then the usual. BHOTWG had failed and the media was eating it. Komine has his face covered by a towel and his name was forever polluted. He could do nothing but walk past into the jet black limousine, like a imprisoned criminals waiting for his sentence. Kaneie just managed to snap out of these armageddon-like thoughts, before falling a sleep amongst papers and pens.[/INDENT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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