Post by Teddy Hart on May 22, 2007 13:04:44 GMT -5
.::The lights in the arena all of a sudden goes out. The fans begin to cheer at the excitement of not being able to see anything. A video begins to play on the screen. There's a fire in the middle of what seems to be some kind of American Indian camp with braves and warriors dancing around it, chanting, kind of seems like praying of some sort. The camera slowly pans around as we see an Elder sitting by watching the festivities and telling the soon-to-be braves a story. The camera continues to pan as it is focused on one individual in particular. He has his back turned to the camera, and once he does, he is donned in multi-colored war paint, most notably, red, white, blue, and a dark color, most likely black. The man just stands there for a moment, looking dead straight ahead at the camera. His semi-emotionless face turns to one filled with anger as he yells out one simple word::.
AKANDO!
.::The scream causes mass pandemonium at the camp. The squaws are running with their babies in their arms and their little kids running at their heels. The braves stop dancing and smothers out the fire that once was and runs away from the scene. The camera picks up the sounds of wolves howling and eagles squawking as the camera changes focus to the brightly light full moon. The words... "He's coming..." appears on the screen as the attention is now focused in the arena. The lights are still out as the fans are still somewhat cheering. Then, some Native American sounding tribal music begins to play over the PA system. Could this be? Is the time now? A moment or two passes as the same man we saw before backs he way out of the back. One solo spot light illuminates the ramp way for the Native American as he makes his way down to the ring. He is reminiscent of a young Tatanka, but minus the mullet with the addition of face paint. Oddly enough, he is draped in a wolf's skin. He enters the ring with the crowd stunned at what is happening in front of them as the man receives a microphone from someone at ringside. The theme dies down and the lights turn back on as the crowd is still semi-silent, waiting to get to know the new addition to the roster::.
The festivities that you have just seen is a tidbit of my culture. Many men thought that all my people did was dance around the campfire, but what they fail to realize is that it's only a speck of what my culture is about. Another false accusation is that we don't pay homage to the game that we have captured. But that is a lie. Take this wolf that is resting upon my head for example. My people honor and respect this animal... ALL the animals found in the brush. We learn from them, we live with them, we become them. Throughout time, these wolves taught my people the importance of family, how to hunt, and how to forage for food. We owe our existence to these creatures. Now, let me tell you a story, much like the one an Elder told me when I was a mere young brave. He said to me:
"A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."
Now, I sat there in the circle of my brothers and thought about what the elder said for a minute, and then I asked him, "Which wolf will win?"
The Elder smiled a little and told us, "The one you feed."
.::Okay, what was the point in that? The fans are here to see some wrestling, not to have stories being "read" to them. The man hears the boos as a smile breaks across his serious face::.
You incompetent fools. The likes of you never change, do they? When you people came over, the only thing that you knew was ignorance. Ignorance to the Earth, ignorance to my people, and ignorance to yourselves. No wonder why idiots like you makes me feed the first wolf!
For so long, have I kept this anger bottled up inside of me. For too long, have I sat back and heard all the gruesome tales of how the "innocent" white men took everything away from us "savages." And for too long have my people just sat back and absorbed it like a sponge. Since the year 1492, my people have welcomed your ancestors with open arms. And what kind of thanks do we get? We get your diseases. You wanted us to do your work. You killed almost all of the tribes just for one thing... land. The Earth does not belong to us, we belong to the Earth.
My name is Akando... Sioux for ambush. And my main mission here in WCW? To pick apart the competition one by one. I will work myself from the bottom up to prove that this industry is prejudiced to not only the greatest minority, but to the lesser one as well. I am ready for this challenge. Ever since I was a little brave, I have envisioned the moment that I would be crowned the World Heavyweight Champion. Of all the goals that I have planed, this is at the very, very top. I will do something that no other indigenous peoples of the United States have ever done, and that is to become the Heavyweight Champion of the World. But before I can ever reach a pinnacle that high, I have to overcome all the prejudices thrown my way by you people... the white devil. Generations and generations of my people being unrightfully tried and killed over things that we did not do. We have been labeled as the "bad guys" over the years because we stood up for Mother Earth. We stood up for the land that she has let us occupy. And yet, we get harassed and heckled for it. Now let me tell you incompetent fools something, Custer got exactly what he deserved!
.::This causes a mass hysteria in the arena as the fans start booing and throwing things into the ring. Akando wants to continue but can not because his mic has been turned off. He hears his theme play over the loudspeaker and exits the ring, smiling at what he has started. WCW Saturday Night fades to a commercial break::.
AKANDO!
.::The scream causes mass pandemonium at the camp. The squaws are running with their babies in their arms and their little kids running at their heels. The braves stop dancing and smothers out the fire that once was and runs away from the scene. The camera picks up the sounds of wolves howling and eagles squawking as the camera changes focus to the brightly light full moon. The words... "He's coming..." appears on the screen as the attention is now focused in the arena. The lights are still out as the fans are still somewhat cheering. Then, some Native American sounding tribal music begins to play over the PA system. Could this be? Is the time now? A moment or two passes as the same man we saw before backs he way out of the back. One solo spot light illuminates the ramp way for the Native American as he makes his way down to the ring. He is reminiscent of a young Tatanka, but minus the mullet with the addition of face paint. Oddly enough, he is draped in a wolf's skin. He enters the ring with the crowd stunned at what is happening in front of them as the man receives a microphone from someone at ringside. The theme dies down and the lights turn back on as the crowd is still semi-silent, waiting to get to know the new addition to the roster::.
The festivities that you have just seen is a tidbit of my culture. Many men thought that all my people did was dance around the campfire, but what they fail to realize is that it's only a speck of what my culture is about. Another false accusation is that we don't pay homage to the game that we have captured. But that is a lie. Take this wolf that is resting upon my head for example. My people honor and respect this animal... ALL the animals found in the brush. We learn from them, we live with them, we become them. Throughout time, these wolves taught my people the importance of family, how to hunt, and how to forage for food. We owe our existence to these creatures. Now, let me tell you a story, much like the one an Elder told me when I was a mere young brave. He said to me:
"A fight is going on inside me. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."
Now, I sat there in the circle of my brothers and thought about what the elder said for a minute, and then I asked him, "Which wolf will win?"
The Elder smiled a little and told us, "The one you feed."
.::Okay, what was the point in that? The fans are here to see some wrestling, not to have stories being "read" to them. The man hears the boos as a smile breaks across his serious face::.
You incompetent fools. The likes of you never change, do they? When you people came over, the only thing that you knew was ignorance. Ignorance to the Earth, ignorance to my people, and ignorance to yourselves. No wonder why idiots like you makes me feed the first wolf!
For so long, have I kept this anger bottled up inside of me. For too long, have I sat back and heard all the gruesome tales of how the "innocent" white men took everything away from us "savages." And for too long have my people just sat back and absorbed it like a sponge. Since the year 1492, my people have welcomed your ancestors with open arms. And what kind of thanks do we get? We get your diseases. You wanted us to do your work. You killed almost all of the tribes just for one thing... land. The Earth does not belong to us, we belong to the Earth.
My name is Akando... Sioux for ambush. And my main mission here in WCW? To pick apart the competition one by one. I will work myself from the bottom up to prove that this industry is prejudiced to not only the greatest minority, but to the lesser one as well. I am ready for this challenge. Ever since I was a little brave, I have envisioned the moment that I would be crowned the World Heavyweight Champion. Of all the goals that I have planed, this is at the very, very top. I will do something that no other indigenous peoples of the United States have ever done, and that is to become the Heavyweight Champion of the World. But before I can ever reach a pinnacle that high, I have to overcome all the prejudices thrown my way by you people... the white devil. Generations and generations of my people being unrightfully tried and killed over things that we did not do. We have been labeled as the "bad guys" over the years because we stood up for Mother Earth. We stood up for the land that she has let us occupy. And yet, we get harassed and heckled for it. Now let me tell you incompetent fools something, Custer got exactly what he deserved!
.::This causes a mass hysteria in the arena as the fans start booing and throwing things into the ring. Akando wants to continue but can not because his mic has been turned off. He hears his theme play over the loudspeaker and exits the ring, smiling at what he has started. WCW Saturday Night fades to a commercial break::.
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Name: Tim
E-mail Address: td_alexander9990@hotmail.com
Wrestler's Name: Akando
Finisher: Trail's End
Description: I can't remember. You know what it is Sam, Chris Hero's finisher.
Hometown: Shakopee Mdewakanton Sioux Community
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 260 lbs.