Post by Gensai on Dec 19, 2018 9:57:40 GMT -5
We’re standing backstage at the Sword of Lite Grand Prix Final in Tokyo, Japan. The murmur of the pack of reporters, dirt sheet writers, and magazine photographers filling the interview area doubles in volume as the NEW World tag team champions saunter into the room. The Massive Virginian Mastodon Frank Dylan James is first through the door, the end of the leather strap clamped between his gnarled jaws. Leaving his hands free to hook a thumb through each overall strap as he posts up in front of the reporters… ignoring their questions.
He just looks over at his new tag team partner just now slithering into the room. The Ghost Go Gensai has the leather belt respectfully folded and tucked in the crook of his arm. He runs his free hand over his short cropped platinum blond hair as he reaches Frank’s side in the center of the room. He leans close to FDJ for a moment, the two exchanging a few silent words. Gensai smiles his strange toothy grin and gives Frank a sharp clap on the shoulder.
The Pale General turns with FIRE in his beady little eyes, and in his trademark raspy shout “FAREWELL AND FIGHT ON! I will fight on. Because I just won a shiny gold ticket to greener pastures in the United States. NOTHING EVER DIES! Yes it does. You are, MAXIMUM Japan. But I’m not. Not Go Gensai, he gets to fight on. And neither is my unlikely ally Frank, here. He gets to fight on too.” Go hazards a look over his shoulder at Frank, now more or less GNAWING on the end of the leather World tag team title still clenched between his gnarled, tobacco stained teeth.
Gensai lets loose a terrifying, guttural laugh as he pets the faceplate of the world tag team title tucked in the crook of his arm. “Frank and I are going to switch places, he and I. You see… I’m, going to try my hand and being the arrogant prick foreigner for a change. LION’S ROAD has noooo idea what it has in store when Frank and I bring these belts back to… “ more laughter “our new HOME, eh? But just like the vikings of old would put the TORCH to the villages they’d pilliage so to shall Go Gensai. MAXIMUM Japan will watch as Minamoto and I team one last time to smeeear that arrogant clown Jun Vegas’ skin across the canvas. Giving me free reign with this fool TWICE OVER, in fact. In one last strange gift you’ve decided to put Frank and I in this absurd scramble match TOGETHER. I hope Jun, AJ Knight and Ashley Kendric one, two or all three have unexpected chemistry that last night of 2018 because they will be facing the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.”
He shakes his head in satisfied disbelief, looking down at the belt for a moment “We have our golden tickets… this is true.“ His eyes pop back up and refocus on the camera. “But I have to keep a promise to my friend Frank, here. Before he and I board a plane for the United States, for LION’S ROAD… Frank would very much like to leave a MESS.” The Ghost reaches up and rubs his chin with a raspy chuckle. “Our country didn’t AGREE with Frank. Now, on this we don’t agree. I love my homeland dearly. But Frank would like to leave an impression here in Japan. So who am I to deny the man who helped me garner such an achievement his final boon?”
Gensai unfurls his tag team title from under his arm, clenching the leather strap in his fist and holding the title aloft for all to see.
“This Farewell Tour? NOBODY. IS. SAFE. When we step onto US soil, into LION’S ROAD… ”
Frank, his belt now slung over his shoulder, slaps a huge meaty paw onto Gensai’s shoulder.
The Mastodon focuses his massive bearded head towards the camera…
“Aint nobody safe ANYWHERE.”
As Frank returns his World tag team title belt to between his juice stained jaws Gensai whips the white towel from around his neck and suddenly snaps it at the assembled wrestling press with a sadistic laugh. He shouts at the top of his lungs…
“ANYWHERE! You hear him?! Nobody is safe… ANYWHEEEEERE!”
The sweaty, triumphant tag team champion leaves with that same strange toothy smile on his lips as he and his partner vacate the premises.
Exit stage right.
He just looks over at his new tag team partner just now slithering into the room. The Ghost Go Gensai has the leather belt respectfully folded and tucked in the crook of his arm. He runs his free hand over his short cropped platinum blond hair as he reaches Frank’s side in the center of the room. He leans close to FDJ for a moment, the two exchanging a few silent words. Gensai smiles his strange toothy grin and gives Frank a sharp clap on the shoulder.
The Pale General turns with FIRE in his beady little eyes, and in his trademark raspy shout “FAREWELL AND FIGHT ON! I will fight on. Because I just won a shiny gold ticket to greener pastures in the United States. NOTHING EVER DIES! Yes it does. You are, MAXIMUM Japan. But I’m not. Not Go Gensai, he gets to fight on. And neither is my unlikely ally Frank, here. He gets to fight on too.” Go hazards a look over his shoulder at Frank, now more or less GNAWING on the end of the leather World tag team title still clenched between his gnarled, tobacco stained teeth.
Gensai lets loose a terrifying, guttural laugh as he pets the faceplate of the world tag team title tucked in the crook of his arm. “Frank and I are going to switch places, he and I. You see… I’m, going to try my hand and being the arrogant prick foreigner for a change. LION’S ROAD has noooo idea what it has in store when Frank and I bring these belts back to… “ more laughter “our new HOME, eh? But just like the vikings of old would put the TORCH to the villages they’d pilliage so to shall Go Gensai. MAXIMUM Japan will watch as Minamoto and I team one last time to smeeear that arrogant clown Jun Vegas’ skin across the canvas. Giving me free reign with this fool TWICE OVER, in fact. In one last strange gift you’ve decided to put Frank and I in this absurd scramble match TOGETHER. I hope Jun, AJ Knight and Ashley Kendric one, two or all three have unexpected chemistry that last night of 2018 because they will be facing the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.”
He shakes his head in satisfied disbelief, looking down at the belt for a moment “We have our golden tickets… this is true.“ His eyes pop back up and refocus on the camera. “But I have to keep a promise to my friend Frank, here. Before he and I board a plane for the United States, for LION’S ROAD… Frank would very much like to leave a MESS.” The Ghost reaches up and rubs his chin with a raspy chuckle. “Our country didn’t AGREE with Frank. Now, on this we don’t agree. I love my homeland dearly. But Frank would like to leave an impression here in Japan. So who am I to deny the man who helped me garner such an achievement his final boon?”
Gensai unfurls his tag team title from under his arm, clenching the leather strap in his fist and holding the title aloft for all to see.
“This Farewell Tour? NOBODY. IS. SAFE. When we step onto US soil, into LION’S ROAD… ”
Frank, his belt now slung over his shoulder, slaps a huge meaty paw onto Gensai’s shoulder.
The Mastodon focuses his massive bearded head towards the camera…
“Aint nobody safe ANYWHERE.”
As Frank returns his World tag team title belt to between his juice stained jaws Gensai whips the white towel from around his neck and suddenly snaps it at the assembled wrestling press with a sadistic laugh. He shouts at the top of his lungs…
“ANYWHERE! You hear him?! Nobody is safe… ANYWHEEEEERE!”
The sweaty, triumphant tag team champion leaves with that same strange toothy smile on his lips as he and his partner vacate the premises.
Exit stage right.