Post by davidtroy on Sept 11, 2018 22:57:36 GMT -5
The impact of the wheels on the runway was enough to jostle him from his slumber. As he came to his senses, he saw the plane slow down, little by little, until it came to a stop at the terminal and the passengers were cleared to exit.
He was not alone; his lover stroked the inside of his forearm with one finger, her brain scrambling to see if her Japanese hadn’t gotten rusty since the last time she was here.
David Troy shambled as best he could, kept alive only by the promise of that canned coffee he liked so much. He had a few days to prepare for this tour; it was his first time working for Max-Japan in some time, and he wanted to prove to Sano-san that he was worth every yen offered to him to not only tour the country where he made his rep, but also be a good boy and not shank his fellow Lion’s Road competitors.
David stopped at the food court, where he ordered a can of Boss canned coffee and an apple. Japanese cuisine wasn’t always amenable to his vegetarian lifestyle, but he always found a way of making it work here. The canned coffee started to do its magic almost immediately, and his mind started racing about his plans here. Defending his King of Lions title on Japanese soil against Billy Danielson, and the proverbial peace offering made by bringing the belt onto Japanese soil in the first place.
But before that, he had so much on his plate besides. Teaming with the WALL to go four-on-four with MJPW’s stars. Oh, and Fuckboy was on his team too.
He really started to wonder if taking Sano’s money was worth waiving a chance to pants AJ Knight in the center of the ring for a laugh. Then he realized that maybe, JUST maybe, Fuckboy would be the buffer between him and an unfair situation with the WALL.
He scoffed before taking a bite of his apple; naaaaaaaaaaah.
Then the other things. The tag match with Matt Pulver. The Sport Form grappling match with David Gage. Honestly, in terms and winning and losing, THAT was the only matchup that concerned him. David Troy is not a grappling specialist; he’s a striker. A kickboxer. He had a blue belt in jiu-jitsu, but he didn’t consider himself anything CLOSE to a submission expert, and only really used moves like that to help with pins. He HAD some submission skills; he won the World’s Heavyweight Championship with one, after all.
But in a match where that was the ONLY way of victory? He didn’t like it. He was interested in testing the skills of David Gage, though. Maybe he could be a worthy addition to the Dangerous Mix’s Japan wing while Bam Markham was home?
He started walking to the baggage claim as Saori made some calls to set up their accommodations. Mushigihara was on his way back to Japan from New Orleans, so at least some muscle was at hand.
David really got to thinking about that match with Danielson, though. He actually kinda liked Danielson, which was more than he could say of the WALL. Or Fuckboy. Or Pulver. But Danielson was first in line to the belt he had shed much blood and sweat to win, and David was not about to join Pulver, or Irvine, or Fuckboy, on the list of fluke champions. He was keen on having drinks with him afterward, but on October 13, he was dead set on protecting his throne.
Two small suitcases rolled out bearing the names of David Troy and Saori Kazama. With a smile, David tossed the apple core into a waste bin before hoisting the bags. Wheeling them both toward the door where Saori waited, David sighed in relief as he kissed his lover and waited for whatever came next.
“The King has arrived, babe,” he mumbled to her.
“And it sounds like the King still needs a nap,” she quickly snapped.
The campaign of the King of Lions has begun.
He was not alone; his lover stroked the inside of his forearm with one finger, her brain scrambling to see if her Japanese hadn’t gotten rusty since the last time she was here.
David Troy shambled as best he could, kept alive only by the promise of that canned coffee he liked so much. He had a few days to prepare for this tour; it was his first time working for Max-Japan in some time, and he wanted to prove to Sano-san that he was worth every yen offered to him to not only tour the country where he made his rep, but also be a good boy and not shank his fellow Lion’s Road competitors.
David stopped at the food court, where he ordered a can of Boss canned coffee and an apple. Japanese cuisine wasn’t always amenable to his vegetarian lifestyle, but he always found a way of making it work here. The canned coffee started to do its magic almost immediately, and his mind started racing about his plans here. Defending his King of Lions title on Japanese soil against Billy Danielson, and the proverbial peace offering made by bringing the belt onto Japanese soil in the first place.
But before that, he had so much on his plate besides. Teaming with the WALL to go four-on-four with MJPW’s stars. Oh, and Fuckboy was on his team too.
He really started to wonder if taking Sano’s money was worth waiving a chance to pants AJ Knight in the center of the ring for a laugh. Then he realized that maybe, JUST maybe, Fuckboy would be the buffer between him and an unfair situation with the WALL.
He scoffed before taking a bite of his apple; naaaaaaaaaaah.
Then the other things. The tag match with Matt Pulver. The Sport Form grappling match with David Gage. Honestly, in terms and winning and losing, THAT was the only matchup that concerned him. David Troy is not a grappling specialist; he’s a striker. A kickboxer. He had a blue belt in jiu-jitsu, but he didn’t consider himself anything CLOSE to a submission expert, and only really used moves like that to help with pins. He HAD some submission skills; he won the World’s Heavyweight Championship with one, after all.
But in a match where that was the ONLY way of victory? He didn’t like it. He was interested in testing the skills of David Gage, though. Maybe he could be a worthy addition to the Dangerous Mix’s Japan wing while Bam Markham was home?
He started walking to the baggage claim as Saori made some calls to set up their accommodations. Mushigihara was on his way back to Japan from New Orleans, so at least some muscle was at hand.
David really got to thinking about that match with Danielson, though. He actually kinda liked Danielson, which was more than he could say of the WALL. Or Fuckboy. Or Pulver. But Danielson was first in line to the belt he had shed much blood and sweat to win, and David was not about to join Pulver, or Irvine, or Fuckboy, on the list of fluke champions. He was keen on having drinks with him afterward, but on October 13, he was dead set on protecting his throne.
Two small suitcases rolled out bearing the names of David Troy and Saori Kazama. With a smile, David tossed the apple core into a waste bin before hoisting the bags. Wheeling them both toward the door where Saori waited, David sighed in relief as he kissed his lover and waited for whatever came next.
“The King has arrived, babe,” he mumbled to her.
“And it sounds like the King still needs a nap,” she quickly snapped.
The campaign of the King of Lions has begun.