Post by Gensai on Oct 20, 2018 21:16:12 GMT -5
It’s the night of the 14th. We’re backstage at Sawara Municipal Gym in Fukuoka.
Go Gensai and Hiro Minamoto are fresh from the ring and their crushing defeat at the hands of Rafa Whatley and Umetaro Sakamoto. Missing out on not only a tournament victory, but ¥20,000,000. Hands on his hips, the Prophet of King’s Road wears his defeat right on his face for everyone to see. The Pale General is a whole other story. Whilst his partner sulks Go Gensai marches back and forth, off and back on camera. All wide wild eyes and protruding tongue he finally settles center stage. He claps a hand on The Heavenly King’s shoulder.
“Don’t despair, Minamoto my friend! As these ants bicker over who controls what we showed that no matter who ends up calling the shots that you and me? We’ll go where the competition is. I might be a sadist but I believe in equality above all else. You know this. If there’s a fight to be had The Ghost is there. I paid for my own taxi to get he and I from the Athletic Plaza to here. Out of my own pocket, that’s how much I CRAVE competition.“
His native Japanese flows smoothly from his lips as he continues to almost mug for the camera as he speaks. His words seem to stir Minamoto as he stands a little straighter and nods along with his tag team partner. Gensai continues.
“We dismantled Frank Dylan James and Yamazaki-san and without even changing marched right out of the Athletic Plaza and came here and what did we do? Won two more matches. My my count technically we’ve beat just as many of MAXIMUM Japan’s tag teams as Whatley and Sakamoto tonight if you include earlier tonight across town.”
He smirks sinisterly at the camera. Licking his lips.
“We might not be walking away with ¥20,000,000 but we proved… “
He shoots Minamoto a quick sideways glance.
In breathy broken English.
“I’VE proved that I’m more than MAX Japan number one gaijin hunter! I hunt eeeverybody. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care where you come from. And I really don’t care what suit I’m expected to pay lip service to. I am here for one reason and one reason only. Competition. Combat. I am here to FIGHT… “
He jerks forward and gets right up on the camera. Almost stepping out in front of and blocking out of frame The Prophet of King’s Road. He’s back to his native Japanese now.
“Sano, Enatsu. Little men in cute little suits. Puttering about boardrooms. This bores me. You two want to book rival shows? Fine. I’ll be there at each and every one. Hopping out of a taxi from one to the other over and over taking full advantage of that bigger stage you two nincompoops are providing me. I’ve capitalized on the profitability of chaos my entire career. Chaos caused by me… and by incompetent, tantrum throwing men of business. I’m just afraid gentlemen that in the midst of your little professional dust-up you failed to notice your next great star is standing looking you both in the eye… ”
He lets that one hang in the air between them and he for a few moments before carrying on.
“My little ears are everywhere. I know Tiger’s Festival is the next step. A tournament who’s rules will favor me above almost all others. And that I’ll be facing a member of the legendary Demon Brigade. A fellow pale warrior clad white… “
He licks his lips in anticipation.
“I get to test myself right out of the gate with Tokyo Zombie. I get to beat a CHAMPION. I don’t think you could write my ascent in this company any better if you tried, honestly. Brother I sincerely hope and pray our friend Zenki takes time during our quarterfinals match to watch the hoops I lead you through. This tournament is just another opportunity, just like tonight, to prove to… ”
He chuckles to himself and shakes his head.
“Prove to WHOMEVER is calling the shots around here that you are looking at a future Heavyweight Champion. Anyone who doubts that plain and simple truth can go ask Sano and Enatsu for a match with me, wherever they want to book it. Let me prove over and over why The Last Free Man is ready to take control of his and eeeveryone else's destiny… by any means I see fit. NOBODY IS SAFE.”
He silently stares into the camera with those wide wild eyes for a few silent moments before a strange little laugh escapes his lips and he exists stage left.
Leaving a bewildered Hiro Minamoto in his wake.
Go Gensai and Hiro Minamoto are fresh from the ring and their crushing defeat at the hands of Rafa Whatley and Umetaro Sakamoto. Missing out on not only a tournament victory, but ¥20,000,000. Hands on his hips, the Prophet of King’s Road wears his defeat right on his face for everyone to see. The Pale General is a whole other story. Whilst his partner sulks Go Gensai marches back and forth, off and back on camera. All wide wild eyes and protruding tongue he finally settles center stage. He claps a hand on The Heavenly King’s shoulder.
“Don’t despair, Minamoto my friend! As these ants bicker over who controls what we showed that no matter who ends up calling the shots that you and me? We’ll go where the competition is. I might be a sadist but I believe in equality above all else. You know this. If there’s a fight to be had The Ghost is there. I paid for my own taxi to get he and I from the Athletic Plaza to here. Out of my own pocket, that’s how much I CRAVE competition.“
His native Japanese flows smoothly from his lips as he continues to almost mug for the camera as he speaks. His words seem to stir Minamoto as he stands a little straighter and nods along with his tag team partner. Gensai continues.
“We dismantled Frank Dylan James and Yamazaki-san and without even changing marched right out of the Athletic Plaza and came here and what did we do? Won two more matches. My my count technically we’ve beat just as many of MAXIMUM Japan’s tag teams as Whatley and Sakamoto tonight if you include earlier tonight across town.”
He smirks sinisterly at the camera. Licking his lips.
“We might not be walking away with ¥20,000,000 but we proved… “
He shoots Minamoto a quick sideways glance.
In breathy broken English.
“I’VE proved that I’m more than MAX Japan number one gaijin hunter! I hunt eeeverybody. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care where you come from. And I really don’t care what suit I’m expected to pay lip service to. I am here for one reason and one reason only. Competition. Combat. I am here to FIGHT… “
He jerks forward and gets right up on the camera. Almost stepping out in front of and blocking out of frame The Prophet of King’s Road. He’s back to his native Japanese now.
“Sano, Enatsu. Little men in cute little suits. Puttering about boardrooms. This bores me. You two want to book rival shows? Fine. I’ll be there at each and every one. Hopping out of a taxi from one to the other over and over taking full advantage of that bigger stage you two nincompoops are providing me. I’ve capitalized on the profitability of chaos my entire career. Chaos caused by me… and by incompetent, tantrum throwing men of business. I’m just afraid gentlemen that in the midst of your little professional dust-up you failed to notice your next great star is standing looking you both in the eye… ”
He lets that one hang in the air between them and he for a few moments before carrying on.
“My little ears are everywhere. I know Tiger’s Festival is the next step. A tournament who’s rules will favor me above almost all others. And that I’ll be facing a member of the legendary Demon Brigade. A fellow pale warrior clad white… “
He licks his lips in anticipation.
“I get to test myself right out of the gate with Tokyo Zombie. I get to beat a CHAMPION. I don’t think you could write my ascent in this company any better if you tried, honestly. Brother I sincerely hope and pray our friend Zenki takes time during our quarterfinals match to watch the hoops I lead you through. This tournament is just another opportunity, just like tonight, to prove to… ”
He chuckles to himself and shakes his head.
“Prove to WHOMEVER is calling the shots around here that you are looking at a future Heavyweight Champion. Anyone who doubts that plain and simple truth can go ask Sano and Enatsu for a match with me, wherever they want to book it. Let me prove over and over why The Last Free Man is ready to take control of his and eeeveryone else's destiny… by any means I see fit. NOBODY IS SAFE.”
He silently stares into the camera with those wide wild eyes for a few silent moments before a strange little laugh escapes his lips and he exists stage left.
Leaving a bewildered Hiro Minamoto in his wake.