Post by Gensai on Oct 25, 2018 0:39:04 GMT -5
We’re backstage at the Bushidokan in Yokohama after the conclusion of the Tiger's Festival.
It’s right after the incredible, brutal show stealing finals encounter between eventual winner Mike Musket and The Ghost Go Gensai. The reporters and photographers erupt in a barrage of questions and shutter snaps as The Pale General walks into the room flanked by The Heavenly King Hiro Minamoto. We can see straight away Gensai isn’t pleased with his second tournament failure in so many weeks, having just lost out on the ¥20,000,000 prize in the recent tag team tourney.
A random reporters voice from the other side of the camera pipes up above the din with a question “Gensai, please Gensai… having stumbled at the finish line of two different tournaments recently, are you in any way disappointed in your debut here in MAXIMUM Japan?”
Minamoto takes a small step to the side, giving his friend room. Knowing full well what’s coming.
Gensai’s eyes slowly grow wide as small saucers. His tongue starts to probe the area around his mouth like some kind of strange jungle worm. “Am I what… DISAPPOINTED?!” He almost yells the word at the top of his lungs. Obviously startling everyone around him. Everyone accept Minamoto, who stands stoically behind and to the left of the Last Free Man who looks just about ready to “answer” the reporter’s question.
*HURK*
In one swift terrifying movement Gensai reaches out and grabs hold of the young man’s shirt collar and literally DRAGS him off his feet and into frame. Legit gasps and one or two shrill screams from the rest of the gathered press as they watch in horror as this madman in white physically manhandles their coworker.
Gensai pulls the man's face in close to his and speaks in his trademark a low, raspy growl. “I’ve been here for less than a month. I’ve made more noise in that month than most of this lazy embarrassment of a roster has done in YEARS. I might not be standing here ¥20,000,000 richer and no, and tonight I failed to overcome… “
The Pale General seethes as he says his name. “... Mike Musket.”
He refocuses on the tiny man still trapped in his clutches. “What I proved is that I not only BELONG here. I proved I’m the biggest wildcard on this whole roster. The bickering, childish front office of this company feeeeears me. I throw a wrench in their precious narrative. You might as well start calling me The Spoiler, because that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Spoil EVERYTHING. Become the most chaotic champion this or any other company has ever seen. NOBODY IS SAFE... not even Demon Brigade.”
He suddenly smiles and boyishly pats the man’s cheek with his free hand.
“I beat Frank Dylan James. Again. And I beat a WORLD tag team champion. In the same. Night.”
In an instant he eats his smile and almost hisses his next words.
“My first MONTH. What will I do next, eh? What on EARTH will Go Gensai do next?” He releases his grip on the young man’s shirt and he scurries away like a small scared animal released from a metal trap. Gensai stands up straight and reaches over slapping Minamoto’s chest suddenly. The two old friends look at one another, Gensai all wide eyes and wild intense energy.
“Come on. I was just bested by FUCKING Davey Crockett, I need beer. Or ten.“ The Last Free Man turns and makes his exist leaving a room full of terrified reporters in his wake.
The Heavenly King silently nods and smiles to the room full of cameras before following after his brutal compatriot.
Cut.
It’s right after the incredible, brutal show stealing finals encounter between eventual winner Mike Musket and The Ghost Go Gensai. The reporters and photographers erupt in a barrage of questions and shutter snaps as The Pale General walks into the room flanked by The Heavenly King Hiro Minamoto. We can see straight away Gensai isn’t pleased with his second tournament failure in so many weeks, having just lost out on the ¥20,000,000 prize in the recent tag team tourney.
A random reporters voice from the other side of the camera pipes up above the din with a question “Gensai, please Gensai… having stumbled at the finish line of two different tournaments recently, are you in any way disappointed in your debut here in MAXIMUM Japan?”
Minamoto takes a small step to the side, giving his friend room. Knowing full well what’s coming.
Gensai’s eyes slowly grow wide as small saucers. His tongue starts to probe the area around his mouth like some kind of strange jungle worm. “Am I what… DISAPPOINTED?!” He almost yells the word at the top of his lungs. Obviously startling everyone around him. Everyone accept Minamoto, who stands stoically behind and to the left of the Last Free Man who looks just about ready to “answer” the reporter’s question.
*HURK*
In one swift terrifying movement Gensai reaches out and grabs hold of the young man’s shirt collar and literally DRAGS him off his feet and into frame. Legit gasps and one or two shrill screams from the rest of the gathered press as they watch in horror as this madman in white physically manhandles their coworker.
Gensai pulls the man's face in close to his and speaks in his trademark a low, raspy growl. “I’ve been here for less than a month. I’ve made more noise in that month than most of this lazy embarrassment of a roster has done in YEARS. I might not be standing here ¥20,000,000 richer and no, and tonight I failed to overcome… “
The Pale General seethes as he says his name. “... Mike Musket.”
He refocuses on the tiny man still trapped in his clutches. “What I proved is that I not only BELONG here. I proved I’m the biggest wildcard on this whole roster. The bickering, childish front office of this company feeeeears me. I throw a wrench in their precious narrative. You might as well start calling me The Spoiler, because that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Spoil EVERYTHING. Become the most chaotic champion this or any other company has ever seen. NOBODY IS SAFE... not even Demon Brigade.”
He suddenly smiles and boyishly pats the man’s cheek with his free hand.
“I beat Frank Dylan James. Again. And I beat a WORLD tag team champion. In the same. Night.”
In an instant he eats his smile and almost hisses his next words.
“My first MONTH. What will I do next, eh? What on EARTH will Go Gensai do next?” He releases his grip on the young man’s shirt and he scurries away like a small scared animal released from a metal trap. Gensai stands up straight and reaches over slapping Minamoto’s chest suddenly. The two old friends look at one another, Gensai all wide eyes and wild intense energy.
“Come on. I was just bested by FUCKING Davey Crockett, I need beer. Or ten.“ The Last Free Man turns and makes his exist leaving a room full of terrified reporters in his wake.
The Heavenly King silently nods and smiles to the room full of cameras before following after his brutal compatriot.
Cut.