Post by Gensai on Oct 29, 2018 23:31:49 GMT -5
We’re lost somewhere in Tokyo.
A very dark very swanky looking bar. Every tall private booth filled with folks obviously looking to mind their business so long as you mind yours. We stop at one of these booths, it’s single occupant dressed in an all white suit, no shirt. The Ghost Go Gensai puffs on the nearly spent end of what looks to have been a fine cigar. The smoke rises up and over the little round mirrored glasses shielding his eyes from us.
From the sound of his voice and the glass sitting in front of him, The Pale General’s been drinking. “Fuck you Davey Crockett. Stay on the apron Shoju… leave Davey to me on the ninth, eh?”
A toothy smile and breathy laugh.
“Night one? Who can stop The Heavenly King and The Last Free Man? Minamoto and myself proved the night of the fourteenth just what sort of team we are… no, hell… GO GENSAI proved what sort of tag team competitor he is! Eh?! Kusumoto, Lynx, Minamoto. You pair any old thing with greatness you still at the very least have GREATNESS.”
He leans forward in his seat at that, cradling his glass in his hand. “Do you hear me Frank Dylan James? I’m absolutely filled to the BRIM with hatred for you foreigners. I know there’s others beating that drum here in MAXIMUM Japan but I beat it louder. Purer. My hatred boils after losing to… Mike Musket.”
His upper lips curls at that. He spits the mans name down onto the table top.
“I’m greater than him. I know I am. I’m greater than you, Frank.”
He leans back in his seat again. Confidence beaming from his gnarled face like a mad scientist's death ray. “I’m going to beat you. You see, there’s no stopping me now. MAXIMUM Japan has never seen anyone rise as quickly as me. No. Not like me. Go Gensai is… special.”
He licks his lips in anticipation. Pushing his mirrored sunglasses up on to the top of his platinum blond head. “I want you to watch, Frank. What I do to the so -called Hunter of Holds. Sakamoto… you won’t have to hunt for MY holds. I’ll be assaulting you with them from the very second the bell rings. Not even with The unstoppable Mountain at your side will you be able to match me. I’ve said it over and over and over now… Nobody. Is. Safe.”
His beady little eyes focus on us like some sort of predator. “I’m going to dismantle those men, Frank. Then I’m going to do my best to INJURE our friend Davey Crockett.”
A wild look in his eyes. “I mean it Mike Musket. I’m going to huuurt you. It will be like a… what’s the word? … ahh, a TEASER. Go Gensai covered in greeeasy American blood with his hand held in victory. There’s no stopping me, Frank.”
Another toothy smile. Another breathy, hollow sounding laugh.
He shouts his mantra.
“NOBODY. IS. SAFE.”
He tamps out the now utterly spent butt, then slowly pulls another similarly expensive looking cigar from his coat pocket. He pulls out a cigar cutter and prepares the smoke as he shakes his head disgustedly “Nobody. Is. … “
He takes a long drag as he lights the stogie, lowering his glasses back over his eyes. The word escapes his mouth at the same moment as a torrent of thick white smoke.
“... Safe.”
He snaps his cigar cutter open and closed in-front of the camera suddenly as we Cut.
A very dark very swanky looking bar. Every tall private booth filled with folks obviously looking to mind their business so long as you mind yours. We stop at one of these booths, it’s single occupant dressed in an all white suit, no shirt. The Ghost Go Gensai puffs on the nearly spent end of what looks to have been a fine cigar. The smoke rises up and over the little round mirrored glasses shielding his eyes from us.
From the sound of his voice and the glass sitting in front of him, The Pale General’s been drinking. “Fuck you Davey Crockett. Stay on the apron Shoju… leave Davey to me on the ninth, eh?”
A toothy smile and breathy laugh.
“Night one? Who can stop The Heavenly King and The Last Free Man? Minamoto and myself proved the night of the fourteenth just what sort of team we are… no, hell… GO GENSAI proved what sort of tag team competitor he is! Eh?! Kusumoto, Lynx, Minamoto. You pair any old thing with greatness you still at the very least have GREATNESS.”
He leans forward in his seat at that, cradling his glass in his hand. “Do you hear me Frank Dylan James? I’m absolutely filled to the BRIM with hatred for you foreigners. I know there’s others beating that drum here in MAXIMUM Japan but I beat it louder. Purer. My hatred boils after losing to… Mike Musket.”
His upper lips curls at that. He spits the mans name down onto the table top.
“I’m greater than him. I know I am. I’m greater than you, Frank.”
He leans back in his seat again. Confidence beaming from his gnarled face like a mad scientist's death ray. “I’m going to beat you. You see, there’s no stopping me now. MAXIMUM Japan has never seen anyone rise as quickly as me. No. Not like me. Go Gensai is… special.”
He licks his lips in anticipation. Pushing his mirrored sunglasses up on to the top of his platinum blond head. “I want you to watch, Frank. What I do to the so -called Hunter of Holds. Sakamoto… you won’t have to hunt for MY holds. I’ll be assaulting you with them from the very second the bell rings. Not even with The unstoppable Mountain at your side will you be able to match me. I’ve said it over and over and over now… Nobody. Is. Safe.”
His beady little eyes focus on us like some sort of predator. “I’m going to dismantle those men, Frank. Then I’m going to do my best to INJURE our friend Davey Crockett.”
A wild look in his eyes. “I mean it Mike Musket. I’m going to huuurt you. It will be like a… what’s the word? … ahh, a TEASER. Go Gensai covered in greeeasy American blood with his hand held in victory. There’s no stopping me, Frank.”
Another toothy smile. Another breathy, hollow sounding laugh.
He shouts his mantra.
“NOBODY. IS. SAFE.”
He tamps out the now utterly spent butt, then slowly pulls another similarly expensive looking cigar from his coat pocket. He pulls out a cigar cutter and prepares the smoke as he shakes his head disgustedly “Nobody. Is. … “
He takes a long drag as he lights the stogie, lowering his glasses back over his eyes. The word escapes his mouth at the same moment as a torrent of thick white smoke.
“... Safe.”
He snaps his cigar cutter open and closed in-front of the camera suddenly as we Cut.