Post by Gensai on Nov 12, 2018 12:42:56 GMT -5
It’s mere minutes after the controversial conclusion of the number one contenders battle royal between Mike Musket, The Mountain Shinjiro, Umetaro Sakamoto and The Last Free Man. We’re inside the designated backstage interview area at the Minato Civic Center. The usual gaggle of sports reporters, dirt sheet gurus and magazine photographers all in attendance opposite the usual vinyl banner filled with sponsor logos. The low murmur of the room becomes a cacophony as The Ghost himself, Go Gensai is ushered into the room flanked by his usual tag partner The Heavenly King Minamoto and several of the other MAX-J dojo regulars and young boys. Each and every one to a man failing at their one and only duty…
Keeping Gensai calm.
One swift front kick is all it takes to send the little row of chairs flying into the reporters gathered on the opposite side of the room. The Pale General is utterly incensed. His eyes wide and wild, his tongue exploring his teeth and gums in that odd angry way he does “MY FUCKING HEAD?! EH?! DAVEY CROCKETT… “
He stomps his feet several times for emphasis. “OVER THE ROPE. ON THE GROUND.”
Gensai grimaces and almost growls the rest of his words. “And I cut down the Hunter of Holds just like I said I would. I had The Mountain SCREAMING in pain. My feet were over FIVE FEET from the damn floor… but the tippy top of my head? I had that boring FAT Mountain BEAT. I spit on your number one contendership… “
He hocks a wet one out into the crowd of reporters, eyes never leaving the cameras.
A look of furious determination on the face of The Pale General. “Until Shinjiro faces me? Beats me? REALLY beats me… if he can… I call him a FALSE contender!” Screaming now. “FALSE! FALSE! FALSE!”
Go Gensai pauses, his lips curl. He hisses his mantra. “Nobody. Is. Saaaaaafe.“
He exists stage left, managing to topple several young boys in his wake. The Prophet of King’s Road Minamoto follows close behind. Cut.
Keeping Gensai calm.
One swift front kick is all it takes to send the little row of chairs flying into the reporters gathered on the opposite side of the room. The Pale General is utterly incensed. His eyes wide and wild, his tongue exploring his teeth and gums in that odd angry way he does “MY FUCKING HEAD?! EH?! DAVEY CROCKETT… “
He stomps his feet several times for emphasis. “OVER THE ROPE. ON THE GROUND.”
Gensai grimaces and almost growls the rest of his words. “And I cut down the Hunter of Holds just like I said I would. I had The Mountain SCREAMING in pain. My feet were over FIVE FEET from the damn floor… but the tippy top of my head? I had that boring FAT Mountain BEAT. I spit on your number one contendership… “
He hocks a wet one out into the crowd of reporters, eyes never leaving the cameras.
A look of furious determination on the face of The Pale General. “Until Shinjiro faces me? Beats me? REALLY beats me… if he can… I call him a FALSE contender!” Screaming now. “FALSE! FALSE! FALSE!”
Go Gensai pauses, his lips curl. He hisses his mantra. “Nobody. Is. Saaaaaafe.“
He exists stage left, managing to topple several young boys in his wake. The Prophet of King’s Road Minamoto follows close behind. Cut.