Post by Gensai on Nov 21, 2018 0:34:44 GMT -5
“They shall all drown in lakes of blood. Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark. Now they will learn why they fear the night… “ We recognize Go Gensai’s raspy, almost hiss of a voice even when all we see is pitch black. Pale smoke slowly rises up and we realize the blackness we’re seeing is simply the ceiling of the same bar we’ve seen The Ghost haunt before. Private booths and no questions. Gensai sits in a white and gold tracksuit, little round sunglasses perched on the end of his nose.
The Last Free Man sits with one of his expensive looking white velvet loafers kicked up on the booths seat. He’s sharing a couple expensive looking cigars and a very expensive looking bottle of sake with his old friend, The Heavenly King Hiro Minamoto… who’s looking at him with the universal raised eyebrow of “huh?”
Gensai smiles through another plume of smoke. “James Earl Jones in Conan the Barbarian? Don’t you have MOVIES in that dreadful little dojo where you spend all your damn time, you old fart? My God… ” Minamoto purses his lips and shrugs as he downs his drink. “I like the one he did where he was pregnant. Arnold, that is.” Gensai narrows his eyes at his friend, looking over the top of his sunglasses incredulously.
The Ghost breathes a deep sigh looking off in the non distance. “After school and training as a young man, I loved movies. Still do. I wasn’t however drawn to the heroes… no. I always loved the villains.” Minamoto chortles under his breath at that as he refills his cup from the bottle of sake. Gensai smiles at that. “No big shock, eh? Alan Rickman in Diehard, Al Pacino in Serpico, Anthony Hopkins in The Silence of the Lambs, Jack Nicholson in The Shining… cunning, violent, complicated… unhinged.”
The Last Free Man looks back down from the ceiling and looks directly at us. “A chance to abuse both Davy Crockett and the false contender Mountain Shinjiro in one single swipe? I knew the office was growing fond of me, but what a gift! What more… a chance to interact one on one with our illustrious champion, the GREAT and powerful ZENKI! Like Christmas!” The sarcasm intended is more than obvious at that last bit.
Gensai leans back again, again speaking through a plume of cigar smoke. “To my opponents… I owe them BOTH for the injustices they’ve each committed against me. This blasted company is RIGHT to hand these two so-called heroes over to me on a silver platter. I refuse to let this early holidays gift to go unopened, unappreciated. I’m going to abuuuuuse you Mike Musket. I’m going to breeeeeak you Shinjiro. I’m going to prove the perceived victories you each hold over me are simply that… fantasy. Flukes brought about by shoddy officiating and even shoddier DISTRACTED management.”
Minamoto looks up after downing yet another glass of sake. “And Zenki?”
The Pale General just smiiiiiles that toothy smile of his. “He’ll pull his weight, I’m sure… he is CHAMPION after all. Besides, it’s high time LORD Zenki and I got more than familiar. If all goes well I’ll be the one taking that title from around his waist. That’s a very personal act… we should at least be acquainted first. Me Too, and all that.” That one draws a full blown laugh from the oft stoic Prophet of King’s Road.
The King shakes his head as he pours another round. “Something tells me nobody will be talking about the Juniors after night one of the Sword of Lite, eh old friend?” Gensai chuckles, rubs his chin and slowly pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He gives his sometimes tag team partner a playful look of pure confidence.
“May they all drown in lakes of blood… “ he raises his glass for a toast with Minamoto.
Clink. Cut.
The Last Free Man sits with one of his expensive looking white velvet loafers kicked up on the booths seat. He’s sharing a couple expensive looking cigars and a very expensive looking bottle of sake with his old friend, The Heavenly King Hiro Minamoto… who’s looking at him with the universal raised eyebrow of “huh?”
Gensai smiles through another plume of smoke. “James Earl Jones in Conan the Barbarian? Don’t you have MOVIES in that dreadful little dojo where you spend all your damn time, you old fart? My God… ” Minamoto purses his lips and shrugs as he downs his drink. “I like the one he did where he was pregnant. Arnold, that is.” Gensai narrows his eyes at his friend, looking over the top of his sunglasses incredulously.
The Ghost breathes a deep sigh looking off in the non distance. “After school and training as a young man, I loved movies. Still do. I wasn’t however drawn to the heroes… no. I always loved the villains.” Minamoto chortles under his breath at that as he refills his cup from the bottle of sake. Gensai smiles at that. “No big shock, eh? Alan Rickman in Diehard, Al Pacino in Serpico, Anthony Hopkins in The Silence of the Lambs, Jack Nicholson in The Shining… cunning, violent, complicated… unhinged.”
The Last Free Man looks back down from the ceiling and looks directly at us. “A chance to abuse both Davy Crockett and the false contender Mountain Shinjiro in one single swipe? I knew the office was growing fond of me, but what a gift! What more… a chance to interact one on one with our illustrious champion, the GREAT and powerful ZENKI! Like Christmas!” The sarcasm intended is more than obvious at that last bit.
Gensai leans back again, again speaking through a plume of cigar smoke. “To my opponents… I owe them BOTH for the injustices they’ve each committed against me. This blasted company is RIGHT to hand these two so-called heroes over to me on a silver platter. I refuse to let this early holidays gift to go unopened, unappreciated. I’m going to abuuuuuse you Mike Musket. I’m going to breeeeeak you Shinjiro. I’m going to prove the perceived victories you each hold over me are simply that… fantasy. Flukes brought about by shoddy officiating and even shoddier DISTRACTED management.”
Minamoto looks up after downing yet another glass of sake. “And Zenki?”
The Pale General just smiiiiiles that toothy smile of his. “He’ll pull his weight, I’m sure… he is CHAMPION after all. Besides, it’s high time LORD Zenki and I got more than familiar. If all goes well I’ll be the one taking that title from around his waist. That’s a very personal act… we should at least be acquainted first. Me Too, and all that.” That one draws a full blown laugh from the oft stoic Prophet of King’s Road.
The King shakes his head as he pours another round. “Something tells me nobody will be talking about the Juniors after night one of the Sword of Lite, eh old friend?” Gensai chuckles, rubs his chin and slowly pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He gives his sometimes tag team partner a playful look of pure confidence.
“May they all drown in lakes of blood… “ he raises his glass for a toast with Minamoto.
Clink. Cut.