Post by "Outlaw" Jun Vegas on Nov 21, 2018 16:59:37 GMT -5
KUWABATA GYM
Tokyo, Japan
11/19/18
“Oka, you bastard!”
The raspy, yet all-too-familiar voice of Go Gensei greets a familiar face entering the gym. Standing in the doorway, Sen Oka is greeted with a quick hug from his former teacher…
And a TIGHT grip around his neck!
Barely reacting, Oka transitions out quickly before the choke can fully be applied, spinning himself behind The Pale General. He expects to have to defend himself...
Instead, an evil cackle erupts.
Another one of those damn tests Go used on him regularly as his trainee.
“Good! Staying sharp!” Gensei cackles.
Oka relinquishes his grip and softly chuckles before adjusting his glasses. Go turns to greet him.
“I still remember when you first came to me years ago to train. Always so jumpy. Tell me… how many times did you blackout?”
“Too many.” says Oka, “Thank you for meeting me, Gensei-san. It's been too long.”
“Indeed it has…” Go trails off before getting down to brass tacks. “So… you want to spar to prepare for the Sword of Lite?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. Thought you hated the sport, Mr. Mighty MMA Star?” The last part said with biting sarcasm.
“Still do,” Oka corrects him. “But... I find myself being drawn to it every now and again these last few years. More than a few so-called fighters and their companies have taken umbrage with my opinions regarding the sport, so I’ve happily debated them in their rings. I ended up with more money; they ended up with broken arms.”
Oka flashes a sadistic smile not unlike his former mentor. The Pale General matches with an even more perverse grin.
“Oh, I've followed,” Gensei says, “You've honed your skills VERY well.”
“Thank you, Gensei-san.”
He watches his former mentor start to fasten his gloves as his next question comes.
“Tell me then… if you still feel this way, why immerse yourself in this at all? You're one of your sport's most talked-about fighters today. 30-2, if I'm not mistaken. One of my best pupils, but you chose MMA over wrestling. Why now?”
Oka reaches into his bag and produces a copy of MMA publication Tokyo MIGHTY… specifically, a picture of himself, mid-run across the cage in celebration, with the caption of “What's Left?”
“This, Gensai-san. I've won titles and tournaments, butI need a new challenge. Something I KNOW I can do, but with thousands of eyes the world over to watch me succeed. Seeing your recent successes in MAX-J…”
He ends the sentence with Gensei picking up what he's putting down. His mentor throws Oka a pair of gloves.
“Very well. Let's prepare then.”
With that, the gloves are on.
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MAX-J HQ
11/20/18
“Your sport is bullshit.”
The second those words come out during a Sword of Lite press conference, the cavalcade of reporters murmur amongst themselves after the harsh remark made by Sen Oka. He adjusts his glasses and his feet are now resting on the table, arms behind his head.
“Grown men in Halloween costumes disgracing championships.
Neanderthals swinging fists wildly.
Some using the ring as their personal jungle gym.
And the ideology of your so-called ‘fighting spirit’... WILLINGLY absorbing blows to elicit crowd reactions and look tough instead of WINNING.
All garbage.
And now, sixteen men from across the globe unite… all for that TOY?”
He points to the poster showing the Sword of Lite GP ceremonial sword, eliciting louder murmurs for blatant disrespect shown of MAX-J's prestigious tournament and its prize.
“Some may ask me why I'm participating at all then?
Simple...
Because I can.”
He scans the uneasy room.
“I've embarrassed MANY wrestlers after being challenged for my opinions and NOBODY has stopped me yet. And with respect to my mentor, Go Gensei, where you come from doesn't matter to me. Americans like AJ Knight and David Troy, MAX-J's resident sideshow acts like Tokyo Zombie and your very own ‘Junior Champion’ Lynx…”
The last name said with disgust.
“...And everyone in between. You may see sixteen men competing for glory; I see only fifteen others that have NO idea they've already lost to a Rank A-Class Shootfighter with black belts in both Judo and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.”
He leans forward.
“Quote me on this, MAX Japan…
I will win your toy, I will throw it in the trash, and I will become YOUR Junior Heavyweight Champion.”
The murmurs are full-blown noise as Oka stands from his seat.
“No questions.”
With that, the gloves are off.
Tokyo, Japan
11/19/18
“Oka, you bastard!”
The raspy, yet all-too-familiar voice of Go Gensei greets a familiar face entering the gym. Standing in the doorway, Sen Oka is greeted with a quick hug from his former teacher…
And a TIGHT grip around his neck!
Barely reacting, Oka transitions out quickly before the choke can fully be applied, spinning himself behind The Pale General. He expects to have to defend himself...
Instead, an evil cackle erupts.
Another one of those damn tests Go used on him regularly as his trainee.
“Good! Staying sharp!” Gensei cackles.
Oka relinquishes his grip and softly chuckles before adjusting his glasses. Go turns to greet him.
“I still remember when you first came to me years ago to train. Always so jumpy. Tell me… how many times did you blackout?”
“Too many.” says Oka, “Thank you for meeting me, Gensei-san. It's been too long.”
“Indeed it has…” Go trails off before getting down to brass tacks. “So… you want to spar to prepare for the Sword of Lite?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. Thought you hated the sport, Mr. Mighty MMA Star?” The last part said with biting sarcasm.
“Still do,” Oka corrects him. “But... I find myself being drawn to it every now and again these last few years. More than a few so-called fighters and their companies have taken umbrage with my opinions regarding the sport, so I’ve happily debated them in their rings. I ended up with more money; they ended up with broken arms.”
Oka flashes a sadistic smile not unlike his former mentor. The Pale General matches with an even more perverse grin.
“Oh, I've followed,” Gensei says, “You've honed your skills VERY well.”
“Thank you, Gensei-san.”
He watches his former mentor start to fasten his gloves as his next question comes.
“Tell me then… if you still feel this way, why immerse yourself in this at all? You're one of your sport's most talked-about fighters today. 30-2, if I'm not mistaken. One of my best pupils, but you chose MMA over wrestling. Why now?”
Oka reaches into his bag and produces a copy of MMA publication Tokyo MIGHTY… specifically, a picture of himself, mid-run across the cage in celebration, with the caption of “What's Left?”
“This, Gensai-san. I've won titles and tournaments, butI need a new challenge. Something I KNOW I can do, but with thousands of eyes the world over to watch me succeed. Seeing your recent successes in MAX-J…”
He ends the sentence with Gensei picking up what he's putting down. His mentor throws Oka a pair of gloves.
“Very well. Let's prepare then.”
With that, the gloves are on.
-------------------------------
MAX-J HQ
11/20/18
“Your sport is bullshit.”
The second those words come out during a Sword of Lite press conference, the cavalcade of reporters murmur amongst themselves after the harsh remark made by Sen Oka. He adjusts his glasses and his feet are now resting on the table, arms behind his head.
“Grown men in Halloween costumes disgracing championships.
Neanderthals swinging fists wildly.
Some using the ring as their personal jungle gym.
And the ideology of your so-called ‘fighting spirit’... WILLINGLY absorbing blows to elicit crowd reactions and look tough instead of WINNING.
All garbage.
And now, sixteen men from across the globe unite… all for that TOY?”
He points to the poster showing the Sword of Lite GP ceremonial sword, eliciting louder murmurs for blatant disrespect shown of MAX-J's prestigious tournament and its prize.
“Some may ask me why I'm participating at all then?
Simple...
Because I can.”
He scans the uneasy room.
“I've embarrassed MANY wrestlers after being challenged for my opinions and NOBODY has stopped me yet. And with respect to my mentor, Go Gensei, where you come from doesn't matter to me. Americans like AJ Knight and David Troy, MAX-J's resident sideshow acts like Tokyo Zombie and your very own ‘Junior Champion’ Lynx…”
The last name said with disgust.
“...And everyone in between. You may see sixteen men competing for glory; I see only fifteen others that have NO idea they've already lost to a Rank A-Class Shootfighter with black belts in both Judo and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.”
He leans forward.
“Quote me on this, MAX Japan…
I will win your toy, I will throw it in the trash, and I will become YOUR Junior Heavyweight Champion.”
The murmurs are full-blown noise as Oka stands from his seat.
“No questions.”
With that, the gloves are off.