Post by Gensai on Jan 28, 2019 21:29:31 GMT -5
The Ghost’s open palm makes contact with the chest of his championship tag team partner Frank Dylan James. The Appalachian Mastodon's thin white tank top doing very little to deaden the impact. The gymnasium is nondescript, lord knows where around the world the globe-trotting World Tag Team Champions of MAXIMUM_Japan find themselves this particular evening. The American Midwest, the American South, back in Japan…
Go Gensai and his massive mean-tempered tag team partner have been in high demand lately.
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
Gensai with a series of skin splitting open hand chops. Frank just grimacing and flexing through the pain. The Last Free Man seems pleased at that. He stops and reaches for his trademark white and gold towel draped within arms reach across the nearest top rope. Gensai wipes his face and loops the towel around the back of his neck, he steals a second to take in the Mastodon in all his wild-haired glory. Go’s lip curls at the grungy, stained white tank top but looks pleased as he eyeballs the new white trunks and boots.
“Are you ready for our February... partner?”
Frank rolls and flexes the huge muscles in his shoulders with a snarl.
“Hrmph! GAWdamn right. Ready to fight. Ready to inflict..”
The Pale General hooks his hands on the ends of his towel, pleased with himself and his reinvented American monster. Frank had found his warpaint. They’d found their warcry. Nobody was safe from them. From the Ghost Army. Gensai takes a few confident steps across the ring, hissing his words as he goes. “Seoul, Hong Kong, and Manila. A Pacific tour of pain and destruction under the MAXIMUM-Japan banner… no, fuck them. Under the GHOST ARMY banner! And then we march back into the United States to wrest yet ANOTHER set of tag team titles from undeserving champions.”
The Mastodon cracks his knuckles and grits his giant jaws, barring his gnarled teeth.
His beady black eyes peer out from behind his giant overgrown beard and find “us.”
“Ya see it don’t really matter ta us who it is, where it is, or even what damn day’a the week it is! Me an’ that Ghost right there…” Frank slaps a meaty hand over his partner’s shoulder. “We’s a’gonna come find ya, and we’s a’gonna beat yer stupid stinkin’ teeth down yer stupid stinkin’ throats.” From unsettlingly quiet to monstrously loud, Frank gnashes his chipped and yellowing teeth as he makes one final point to drive it all home.
“NO-GYATDAMN-BODY!”
The wild-eyed, spittle in his beard intensity of Frank Dylan James is almost unsettling.
He rumbles a low chuckle.
“...is SAFE!”
All toothy smiles and breathy laughs, Go Gensai claps Frank across the chest.
“In Korea, the Ghost Army turns two fresh faces into CHUM. Travis Gray and Shachimon are going to crawl back to the dojo broken men. LESSER men having crossed the two most dangerous FREE MEN walking the skin of this molten rock. And come what may along the way Frank and myself will walk into the Philippines and show Hammerstein and Thunder Mask. We will show EEEEVERYONE why we are the only tag team that matters. “
Go’s lip curls, he shakes his head. “Poor Hammerstein.“
A dry, unpleasant little laugh escapes Go Gensai’s throat.
“Frank and I, we’re going to get SEVERAL chances to ruin you, my friend. Not only will you and that masked fool fail to take our World tag team titles in Manila so too you’ll fail to DEFEND your HERITAGE tag team titles when Frank and myself make an embarrassing mess of you and that other fool Buchanan. We’re going to drag you from the middle of the Pacific back to the middle of America like yet another shiny bauble we’ve taken away from mewling children, Hammerstein… “
Frank growls confidently “The World Tag Titles, the Heritage Tag Titles… and yer’ busted ass. All our purdy little trophies.”
The Ghost and The Mastodon loom over us now like two pale gargoyles.
The Pale General snarls “Nobody is safe… from the GHOST ARMY.”
FDJ quickly leans in towards the camera. Filling the frame with hair and gnarled yellow teeth.
“HUSSSS!”
Hard cut.
Go Gensai and his massive mean-tempered tag team partner have been in high demand lately.
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
Gensai with a series of skin splitting open hand chops. Frank just grimacing and flexing through the pain. The Last Free Man seems pleased at that. He stops and reaches for his trademark white and gold towel draped within arms reach across the nearest top rope. Gensai wipes his face and loops the towel around the back of his neck, he steals a second to take in the Mastodon in all his wild-haired glory. Go’s lip curls at the grungy, stained white tank top but looks pleased as he eyeballs the new white trunks and boots.
“Are you ready for our February... partner?”
Frank rolls and flexes the huge muscles in his shoulders with a snarl.
“Hrmph! GAWdamn right. Ready to fight. Ready to inflict..”
The Pale General hooks his hands on the ends of his towel, pleased with himself and his reinvented American monster. Frank had found his warpaint. They’d found their warcry. Nobody was safe from them. From the Ghost Army. Gensai takes a few confident steps across the ring, hissing his words as he goes. “Seoul, Hong Kong, and Manila. A Pacific tour of pain and destruction under the MAXIMUM-Japan banner… no, fuck them. Under the GHOST ARMY banner! And then we march back into the United States to wrest yet ANOTHER set of tag team titles from undeserving champions.”
The Mastodon cracks his knuckles and grits his giant jaws, barring his gnarled teeth.
His beady black eyes peer out from behind his giant overgrown beard and find “us.”
“Ya see it don’t really matter ta us who it is, where it is, or even what damn day’a the week it is! Me an’ that Ghost right there…” Frank slaps a meaty hand over his partner’s shoulder. “We’s a’gonna come find ya, and we’s a’gonna beat yer stupid stinkin’ teeth down yer stupid stinkin’ throats.” From unsettlingly quiet to monstrously loud, Frank gnashes his chipped and yellowing teeth as he makes one final point to drive it all home.
“NO-GYATDAMN-BODY!”
The wild-eyed, spittle in his beard intensity of Frank Dylan James is almost unsettling.
He rumbles a low chuckle.
“...is SAFE!”
All toothy smiles and breathy laughs, Go Gensai claps Frank across the chest.
“In Korea, the Ghost Army turns two fresh faces into CHUM. Travis Gray and Shachimon are going to crawl back to the dojo broken men. LESSER men having crossed the two most dangerous FREE MEN walking the skin of this molten rock. And come what may along the way Frank and myself will walk into the Philippines and show Hammerstein and Thunder Mask. We will show EEEEVERYONE why we are the only tag team that matters. “
Go’s lip curls, he shakes his head. “Poor Hammerstein.“
A dry, unpleasant little laugh escapes Go Gensai’s throat.
“Frank and I, we’re going to get SEVERAL chances to ruin you, my friend. Not only will you and that masked fool fail to take our World tag team titles in Manila so too you’ll fail to DEFEND your HERITAGE tag team titles when Frank and myself make an embarrassing mess of you and that other fool Buchanan. We’re going to drag you from the middle of the Pacific back to the middle of America like yet another shiny bauble we’ve taken away from mewling children, Hammerstein… “
Frank growls confidently “The World Tag Titles, the Heritage Tag Titles… and yer’ busted ass. All our purdy little trophies.”
The Ghost and The Mastodon loom over us now like two pale gargoyles.
The Pale General snarls “Nobody is safe… from the GHOST ARMY.”
FDJ quickly leans in towards the camera. Filling the frame with hair and gnarled yellow teeth.
“HUSSSS!”
Hard cut.