Post by xpressfighting on Feb 26, 2019 1:56:27 GMT -5
Arnold Cunningham, dressed in all his glory with a burnt sienna suit, sits on the ground, his legs folded underneath him, and laughs uproariously.
"And then! Oh, and THEN! Your son-"
His hands wave wildly in the air as he recounts the final suplex that took down Wrestling's Biggest Crybaby in the finals of the Royal Road tournament. His audience is a pretty Japanese woman, who owns a face in which the lines of time have no hold, listens to him thoughtfully. She smiles when she is supposed to smile. Nods her head when she is supposed to nod her head. And as the Xpress Fighting Systems spokesman finishes recanting the final 3 count and the raising of his hand, she turns her head and gives a smile to the mountain of a man sitting next to her.
Shinjiro Nakama, sporting a black eye and puffy lip, courtesy of the aforementioned James Edwards, sits on the ground, his back straight, his chin high. His bright white hair is pulled back into a tail and away from his face, and his strangely blue eyes shine as they look down at the small woman next to him. And she IS small, at least when sitting next to the man known as "the Mountain."
"...Mother..."
His voice is as gravely as always, as if he chewed up his namesake mountains and gargled them with salt water every day, but it is also filled with diffidence. The small woman in the white robes nods to him and her smile grows.
"Your father..."
Her voice is light and airy, seeming as if on the precipice of song.
"He would be proud, my son."
The Mountain offers a rare smile, but this small scene of genuine emotion from the stoic beast is sent away by the loud voice of his spokesman.
"Oh, his father will be MORE than proud of him, Ms. Nakama! Why, your son is DESTINED to be the MVP of ALL of puro by the end of the year! This championship-"
He points to the Mountain's lap, where the Royal Road Championship title sits folded, the face plate shining in the light.
"-is JUST the BEGINNING! In two days, he's going to march into Greece and show Toru Ishii what REAL victory is all about! Even if he has to DRAG him to the winner's circle, your GLORIOUS son is going to TRIUMPH in the Argonaut Tag League, just like he did in the Royal Road! And your son, who sits ALONE at the TOP of the MVP list in Max Pro, will continue to DOMINATE the competition. Why-"
The man's loud voice washes over the mother and son as a small tear falls from the woman in white's dark eye. A tear of pride and honor for her son.
"And then! Oh, and THEN! Your son-"
His hands wave wildly in the air as he recounts the final suplex that took down Wrestling's Biggest Crybaby in the finals of the Royal Road tournament. His audience is a pretty Japanese woman, who owns a face in which the lines of time have no hold, listens to him thoughtfully. She smiles when she is supposed to smile. Nods her head when she is supposed to nod her head. And as the Xpress Fighting Systems spokesman finishes recanting the final 3 count and the raising of his hand, she turns her head and gives a smile to the mountain of a man sitting next to her.
Shinjiro Nakama, sporting a black eye and puffy lip, courtesy of the aforementioned James Edwards, sits on the ground, his back straight, his chin high. His bright white hair is pulled back into a tail and away from his face, and his strangely blue eyes shine as they look down at the small woman next to him. And she IS small, at least when sitting next to the man known as "the Mountain."
"...Mother..."
His voice is as gravely as always, as if he chewed up his namesake mountains and gargled them with salt water every day, but it is also filled with diffidence. The small woman in the white robes nods to him and her smile grows.
"Your father..."
Her voice is light and airy, seeming as if on the precipice of song.
"He would be proud, my son."
The Mountain offers a rare smile, but this small scene of genuine emotion from the stoic beast is sent away by the loud voice of his spokesman.
"Oh, his father will be MORE than proud of him, Ms. Nakama! Why, your son is DESTINED to be the MVP of ALL of puro by the end of the year! This championship-"
He points to the Mountain's lap, where the Royal Road Championship title sits folded, the face plate shining in the light.
"-is JUST the BEGINNING! In two days, he's going to march into Greece and show Toru Ishii what REAL victory is all about! Even if he has to DRAG him to the winner's circle, your GLORIOUS son is going to TRIUMPH in the Argonaut Tag League, just like he did in the Royal Road! And your son, who sits ALONE at the TOP of the MVP list in Max Pro, will continue to DOMINATE the competition. Why-"
The man's loud voice washes over the mother and son as a small tear falls from the woman in white's dark eye. A tear of pride and honor for her son.