Post by Gensai on Mar 18, 2019 9:56:54 GMT -5
The low hum of the fluorescent lights in the too small room assigned for post match interviews tonight are immediately drowned out by the chatter of the assembled wrestling press as Balloon Yamazaki, Go Gensai and the number one contender to the World Heavyweight championship Frank Dylan James walk through the door, lead by The Last Free Man himself.
As the three men settle in front of the cameras, Frank hauls off and nearly forearms their tag team partner Yamazaki’s head clean off, sending the portly judo practitioner sprawling to the cold tile floor. He starts to stand up but the massive Appalachian Mastodon and big bad heavyweight title contender looms silently over him… his beady, black eyes saying quite clearly, “stay down.” None of this phasing Gensai. The Pale General of the Ghost Army just licks his lips and stares into the camera like the photographer took something from him.
“Another set of snazzy kickpads coming to STRONG STYLE me to death, eh? Another gaijin coming HERE to show the progenitors of the style of wrestling HE procured for HIMself… strong style, kings road style, royal road style… (spits on ground) GENSAI STYLE IS GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER, GAIJIN!”
The spittle makes it most of the way out of his mouth, a bit hanging from his lips curled in anger.
He rushes forward and reaches back behind our view, presumably grabbing the cameraman by the shirt.
He’s so close we can hear his every breath. His now low, grumbled whisper is heard clear as day.
“I’m going to KILL you David Troy.”
He smiles that strange little smile, thumbing his nose. So much ill-intent built into such a small gesture.
“You go ahead and bring me all your cute submissions and your flashy roundhouse kicks and your little KNEES and of course your cute little kickpads. You bring aaaall that to Gensai and you see what I make of you… you see how much I LEAVE of you to slink back to America.”
As his snake like tongue explores the perimeter of his mouth he slurps back up the bit of spittle still hanging from his sweaty lips.
“GHOST AAARMY is forever, David.”
He looks back over his shoulder slightly at FDJ still looming over a confused and bleeding Balloon Yamazaki.
“GHOST AAARMY is legion… NOBODY is saaaaaafe.“
He laughs as he shoves the camera man down onto his posterior. The lower angle giving us a perfect view of Gensi and James’ feet as they walk out of the room. Leaving behind a despondent Balloon Yamazaki to wipe the blood from his lip, get to his feet and wonder who in the office he pissed off to continually be paired with psychos like the GHOST ARMY.
As the three men settle in front of the cameras, Frank hauls off and nearly forearms their tag team partner Yamazaki’s head clean off, sending the portly judo practitioner sprawling to the cold tile floor. He starts to stand up but the massive Appalachian Mastodon and big bad heavyweight title contender looms silently over him… his beady, black eyes saying quite clearly, “stay down.” None of this phasing Gensai. The Pale General of the Ghost Army just licks his lips and stares into the camera like the photographer took something from him.
“Another set of snazzy kickpads coming to STRONG STYLE me to death, eh? Another gaijin coming HERE to show the progenitors of the style of wrestling HE procured for HIMself… strong style, kings road style, royal road style… (spits on ground) GENSAI STYLE IS GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER, GAIJIN!”
The spittle makes it most of the way out of his mouth, a bit hanging from his lips curled in anger.
He rushes forward and reaches back behind our view, presumably grabbing the cameraman by the shirt.
He’s so close we can hear his every breath. His now low, grumbled whisper is heard clear as day.
“I’m going to KILL you David Troy.”
He smiles that strange little smile, thumbing his nose. So much ill-intent built into such a small gesture.
“You go ahead and bring me all your cute submissions and your flashy roundhouse kicks and your little KNEES and of course your cute little kickpads. You bring aaaall that to Gensai and you see what I make of you… you see how much I LEAVE of you to slink back to America.”
As his snake like tongue explores the perimeter of his mouth he slurps back up the bit of spittle still hanging from his sweaty lips.
“GHOST AAARMY is forever, David.”
He looks back over his shoulder slightly at FDJ still looming over a confused and bleeding Balloon Yamazaki.
“GHOST AAARMY is legion… NOBODY is saaaaaafe.“
He laughs as he shoves the camera man down onto his posterior. The lower angle giving us a perfect view of Gensi and James’ feet as they walk out of the room. Leaving behind a despondent Balloon Yamazaki to wipe the blood from his lip, get to his feet and wonder who in the office he pissed off to continually be paired with psychos like the GHOST ARMY.