Post by Takaru Matsui on Feb 15, 2022 20:33:40 GMT -5
Inside a rundown looking gym, Takaru Matsui is firing kicks and punches at a trainer holding a pair of pads. He fires off shot and after shot, spinning around as another trainer calls out which side to hit. Matsui doesn't miss one, sometimes firing off two or three alternating blows in rapid succession as he moves around the ring in lazy circles. Outside the ring stands the short, squat form of Wormwood who nods as he watches before he adjusts his wrinkled tie. He turns to the camera, and waves a hand with a broad grin.
'As you can see my client has used his time away from NPW to refocus on his training. Because you see? Takaru Matsui is a fighter, he is a warrior, and he is a man of violence. So these days of him playing games in NPW are over, you see Takaru tried to play nice, he tried to be a man of honor, and what did they get him? Mocked? Brushed aside? People like Jesse Jamester treating him with disrespect?' Wormwood frowned, and inside the ring with the man with the training pads was being pushed back. The Red Slayer peppering him with shot after shot, punches and kicks rocking the man away from Matsui as the other man called out strikes before holding up a hand for a break.
Takaru scowled at him, drawing back a few steps but still bouncing back and forth. His eyes narrowed, and he looked ready to explode. Wormwood slapped his hands on the apron, and then turned back to the camera. Takaru was back in motion, the trainer barely blocking the attacks as he moved back and forth with a rapid series of blows. Wormwood shrugged, continuing.
'So Dusty? Neo James Carner? Danny Ray? You will be facing the Red Slayer, you will be facing a man who has dedicated his life to violence. And he will be showing the three of you no mercy! You understand that? This man is a killer, a champion everywhere he walks, and he is not going to be there to show NPW how nice and honorable he is! Those days are done! Finished! Over!'
Wormwood adjusted is horn rimmed glasses, and he tsked.
'I heard Gus Arnold is watching this match, because he wants to see who deserves a championship match? Well, Takaru Matsui has a win over Jesse Jamester!' A frown, and Takaru paused in the ring to glare over at his manager. Wormwood, adjusted his dirty tie and smirked. 'Matsui has not forgotten that, he has not forgotten what Jesse did to him. The insult. You see NPW has forced us to make a choice--'
Takaru frowned, and he jerked off his training gloves to throw them at the trainer. He walked across the ring, leaping over the ropes to land beside Wormwood. The short man handed him a towel, and Takaru wiped at his face with a shrug of his shoulders. And Wormwood grunted. '--Well, we choose--'
Takaru leaned forward, grabbing the mic as he spoke in a harsh whisper. '--violence.'
'As you can see my client has used his time away from NPW to refocus on his training. Because you see? Takaru Matsui is a fighter, he is a warrior, and he is a man of violence. So these days of him playing games in NPW are over, you see Takaru tried to play nice, he tried to be a man of honor, and what did they get him? Mocked? Brushed aside? People like Jesse Jamester treating him with disrespect?' Wormwood frowned, and inside the ring with the man with the training pads was being pushed back. The Red Slayer peppering him with shot after shot, punches and kicks rocking the man away from Matsui as the other man called out strikes before holding up a hand for a break.
Takaru scowled at him, drawing back a few steps but still bouncing back and forth. His eyes narrowed, and he looked ready to explode. Wormwood slapped his hands on the apron, and then turned back to the camera. Takaru was back in motion, the trainer barely blocking the attacks as he moved back and forth with a rapid series of blows. Wormwood shrugged, continuing.
'So Dusty? Neo James Carner? Danny Ray? You will be facing the Red Slayer, you will be facing a man who has dedicated his life to violence. And he will be showing the three of you no mercy! You understand that? This man is a killer, a champion everywhere he walks, and he is not going to be there to show NPW how nice and honorable he is! Those days are done! Finished! Over!'
Wormwood adjusted is horn rimmed glasses, and he tsked.
'I heard Gus Arnold is watching this match, because he wants to see who deserves a championship match? Well, Takaru Matsui has a win over Jesse Jamester!' A frown, and Takaru paused in the ring to glare over at his manager. Wormwood, adjusted his dirty tie and smirked. 'Matsui has not forgotten that, he has not forgotten what Jesse did to him. The insult. You see NPW has forced us to make a choice--'
Takaru frowned, and he jerked off his training gloves to throw them at the trainer. He walked across the ring, leaping over the ropes to land beside Wormwood. The short man handed him a towel, and Takaru wiped at his face with a shrug of his shoulders. And Wormwood grunted. '--Well, we choose--'
Takaru leaned forward, grabbing the mic as he spoke in a harsh whisper. '--violence.'
