Post by Takaru Matsui on Oct 25, 2021 1:38:43 GMT -5
Classic rock filled the smoky bar not far from the arena, and Takaru Matsui sat at the beer feeling sorry for himself. He had a beer at his hand, and a few empties beside him as he leaned on the bar with a faint smirk as he gave a nod to a surly looking man nearby who gave him an odd glance. He was clearly in a foul mood after his match with the King of Violence, not caring much for his win. He shook his head, brushing back his black hair before he motioned for another bottle. The bartender gave him a glance, but slid the bottle of Molson over. He grunted, and took a long drink as he gave a frown. Maybe it was time to return to Kyoto, Canada had became bitter to him.
He shoved off the beer, slapping down a few bills to pay his tab. And he started for the door, jerking to a halt as a short rather squat looking man stood before him. He was older, and wore black horn rimmed glasses behind which he blinked up at Takaru. He wore a rumpled suit and tie, and his hair stuck out around his bald head in a wild fringe of greying hair. And he thrust out a hand to the taller wrestler, wasting no time in grabbing it to give a quick shake. Takaru blinked, and the man started to ramble onward. 'Hello, hello! I am Louie, Louie Wormwood, and I am here to tell you that you need representation!'
'What?' he asked, confused as he sat back down.
'Representation, someone to advocate for you! To look after your interests, you think the NPW or anyone else has your interests at heart? Look at how they let that Jamester guy treat you! Outrageous, sir!' snapped Wormwood, and he motioned for a drink as he flashed a wide grin at the Red Slayer. Takaru reclaimed his beer, and gave a sour grunt. Lou Wormwood was not exactly wrong was he?
Wormwood took a shot, and slammed down the glass before he continued.
'And now you have this thing with Timeless? And the other guy? No, it is clear they don't have your interests at heart! You need a manager, trust me!' Wormwood growled, and he motioned for another shot as he stared at Takaru from behind his glasses. He thought it over, and then jerked his head in a quick nod before he smiled.
'You and I, Wormwood. We will show NPW not to take Takaru Matsui lightly, eh?'
He shoved off the beer, slapping down a few bills to pay his tab. And he started for the door, jerking to a halt as a short rather squat looking man stood before him. He was older, and wore black horn rimmed glasses behind which he blinked up at Takaru. He wore a rumpled suit and tie, and his hair stuck out around his bald head in a wild fringe of greying hair. And he thrust out a hand to the taller wrestler, wasting no time in grabbing it to give a quick shake. Takaru blinked, and the man started to ramble onward. 'Hello, hello! I am Louie, Louie Wormwood, and I am here to tell you that you need representation!'
'What?' he asked, confused as he sat back down.
'Representation, someone to advocate for you! To look after your interests, you think the NPW or anyone else has your interests at heart? Look at how they let that Jamester guy treat you! Outrageous, sir!' snapped Wormwood, and he motioned for a drink as he flashed a wide grin at the Red Slayer. Takaru reclaimed his beer, and gave a sour grunt. Lou Wormwood was not exactly wrong was he?
Wormwood took a shot, and slammed down the glass before he continued.
'And now you have this thing with Timeless? And the other guy? No, it is clear they don't have your interests at heart! You need a manager, trust me!' Wormwood growled, and he motioned for another shot as he stared at Takaru from behind his glasses. He thought it over, and then jerked his head in a quick nod before he smiled.
'You and I, Wormwood. We will show NPW not to take Takaru Matsui lightly, eh?'
