GNW: Havok & Timeless

Archie Rude is waiting to pounce as always, and he runs forward as he spies Takaru Matsui coming throw the doors. But he stops short as the rather bedraggled form of Louie Wormwood got in his way, his glasses perched on his head as he looked up at Rude from behind those thick lenses. And Rude blinked, looking to Takaru who shrugged before he pointed at Wormwood. Rude sighed, and turned to the man in the rumpled grey suit and crooked tie. 'Ah, does Takaru Matsui have any words for his opponents at the Great Northern War?'

'Does he ever!' snapped Wormwood, much to the surprise of the normally soft spoken Red Slayer. Wormwood jerked Rude's hand downward, shaking his head before he spoke up. 'Where do I start? Eddie Havok? Yeah, Eddie has alot to say for a guy whose greatest feat is being thrown out third in a battle royale! He squeaked out a little win, and then lost! Like a loser, and he is going to disparage--'

Louie Wormwood paused, and he arched a brow before he leaned closer.

'That is a fancy way of saying to regard or represent as being as little worth. Which is to say Eddie, I am gonna call him Eddie, walks out here and insults the King of Kyoto to his face! To his face! Despite the fact my client has faced the best in the NPW, that my client has probably a better win loss record then Eddie! And everyone is real quick to point out that he only beat Jesse Jamester by count-out.'

Archie started to speak, but Wormwood cut him off as Takaru looked on clearly amused.

'Jesse Jamester just decided it was better to go chasing after the Revenants then to get his face kicked in by the Red Slayer, Jesse Jamester decided that a count out was better then a pinfall! And once again, he hid behind his family!' He said that last one with a mocking sing-song tune, and his eyes very large. Archie hid his smirk behind his hand, and Takaru gave a snort of laughter. Louie Wormwood tugged on his jacket, shaking his head with his wild tangle of thinning grey hair. 'If Eddie had a single friend in the back? He would make the same choice, because it is better then facing Takaru Matsui! It is better then getting a kick to the face, to being laid out by the Kinshasa. So Eddie should go find his biker gang, and go back to being the Son of Havok!'

Archie laughed, and shrugged before he lifted the mic. 'Um, can you confirm he is the Son of Havok?'

'Well, unless he is a bastard, yeah. I mean, his last name is Havok.'

'Why do you have this animosity towards Eddie Havok?'

'When Eddie said he didn't like his teddie, you knew he was a no good kid.' snapped Wormwood, and Rude arched a brow.

'And what about your other opponent, Timeless?' 

'Timeless? Listen, I don't want to start any controversy, I don't want to ruffle any feathers.' said Wormwood spreading his pudgy hands, then he shrugged before he spat it out. 'But I heard Timless was beat by a girl. A girl. Like this guy walks around, acting like he is some sort of bad ass, like he is some kind of Greek Hero. And he is hanging out with strippers, and riding Primal's coat tails, and yet?'

Louie Wormwood leaned forward again, and whispered to the camera. 

'Beat by a girl. So let me say, Timless likes to say this or that. And start this or that controversary, because he is the loose cannon of the CWA! But my client has his number, my client, Takaru Matsui is more then a match for the scary man from Kalifornia with a K, the Legend of the Fall, Timeless. Okay? Because Timeless just like Eddie is about to get the Kinshasa! This isn't a game, the Red Slayer is here to make a statement! So unless these two have to go and save the Council of Chaos from Jeff Noon's cabana boys too? They will be eating those L's.'

Archie Rude hid a smile, nodding as Takaru Matsui smirked as he stood with his arms folded over his chest. After all he needed to say little now that he had his advocate. And he raked fingers through his black hair, and rolled his shoulders as the little man jerked Rude's wrist down again to continue his tirade. 

'Everyone in the NPW? Should be watching this match, they should be watching this match because this match is where everyone in the NPW and beyond realizes that Takaru Matsui is everything he says he is! That Takaru Matsui is just not some good hand brought in here to elevate these lackluster posers! Everyone in the NPW needs to be put on notice!' Wormwood wagged a finger, and Takaru nodded in agreement.

'Kid Koala? On notice! Steve Awesome? On notice! Frank Windsor? On notice!' yelled Wormwood. 'Rob Riot? Rob Garcia? Rob in catering? On notice! Keith Williams? On notice! Lynx? Gus Arnold? On notice! Donz--'

Takaru clapped a hand over Wormwood's mouth, shaking his head with a slight frown. And Archie looked around nervously before Matsui drew back his hand. 'Don't say that name, if you say his name in the arena he always shows up.'

'You're kidding?' asked Louie Wormwood, adjusting his glasses as Archie stared at him. He looked around again, and Takaru arched a brow.

'No.'

'He's really not.' Archie said with a shrug, and Wormwood adjusted his cheap jacket before he leaned back into the mic.

'At the Great Northern War? You are going to see Takaru Matsui beat the hungry and hairy Eddie, and you are going to see him beat the toxic masculinity right out of the controversial and edgy Timeless!'

Wormwood walked off, grabbing a doughnut from the catering table to stuff it in his mouth.