Post by Winston Wilson on Nov 13, 2015 6:09:07 GMT -5
Hiroshi Yukio sits alone in his hotel room contemplating the match he was just in and what he could have done better. He knew that though this match was not by any means a normal match he still lost and had to walk away with yet another defeat. This does not sit well with the big man and he grimaces as he watches a replay of the match.
Bubba shuffles his feet, ducking, jabbing, and dodging in a show, looking for a week spot in the wall of a man in front of him. Finally, he musters the courage to advance on Yukio, another wide swing with the glove missing its mark. With the quickness unbecoming a man of his stature, Hiroshi snaps in a full nelson during Bubba's follow-through. He cinches it in tight, flinging the man half his weight back and forth like a rag doll. The coup d'état comes when Yukio hoists Bubba up and down with a full nelson face buster suplex.
Ace Anderson: The big guy can move. You have to admit that.
He pauses it and reaches to his left where sitting on a small wooden table is a notepad and pen. He thinks momentarily before scribbling notes down furiously on the pad in Japanese. He un pauses it and it continues to play
As Yukio crashes to the mat, squash goes in every direction. Bubba, a sadistic (not Sadistic) smile on his face, grabs a fistful of the innards, shoving them into Hiroshi's face and mouth before going for a cover. The Zombie Ref, rather quick for the undead, only gets a two count before Yukio launches Reese off of him. Reese takes this as a cue to get another weapon. This time he snags a bale of hay. Calculating his opponent as he rises, Bubba scales the turnbuckles behind his foe with the bale high above his head. Hiroshi turns around as Bubba come off his perch to deliver his surprise.
The bale shatters, dried grass exploding everywhere. Once again, Yukio falls victim to gravity. Bubba doesn't exactly stick the landing with the slick vegetation on the mat, crumpling onto his knee. Hard. Reese gets back upright before Yukio can turtle himself from off his back, but that landing took a toll. He limps to a corner to get another high attack in. Hiroshi staggers to his feet once again, only to be greeted by a double axe handle from the second turnbuckle. Yukio stumbles back, but rather than falling, he spins, thrusting a foot out and catching Bubba on the temple.
Hiroshi smiles at that and let's put a big deep booming belly laugh that echoes around the room reverberating off the walls.
"Ha! He didn't see that Superkick coming. Most people just assume I'm a fat blob who can't move and that I don't know how to wrestle because I'm just a sumo. Well I have shown them all that they are wrong and that I will more than hold my own against anyone who is put in my path. 500 lbs is only a disadvantage to those who believe it is. My strength and my size is how I dominate and this week I will show that Mr Reece that I don't take my losses lightly.
He thinks momentarily before scribbling more notes down furiously on the pad in Japanese.
Suddenly a knock is heard at his door. He turns the TV off and his chair around to see a black shirted young man standing at his door looking at him nervously. In his hands a clipboard with numerous pages.
"Mr Yukio sir?" He stammers
"Yes?" He replies in a calm voice
"You have visitors here to see you. I'm not sure why they are here but they insist on seeing you and they are not the sort of people you say no to."
"Ok send them in". The young PA hurries away as fast as he can. Hiroshi stands up and adjusts his kimono standing ready to greet his guests.
Seconds later three figures appear in the doorway and the big man knows exactly who they are.
Alexa Black along with Orin Boyd and Lashawnda Tyson enter the room and stand in front of him not at all nervous or intimidated by still awestruck by the sheer size of the man standing before them.
"Wow they weren't kidding you really are a giant among men! It's been along time since I've seen a sumo. I haven't been to Japan since 98."
Alexa speaks in a manner unusually calm for her.
"Thank you Ms. Black you are most polite. Now what may I ask is it that you want to see me about?"
Orin steps forward a smile on his face as he taps his cane on the floor before addressing Hiroshi.
"Mr Yukio as you know this week my client Alexa Black and yourself have a tag team match against Bubba Reece and her former tag team partner Tyrone Smith"
"That is correct" he agrees
"Now last week your match did not finish in the way you would like. I know you won't let that stand. Myself and my client simply wish to talk to you and ensure that going into this match we have a game plan to ensure our victory."
" I see. And how would you suggest we go about that Mr Boyd?" Hiroshi asks
"Well please sit down and we will discuss it."
He gestures to the big leather chair in which Hiroshi was sitting. The big man sits down and Lashawnda closes the door leaving all guessing what their plan may be.
Bubba shuffles his feet, ducking, jabbing, and dodging in a show, looking for a week spot in the wall of a man in front of him. Finally, he musters the courage to advance on Yukio, another wide swing with the glove missing its mark. With the quickness unbecoming a man of his stature, Hiroshi snaps in a full nelson during Bubba's follow-through. He cinches it in tight, flinging the man half his weight back and forth like a rag doll. The coup d'état comes when Yukio hoists Bubba up and down with a full nelson face buster suplex.
Ace Anderson: The big guy can move. You have to admit that.
He pauses it and reaches to his left where sitting on a small wooden table is a notepad and pen. He thinks momentarily before scribbling notes down furiously on the pad in Japanese. He un pauses it and it continues to play
As Yukio crashes to the mat, squash goes in every direction. Bubba, a sadistic (not Sadistic) smile on his face, grabs a fistful of the innards, shoving them into Hiroshi's face and mouth before going for a cover. The Zombie Ref, rather quick for the undead, only gets a two count before Yukio launches Reese off of him. Reese takes this as a cue to get another weapon. This time he snags a bale of hay. Calculating his opponent as he rises, Bubba scales the turnbuckles behind his foe with the bale high above his head. Hiroshi turns around as Bubba come off his perch to deliver his surprise.
The bale shatters, dried grass exploding everywhere. Once again, Yukio falls victim to gravity. Bubba doesn't exactly stick the landing with the slick vegetation on the mat, crumpling onto his knee. Hard. Reese gets back upright before Yukio can turtle himself from off his back, but that landing took a toll. He limps to a corner to get another high attack in. Hiroshi staggers to his feet once again, only to be greeted by a double axe handle from the second turnbuckle. Yukio stumbles back, but rather than falling, he spins, thrusting a foot out and catching Bubba on the temple.
Hiroshi smiles at that and let's put a big deep booming belly laugh that echoes around the room reverberating off the walls.
"Ha! He didn't see that Superkick coming. Most people just assume I'm a fat blob who can't move and that I don't know how to wrestle because I'm just a sumo. Well I have shown them all that they are wrong and that I will more than hold my own against anyone who is put in my path. 500 lbs is only a disadvantage to those who believe it is. My strength and my size is how I dominate and this week I will show that Mr Reece that I don't take my losses lightly.
He thinks momentarily before scribbling more notes down furiously on the pad in Japanese.
Suddenly a knock is heard at his door. He turns the TV off and his chair around to see a black shirted young man standing at his door looking at him nervously. In his hands a clipboard with numerous pages.
"Mr Yukio sir?" He stammers
"Yes?" He replies in a calm voice
"You have visitors here to see you. I'm not sure why they are here but they insist on seeing you and they are not the sort of people you say no to."
"Ok send them in". The young PA hurries away as fast as he can. Hiroshi stands up and adjusts his kimono standing ready to greet his guests.
Seconds later three figures appear in the doorway and the big man knows exactly who they are.
Alexa Black along with Orin Boyd and Lashawnda Tyson enter the room and stand in front of him not at all nervous or intimidated by still awestruck by the sheer size of the man standing before them.
"Wow they weren't kidding you really are a giant among men! It's been along time since I've seen a sumo. I haven't been to Japan since 98."
Alexa speaks in a manner unusually calm for her.
"Thank you Ms. Black you are most polite. Now what may I ask is it that you want to see me about?"
Orin steps forward a smile on his face as he taps his cane on the floor before addressing Hiroshi.
"Mr Yukio as you know this week my client Alexa Black and yourself have a tag team match against Bubba Reece and her former tag team partner Tyrone Smith"
"That is correct" he agrees
"Now last week your match did not finish in the way you would like. I know you won't let that stand. Myself and my client simply wish to talk to you and ensure that going into this match we have a game plan to ensure our victory."
" I see. And how would you suggest we go about that Mr Boyd?" Hiroshi asks
"Well please sit down and we will discuss it."
He gestures to the big leather chair in which Hiroshi was sitting. The big man sits down and Lashawnda closes the door leaving all guessing what their plan may be.