悪夢と新しい始まり Nightmares and New Begininngs
Dec 8, 2015 3:28:29 GMT -5
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Post by Winston Wilson on Dec 8, 2015 3:28:29 GMT -5
In a darkened hotel room a massive figure rests beneath the sheets of his bed accompanied by a jackhammer like snoring that echoes around but surprisingly doesn't wake anyone I the adjoining rooms. It is Hiroshi Yukio that is sleeping there having been tired and exhausted by his recent match on Trauma against Eira and N Saniti.
Both of them took the fight to him and did not back down. But as hard as he fought he simply could not overcome Nathan's use of outside objects to attain victory. In his eyes it was not an honourable win it was a cheap and hollow victory. There was no honor or good left in him anymore now that he had turned to the dark side. His aura had shifted so much and become so dark and evil that even Hiroshi knew he had gone.
Tossing and turning in his sleep he begins to dream
The goliath of a man sat down at the magnificent spread before him. Hungrily, happily, he glossed over the feast, his eyes soaking in the various sushis, gyoza, ramen, soups, bento platters, and sticky buns. It had been a while since the man-mountain had treated himself to such a feast, but he knew he would need his energy for his match.
Bowing his head in appreciation, he sat silently for a few seconds of meditation before beginning his meal. Once he felt he had given his thanks he snatched up his chopsticks ravenously as his stomach gurgled in anticipation. Using his native skill with the utensils, he opted to whet his palate with Unagi, an eel sushi.
As he brought the delicacy to his lips, it vanished without a trace. Looking all around in confusion, he scanned his proximity for what he believed to be a dropped bit of food. Soon enough, and at the protest of his gargantuan gut, he gave up attempting to locate the item and move on.
Snagging another piece of sushi, this time a lovely tempura fried shrimp roll, he devoured it whole-heartedly, yet the thing didn't even seem to make it to his stomach before evaporating to nothing. Again, his belly grumbled impatiently at his apparent inability to deliver the goods. He furrowed his brow, looking at the meal with dumbfounded suspicion. Before he could grab another bite, pain wracked his midsection.
Inspecting his rebelling body, he began to notice a change: with each second that passed without sustenance, his body seemed to begin to eat itself. Horrified at his shrinking physique, he snagged up a large bowl of ramen, halves boiled eggs floating amidst the chicken, vegetables, and noodles. His growing hunger began to reach a frightening level unlike any he had ever experienced. Dumping the bowl down his gullet, uncaring about the scorching hot liquid it swam in, he gulped to get the treat to his stomach, all with the same maddening result.
Frustration setting in as he grew ever more famished and thin, he smashed the bowl to pieces on the table. His eyes wide with panic, he cocked his head curiously as he glowered at the fragments of the bowl. Without thinking, he picked up a shard, biting into it. He was both mystified and fear-filled as he realized that the bowl did not disappear as the food had as he chewed.
Struggling to masticate the porcelain, he swallowed, the force of the sharp edges cutting as it went down his esophagus. Devouring the sliver of bowl sated his angry gut for a few seconds as he tried to process what he had just done. Soon enough, his body began to desire more, still pulling in on itself as it remained unsatisfied.
He quickly grabbed up another of the shattered pieces, bringing it to his mouth with the reluctance of a child with a plate of Brussels sprouts in front of him. He opened his already impaired and bleeding mouth to receive the only thing that would quiet his appetite.
The doors to the room slid open as he loudly chewed the remainder of the bowl, a geisha stepping in with a stack of filthy, empty plates in her hand. Quietly, she knelt in front of him, setting the dishes like a demented buffet in place of the food that was once there.
Hungrily, Hiroshi devoured what was spread before him, unable to contain or stop himself. As he painstakingly chewed, the geisha tilted her head to meet his gaze. As she did, her appearance morphed into one a bit more familiar; N. Saniti.
Slowly pulling an amulet from his gui, he looked sorrowfully at the crumbling mountain of a man. "I apologize, my good man. I'm afraid you have something I desperately need." Holding the trinket in front of Hiroshi, coal black bubbles began to emanate from his every pore. The agony was excruciating as the bauble drew in the smog of bubbles pouring from him. Seconds felt like an eternity as the device fed from him, leaving the sumo drained, weak, and confused.
His stomach gurgled loud enough to wake him in a cold sweat. Sitting bolt upright and extremely alarmed he tires to make sense of the bizzare dream but can't fathom it.
He gets up out of the bed and slips on his kimono and looks down at his phone which looks like a child's toy in his massive hand. It reads 2:23 am
He is about to put it down when it lets out a ding and a new text message appears that reads
Dear Mr Yukio,
Your next scheduled appearance will be at our Collision Course PPV on Sunday,December 13th where you will be competing in an Underground Rules match against the current champion Jules "The Wasp" Martin
and the man you have been feuding with over the past month Bubba Reece. This match will be to determine the PCW Underground Champion.
Good Luck!
PCW Management.
He closes the message and puts the phone down on his bedside table.
"This time I will ensure my victory and become the new PCW Underground champion. Bubba Reece that dishonourable cur will feel my fury and know that I will not tolerate his shameful, disrespectful actions. I will show him what it means to be a man.
And as for the champion I hope he puts up a fight truly worthy of his belt. And if his pirate friend shows up during or after the match then I will make sure he regrets it!
This is one sumo who is tired of being a running joke. There will be broken bodies and championship glory as all three of us are on an inevitable Collison Course...
Both of them took the fight to him and did not back down. But as hard as he fought he simply could not overcome Nathan's use of outside objects to attain victory. In his eyes it was not an honourable win it was a cheap and hollow victory. There was no honor or good left in him anymore now that he had turned to the dark side. His aura had shifted so much and become so dark and evil that even Hiroshi knew he had gone.
Tossing and turning in his sleep he begins to dream
The goliath of a man sat down at the magnificent spread before him. Hungrily, happily, he glossed over the feast, his eyes soaking in the various sushis, gyoza, ramen, soups, bento platters, and sticky buns. It had been a while since the man-mountain had treated himself to such a feast, but he knew he would need his energy for his match.
Bowing his head in appreciation, he sat silently for a few seconds of meditation before beginning his meal. Once he felt he had given his thanks he snatched up his chopsticks ravenously as his stomach gurgled in anticipation. Using his native skill with the utensils, he opted to whet his palate with Unagi, an eel sushi.
As he brought the delicacy to his lips, it vanished without a trace. Looking all around in confusion, he scanned his proximity for what he believed to be a dropped bit of food. Soon enough, and at the protest of his gargantuan gut, he gave up attempting to locate the item and move on.
Snagging another piece of sushi, this time a lovely tempura fried shrimp roll, he devoured it whole-heartedly, yet the thing didn't even seem to make it to his stomach before evaporating to nothing. Again, his belly grumbled impatiently at his apparent inability to deliver the goods. He furrowed his brow, looking at the meal with dumbfounded suspicion. Before he could grab another bite, pain wracked his midsection.
Inspecting his rebelling body, he began to notice a change: with each second that passed without sustenance, his body seemed to begin to eat itself. Horrified at his shrinking physique, he snagged up a large bowl of ramen, halves boiled eggs floating amidst the chicken, vegetables, and noodles. His growing hunger began to reach a frightening level unlike any he had ever experienced. Dumping the bowl down his gullet, uncaring about the scorching hot liquid it swam in, he gulped to get the treat to his stomach, all with the same maddening result.
Frustration setting in as he grew ever more famished and thin, he smashed the bowl to pieces on the table. His eyes wide with panic, he cocked his head curiously as he glowered at the fragments of the bowl. Without thinking, he picked up a shard, biting into it. He was both mystified and fear-filled as he realized that the bowl did not disappear as the food had as he chewed.
Struggling to masticate the porcelain, he swallowed, the force of the sharp edges cutting as it went down his esophagus. Devouring the sliver of bowl sated his angry gut for a few seconds as he tried to process what he had just done. Soon enough, his body began to desire more, still pulling in on itself as it remained unsatisfied.
He quickly grabbed up another of the shattered pieces, bringing it to his mouth with the reluctance of a child with a plate of Brussels sprouts in front of him. He opened his already impaired and bleeding mouth to receive the only thing that would quiet his appetite.
The doors to the room slid open as he loudly chewed the remainder of the bowl, a geisha stepping in with a stack of filthy, empty plates in her hand. Quietly, she knelt in front of him, setting the dishes like a demented buffet in place of the food that was once there.
Hungrily, Hiroshi devoured what was spread before him, unable to contain or stop himself. As he painstakingly chewed, the geisha tilted her head to meet his gaze. As she did, her appearance morphed into one a bit more familiar; N. Saniti.
Slowly pulling an amulet from his gui, he looked sorrowfully at the crumbling mountain of a man. "I apologize, my good man. I'm afraid you have something I desperately need." Holding the trinket in front of Hiroshi, coal black bubbles began to emanate from his every pore. The agony was excruciating as the bauble drew in the smog of bubbles pouring from him. Seconds felt like an eternity as the device fed from him, leaving the sumo drained, weak, and confused.
His stomach gurgled loud enough to wake him in a cold sweat. Sitting bolt upright and extremely alarmed he tires to make sense of the bizzare dream but can't fathom it.
He gets up out of the bed and slips on his kimono and looks down at his phone which looks like a child's toy in his massive hand. It reads 2:23 am
He is about to put it down when it lets out a ding and a new text message appears that reads
Dear Mr Yukio,
Your next scheduled appearance will be at our Collision Course PPV on Sunday,December 13th where you will be competing in an Underground Rules match against the current champion Jules "The Wasp" Martin
and the man you have been feuding with over the past month Bubba Reece. This match will be to determine the PCW Underground Champion.
Good Luck!
PCW Management.
He closes the message and puts the phone down on his bedside table.
"This time I will ensure my victory and become the new PCW Underground champion. Bubba Reece that dishonourable cur will feel my fury and know that I will not tolerate his shameful, disrespectful actions. I will show him what it means to be a man.
And as for the champion I hope he puts up a fight truly worthy of his belt. And if his pirate friend shows up during or after the match then I will make sure he regrets it!
This is one sumo who is tired of being a running joke. There will be broken bodies and championship glory as all three of us are on an inevitable Collison Course...