Post by Winston Wilson on May 21, 2017 7:43:54 GMT -5
SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!"
A roar bellows through out the corridors of the PCW arena causing some of those who hear it to jump about 5 feet into the air and others to turn around in wide eyed alarm.
A huge figure comes their way like an out of control boulder hurtling down the corridor at terrific speed.
People just manage to get out of the way in time as Hiroshi Yukio come charging through in what can only be described as a FOUL mood.
Clenching his jaw still from whatever was in that loaded cheap shot that hit him in the face.
His eyes dart back and forth scanning the crowd looking for Kyle Shane who is no where to be seen. He must have run right out of the arena right after their confrontation knowing full well what would happen if Hiroshi caught up with the cocky little turd. There would be no where for him to hide soon and when the time came Hiroshi would make sure that Shane would be made to suffer and pay for his misdeeds.
Costing him his match in the Icemann Invitational Tournament was the FINAL straw. For weeks he had been putting up with this loudmouth jerk and now it was time to end it.
Stopping for a moment to calm himself he takes some deep breaths and quells his rage allowing himself to think clearly for now. This was exactly what he wanted me to do. To get angry and loose focus. I'm letting him get in my head and I have to stop it now.
He turns and continues walking away from the startled onlookers who for the first time saw a very different side of the usually calm and reserved Sumo.
PCW Security watch him as he goes not knowing if they could stop him should he become violent.
They were not small men but even they were not close to being as big as Hiroshi.
"Damn man I would NOT want to be the guy who pissed him off" says the first security guy to his friend. His friend nods in strong agreement.
"Your not kidding. That guy would snap most guys in half without trying, I mean who would knowingly make a 6"6 500 lbs Sumo mad? You'd have to be a real idiot"
They lean against the wall keeping an eye on the goings on as was their duty.
Hiroshi comes to his dressing room door and opens it stepping into the Japanese themed room before shutting it behind him leaving the rest of the PCW world behind him.
He sets his sights on a large tray of food that has been delivered and walks over to it. Picking up a handful of food including sushi and sashimi he pops each piece into his mouth and eats it like a kid eating candy.
He knew that his next match was the Last Chance Battle Royal.
"I will not fail this time." He resolved
"NOTHING AND NO ONE is going to stop me from winning that match and getting my hands on that arrogant jackass Kyle Shane.
I don't care who you throw at me I will simply eliminate you one by one until only I remain. And that is not a threat...
He levels an ice cold dead stare down the camera and his voice becomes dark and VERY menacing.
That is a PROMISE!
"Now get out!"
The cameraman almost drops his camera as he rushes out of the room to get away from the already irate sumo.
A roar bellows through out the corridors of the PCW arena causing some of those who hear it to jump about 5 feet into the air and others to turn around in wide eyed alarm.
A huge figure comes their way like an out of control boulder hurtling down the corridor at terrific speed.
People just manage to get out of the way in time as Hiroshi Yukio come charging through in what can only be described as a FOUL mood.
Clenching his jaw still from whatever was in that loaded cheap shot that hit him in the face.
His eyes dart back and forth scanning the crowd looking for Kyle Shane who is no where to be seen. He must have run right out of the arena right after their confrontation knowing full well what would happen if Hiroshi caught up with the cocky little turd. There would be no where for him to hide soon and when the time came Hiroshi would make sure that Shane would be made to suffer and pay for his misdeeds.
Costing him his match in the Icemann Invitational Tournament was the FINAL straw. For weeks he had been putting up with this loudmouth jerk and now it was time to end it.
Stopping for a moment to calm himself he takes some deep breaths and quells his rage allowing himself to think clearly for now. This was exactly what he wanted me to do. To get angry and loose focus. I'm letting him get in my head and I have to stop it now.
He turns and continues walking away from the startled onlookers who for the first time saw a very different side of the usually calm and reserved Sumo.
PCW Security watch him as he goes not knowing if they could stop him should he become violent.
They were not small men but even they were not close to being as big as Hiroshi.
"Damn man I would NOT want to be the guy who pissed him off" says the first security guy to his friend. His friend nods in strong agreement.
"Your not kidding. That guy would snap most guys in half without trying, I mean who would knowingly make a 6"6 500 lbs Sumo mad? You'd have to be a real idiot"
They lean against the wall keeping an eye on the goings on as was their duty.
Hiroshi comes to his dressing room door and opens it stepping into the Japanese themed room before shutting it behind him leaving the rest of the PCW world behind him.
He sets his sights on a large tray of food that has been delivered and walks over to it. Picking up a handful of food including sushi and sashimi he pops each piece into his mouth and eats it like a kid eating candy.
He knew that his next match was the Last Chance Battle Royal.
"I will not fail this time." He resolved
"NOTHING AND NO ONE is going to stop me from winning that match and getting my hands on that arrogant jackass Kyle Shane.
I don't care who you throw at me I will simply eliminate you one by one until only I remain. And that is not a threat...
He levels an ice cold dead stare down the camera and his voice becomes dark and VERY menacing.
That is a PROMISE!
"Now get out!"
The cameraman almost drops his camera as he rushes out of the room to get away from the already irate sumo.