Post by Winston Wilson on May 7, 2018 8:50:28 GMT -5
Tenji Japanese Restaurant
Woodruff Rd,Greenville, South Carolina 8:00 PM
A black SUV hurtles through the night carrying a trio of PCW stars who, since thier night was finished decided to get a post show meal and discuss strategy for thier next PCW Trauma.
A win over Razor was good but ultimately unsatisfying for Hiroshi. He had bested the muscle bound meathead with little effort and this fired his need for competition up even more.
He desired a real challenge and if PCW wasn't going to give him one then he would make sure he would one way or another.
Hiroshi Alexa and Tamika pull up to the restaurant, a favourite haunt of theirs in Alexa’s big black Mercedes ML 65 AMG. The car stands out among the usual crowd of standard cars that line the parking lot. It’s big black shiny body and blinding headlights are impossible to miss.
The car burbles to a halt and the engine whines down and then becomes silent as the doors open and all three passengers leave the vehicle.
The trio cross the parking lot to the stares of passers by who almost gasp at the odd looking group. They don't see people like this every day and it's quite a spectacle.
"Look at that! I've never seen people people like that round here. Ever since that PCW opened I swear this town has become a hotspot for creeps and weirdos." A rotund lady whispers to her friend.
"I know it's like the company just attracts them like flies to a dung heap.
Her friends nods knowingly and then continues.
It's honestly lowering the tone of the town and it saddens me.
Greenville used to be a respectable place before those freaks came along.
Unfortunately because the company brings in quite a bit of money the local law enforcement and the mayor just let alot of things slide. They hire anyone and I mean ANYONE. Apparently one of thier most recent hires is a contract hitman who hurts people for money.
Those who have a history of extreme violence or multiple criminal convictions are prime candidates and go straight to the front of the line. They don't care about public safety they just want to put on a show for those lower class yobs who enjoy it.
The two snobbish women stop when Tamika who has heard thier conversation shoots an angry glare in thier directon. They quickly hurry off and continue gossiping with disapproving looks.
"Can you believe those two bitches?" Tamika asks get companions
"They are lucky I didn't go over there and stomp both of them. Running thier mouths like that. Who the fuck do they think they are?
At least we earn aiving unlike those rich cunts who probably slept thier way into money and have the nerve to look down thier noses at us."
Alexa puts her hand on Tamika's shoulder to calm her.
"I know Tam, but look at it this way, what we've done so far and what we will do in the days to come will make things happen that those two upper class cows could never dream of doing.
People are aware of us and we are in thier radar but I don't think they see us as a threat yet abd that has to change. We need to make more of an impact and really start a riot."
Hiroshi who has been listening nods.
"This week is my chance to do just that. My opponent this week is a self professed "hitman for hire"
I saw what he did to that jobber last week and it's obvious that he isn't joking and if he chose to he could end a career with the snap of a limb.
Hiroshi looks down the camera and his face turns to stone. His look serious and his eyes are dead and cold.
Unfortunately for him his opponent this week is me and I assure you Mr Goodstone, if that is your real name, that I shall not be an easy target.
I am.q former sumo grand champion and these.. here Hiroshi holds up his arms and we see his baseball glove sized hands.
"These can do more damage than you can fathom. I am no easy target Mr Goodstone. I will make sure you are in for the fight of your life.
Prepare to be broken and bow to my will.
The hunter has become the hunted...
The trio walk away and into Tenji to eat as the camera fades out
Woodruff Rd,Greenville, South Carolina 8:00 PM
A black SUV hurtles through the night carrying a trio of PCW stars who, since thier night was finished decided to get a post show meal and discuss strategy for thier next PCW Trauma.
A win over Razor was good but ultimately unsatisfying for Hiroshi. He had bested the muscle bound meathead with little effort and this fired his need for competition up even more.
He desired a real challenge and if PCW wasn't going to give him one then he would make sure he would one way or another.
Hiroshi Alexa and Tamika pull up to the restaurant, a favourite haunt of theirs in Alexa’s big black Mercedes ML 65 AMG. The car stands out among the usual crowd of standard cars that line the parking lot. It’s big black shiny body and blinding headlights are impossible to miss.
The car burbles to a halt and the engine whines down and then becomes silent as the doors open and all three passengers leave the vehicle.
The trio cross the parking lot to the stares of passers by who almost gasp at the odd looking group. They don't see people like this every day and it's quite a spectacle.
"Look at that! I've never seen people people like that round here. Ever since that PCW opened I swear this town has become a hotspot for creeps and weirdos." A rotund lady whispers to her friend.
"I know it's like the company just attracts them like flies to a dung heap.
Her friends nods knowingly and then continues.
It's honestly lowering the tone of the town and it saddens me.
Greenville used to be a respectable place before those freaks came along.
Unfortunately because the company brings in quite a bit of money the local law enforcement and the mayor just let alot of things slide. They hire anyone and I mean ANYONE. Apparently one of thier most recent hires is a contract hitman who hurts people for money.
Those who have a history of extreme violence or multiple criminal convictions are prime candidates and go straight to the front of the line. They don't care about public safety they just want to put on a show for those lower class yobs who enjoy it.
The two snobbish women stop when Tamika who has heard thier conversation shoots an angry glare in thier directon. They quickly hurry off and continue gossiping with disapproving looks.
"Can you believe those two bitches?" Tamika asks get companions
"They are lucky I didn't go over there and stomp both of them. Running thier mouths like that. Who the fuck do they think they are?
At least we earn aiving unlike those rich cunts who probably slept thier way into money and have the nerve to look down thier noses at us."
Alexa puts her hand on Tamika's shoulder to calm her.
"I know Tam, but look at it this way, what we've done so far and what we will do in the days to come will make things happen that those two upper class cows could never dream of doing.
People are aware of us and we are in thier radar but I don't think they see us as a threat yet abd that has to change. We need to make more of an impact and really start a riot."
Hiroshi who has been listening nods.
"This week is my chance to do just that. My opponent this week is a self professed "hitman for hire"
I saw what he did to that jobber last week and it's obvious that he isn't joking and if he chose to he could end a career with the snap of a limb.
Hiroshi looks down the camera and his face turns to stone. His look serious and his eyes are dead and cold.
Unfortunately for him his opponent this week is me and I assure you Mr Goodstone, if that is your real name, that I shall not be an easy target.
I am.q former sumo grand champion and these.. here Hiroshi holds up his arms and we see his baseball glove sized hands.
"These can do more damage than you can fathom. I am no easy target Mr Goodstone. I will make sure you are in for the fight of your life.
Prepare to be broken and bow to my will.
The hunter has become the hunted...
The trio walk away and into Tenji to eat as the camera fades out