Post by Winston Wilson on Oct 26, 2015 4:46:59 GMT -5
An annoyed Hiroshi Yukio limps through the curtain and past the gorilla position his face a mixture of pain and anger. Storming past some shocked onlookers his large frame shifting from side to side with the occasional grunts of pain.
"Kore wa shinji rarenai hododesu!"
(This is unbelivable!) he roars in his deep bass which has a tone of outrage that is not hidden at all.
He shrugs off any attempts to help and walks past the usual multitude of fans who eagerly awaited him to get photos and autographs.
"Wasp nani no chanpion wa, kare ga usotsuki to sagide wa arimasen!"
(Wasp is no champion he is a liar and a cheat!) he spits in disgust.
Kare wa watashi no shiai ni makikoma reru yori mo, kare no yūjin ni wa, yoriyoide wa arimasen!
(And his friend is no better than he is getting involved in my match)
Usually a calm and peaceful man, this time he was not. Unhappy about the circumstances surrounding his loss he stomps his way down the corridor slamming the door behind him leaving fans and backstage staff looking on in surprise and alarm.
Stopping for a moment to compose
himself he breathes in and out slowly and calms himself.
After he is calm he walks back in and turns to the faithful his mountainous body towering over them.
"Ladies and gentleman boys and girls I would like to personally apologise to you all for that shameful display and allow me to say that it will not happen again. Now who wants photos or an autograph?"
He smiles beaming widely at the cheering crowd who now gather around him in adoration. Men women kids and even little old ladies are there.
Later on after the crowd disperses and everyone has gone, he leaves the arena and gets into his SUV which is as usual waiting in the parking lot. After he gets in it roars out and into the night.
At his hotel he reaches into his pocket and grabs a small keycard which looks like tiny in his saucepan sized hands. He slots it in and turns the handle walking in and shutting it behind him.
"So I wonder what this week will bring on my American journey? Thus far all I have had is disappointment and anger. I came here to continue my success and see what new opportunities would present themselves.
Now is not the time to dwell on the past, now is the time to focus.
My opponent beat me last week because he took full advantage of my honourable nature and my naive belief that they would play fair.
But now as I know this is not true of everyone and especially not those in the underground division here in PCW. They are ruthless and will win by any means and that is how I too must play.
And this week my opponent "The Ragin Redneck" Bubba Reece is sure to use everything he can to win.
I've seen how well this suits his violent and sadistic nature and I know this will be to his advantage.
But what he will do like everyone else is laugh and mock me
Oh that fat looser won't be able to beat me because he'll be too busy at KFC to show up to the arena or something like that.
You know what?
Go ahead and laugh and mock me because this week I will crush him and show you all that this is one man who will never say die and you'll have to bring your A game to Trauma
But Mr Reece I want you to do something for me.
I want you to look at me
This is the face of the man who will win
"Kore wa shinji rarenai hododesu!"
(This is unbelivable!) he roars in his deep bass which has a tone of outrage that is not hidden at all.
He shrugs off any attempts to help and walks past the usual multitude of fans who eagerly awaited him to get photos and autographs.
"Wasp nani no chanpion wa, kare ga usotsuki to sagide wa arimasen!"
(Wasp is no champion he is a liar and a cheat!) he spits in disgust.
Kare wa watashi no shiai ni makikoma reru yori mo, kare no yūjin ni wa, yoriyoide wa arimasen!
(And his friend is no better than he is getting involved in my match)
Usually a calm and peaceful man, this time he was not. Unhappy about the circumstances surrounding his loss he stomps his way down the corridor slamming the door behind him leaving fans and backstage staff looking on in surprise and alarm.
Stopping for a moment to compose
himself he breathes in and out slowly and calms himself.
After he is calm he walks back in and turns to the faithful his mountainous body towering over them.
"Ladies and gentleman boys and girls I would like to personally apologise to you all for that shameful display and allow me to say that it will not happen again. Now who wants photos or an autograph?"
He smiles beaming widely at the cheering crowd who now gather around him in adoration. Men women kids and even little old ladies are there.
Later on after the crowd disperses and everyone has gone, he leaves the arena and gets into his SUV which is as usual waiting in the parking lot. After he gets in it roars out and into the night.
At his hotel he reaches into his pocket and grabs a small keycard which looks like tiny in his saucepan sized hands. He slots it in and turns the handle walking in and shutting it behind him.
"So I wonder what this week will bring on my American journey? Thus far all I have had is disappointment and anger. I came here to continue my success and see what new opportunities would present themselves.
Now is not the time to dwell on the past, now is the time to focus.
My opponent beat me last week because he took full advantage of my honourable nature and my naive belief that they would play fair.
But now as I know this is not true of everyone and especially not those in the underground division here in PCW. They are ruthless and will win by any means and that is how I too must play.
And this week my opponent "The Ragin Redneck" Bubba Reece is sure to use everything he can to win.
I've seen how well this suits his violent and sadistic nature and I know this will be to his advantage.
But what he will do like everyone else is laugh and mock me
Oh that fat looser won't be able to beat me because he'll be too busy at KFC to show up to the arena or something like that.
You know what?
Go ahead and laugh and mock me because this week I will crush him and show you all that this is one man who will never say die and you'll have to bring your A game to Trauma
But Mr Reece I want you to do something for me.
I want you to look at me
This is the face of the man who will win