Post by Raiden Ishimori on Feb 18, 2021 0:04:05 GMT -5
Takuma: “Why does that man not speak? Why has he been quiet? What makes him think that he is a threat?”
Takuma’s words echo throughout the dimly lit back alley, the camera panning to the left to show the Japanese talent dressed rather formally in a dark grey vest and pants, half gloves to pair with it, and hair pulled back into a loose ponytail.
Takuma: “Those are the words that have been ongoing for the past couple weeks ever since I formally said my piece on the matter regarding the NLW Heavyweight Championship. My counterparts spoke words worth their salt and now the latest talk has been that I’m the one who has yet to really add to what I’ve said. I’ll be real: I’ve never been much of a talker to begin with. I was always the guy people relied on for muscle, for protection, for support. Now though, I have the ability to put on display why I was all those things, why I was feared in the streets of Koga, and later...Osaka.”
His shoes clack against the asphalt as he continues his stroll at a rather slow pace, shoulders rolling for a brief moment.
Takuma: “See, when I was still learning the ways of the street when I left home as a high school dropout, I took what opportunities I could to keep even a small fraction of pocket change. Whether that meant mugging people, robbing stores, or breaking into an ATM out of desperation, I was never afraid of my actions being the things to speak for me. A certain organization took interest in that, and given my size, figured I’d fit in with their operation scheme.”
A gruff laugh tumbles from his lips.
Takuma: “And, I did. Saw some highs, saw some lows, but then someone got me interested in the prospect of wrestling after my associate was taken out of the equation. An area to really test my strength, pit myself against other brutes, other people of talents...and I figured why not? Got my start in J-ROK roughly in the mid-card before budget cuts and eventually, found myself overseas here with NLW, now in the main event of Masquerade.”
He highlighted the last few words with a hand traced arch utilizing one of his hands.
Takuma: “Lucky enough to be in it, but if there’s one thing I learned before coming into this industry, it’s that you always need to be wary of the quiet ones. The ones who don’t say much, keep to themselves. Their faces may not say a lot about them, but you look in their eyes, and you can sense them plotting something...which is something the others should’ve taken into consideration during the little debate we had.”
Another chuckle.
Takuma: “Leon Chant. Big man, big muscles, lots of brawn. Where do I start with you? Sure, Mr. King of the Mountain as we’ve all seen, but all kings get dethroned in the end one way or another. I’ve seen it plenty of times out in the streets with head honchos being taken out and then the rest of their men just scatter. An apex predator, slain and taken out, marking the way for something new to take its place, and tigers tend to be at the top of the food chain. Consider this crowning long overdue, Leon. Truely, you were just meant to be the placeholder. If MCCW is anything to go by knowing your track record there…”
Big Tiger snickers to himself at the thought.
Takuma: “Oh but I can’t forget the other two involved: Eli and Al. Trident-holder and high school reject. Firstly, let me congratulate Eli on winning that trident considering it’s the only consolation you will be receiving come Masquerade. Besting many a man in that scuffle for it, compares to nothing that I’ve had to throw myself into it. I’ve been in far worse compared to this little tussle we’ll be having, and those were prime enough examples as to why people feared the name “Big Tiger” out in the streets. The carnage, the blood, the bruises, the broken bones. Heh, let’s say someone else in the business is rather familiar with my capabilities. Like I said at Ascendancy, if you even think about trying to stop my ascension to what is rightfully the apex predator’s prize...that trident isn’t going to be the only thing broken on the floor.”
He shoots the camera a glare as it continues to track his movement throughout the back alley.
Takuma: “Then there’s good old Jabroni, the man trying to capture the crowd’s hearts all because he couldn’t capture any in high school. To be young and dumb...and still be young and dumb even as you get older. I guess wrestling does take on all kinds of people into its waiting embrace. Even so, I just want it known that I really don’t have anything to say about him because what is there to say? Sure, we have a similarity in that neither of us completed my high school but when I left, I made something of myself out on the streets as the sonuvabitch that no one wanted anything to do with unless they wanted a death wish granted. Like many before him, he will just be a broken bastard at the end of it all whether it be on the floor, or sandwiched in a ladder. The people don’t love you, Al. Showing affection to those kinds of people won’t bring anything back to favor you...only pain...and I’m the one acting as its messenger.”
Takuma comes to a stop as he reaches the end of the alley, head leaning back to gaze up at the tall buildings within the near vicinity.
Takuma: “You’ve heard my real piece on all of them, but don’t think that I’m close to finished...for I have yet to truly begin.”
With that, he disappeared from sight, dripping water filling as the only noise.
Takuma’s words echo throughout the dimly lit back alley, the camera panning to the left to show the Japanese talent dressed rather formally in a dark grey vest and pants, half gloves to pair with it, and hair pulled back into a loose ponytail.
Takuma: “Those are the words that have been ongoing for the past couple weeks ever since I formally said my piece on the matter regarding the NLW Heavyweight Championship. My counterparts spoke words worth their salt and now the latest talk has been that I’m the one who has yet to really add to what I’ve said. I’ll be real: I’ve never been much of a talker to begin with. I was always the guy people relied on for muscle, for protection, for support. Now though, I have the ability to put on display why I was all those things, why I was feared in the streets of Koga, and later...Osaka.”
His shoes clack against the asphalt as he continues his stroll at a rather slow pace, shoulders rolling for a brief moment.
Takuma: “See, when I was still learning the ways of the street when I left home as a high school dropout, I took what opportunities I could to keep even a small fraction of pocket change. Whether that meant mugging people, robbing stores, or breaking into an ATM out of desperation, I was never afraid of my actions being the things to speak for me. A certain organization took interest in that, and given my size, figured I’d fit in with their operation scheme.”
A gruff laugh tumbles from his lips.
Takuma: “And, I did. Saw some highs, saw some lows, but then someone got me interested in the prospect of wrestling after my associate was taken out of the equation. An area to really test my strength, pit myself against other brutes, other people of talents...and I figured why not? Got my start in J-ROK roughly in the mid-card before budget cuts and eventually, found myself overseas here with NLW, now in the main event of Masquerade.”
He highlighted the last few words with a hand traced arch utilizing one of his hands.
Takuma: “Lucky enough to be in it, but if there’s one thing I learned before coming into this industry, it’s that you always need to be wary of the quiet ones. The ones who don’t say much, keep to themselves. Their faces may not say a lot about them, but you look in their eyes, and you can sense them plotting something...which is something the others should’ve taken into consideration during the little debate we had.”
Another chuckle.
Takuma: “Leon Chant. Big man, big muscles, lots of brawn. Where do I start with you? Sure, Mr. King of the Mountain as we’ve all seen, but all kings get dethroned in the end one way or another. I’ve seen it plenty of times out in the streets with head honchos being taken out and then the rest of their men just scatter. An apex predator, slain and taken out, marking the way for something new to take its place, and tigers tend to be at the top of the food chain. Consider this crowning long overdue, Leon. Truely, you were just meant to be the placeholder. If MCCW is anything to go by knowing your track record there…”
Big Tiger snickers to himself at the thought.
Takuma: “Oh but I can’t forget the other two involved: Eli and Al. Trident-holder and high school reject. Firstly, let me congratulate Eli on winning that trident considering it’s the only consolation you will be receiving come Masquerade. Besting many a man in that scuffle for it, compares to nothing that I’ve had to throw myself into it. I’ve been in far worse compared to this little tussle we’ll be having, and those were prime enough examples as to why people feared the name “Big Tiger” out in the streets. The carnage, the blood, the bruises, the broken bones. Heh, let’s say someone else in the business is rather familiar with my capabilities. Like I said at Ascendancy, if you even think about trying to stop my ascension to what is rightfully the apex predator’s prize...that trident isn’t going to be the only thing broken on the floor.”
He shoots the camera a glare as it continues to track his movement throughout the back alley.
Takuma: “Then there’s good old Jabroni, the man trying to capture the crowd’s hearts all because he couldn’t capture any in high school. To be young and dumb...and still be young and dumb even as you get older. I guess wrestling does take on all kinds of people into its waiting embrace. Even so, I just want it known that I really don’t have anything to say about him because what is there to say? Sure, we have a similarity in that neither of us completed my high school but when I left, I made something of myself out on the streets as the sonuvabitch that no one wanted anything to do with unless they wanted a death wish granted. Like many before him, he will just be a broken bastard at the end of it all whether it be on the floor, or sandwiched in a ladder. The people don’t love you, Al. Showing affection to those kinds of people won’t bring anything back to favor you...only pain...and I’m the one acting as its messenger.”
Takuma comes to a stop as he reaches the end of the alley, head leaning back to gaze up at the tall buildings within the near vicinity.
Takuma: “You’ve heard my real piece on all of them, but don’t think that I’m close to finished...for I have yet to truly begin.”
With that, he disappeared from sight, dripping water filling as the only noise.
