Post by TakaruMatsui on Apr 10, 2022 11:05:15 GMT -5
'Guys, I have been thinking.' Wormwood said as he rose to his feet, he wore a rumpled suit as always. His tie was a mess, and he lifted his pudgy hand as he smoothed down his wild hair. What was left of it anyhow. 'We need a name, we can't just keep letting you be called Matsui and Shimo.'
Takaru grunted as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded over his chest. The Red Slayer didn't seem at all interested, and he shrugged as Wormwood stared at him. Shimo for his part just kind of scribbled some notes on his pad, then lifted it which drew a snort of laughter from his partner.
It read: Shimo & Matsui
Wormwood waved his hands, clearly unamused before he adjusted his thick glasses. 'No, not working. Not good branding! I considered Kyoto Fight Club, or the KFC!'
'Eh, is chicken.' grunted Matsui, shaking his head in disapproval. Shimo nodded in agreement, and Wormwood made a face as he thought.
'We need something flashy, something with flair, one of you to could be the first Wrestle:UK Commonwealth Champion! You could beat the rest of this roster, and win that gold! And when you do they will say there is one half of Matsui and Shimo? No, that isn't going to move merch!'
Takaru leaned forward. 'Eh, I don't care about the merch. We are here to fight.'
Shimo nodded in agreement.
Wormwood was not having it, he slapped his pudgy hands down on the table. He leaned forward with a shake of his head, clearly almost standing on his chair as he shook his head. His wrinkled and stained tie waving under his chin as he growled. 'Fighting doesn't pay my fees! We going to get royalties on your fighting?'
Matsui rolled his eyes, and Wormwood grumbled. Shimo just tapped his pen against his pad, thinking as Wormwood started to pace back and forth.
Shimo held up the pad, and it read: Eastern Express.
Takaru nodded, leaning forward again. 'I like it, it reminds me of the Midnight Express.'
Shimo turned the pad, then scribbled the name out before he turned it again: Now I don't like it, makes me think of FTR.
'Makes me hungry for Chinese.' muttered Wormwood.
'We could just be Red Slayer, White Dragon.' offered Takaru with a shrug.
Shimo wrote again: Sounds like a Yu-gi Oh card.
Takaru smirked, laughing at that as Wormwood fumed.
'This isn't funny! We could be top contenders, we could be in line to fight the Bastards or Team Fairtex! You think we are going to turn heads with a weak ass name? Is that it?'
'Louis, our name doesn't matter. We are Takaru Matsui, and Joeru Shimo, we are among the best in wrestling. We are elite competitors, and no matter what they call us? We will do what we do.'
Shimo nodded, but Wormwood rolled his eyes behind his glasses.
Takaru shoved back his hair, and sighed. Wormwood snapped his fat fingers, and spread his hands before him. 'I have it, I have it! Neon Bushido!'
Shimo tilted his masked head, thinking it over it seemed as he tapped his marker against a blank page. And Takaru shook his head, waving his hand as he leaned back again. 'Eh, sounds very JRok. Very. JRok.'
'Matsui and Shimo sounds very JRok!' Wormwood snapped, which made Takaru laugh.
Then Takaru shrugged, speaking again. 'Bōryoku-tekina shinshi.'
'Say what?'
'It is Violent Gentlemen.' said Takaru, and Wormwood snapped his fingers as he turned.
'That's it! Violent Gentlemen!'
Shimo shook his head, and then he started to write again in a rush. Then he lifted the pad, tapping it with his pen: It's a hockey club.
'Ah, hockey.' said Takaru, having come around to Hockey a bit from his time in Canada. Wormwood fumed, dropping back onto his chair as he grumbled to himself.
Wormwood suddenly grinned, and he held up his hands again. 'S and M!'
Takaru shook his head, trying not to laugh at his friend as he covered his grin with a hand. Wormwood seemed really into the idea, and then Shimo wrote something down before sliding the pad over to him. Wormwood grabbed the pad, his eyes widening behind his glasses before he shoved the tablet back with a shake of his head. Shimo's shoulders shook, and Wormwood sputtered.
'I think that one is off the table, eh?' laughed Takaru.
Wormwood grumbled, clearly agitated as he sat back. 'I don't get it these seems so easy when other people do it, I heard Donzig make up names in two minutes.'
Shimo stared at him, and Takaru snorted. 'You want us to to be Death, Skull, or Darkness?'
'Could you?'
Shimo shook his head, and Takaru waved a hand dismissively as he leaned back again. And Wormwood thought, pudgy fingers drumming against the table as he sat back.
'Well, this is rough. I didn't think this would be so hard. I am going to go do some research, and let you guys talk Battle Royal strategy.'
'You throw people over the top rope, and try not to be thrown yourself. There is not much strategy to it.' said Takaru bemused, Shimo nodded in agreement.
Frank waved a hand, stomping out the door. The pair shrugged, and Shimo wrote something down.
It read: Is he always like this?
'He is very high-strung, eh?' said Takaru with a shake of his head.
Takaru grunted as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded over his chest. The Red Slayer didn't seem at all interested, and he shrugged as Wormwood stared at him. Shimo for his part just kind of scribbled some notes on his pad, then lifted it which drew a snort of laughter from his partner.
It read: Shimo & Matsui
Wormwood waved his hands, clearly unamused before he adjusted his thick glasses. 'No, not working. Not good branding! I considered Kyoto Fight Club, or the KFC!'
'Eh, is chicken.' grunted Matsui, shaking his head in disapproval. Shimo nodded in agreement, and Wormwood made a face as he thought.
'We need something flashy, something with flair, one of you to could be the first Wrestle:UK Commonwealth Champion! You could beat the rest of this roster, and win that gold! And when you do they will say there is one half of Matsui and Shimo? No, that isn't going to move merch!'
Takaru leaned forward. 'Eh, I don't care about the merch. We are here to fight.'
Shimo nodded in agreement.
Wormwood was not having it, he slapped his pudgy hands down on the table. He leaned forward with a shake of his head, clearly almost standing on his chair as he shook his head. His wrinkled and stained tie waving under his chin as he growled. 'Fighting doesn't pay my fees! We going to get royalties on your fighting?'
Matsui rolled his eyes, and Wormwood grumbled. Shimo just tapped his pen against his pad, thinking as Wormwood started to pace back and forth.
Shimo held up the pad, and it read: Eastern Express.
Takaru nodded, leaning forward again. 'I like it, it reminds me of the Midnight Express.'
Shimo turned the pad, then scribbled the name out before he turned it again: Now I don't like it, makes me think of FTR.
'Makes me hungry for Chinese.' muttered Wormwood.
'We could just be Red Slayer, White Dragon.' offered Takaru with a shrug.
Shimo wrote again: Sounds like a Yu-gi Oh card.
Takaru smirked, laughing at that as Wormwood fumed.
'This isn't funny! We could be top contenders, we could be in line to fight the Bastards or Team Fairtex! You think we are going to turn heads with a weak ass name? Is that it?'
'Louis, our name doesn't matter. We are Takaru Matsui, and Joeru Shimo, we are among the best in wrestling. We are elite competitors, and no matter what they call us? We will do what we do.'
Shimo nodded, but Wormwood rolled his eyes behind his glasses.
Takaru shoved back his hair, and sighed. Wormwood snapped his fat fingers, and spread his hands before him. 'I have it, I have it! Neon Bushido!'
Shimo tilted his masked head, thinking it over it seemed as he tapped his marker against a blank page. And Takaru shook his head, waving his hand as he leaned back again. 'Eh, sounds very JRok. Very. JRok.'
'Matsui and Shimo sounds very JRok!' Wormwood snapped, which made Takaru laugh.
Then Takaru shrugged, speaking again. 'Bōryoku-tekina shinshi.'
'Say what?'
'It is Violent Gentlemen.' said Takaru, and Wormwood snapped his fingers as he turned.
'That's it! Violent Gentlemen!'
Shimo shook his head, and then he started to write again in a rush. Then he lifted the pad, tapping it with his pen: It's a hockey club.
'Ah, hockey.' said Takaru, having come around to Hockey a bit from his time in Canada. Wormwood fumed, dropping back onto his chair as he grumbled to himself.
Wormwood suddenly grinned, and he held up his hands again. 'S and M!'
Takaru shook his head, trying not to laugh at his friend as he covered his grin with a hand. Wormwood seemed really into the idea, and then Shimo wrote something down before sliding the pad over to him. Wormwood grabbed the pad, his eyes widening behind his glasses before he shoved the tablet back with a shake of his head. Shimo's shoulders shook, and Wormwood sputtered.
'I think that one is off the table, eh?' laughed Takaru.
Wormwood grumbled, clearly agitated as he sat back. 'I don't get it these seems so easy when other people do it, I heard Donzig make up names in two minutes.'
Shimo stared at him, and Takaru snorted. 'You want us to to be Death, Skull, or Darkness?'
'Could you?'
Shimo shook his head, and Takaru waved a hand dismissively as he leaned back again. And Wormwood thought, pudgy fingers drumming against the table as he sat back.
'Well, this is rough. I didn't think this would be so hard. I am going to go do some research, and let you guys talk Battle Royal strategy.'
'You throw people over the top rope, and try not to be thrown yourself. There is not much strategy to it.' said Takaru bemused, Shimo nodded in agreement.
Frank waved a hand, stomping out the door. The pair shrugged, and Shimo wrote something down.
It read: Is he always like this?
'He is very high-strung, eh?' said Takaru with a shake of his head.
