Post by TakaruMatsui on Sept 10, 2022 13:05:08 GMT -5
We are backstage and Warren Webber the Third is standing side by side with Neon Bushido. Frank Wormwood adjusts his stained and crumpled tie, pulling at it before he smooths the tie down. It is covered with dark greasy spots, and he tugs at his coat before he shakes his bald head before he stuffs his hands in his rumpled grey jacket before he wets his lips. He frowns and then steps closer to Warren, and Takaru shrugs as he motions for his manager to speak.
'You know, Warren, may I call you Warren?'
Warren blinked, and stared at Frank before he shrugged. A laugh and he adjusted his bowtie, shaking his head. 'Sure.'
Frank beamed, and then turned to Shimo with a wave of his pudgy hand.
'See I told you that Warren wasn't an arrogant stuck up prick like you thought! He just knows he should be the boss back here, and not Rude.'
Shimo laughed, shaking his masked head as Warren gaped. He stammered, shaking his head before he looked between the pair. Then he turned to look at the smirking Takaru, who rolled his eyes before he folded his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall. He shook back his hair, a hand lifting absently before Warren turned back to Frank who was adjusting his thick glasses.
'What? Rude isn't my boss! This is ridiculous!'
Wormwood stared at him, shaking his head before he smirked.
'Really?'
'No?'
A crew man in a W:UK t-shirt ran over, a clipboard in his hand as he tapped the pen against the papers. And he leaned in, murmuring to Webber. 'Mr. Rude needs you to wrap this up, he wants you to see if you can a word with Windsor's troupe of--'
Shimo's shoulders shook, and he covered his mask with his hand as he clearly was trying not to laugh. He shook his head, waving a hand as he stepped back as Webber glared at him. Frank reached up, clapping Webber on the shoulder before he used the other hand to wave off Shimo.
'Listen, Warren, there is no shame in being the Mormo of announcers.'
Warren sputtered, and his face reddened. 'I never! I thought you wanted to talk about your match with Goth?'
'Oh, yeah. I guess we should talk about that.'
Wormwood rolled his eyes behind his thick glasses, and shrugged before he held up some fat fingers. Then he turned, and produced several large cans with bright labels before shoving them into the hands of Shimo, Matsui, and even Webber. Shimo read the label, shrugging before he opened the can as Webber stared down at his own. Takaru rolled his eyes, shrugging as he held out the can. Wormwood waved a hand, and beamed.
'It's the newest Japanese energy drink, we're official spokepersons!'
Webber muttered, shaking his head before he held out the mic.
'Listen, Goth, and this may shock all of the viewers at home. Said some completely crazy things going into this match, I have not heard anyone say such crazy things since I worked dispatch at a cab company in New York City! Like where does he get this stu--'
Shimo lifted his free head, head tilting. Takaru also stared at Frank, shrugging leather cold shoulders before he glanced at Shimo. Then he leaned closer to Webber, and spoke up.
'Eh, taxi company?'
'Oh, yeah. I worked dispatch for like four years before I got into business. Didn't I ever mention it? I worked with this weird mechanic guy, that was when I first got into wrestling.'
Shimo stared, and sipped at the energy drink. Takaru sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
'Next you guys will say I never mention my twin brother, the giant.'
Takaru lifted a hand, and Shimo snorted before Frank tried to smooth his wrinkled jacket before he continued.
'Webber, let me ask you a question did you understand what Goth was going on about? This guy is upset with me because I am a jester? Is that it? Like I am just some kind of little man that they keep around to do bits? Like I am just here for jokes? Goth needs to get his life together, his wife needs to take away his spellbooks or something! Because listen, he can paint it up however he wants! The Serpent of SWAT ate the L at Sydney, the Bastards pinned him in the ring 1,2 and 3! And you know who the Bastards have never beaten?'
Webber arched a brow, and Wormwood waved his hand between the pair.
'Shimo and Takaru! They never beat Neon Bushido, they never beat us! So Goth can cry about his hurt feelings, but we all know that really he is just trying to save face before my boy, the Red Slayer kicks his head off! He is just trying to save face because he has been exposed as a bully, a man who is nothing but roars, ancient dialects, and some scary fog! You're done, Goth! The Dragon of W:UK is about to be slain by the King of Kyoto!'
Warren nodded, and he looked to Takaru who leaned forward as he brushed his long dark hair back. A faint smile, and he shrugged.
'Psychotic Goth, at Halifax, Nova Scotia you will come face to face with your destiny! You will come face to face with the Red Slayer, and I will show you that you are nothing. When the kinshasa puts you on your back, when the knee to the face knocks what little sense you have out of your skull! I am going to show you the errors of your ways. You worry about Shimo?'
Takaru shook his head.
'Don't, I don't need his help to defeat you. I will beat you by myself, Goth.'
Frank Wormwood nodded, and reached up to pull the mic back down.
'Yeah! You're just a bully, Goth! And at Halifax? The reign of the Dragon comes to an end!'
Shimo leans forward, and then pauses before he reaches into his vest to produce a notepad. He pulls out a pen, writing something before he hands it back to Wormwood. The little man adjusts his glasses, and licks his lips before he peers at the page before he speaks again.
'Shimo says they should call you Psychotic Puff the Deluded Dragon.'
Takaru laughs, shaking his head as he draws back as Wormwood chuckles as he looks at the note once.
'So does he frolic?'
Shimo nods gravely, and the three walk off with some more laughs from the Red Slayer and Wormwood. Warren watches them go, shrugging before he motions for them to cut as he loosens his tie. And he grumbles, glowering.
'Rude isn't my boss, dammit.'
Off camera a man calls to him.
'Hey, Warren, Rude wants you to get him some coffee!'
'You know, Warren, may I call you Warren?'
Warren blinked, and stared at Frank before he shrugged. A laugh and he adjusted his bowtie, shaking his head. 'Sure.'
Frank beamed, and then turned to Shimo with a wave of his pudgy hand.
'See I told you that Warren wasn't an arrogant stuck up prick like you thought! He just knows he should be the boss back here, and not Rude.'
Shimo laughed, shaking his masked head as Warren gaped. He stammered, shaking his head before he looked between the pair. Then he turned to look at the smirking Takaru, who rolled his eyes before he folded his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall. He shook back his hair, a hand lifting absently before Warren turned back to Frank who was adjusting his thick glasses.
'What? Rude isn't my boss! This is ridiculous!'
Wormwood stared at him, shaking his head before he smirked.
'Really?'
'No?'
A crew man in a W:UK t-shirt ran over, a clipboard in his hand as he tapped the pen against the papers. And he leaned in, murmuring to Webber. 'Mr. Rude needs you to wrap this up, he wants you to see if you can a word with Windsor's troupe of--'
Shimo's shoulders shook, and he covered his mask with his hand as he clearly was trying not to laugh. He shook his head, waving a hand as he stepped back as Webber glared at him. Frank reached up, clapping Webber on the shoulder before he used the other hand to wave off Shimo.
'Listen, Warren, there is no shame in being the Mormo of announcers.'
Warren sputtered, and his face reddened. 'I never! I thought you wanted to talk about your match with Goth?'
'Oh, yeah. I guess we should talk about that.'
Wormwood rolled his eyes behind his thick glasses, and shrugged before he held up some fat fingers. Then he turned, and produced several large cans with bright labels before shoving them into the hands of Shimo, Matsui, and even Webber. Shimo read the label, shrugging before he opened the can as Webber stared down at his own. Takaru rolled his eyes, shrugging as he held out the can. Wormwood waved a hand, and beamed.
'It's the newest Japanese energy drink, we're official spokepersons!'
Webber muttered, shaking his head before he held out the mic.
'Listen, Goth, and this may shock all of the viewers at home. Said some completely crazy things going into this match, I have not heard anyone say such crazy things since I worked dispatch at a cab company in New York City! Like where does he get this stu--'
Shimo lifted his free head, head tilting. Takaru also stared at Frank, shrugging leather cold shoulders before he glanced at Shimo. Then he leaned closer to Webber, and spoke up.
'Eh, taxi company?'
'Oh, yeah. I worked dispatch for like four years before I got into business. Didn't I ever mention it? I worked with this weird mechanic guy, that was when I first got into wrestling.'
Shimo stared, and sipped at the energy drink. Takaru sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
'Next you guys will say I never mention my twin brother, the giant.'
Takaru lifted a hand, and Shimo snorted before Frank tried to smooth his wrinkled jacket before he continued.
'Webber, let me ask you a question did you understand what Goth was going on about? This guy is upset with me because I am a jester? Is that it? Like I am just some kind of little man that they keep around to do bits? Like I am just here for jokes? Goth needs to get his life together, his wife needs to take away his spellbooks or something! Because listen, he can paint it up however he wants! The Serpent of SWAT ate the L at Sydney, the Bastards pinned him in the ring 1,2 and 3! And you know who the Bastards have never beaten?'
Webber arched a brow, and Wormwood waved his hand between the pair.
'Shimo and Takaru! They never beat Neon Bushido, they never beat us! So Goth can cry about his hurt feelings, but we all know that really he is just trying to save face before my boy, the Red Slayer kicks his head off! He is just trying to save face because he has been exposed as a bully, a man who is nothing but roars, ancient dialects, and some scary fog! You're done, Goth! The Dragon of W:UK is about to be slain by the King of Kyoto!'
Warren nodded, and he looked to Takaru who leaned forward as he brushed his long dark hair back. A faint smile, and he shrugged.
'Psychotic Goth, at Halifax, Nova Scotia you will come face to face with your destiny! You will come face to face with the Red Slayer, and I will show you that you are nothing. When the kinshasa puts you on your back, when the knee to the face knocks what little sense you have out of your skull! I am going to show you the errors of your ways. You worry about Shimo?'
Takaru shook his head.
'Don't, I don't need his help to defeat you. I will beat you by myself, Goth.'
Frank Wormwood nodded, and reached up to pull the mic back down.
'Yeah! You're just a bully, Goth! And at Halifax? The reign of the Dragon comes to an end!'
Shimo leans forward, and then pauses before he reaches into his vest to produce a notepad. He pulls out a pen, writing something before he hands it back to Wormwood. The little man adjusts his glasses, and licks his lips before he peers at the page before he speaks again.
'Shimo says they should call you Psychotic Puff the Deluded Dragon.'
Takaru laughs, shaking his head as he draws back as Wormwood chuckles as he looks at the note once.
'So does he frolic?'
Shimo nods gravely, and the three walk off with some more laughs from the Red Slayer and Wormwood. Warren watches them go, shrugging before he motions for them to cut as he loosens his tie. And he grumbles, glowering.
'Rude isn't my boss, dammit.'
Off camera a man calls to him.
'Hey, Warren, Rude wants you to get him some coffee!'
