The Death & Rebirth of Neon Bushido (Gauntlet RP #2)
Feb 15, 2023 22:26:24 GMT -5
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Post by TakaruMatsui on Feb 15, 2023 22:26:24 GMT -5
In the back, Joeru Shimo is being thrown against the wall by a huge man in a grey striped suit. The man snarls, shaking his bald head with it’s long black beard before his taped hand grabs Shimo to rip him to his feet. He cracks his forehead into Shimo’s masked face, and then he drags him around to bounce his head against the equipment crates a few times. His fingers tore at the mask, ripping and tearing at it as he snarls in japanese before he lifts Shimo into the air before dropping him across the crates.
‘Hey!’
Yelled the voice of Frank Wormwood, and then the short man ran down the hall. He waved his hands at the big man in the suit, and then he grabbed for him. The big man snarled, and drove a huge fist into his face. Frank dropped, and sprawled on the floor before he was ripped upwards by his stained tie.
Then the one and only MXG stepped from the shadows, adjusting his suit before he looked at Frank.
‘Mister Wormwood, sorry to inform you. But I don’t think your boy, Shimo is going to make it to the Gauntlet match. You see I learned something important in Los Angeles, and that is I need an army if I am going to take my rightful place in the XHF!’
Wormwood gurgled, grabbing at the big man’s wrists as he shook his head. And Graves smirked, and then he looked up to see Shimo staggering back to his feet. His torn mask skew as he held at his ribs. Frank was dropped, and then everyone turned as Takaru Matsui stepped into view.
‘Now you’re going to get it!’ yelled Frank.
But Takaru snapped a kick across the face of Shimo, sending his partner to the floor before giving a shrug as Frank stared in shock. Then Matsui stomped his foot down on Shimo, driving kicks into his ribs and chest before he motioned for the big man to haul him upwards. Frank crawled forward, pushing himself to his knees before he was grabbed by MXG. The cane of Graves across the throat of the small man, and he was forced to watch as Matsui dropped back.
Then he fired off a Kinshasa into his partner’s face as he dangled limp. Then Shimo was laid out on the floor, and Graves dropped Wormwood. Matsui looked down at his old friend with a faint smirk, shaking his head before he dropped down to lightly slap his cheek.
‘Eh, Frank. I told you it was time for a change. The Red Slayer has carried you and Shimo too long. It’s time that W:UK learned to fear Takaru Matsui, it is time that the XHF learned to fear Takara Matsui! You both made me weak, made me less.’
Frank looked stricken, his heart breaking as he grabbed for Matsui’s hand. Then the Red Slayer nodded, and the bearded man grabbed Wormwood in a taped hand to haul him to his feet. Matsui drew back, and MXG steppe forward as he took off his shades. He spread his hands, then leaned on his cane.
‘Frank Wormwood. Your services are no longer required, my man. You see it is time that Takaru Matsui, and Neon Bushido moved forward. You’re a disgrace to the King of Kyoto, you’re deadweight to the Red Slayer. You made him into a joke, you made him lose his ferocity! Like a wild animal turned into a pet! You think this man, this man a third generation talent! This man a killer! A man who is a legend in his own time is a pet? Is that it? You think because he is your friend you can just keep him back to give you a paycheck?’
Frank said nothing, tears in his eyes.
‘This is Neon Bushido now, this is the beginning of the Golden Horde! And we are going to walk into Legacy, and we are going to take what should have belonged to Takaru Matsui all along! And that is the W:UK tag team titles! The biggest prize in tag team wrestling on this network! And it will be without you, Frank!’
Graves gestured, and the big man’s taped hand wrapped around Frank’s throat. He lifted the little man into the air, and Frank howled before he was driven downward onto the equipment crate! Frank arched in pain, and kicked his stubby legs before he rolled off to land in a heap. Graves laughed, clapping the big man on the shoulder before he waved his cane at Shimo.
The White Dragon lifted, and thrown headfirst into the wall to land in a heap. Then all three of them started to walk away, Graves laughing as the big man snarled something. Matsui came last, pausing to look back at the broken pair sprawled in the hallway. Then he shrugged, and headed down the hall after the others.
Security and Medical ran into the hall then, yelling for help as they checked on Shimo.
‘Hey!’
Yelled the voice of Frank Wormwood, and then the short man ran down the hall. He waved his hands at the big man in the suit, and then he grabbed for him. The big man snarled, and drove a huge fist into his face. Frank dropped, and sprawled on the floor before he was ripped upwards by his stained tie.
Then the one and only MXG stepped from the shadows, adjusting his suit before he looked at Frank.
‘Mister Wormwood, sorry to inform you. But I don’t think your boy, Shimo is going to make it to the Gauntlet match. You see I learned something important in Los Angeles, and that is I need an army if I am going to take my rightful place in the XHF!’
Wormwood gurgled, grabbing at the big man’s wrists as he shook his head. And Graves smirked, and then he looked up to see Shimo staggering back to his feet. His torn mask skew as he held at his ribs. Frank was dropped, and then everyone turned as Takaru Matsui stepped into view.
‘Now you’re going to get it!’ yelled Frank.
But Takaru snapped a kick across the face of Shimo, sending his partner to the floor before giving a shrug as Frank stared in shock. Then Matsui stomped his foot down on Shimo, driving kicks into his ribs and chest before he motioned for the big man to haul him upwards. Frank crawled forward, pushing himself to his knees before he was grabbed by MXG. The cane of Graves across the throat of the small man, and he was forced to watch as Matsui dropped back.
Then he fired off a Kinshasa into his partner’s face as he dangled limp. Then Shimo was laid out on the floor, and Graves dropped Wormwood. Matsui looked down at his old friend with a faint smirk, shaking his head before he dropped down to lightly slap his cheek.
‘Eh, Frank. I told you it was time for a change. The Red Slayer has carried you and Shimo too long. It’s time that W:UK learned to fear Takaru Matsui, it is time that the XHF learned to fear Takara Matsui! You both made me weak, made me less.’
Frank looked stricken, his heart breaking as he grabbed for Matsui’s hand. Then the Red Slayer nodded, and the bearded man grabbed Wormwood in a taped hand to haul him to his feet. Matsui drew back, and MXG steppe forward as he took off his shades. He spread his hands, then leaned on his cane.
‘Frank Wormwood. Your services are no longer required, my man. You see it is time that Takaru Matsui, and Neon Bushido moved forward. You’re a disgrace to the King of Kyoto, you’re deadweight to the Red Slayer. You made him into a joke, you made him lose his ferocity! Like a wild animal turned into a pet! You think this man, this man a third generation talent! This man a killer! A man who is a legend in his own time is a pet? Is that it? You think because he is your friend you can just keep him back to give you a paycheck?’
Frank said nothing, tears in his eyes.
‘This is Neon Bushido now, this is the beginning of the Golden Horde! And we are going to walk into Legacy, and we are going to take what should have belonged to Takaru Matsui all along! And that is the W:UK tag team titles! The biggest prize in tag team wrestling on this network! And it will be without you, Frank!’
Graves gestured, and the big man’s taped hand wrapped around Frank’s throat. He lifted the little man into the air, and Frank howled before he was driven downward onto the equipment crate! Frank arched in pain, and kicked his stubby legs before he rolled off to land in a heap. Graves laughed, clapping the big man on the shoulder before he waved his cane at Shimo.
The White Dragon lifted, and thrown headfirst into the wall to land in a heap. Then all three of them started to walk away, Graves laughing as the big man snarled something. Matsui came last, pausing to look back at the broken pair sprawled in the hallway. Then he shrugged, and headed down the hall after the others.
Security and Medical ran into the hall then, yelling for help as they checked on Shimo.
