Post by TakaruMatsui on Mar 7, 2023 14:05:44 GMT -5
MXG: There is no superstar as disrespected on this roster, the W:UK roster as much as my client Takaru Matsui. You see Takaru Matsui is a third generation wrestler, he has been a champion all over the world, he has is a fighter! A warrior! Anywhere in the XHF he could be a major star, he could be a force in this industry! But instead his loyalty to this company is punished!
Graves glared at the camera, and he rips his shades from his nose to wave them. He paces back and forth in his designer suit, frowning as the hulking form of Oni lurks behind him. The big bearded man nodding as he bares his fang decorated mouthpiece, his fist smacking against his palm. Behind them seemingly indifferent leans the Red Slayer, his face half hidden by his hair as Graves continues.
MXG: Every chance that the powers that be get a chance? They insult Matsui, they deride him, they let him languish in the tag team division with a joke for a partner! With a little troll as a manager! That is how the W:UK looks at greatness! Too busy sucking off the Bastards, too busy making nice with the riff raff from HKW, trying to please Wesley Crane! Meanwhile, the Red Slayer is allowed to wait in catering?
MXG shook his head, he scowled as he walked back and forth. Then he waved the sunglasses again, and he snorted.
MXG: Well, you're all fucking paying attention now aren't you? You see Takaru Matsui laid out what was making him weak, he left that idiot Shimo in the dirt! He laid out his deadweight that little joke Frank Wormwood! And now? He wants the W:UK World Heavyweight Champion at Dominion! And that means the entire W:UK roster? You're on notice! You hear me?
MXG shoved the shades into his jacket, and he smirked as Matsui nodded from where he leaned by the wall.
MXG: Mascara? On notice. Oh, you got a secret? You're the Enity now? Please. Just stop. Oh, the New Untouchables? On notice. You think some little inside jokes and some thigh slaps can match the power of the Red Slayer? You think all of that is going to stop Neon Bushido? Please. Tarrasque? What you think because you changed your coat and Donzig is trying to make you smart that you have a chance of winning this? Guess he didn't make you that smart.
That drew a snort of laughter from Matsui, and Graves nodded.
MXG: Sinclair Godfrey? EVK? Two of the most overhyped people on this network, really. Then we have the Rollers Club b-team? Come on, man. Please, just stop! They should just cancel this motherfucker and bow down to give Matsui the damned win! You think any of this collection of misfits can beat Crane? Crane is not even the league of the King of Kyoto!
Oni growled, or it may have been a chuckle as he flashed a grin again. His hand grinding against his palm before it fell away to his side, and he stared at the camera. Matsui still leaned, arms folded across his chest as he looked up from beneath his dark hair with a slight curl of his lip. Graves shrugged, adjusting his jacket as he kept pacing before he waved a hand as he turned back to the camera.
MXG: Kalmin Watts. Oh, I remember you too. You and your mouthpiece, that old man, that hack! The Role Model? Role Model to who? The rednecks in Mississippi? The Glucks? The hillbillies who think they can follow the Anthony Jordan road to success of being a two bit wrestler who did all of his real work in politicking? Oh, I see you! I see you! And I haven't forgotten what you pulled against my client the Sheik! You stand there and cower away from the Masked Lunatic, but the first chance you get? You don't mind him saving your boy do you! You know what, Watts? My client, Takaru Matsui is going to leave just enough of your Okie ass for Windsor to pile up and pin! You get that!
Graves took a deep breath, reaching up to loosen his tie.
MXG: You see this?
A hand waved.
MXG: At St. Patrick's Day Massacre, this is what the rest of you face! This is Neon Bushido! This is the Golden Horde! You have to get past not only the Red Slayer, the King of Kyoto, Takaru Matsui! You have to get past the Man from the Shadow Realm, you have to get past the Black Demon! You have to escape the wrath of the man they call Oni! You understand that? This is a fucking three man tournament, and none of you have the heart to win it! You don't have the fucking heart to face down these men! These are killers!
Last but not least? Because this Battle Royal belongs to the Golden Horde? We have the Sheik! Yeah, oh yeah! These motherfuckers are walking into a killing field! Not one of them, not a fucking one of them are ready for the Great King of Terror! They are not ready for Oni! And they are not ready for Takaru Matsui!
You think any of you can beat three killers like this? Try, please try!
Takaru kicked off the wall, a hand moving to sweep back his hair. And he tugged on his red and black leather jacket, that same wicked grin on his lips as he laughed.
Matsui: Graves is talking the truth! W:UK kept me down, they held me back! I had forgotten who and what I am, and now? I am going to show all of you what I am capable of! I will walk into Dominion. and I will take the W:UK Title from whichever pretender has it after this Chamber! I will be W:UK Heavyweight Champion, and that? That is the way it is.
Graves glared at the camera, and he rips his shades from his nose to wave them. He paces back and forth in his designer suit, frowning as the hulking form of Oni lurks behind him. The big bearded man nodding as he bares his fang decorated mouthpiece, his fist smacking against his palm. Behind them seemingly indifferent leans the Red Slayer, his face half hidden by his hair as Graves continues.
MXG: Every chance that the powers that be get a chance? They insult Matsui, they deride him, they let him languish in the tag team division with a joke for a partner! With a little troll as a manager! That is how the W:UK looks at greatness! Too busy sucking off the Bastards, too busy making nice with the riff raff from HKW, trying to please Wesley Crane! Meanwhile, the Red Slayer is allowed to wait in catering?
MXG shook his head, he scowled as he walked back and forth. Then he waved the sunglasses again, and he snorted.
MXG: Well, you're all fucking paying attention now aren't you? You see Takaru Matsui laid out what was making him weak, he left that idiot Shimo in the dirt! He laid out his deadweight that little joke Frank Wormwood! And now? He wants the W:UK World Heavyweight Champion at Dominion! And that means the entire W:UK roster? You're on notice! You hear me?
MXG shoved the shades into his jacket, and he smirked as Matsui nodded from where he leaned by the wall.
MXG: Mascara? On notice. Oh, you got a secret? You're the Enity now? Please. Just stop. Oh, the New Untouchables? On notice. You think some little inside jokes and some thigh slaps can match the power of the Red Slayer? You think all of that is going to stop Neon Bushido? Please. Tarrasque? What you think because you changed your coat and Donzig is trying to make you smart that you have a chance of winning this? Guess he didn't make you that smart.
That drew a snort of laughter from Matsui, and Graves nodded.
MXG: Sinclair Godfrey? EVK? Two of the most overhyped people on this network, really. Then we have the Rollers Club b-team? Come on, man. Please, just stop! They should just cancel this motherfucker and bow down to give Matsui the damned win! You think any of this collection of misfits can beat Crane? Crane is not even the league of the King of Kyoto!
Oni growled, or it may have been a chuckle as he flashed a grin again. His hand grinding against his palm before it fell away to his side, and he stared at the camera. Matsui still leaned, arms folded across his chest as he looked up from beneath his dark hair with a slight curl of his lip. Graves shrugged, adjusting his jacket as he kept pacing before he waved a hand as he turned back to the camera.
MXG: Kalmin Watts. Oh, I remember you too. You and your mouthpiece, that old man, that hack! The Role Model? Role Model to who? The rednecks in Mississippi? The Glucks? The hillbillies who think they can follow the Anthony Jordan road to success of being a two bit wrestler who did all of his real work in politicking? Oh, I see you! I see you! And I haven't forgotten what you pulled against my client the Sheik! You stand there and cower away from the Masked Lunatic, but the first chance you get? You don't mind him saving your boy do you! You know what, Watts? My client, Takaru Matsui is going to leave just enough of your Okie ass for Windsor to pile up and pin! You get that!
Graves took a deep breath, reaching up to loosen his tie.
MXG: You see this?
A hand waved.
MXG: At St. Patrick's Day Massacre, this is what the rest of you face! This is Neon Bushido! This is the Golden Horde! You have to get past not only the Red Slayer, the King of Kyoto, Takaru Matsui! You have to get past the Man from the Shadow Realm, you have to get past the Black Demon! You have to escape the wrath of the man they call Oni! You understand that? This is a fucking three man tournament, and none of you have the heart to win it! You don't have the fucking heart to face down these men! These are killers!
Last but not least? Because this Battle Royal belongs to the Golden Horde? We have the Sheik! Yeah, oh yeah! These motherfuckers are walking into a killing field! Not one of them, not a fucking one of them are ready for the Great King of Terror! They are not ready for Oni! And they are not ready for Takaru Matsui!
You think any of you can beat three killers like this? Try, please try!
Takaru kicked off the wall, a hand moving to sweep back his hair. And he tugged on his red and black leather jacket, that same wicked grin on his lips as he laughed.
Matsui: Graves is talking the truth! W:UK kept me down, they held me back! I had forgotten who and what I am, and now? I am going to show all of you what I am capable of! I will walk into Dominion. and I will take the W:UK Title from whichever pretender has it after this Chamber! I will be W:UK Heavyweight Champion, and that? That is the way it is.
