Post by TakaruMatsui on Mar 23, 2023 13:40:11 GMT -5
MXG: Oh, look, it's the answer to the question no one asked. Kalmin Watts.
Malcolm Xavier Graves smirks as he waves his cane, then he tosses and catches it. He leans on it, shaking his head as Takaru Matsui stands behind him with a grin. His arms folded over his chest, and he cocks his head as Graves continues. The cane waved, and he reaches up to loosen his tie.
MXG: You know Watts, I hear a lot about you. I hear about you here, and I hear about you in HKW. But every single time I pay attention to your ass? Well, it seems like someone is saving you. Donzig saved you from the Sheik, or the Great King of Terror would have taken that bit of gold around your waist. And then at St. Patrick's Day Massacre? You walked out of Belfast because Sean Bean had to make that save for Frank. And I know you think you had it? But did you? You and that Old Man? All hype.
Oh, am I supposed to be impressed by your antics with Havok? Please.
Takaru gave a laugh, shaking his head as he absently glanced down the hallway. Graves shook his head, and then he pulled off his shades. He folded them, tucking them inside of his jacket as he gestured towards Matsui with his cane. Then he let it drop again.
MXG: This man behind me is the best kept secret in WUK, this man has been kept down by people like you. People who have everything handed to them, people who are here because they put butts in seats, or they have the right look, or they have it. And Takaru Matsui? Is treated different because why? Because of deadweight like Shimo, because of deadweight like Frank Wormwood. This man is the most under-rated, poorly treated fighter in the entire XHF! And at Dublin? He is going to take all of that frustration, all of that anger, all of it! Out on you, Watts!
He is going to kick your fucking head off, you think you can lock on that little submission of yours after the Red Slayer kicks you in the face again and again and again! You think you will be able to lock it on after you get the Kinshasa? This man is a killer, he is not some rookie fresh from college with some old man whispering in his ear!
Graves paused, and he pointed with a smirk.
MXG: By the way, Role Model, you want to get in my business? You want to try that shit you pull on me? Try it, old man. I'll put you on your ass so fast, your grandkids will feel it. I will fuck you up, old man. Try me! Beating the ass of a so-called legend? That would make my fucking day! I hear you're in the same shitty Hall of Fame in Albany as Donzig! So I guess all the has beens hang out there.
The cane waved slowly, and he sneered.
MXG: You see Watts, that old man? He can't save you! Takaru Matsui is done playing nice with you losers. He is done, doing this good guy who follows the rules shit, he is done waiting in line! And that shit at the Battle Royal? That only helped to remind him of who he is. He was one of the last men standing out of this roster, it was him and Long! And Long? You think the Red Slayer has forgotten your ass? No, fuck that. Your hillbilly ass is on his mind, but first?
He needs to take the British TV title from that pretender. So get ready, Watts because this is going to be some real shit.
Takaru Matsui stepped forward, shaking his head before he took the mic from the smirking Graves. He looks around the hall, fingers brushing back his black hair before he rolls his shoulders. Then a hand lifts, and he waves his fingers before he spoke.
Takaru Matsui: Kalmin Watts. I am coming for that British TV Title, and I am not going to let a rookie like you stand in my way. I told Malcolm you were tough, but he said 'no offense, Matsui. He's from Oklahoma.'
Graves laughed, grinning as he clapped his hands. Matsui snickered, and then his hand waved again with a flick of his fingers.
Takaru Matsui: Watts. I am the Red Slayer reborn, I am the King of Kyoto! And you? You're just some punk kid who has gotten lucky. But now? Your luck is running out, and I am waiting! I will be the King of British TV! And you will be? The man that was destroyed by the Red Slayer.
Matsui shoved the mic back to Graves, and MXG nodded.
MXG: But just in case you or Jordan think one of these WUK kids is going to save you? Or you're going to get lucky? No, kid. You see we are bringing our own insurance policy.
He flicked his fingers, and from off screen stalked the hulking brute in a black suit known as Oni. Oni hissed, his lips drawn back to reveal his fanged mouthpiece as a taped hand lifted with a slow squeeze of those huge fingers as he snarled something. Takaru Matsui chuckled, nodding as he folded his arms over his chest. Graves nodded again, smiling as he lifted his cane to tap against Oni. Then he reached into his jacket, pulling out his shades before he flicked them open. He slid them on, and the three of them walked off as Matsui laughed again.
Malcolm Xavier Graves smirks as he waves his cane, then he tosses and catches it. He leans on it, shaking his head as Takaru Matsui stands behind him with a grin. His arms folded over his chest, and he cocks his head as Graves continues. The cane waved, and he reaches up to loosen his tie.
MXG: You know Watts, I hear a lot about you. I hear about you here, and I hear about you in HKW. But every single time I pay attention to your ass? Well, it seems like someone is saving you. Donzig saved you from the Sheik, or the Great King of Terror would have taken that bit of gold around your waist. And then at St. Patrick's Day Massacre? You walked out of Belfast because Sean Bean had to make that save for Frank. And I know you think you had it? But did you? You and that Old Man? All hype.
Oh, am I supposed to be impressed by your antics with Havok? Please.
Takaru gave a laugh, shaking his head as he absently glanced down the hallway. Graves shook his head, and then he pulled off his shades. He folded them, tucking them inside of his jacket as he gestured towards Matsui with his cane. Then he let it drop again.
MXG: This man behind me is the best kept secret in WUK, this man has been kept down by people like you. People who have everything handed to them, people who are here because they put butts in seats, or they have the right look, or they have it. And Takaru Matsui? Is treated different because why? Because of deadweight like Shimo, because of deadweight like Frank Wormwood. This man is the most under-rated, poorly treated fighter in the entire XHF! And at Dublin? He is going to take all of that frustration, all of that anger, all of it! Out on you, Watts!
He is going to kick your fucking head off, you think you can lock on that little submission of yours after the Red Slayer kicks you in the face again and again and again! You think you will be able to lock it on after you get the Kinshasa? This man is a killer, he is not some rookie fresh from college with some old man whispering in his ear!
Graves paused, and he pointed with a smirk.
MXG: By the way, Role Model, you want to get in my business? You want to try that shit you pull on me? Try it, old man. I'll put you on your ass so fast, your grandkids will feel it. I will fuck you up, old man. Try me! Beating the ass of a so-called legend? That would make my fucking day! I hear you're in the same shitty Hall of Fame in Albany as Donzig! So I guess all the has beens hang out there.
The cane waved slowly, and he sneered.
MXG: You see Watts, that old man? He can't save you! Takaru Matsui is done playing nice with you losers. He is done, doing this good guy who follows the rules shit, he is done waiting in line! And that shit at the Battle Royal? That only helped to remind him of who he is. He was one of the last men standing out of this roster, it was him and Long! And Long? You think the Red Slayer has forgotten your ass? No, fuck that. Your hillbilly ass is on his mind, but first?
He needs to take the British TV title from that pretender. So get ready, Watts because this is going to be some real shit.
Takaru Matsui stepped forward, shaking his head before he took the mic from the smirking Graves. He looks around the hall, fingers brushing back his black hair before he rolls his shoulders. Then a hand lifts, and he waves his fingers before he spoke.
Takaru Matsui: Kalmin Watts. I am coming for that British TV Title, and I am not going to let a rookie like you stand in my way. I told Malcolm you were tough, but he said 'no offense, Matsui. He's from Oklahoma.'
Graves laughed, grinning as he clapped his hands. Matsui snickered, and then his hand waved again with a flick of his fingers.
Takaru Matsui: Watts. I am the Red Slayer reborn, I am the King of Kyoto! And you? You're just some punk kid who has gotten lucky. But now? Your luck is running out, and I am waiting! I will be the King of British TV! And you will be? The man that was destroyed by the Red Slayer.
Matsui shoved the mic back to Graves, and MXG nodded.
MXG: But just in case you or Jordan think one of these WUK kids is going to save you? Or you're going to get lucky? No, kid. You see we are bringing our own insurance policy.
He flicked his fingers, and from off screen stalked the hulking brute in a black suit known as Oni. Oni hissed, his lips drawn back to reveal his fanged mouthpiece as a taped hand lifted with a slow squeeze of those huge fingers as he snarled something. Takaru Matsui chuckled, nodding as he folded his arms over his chest. Graves nodded again, smiling as he lifted his cane to tap against Oni. Then he reached into his jacket, pulling out his shades before he flicked them open. He slid them on, and the three of them walked off as Matsui laughed again.
