Post by TakaruMatsui on Mar 29, 2023 20:59:27 GMT -5
Staff: Sir this is a private gym.
The man said, waving his arms in front of the advancing Malcolm Xavier Graves. He pauses, head tilting before he lifted his cane. He gestured slightly with it, and the hulking Oni pushed past him to nudge the man aside with a snarl. The man stammered, pressing against the wall as another gym employee grabbed for the phone.
Graves pointed with his cane.
MXG: I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Oni is in a bad mood.
The guy stepped back, lifting his hands as the Man from the Shadow Realm stared at him. Takaru Matsui swept in behind them, smirking as he tossed back his black hair as he looked around the gym before he gave a shrug. He walked past the pair, absently inspecting one of the machines as Graves reached up to remove his shades.
MXG: Kalmin Watts, we talk too much? Is that it? Man, I am trying to warn you and Anthony of what’s about to go down at Legacy. And what is going down at Legacy? Is your fucking head is going to be kicked off, kid. Those are facts.
Watts, this isn’t about being tough. We are killers, my man.
Takaru shrugs, and then he stares at the machine before he motions to Oni. The pair of them push at it, lifting it slowly upwards before it crashes to the floor. Weight plates smashing against the ground and rolling, the cables twisted and tangled together. The staff yells, but Matsui gives him a flat stare before they move to the next machine.
MXG: Here we are putting in the work at your holy place, Watts. You see Neon Bushido? We may not be the High Roller’s Club, and we may not be the Bastards!
And we sure as fuck not those psychopaths in the Von Krauss Crew! But what we are? Are the guys who are not taking shit off of you and that Old Man! You get that? Your gym? Fuck your gym.
One of the employees tried to move to stop Matsui and Oni as they were kicking and stomping at another machine, ripping pieces from it. Graves rolled his eyes, and his cane snapped out to thump against the man’s chest to drop him to the floor. He planted the end of the cane against the man’s chest, and he shrugged.
MXG: I wouldn’t get in their way if I was you. This is about sending a message to Watts, and you don’t want to be a part of that message.
A mirror shattered as Oni flung a weight into it, the heavy bar shattering the glass and knocking holes in the plaster before it thumped against the ground. It rolled across the floor, and Oni shrugged as he handed another piece of a bar to Matsui.
Matsui walked over to the treadmills, and then he started to hammer the bar down on the control panels of the bikes. Broken plastic, glass, and bits of electronics flew through the air. A few even sparked before he walked over to leer at the camera.
Matsui: Kalmin Watts! You think you are better than the Red Slayer? You think you can defeat Takaru Matsui? At Legacy, I will leave you broken inside the ring! I will break you like I have broken these sad little machines you think have trained you!
I will be British TV Champion! I will walk into Dominion with your title around my waist! You are a pretender! And all of this, all of this training? It will not make you ready for me!
Takaru stalked off, and he cracked a hard kick into another machine’s panel. It went flying across the room, wires dangling from it before he jerked his head at it. Oni charged over to jam his shoulder into it, that blow followed by another and the steel started to buckle. Takaru laughed, and they headed for another.
Graves watched them with a faint smirk, tapping his cane against the floor as he lifted his chin.
MXG: See that Watts? We are done talking. And at Legacy? The Red Slayer will be stepping into the light, kid. And he is going to leave you just as broken as your holy place. I hope you find another place to chase the Dream, Watts. Because this one?
Graves laughed, shrugging as he looked around.
MXG: Ain’t no one training here for a bit, man.
Matsui walks across the floor, kicking aside some of the wreckage before he smirks at the camera. A shrug, and he shakes back his hair before he speaks once more. Oni sweeping papers and supplements from the counter as he roars at the staff in Japanese. Graves steps back, holding up his cane to try to control the big man.
Matsui: Watts! I wouldn’t worry about Frank Windsor either. Because when I am done with you at Legacy? There will be nothing left of you!
I have sacked your holy place, Watts! I have destroyed it! I have laid waste to what you claim to value! And at Legacy? I will finish the job! I will take what is mine, and I will leave you broken!
The man said, waving his arms in front of the advancing Malcolm Xavier Graves. He pauses, head tilting before he lifted his cane. He gestured slightly with it, and the hulking Oni pushed past him to nudge the man aside with a snarl. The man stammered, pressing against the wall as another gym employee grabbed for the phone.
Graves pointed with his cane.
MXG: I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Oni is in a bad mood.
The guy stepped back, lifting his hands as the Man from the Shadow Realm stared at him. Takaru Matsui swept in behind them, smirking as he tossed back his black hair as he looked around the gym before he gave a shrug. He walked past the pair, absently inspecting one of the machines as Graves reached up to remove his shades.
MXG: Kalmin Watts, we talk too much? Is that it? Man, I am trying to warn you and Anthony of what’s about to go down at Legacy. And what is going down at Legacy? Is your fucking head is going to be kicked off, kid. Those are facts.
Watts, this isn’t about being tough. We are killers, my man.
Takaru shrugs, and then he stares at the machine before he motions to Oni. The pair of them push at it, lifting it slowly upwards before it crashes to the floor. Weight plates smashing against the ground and rolling, the cables twisted and tangled together. The staff yells, but Matsui gives him a flat stare before they move to the next machine.
MXG: Here we are putting in the work at your holy place, Watts. You see Neon Bushido? We may not be the High Roller’s Club, and we may not be the Bastards!
And we sure as fuck not those psychopaths in the Von Krauss Crew! But what we are? Are the guys who are not taking shit off of you and that Old Man! You get that? Your gym? Fuck your gym.
One of the employees tried to move to stop Matsui and Oni as they were kicking and stomping at another machine, ripping pieces from it. Graves rolled his eyes, and his cane snapped out to thump against the man’s chest to drop him to the floor. He planted the end of the cane against the man’s chest, and he shrugged.
MXG: I wouldn’t get in their way if I was you. This is about sending a message to Watts, and you don’t want to be a part of that message.
A mirror shattered as Oni flung a weight into it, the heavy bar shattering the glass and knocking holes in the plaster before it thumped against the ground. It rolled across the floor, and Oni shrugged as he handed another piece of a bar to Matsui.
Matsui walked over to the treadmills, and then he started to hammer the bar down on the control panels of the bikes. Broken plastic, glass, and bits of electronics flew through the air. A few even sparked before he walked over to leer at the camera.
Matsui: Kalmin Watts! You think you are better than the Red Slayer? You think you can defeat Takaru Matsui? At Legacy, I will leave you broken inside the ring! I will break you like I have broken these sad little machines you think have trained you!
I will be British TV Champion! I will walk into Dominion with your title around my waist! You are a pretender! And all of this, all of this training? It will not make you ready for me!
Takaru stalked off, and he cracked a hard kick into another machine’s panel. It went flying across the room, wires dangling from it before he jerked his head at it. Oni charged over to jam his shoulder into it, that blow followed by another and the steel started to buckle. Takaru laughed, and they headed for another.
Graves watched them with a faint smirk, tapping his cane against the floor as he lifted his chin.
MXG: See that Watts? We are done talking. And at Legacy? The Red Slayer will be stepping into the light, kid. And he is going to leave you just as broken as your holy place. I hope you find another place to chase the Dream, Watts. Because this one?
Graves laughed, shrugging as he looked around.
MXG: Ain’t no one training here for a bit, man.
Matsui walks across the floor, kicking aside some of the wreckage before he smirks at the camera. A shrug, and he shakes back his hair before he speaks once more. Oni sweeping papers and supplements from the counter as he roars at the staff in Japanese. Graves steps back, holding up his cane to try to control the big man.
Matsui: Watts! I wouldn’t worry about Frank Windsor either. Because when I am done with you at Legacy? There will be nothing left of you!
I have sacked your holy place, Watts! I have destroyed it! I have laid waste to what you claim to value! And at Legacy? I will finish the job! I will take what is mine, and I will leave you broken!
