Post by TakaruMatsui on May 11, 2023 23:44:23 GMT -5
MXG: Eight men, you see somehow Kalmin Watts has managed to dodge the wrath of the Red Slayer. Somehow, by some trick Anthony Jordan somehow got his client out of a match that likely would have spelled the end of his title reign! And that means that Watts has also managed to escape the next WUK British TV Champion!
Graves frowned at the camera, shaking his head as he absently lifted a hand to smooth his lapels. Standing just behind him was the one and only Oni, the big man glaring at the camera as he nodded along with his words. Close by stood Takaru Matsui, his arms folded over his chest as he watched with half closed eyes. An amused smirk on his lips, and Graves tapped his cane as he continued.
MXG: I don’t blame Watts or AJ for being worried, I mean after all? In a match of this size, in a match against these people? It only would take one minute, a second for the Red Slayer to take out anyone of them. Any one of them, and that would include Watts! Because Takaru Matsui is one of the most dangerous men in WUK, he is one of the most dangerous men on the entire XHF Netwiork! And so frankly, with all due respect? You can’t blame Anthony trying to save Watts.
So before I address the other seven victims in this match, and the so called champion of the Commonwealth? Allow me to issue this challenge:
Watts, find a partner because Neon Bushido is calling you out.
Oni grinned, the curl of his lips revealing the fangs printed on his mouth guard as he hissed. Takaru said nothing, flicking back his black hair as Graves lifted a hand to tug off his shades. And he pushed them inside of his jacket, and he smirked.
MXG: So what do we have Otto Ritter? The German Aerialist? Ace Sky? The American Aerialist? Come on. Is this a joke? You think these two high flyers have what it takes to step up to the Red Slayer? Do you think these guys can go toe to toe with one of the best strikers in the world? You’re playing right? This is a game right?
Ritter. Sky. Don’t even try it, don’t even think about it. Takaru Matsui? He will kick your head off, You’re going to end up hurt, man. This man will take you out of the sky so fast you will think you will be hit by lightning!
MXG laughed, and Takaru nodded as his mouthpiece continued with a shrug.
MXG: Who’s next? Jakie? Is Armand’s one eyed henchmen even going to show up? Does he even work here?
Takaru gave a laugh at that, chuckling as he shook his head. Oni smirked as well, shrugging as Graves looked around absently. Then he waved his cane, before he tapped it against the floor once more.
MXG: Whatever, if Jakie shows up? My man will have no problem in kicking his teeth down his throat, the Red Slayer will send him back to Armand in pieces. He is going to hit this man so hard, that what is left of his family will feel it! You get me?
Jakie, listen just stay home.
Graves shrugged, and he looked to Oni.
MXG: Who’s next?
Oni rumbled something, gesturing wildly before Graves nodded.
MXG: Oh, Vlad. Vlad Vladislov. The baddest rookie in WUK, the Russian Beast! The slayer of jobbers. Listen Vlad, you and your little russian doll there? That’s shit’s okay, but you see you are in the big leagues now. You are walking into a match with the Red Slayer, the King of Kyoto, so you can try your luck. But when you end up being embarrassed at Dominion? You can’t say I didn’t warn you.
Besides, my man has his own monster in his corner.
The cane moved to lightly thump against the broad chest of Oni, who nodded with a snarl. And Graves smiled before he absently waved the cane before he spoke again.
MXG: GPT. Grant Phillip Taylor. The new guy, the man unseen.
You walk in here, and you run your mouth don’t you. But you see what you really did? Was disrespect the King of Kyoto! What you did was not acknowledge Takaru Matsui! You think you can get away with that? You think my client is willing to take that kind of disrespect, man? No. You see Matsui is a killer, and you? You insulted him. At Dominion? Time’s up, it’s already up!
Matsui frowned, nodding in agreement as Graves paced back and forth. Then he stopped, absently undoing a button on his jacket before he gestured with the cane.
MXG: And that brings me to Ripper, not Jack, not the Ripper. Just Ripper.
So this guy walks into Wrestle: UK, and he starts telling us how scary he is! How he is the scary man? You know who’s scary, Ripper? We are. This is the Red Slayer, and he is not scared of you. So you can sit over there in your chair with your lamp, and talk spooky all night! Because facts are? At Dominion despite all this talk? You’re going to be just another victim!
You see Ripper, this fight belongs to Takaru Matsui! This is his fight to win, the rest of you? You got nothing!
Graves smirked, snapping his fingers.
MXG: And I almost forgot, the Woke One. One of Crane’s little crew out here trying to prove how bad the High Roller’s Club are. Yeah, we get it. You’re out here so you can your shot at another Bastard. So you can try and take down Frank Windsor because the Crane Boys are just so hard.
Listen, we don’t care about the Bastards. And we sure don’t care about you or your dopey brother, or how the High Rollers do this or that. The High Rollers are just the cheap WUK knock off of the Anointed. Like seriously, how many of you people are there?
Oni smirked, hissing or was it laughter? Takaru chuckled, a hand lifting to rake back his hair as MXG rolled his eyes. Then he leaned on the cane before he shook his head as he loosened his tie.
MXG: Listen, Rage, I get it. You’re okay, but you should stick to tag teams where you’re safe. You need your brother to hide behind, because this man? He’s an assassin, and what he wants is WUK gold. And you? You’re in his way.
You have a lot riding on this, you have a tag team title match coming! You want to risk all of that by facing off with the Red Slayer? That’s cool, not what I would do. Besides if another tag team goes down in flames when you get your head kicked off? Neon Bushido would love to step up, kid.
So please, show up.
Graves waved a hand, and then he paused.
MXG: That brings me to the ‘champ’ of whatever, the so called Bad Man.
Takaru did laugh this time, shaking his head with a wide smile before he motioned for Graves to continue.
MXG: Frank Windsor. Now I know that the whole schtick of the Bastards is that they don’t care, that they just don’t give a shit because they are that good. But here’s the thing? I don’t buy it. Because clearly, you do care or the three of you wouldn’t pull so much shit to stay on top. And thats fine.
Graves shrugged, and he slapped his cane into his palm.
MXG: But let’s be clear, if Takaru Matsui wins? You aren’t keeping that Commonwealth Title, or that pretend one you love so much. You think you’re a bad man? You have no idea what that means, because these men with me? They are real bad men.
And if you think your crew is going to save you? No, not this time. Because the Bastards don’t want any business with the Golden Horde. You have enough problems with the other groups lurking around WUK, you aren’t even ready for us.
So polish up that title, Frank. Because it is coming home to Kyoto!
Takaru stepped forward, and he nodded as he stepped between his comrades. A hand lifted to brush back his black hair, shaking his head before he leaned forward to speak.
Takaru: At Dominion, there will be eight men in that ring. But I only need to defeat one of you, I only need to wait until one of you is at your weakest! And then?
His hands clapped together, and he laughed.
Takaru: Kinshasa.
The three walked off down the hall, laughing as the camera cut to black.
Graves frowned at the camera, shaking his head as he absently lifted a hand to smooth his lapels. Standing just behind him was the one and only Oni, the big man glaring at the camera as he nodded along with his words. Close by stood Takaru Matsui, his arms folded over his chest as he watched with half closed eyes. An amused smirk on his lips, and Graves tapped his cane as he continued.
MXG: I don’t blame Watts or AJ for being worried, I mean after all? In a match of this size, in a match against these people? It only would take one minute, a second for the Red Slayer to take out anyone of them. Any one of them, and that would include Watts! Because Takaru Matsui is one of the most dangerous men in WUK, he is one of the most dangerous men on the entire XHF Netwiork! And so frankly, with all due respect? You can’t blame Anthony trying to save Watts.
So before I address the other seven victims in this match, and the so called champion of the Commonwealth? Allow me to issue this challenge:
Watts, find a partner because Neon Bushido is calling you out.
Oni grinned, the curl of his lips revealing the fangs printed on his mouth guard as he hissed. Takaru said nothing, flicking back his black hair as Graves lifted a hand to tug off his shades. And he pushed them inside of his jacket, and he smirked.
MXG: So what do we have Otto Ritter? The German Aerialist? Ace Sky? The American Aerialist? Come on. Is this a joke? You think these two high flyers have what it takes to step up to the Red Slayer? Do you think these guys can go toe to toe with one of the best strikers in the world? You’re playing right? This is a game right?
Ritter. Sky. Don’t even try it, don’t even think about it. Takaru Matsui? He will kick your head off, You’re going to end up hurt, man. This man will take you out of the sky so fast you will think you will be hit by lightning!
MXG laughed, and Takaru nodded as his mouthpiece continued with a shrug.
MXG: Who’s next? Jakie? Is Armand’s one eyed henchmen even going to show up? Does he even work here?
Takaru gave a laugh at that, chuckling as he shook his head. Oni smirked as well, shrugging as Graves looked around absently. Then he waved his cane, before he tapped it against the floor once more.
MXG: Whatever, if Jakie shows up? My man will have no problem in kicking his teeth down his throat, the Red Slayer will send him back to Armand in pieces. He is going to hit this man so hard, that what is left of his family will feel it! You get me?
Jakie, listen just stay home.
Graves shrugged, and he looked to Oni.
MXG: Who’s next?
Oni rumbled something, gesturing wildly before Graves nodded.
MXG: Oh, Vlad. Vlad Vladislov. The baddest rookie in WUK, the Russian Beast! The slayer of jobbers. Listen Vlad, you and your little russian doll there? That’s shit’s okay, but you see you are in the big leagues now. You are walking into a match with the Red Slayer, the King of Kyoto, so you can try your luck. But when you end up being embarrassed at Dominion? You can’t say I didn’t warn you.
Besides, my man has his own monster in his corner.
The cane moved to lightly thump against the broad chest of Oni, who nodded with a snarl. And Graves smiled before he absently waved the cane before he spoke again.
MXG: GPT. Grant Phillip Taylor. The new guy, the man unseen.
You walk in here, and you run your mouth don’t you. But you see what you really did? Was disrespect the King of Kyoto! What you did was not acknowledge Takaru Matsui! You think you can get away with that? You think my client is willing to take that kind of disrespect, man? No. You see Matsui is a killer, and you? You insulted him. At Dominion? Time’s up, it’s already up!
Matsui frowned, nodding in agreement as Graves paced back and forth. Then he stopped, absently undoing a button on his jacket before he gestured with the cane.
MXG: And that brings me to Ripper, not Jack, not the Ripper. Just Ripper.
So this guy walks into Wrestle: UK, and he starts telling us how scary he is! How he is the scary man? You know who’s scary, Ripper? We are. This is the Red Slayer, and he is not scared of you. So you can sit over there in your chair with your lamp, and talk spooky all night! Because facts are? At Dominion despite all this talk? You’re going to be just another victim!
You see Ripper, this fight belongs to Takaru Matsui! This is his fight to win, the rest of you? You got nothing!
Graves smirked, snapping his fingers.
MXG: And I almost forgot, the Woke One. One of Crane’s little crew out here trying to prove how bad the High Roller’s Club are. Yeah, we get it. You’re out here so you can your shot at another Bastard. So you can try and take down Frank Windsor because the Crane Boys are just so hard.
Listen, we don’t care about the Bastards. And we sure don’t care about you or your dopey brother, or how the High Rollers do this or that. The High Rollers are just the cheap WUK knock off of the Anointed. Like seriously, how many of you people are there?
Oni smirked, hissing or was it laughter? Takaru chuckled, a hand lifting to rake back his hair as MXG rolled his eyes. Then he leaned on the cane before he shook his head as he loosened his tie.
MXG: Listen, Rage, I get it. You’re okay, but you should stick to tag teams where you’re safe. You need your brother to hide behind, because this man? He’s an assassin, and what he wants is WUK gold. And you? You’re in his way.
You have a lot riding on this, you have a tag team title match coming! You want to risk all of that by facing off with the Red Slayer? That’s cool, not what I would do. Besides if another tag team goes down in flames when you get your head kicked off? Neon Bushido would love to step up, kid.
So please, show up.
Graves waved a hand, and then he paused.
MXG: That brings me to the ‘champ’ of whatever, the so called Bad Man.
Takaru did laugh this time, shaking his head with a wide smile before he motioned for Graves to continue.
MXG: Frank Windsor. Now I know that the whole schtick of the Bastards is that they don’t care, that they just don’t give a shit because they are that good. But here’s the thing? I don’t buy it. Because clearly, you do care or the three of you wouldn’t pull so much shit to stay on top. And thats fine.
Graves shrugged, and he slapped his cane into his palm.
MXG: But let’s be clear, if Takaru Matsui wins? You aren’t keeping that Commonwealth Title, or that pretend one you love so much. You think you’re a bad man? You have no idea what that means, because these men with me? They are real bad men.
And if you think your crew is going to save you? No, not this time. Because the Bastards don’t want any business with the Golden Horde. You have enough problems with the other groups lurking around WUK, you aren’t even ready for us.
So polish up that title, Frank. Because it is coming home to Kyoto!
Takaru stepped forward, and he nodded as he stepped between his comrades. A hand lifted to brush back his black hair, shaking his head before he leaned forward to speak.
Takaru: At Dominion, there will be eight men in that ring. But I only need to defeat one of you, I only need to wait until one of you is at your weakest! And then?
His hands clapped together, and he laughed.
Takaru: Kinshasa.
The three walked off down the hall, laughing as the camera cut to black.
