Post by TakaruMatsui on Aug 22, 2023 13:04:46 GMT -5
‘Epcot Mafia.’
The voice mocked, accented before Takaru Matsui leaned forward. He shook his dark hair back from his face, and he shrugged as he glanced to the broad figure standing just behind him. A huge hand heavily taped landed on his shoulder, and the monstrous Oni glared at the camera. His lips drew back to expose his fanged mouthguard, and Matsui smirked.
‘You two walked into Wrestle:UK, and you had our spot in the Revolution Tournament handed to you. You did nothing to earn it, you were just given what was ours! Because Frank Wormwood is still upset that I got rid of him.’
Matsui rubbed his hands together, nodding before he leaned back again. He waved a hand, snorting.
‘Through the door waltz the two of you, the luchador in the silly mask, and his partner the shill! You come in here, and you make a mockery of the WUK Tag Team Championships! With your little comedy routines, and your bits!’
Takaru shook his head, clearly disapproving. Oni growled, and he slammed a fist into his palm as he ground those thick fingers into it. Takaru watched him, looking away before he shrugged.
‘But we will make you pay for your little jokes, we will make you choke on that laughter! We will turn your laughter, and the laughter of all these fans to tears! And they will watch as we tear you to pieces?’
He slid to his feet, and he waved a hand as he walked back and forth.
‘You see the two of you lack discipline, you’re not a team, you’re barely friends! And once we get you inside of that ring? Neon Bushido will slowly expose those weaknesses, we will show the world that Epcot Mafia is no match for a real tag team! And then we have humiliated you enough? After we have punished you enough for your bad jokes and bits, eh? We will finish it.’
Oni nodded, growling softly as he slams that taped fist against his broad chest. Matsui smiled, and he sat back down with a shrug before he leaned forward. His elbows on his knees, and he shrugged.
‘You see this is no game, this is no joke. We want those tag team titles, and we will have them! Do you think I will fall for your tricks, Florida Man? That your little antics will distract me from my purpose? I am going to kick that stupid mask off of your face! And then I will feed the pieces to Oni!’
Oni snarled.
‘And as for you Disney’s Marty Donovan? Your career is one joke you tell that I think is funny. Let’s see how many jokes you tell after I break your jaw, eh? How many jokes you have after you watch me and Oni tear your ‘friend’ apart, and then deal with you!’
Matsui laughed, and then he shook his head before he shoved the camera man from the room.
The voice mocked, accented before Takaru Matsui leaned forward. He shook his dark hair back from his face, and he shrugged as he glanced to the broad figure standing just behind him. A huge hand heavily taped landed on his shoulder, and the monstrous Oni glared at the camera. His lips drew back to expose his fanged mouthguard, and Matsui smirked.
‘You two walked into Wrestle:UK, and you had our spot in the Revolution Tournament handed to you. You did nothing to earn it, you were just given what was ours! Because Frank Wormwood is still upset that I got rid of him.’
Matsui rubbed his hands together, nodding before he leaned back again. He waved a hand, snorting.
‘Through the door waltz the two of you, the luchador in the silly mask, and his partner the shill! You come in here, and you make a mockery of the WUK Tag Team Championships! With your little comedy routines, and your bits!’
Takaru shook his head, clearly disapproving. Oni growled, and he slammed a fist into his palm as he ground those thick fingers into it. Takaru watched him, looking away before he shrugged.
‘But we will make you pay for your little jokes, we will make you choke on that laughter! We will turn your laughter, and the laughter of all these fans to tears! And they will watch as we tear you to pieces?’
He slid to his feet, and he waved a hand as he walked back and forth.
‘You see the two of you lack discipline, you’re not a team, you’re barely friends! And once we get you inside of that ring? Neon Bushido will slowly expose those weaknesses, we will show the world that Epcot Mafia is no match for a real tag team! And then we have humiliated you enough? After we have punished you enough for your bad jokes and bits, eh? We will finish it.’
Oni nodded, growling softly as he slams that taped fist against his broad chest. Matsui smiled, and he sat back down with a shrug before he leaned forward. His elbows on his knees, and he shrugged.
‘You see this is no game, this is no joke. We want those tag team titles, and we will have them! Do you think I will fall for your tricks, Florida Man? That your little antics will distract me from my purpose? I am going to kick that stupid mask off of your face! And then I will feed the pieces to Oni!’
Oni snarled.
‘And as for you Disney’s Marty Donovan? Your career is one joke you tell that I think is funny. Let’s see how many jokes you tell after I break your jaw, eh? How many jokes you have after you watch me and Oni tear your ‘friend’ apart, and then deal with you!’
Matsui laughed, and then he shook his head before he shoved the camera man from the room.
