Prey of Chaos [RP #1, vs. Kasper]
Feb 15, 2024 16:37:44 GMT -5
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Post by TakaruMatsui on Feb 15, 2024 16:37:44 GMT -5
‘Kasper Van Zant. The woman who beat Eron Hunter. The woman who thumbed her nose at the High Roller’s Club.’
The Voice of Takaru Matsui purred as he slowly turned his chair around to face the camera, he laughed as he leaned back with a shrug. His face half hidden beneath the half black half red leather cowl of his hood. His hair hung before his features, and he flashed a wicked smile before a hand lifted to gesture absently.
‘The woman I will face in Belfast. Now you see, for too long have I waited in the shadows of WUK, too many times have I let what others thought or wanted of me to hold me back. But now as I see you before me? I know what I want, I know what I must do.’
He leaned back again, his fingers lifting to flick back his hair before he continued.
‘You see you are a champion, you are the champion of Wrestle:UK. And to be the champion to become the hunted. To become the standard, the one against whom everyone is judged! If one were to defeat a champion? Ah, that would be interesting wouldn’t it. One would think that would get you a seat at the table.
And to defeat a champion on the eve of the Chamber? You see Kasper, I can’t lose at that can I? If I win? I beat the Champion, if I don’t win? Well, I can be waiting for you on the other side can’t I? And you will be less then, more damaged, more taken apart. All of these challengers taking a little more from you!
If you lose? Well, the new champion will need a challenger and who better than the Red Slayer?’
Matsui leaned back, and his fingers steepled together as leather creaked. His smile visible under his hood, and his eyes twinkled as he tapped those fingers against his chin. He rolled his shoulders, and he purred.
‘You see Kasper? I am the agent of chaos, I hold your fate, the fate of the entire WUK in my hands! The fate of the WUK World Championship is in my hands. And so when you walk into Belfast, know that I will stop at nothing to expose you. To show the world that you are no champion, Kasper. That you are just prey, prey to the Red Slayer, prey to Takaru Matsui! That you are nothing but another victim of chaos.
You think you will escape me? But I am already on your scent, Kasper. Your blood is already in the water, on the wind, and your enemies gather all around you. Some of them even wear the masks of friends, but what you need to worry about? Is the blow you never see coming, Kasper.’
He laughed again, and the chair turned away.
The Voice of Takaru Matsui purred as he slowly turned his chair around to face the camera, he laughed as he leaned back with a shrug. His face half hidden beneath the half black half red leather cowl of his hood. His hair hung before his features, and he flashed a wicked smile before a hand lifted to gesture absently.
‘The woman I will face in Belfast. Now you see, for too long have I waited in the shadows of WUK, too many times have I let what others thought or wanted of me to hold me back. But now as I see you before me? I know what I want, I know what I must do.’
He leaned back again, his fingers lifting to flick back his hair before he continued.
‘You see you are a champion, you are the champion of Wrestle:UK. And to be the champion to become the hunted. To become the standard, the one against whom everyone is judged! If one were to defeat a champion? Ah, that would be interesting wouldn’t it. One would think that would get you a seat at the table.
And to defeat a champion on the eve of the Chamber? You see Kasper, I can’t lose at that can I? If I win? I beat the Champion, if I don’t win? Well, I can be waiting for you on the other side can’t I? And you will be less then, more damaged, more taken apart. All of these challengers taking a little more from you!
If you lose? Well, the new champion will need a challenger and who better than the Red Slayer?’
Matsui leaned back, and his fingers steepled together as leather creaked. His smile visible under his hood, and his eyes twinkled as he tapped those fingers against his chin. He rolled his shoulders, and he purred.
‘You see Kasper? I am the agent of chaos, I hold your fate, the fate of the entire WUK in my hands! The fate of the WUK World Championship is in my hands. And so when you walk into Belfast, know that I will stop at nothing to expose you. To show the world that you are no champion, Kasper. That you are just prey, prey to the Red Slayer, prey to Takaru Matsui! That you are nothing but another victim of chaos.
You think you will escape me? But I am already on your scent, Kasper. Your blood is already in the water, on the wind, and your enemies gather all around you. Some of them even wear the masks of friends, but what you need to worry about? Is the blow you never see coming, Kasper.’
He laughed again, and the chair turned away.
