Post by TakaruMatsui on May 5, 2024 20:42:10 GMT -5
Inside a small studio sits Archie Rude wearing one of his baby blue plaid suits, and leans back in the leather chair as he studies the papers. A thoughtful nod, and he adjusts his bowtie before he looks to the man sitting across from him.
That man in Takaru Matsui who is wearing a red and black silk robe over hs gear, and he leans back insolently. His hair hanging around his face as his fingers tap against the arm of his chair. Then he leans forward, and Rude clears his throat.
‘Matsui, there has been alot of talk about you being the dark horse in this match. That you managed to sneak into this match at Dominion, and you have in fact stolen this spot.’
Matsui stared sullenly, and then leaned back.
‘Stole? Maybe I was tired of being overlooked by Wrestle:UK, maybe I was tired of being pushed aside for lesser people, for lesser wrestlers, for those who lack my talent. Who lack my understanding of wrestling?
I have been shoved aside for these new toys time and time again! I have been a menace to Hunter Eron, to Kalmin Watts, to Goth! I have been praised by the critics, by the press, and yet every time I reach for the ring! It is snatched from me!
No more! No more! At Dominion, I will destroy my opponents and I will pull down the WUK Heavyweight Championship!’
His hand slapped down on the arm of the chair, and his hand lifted to rake back his hair. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head before he stared at Archie. Rude nodded, licking his lips nervously
That was alot of words for the normally short spoken Red Slayer.
‘So this isn’t personal between you and Kasper at this point?’
Matsui sneered.
‘No, this is business. Kasper Van Zant has what I want, Kasper Van Zant walked into this company and managed to weasel her way into stealing what should be mine! What should have always been mine! But no more, I will walk into Dominion and I will carve my own legacy through KVZ! Through Lord Dominicus! Through my old enemy Psychotic Goth!
No one, no one, has as great as legacy to protect as Takaru Matsui! I am a third generation wrestler, my family was a dynasty in Japan, we ruled Kyoto! And yet KVZ acts like she is the only one with a legacy!
And at Dominion, everyone who gets in my way?’
Matsui snarled, his eyes blazing with cold fury as he leaned forward. Spittle flying from his mouth as his hands dug into the arms of the chair. And his hand slapped down on it again as he leaned back with a scowl.
‘Will end the same way, they will end with the Kinshasa! I will be the WUK Champion as the third year dawns on it! I will stand supreme and alone with that gold held high! And all of you, all of the WUK will bow down before the Red Slayer!’
Rude swallowed, and he nodded before he looked at the papers.
‘And so if you win you are not worried about those waiting in the wings? Crane or Kalmin Watts? Or even the return of your old rival Hunter?’
Matsui stared, and gave an evil chuckle.
‘No. I am not worried at all, because none of those people are ready for what I will do to them. I am going to prove at Dominion that I am the son of my father, that I am the true heir of the Takaru legacy! That the dynasty of the Kings of Kyoto is still strong!
I am will show the entire world that I am the Rising Son! And I will be the WUK World Heavyweight Champion! I will be the last man not standing! Not KVZ, not Lord Dominicus, and not Psychotic Goth!
All of these people will be shown as pale shadows before the glory of the Red Slayer! At Dominion, all of WUK is walking into a nightmare! A nightmare of my design! I will show all of the WUK that they are no match for the Red Slayer!
I will defeat three of the biggest names in XHF today at one stroke, and never again! NEVER! Will I be overlooked again!’
Matsui rose, tearing off his microphone before he flung it aside, And then he turned on his heel, heading for the door. Rude stared after him, shaking his head as he tossed aside his notes. And he started to rise.
‘I guess that is a—’
A blur of red and black caught him, and he went flying backwards across the chair which toppled. The camera crew panicked, and two crewmen ran over to Rude who was laying in heap. Matsui stared down at him, laughing before he turned to stare at the camera with a slash of his fingers.
‘That quickly.’
And he walked off again, ignoring the yells of the crew.
That man in Takaru Matsui who is wearing a red and black silk robe over hs gear, and he leans back insolently. His hair hanging around his face as his fingers tap against the arm of his chair. Then he leans forward, and Rude clears his throat.
‘Matsui, there has been alot of talk about you being the dark horse in this match. That you managed to sneak into this match at Dominion, and you have in fact stolen this spot.’
Matsui stared sullenly, and then leaned back.
‘Stole? Maybe I was tired of being overlooked by Wrestle:UK, maybe I was tired of being pushed aside for lesser people, for lesser wrestlers, for those who lack my talent. Who lack my understanding of wrestling?
I have been shoved aside for these new toys time and time again! I have been a menace to Hunter Eron, to Kalmin Watts, to Goth! I have been praised by the critics, by the press, and yet every time I reach for the ring! It is snatched from me!
No more! No more! At Dominion, I will destroy my opponents and I will pull down the WUK Heavyweight Championship!’
His hand slapped down on the arm of the chair, and his hand lifted to rake back his hair. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head before he stared at Archie. Rude nodded, licking his lips nervously
That was alot of words for the normally short spoken Red Slayer.
‘So this isn’t personal between you and Kasper at this point?’
Matsui sneered.
‘No, this is business. Kasper Van Zant has what I want, Kasper Van Zant walked into this company and managed to weasel her way into stealing what should be mine! What should have always been mine! But no more, I will walk into Dominion and I will carve my own legacy through KVZ! Through Lord Dominicus! Through my old enemy Psychotic Goth!
No one, no one, has as great as legacy to protect as Takaru Matsui! I am a third generation wrestler, my family was a dynasty in Japan, we ruled Kyoto! And yet KVZ acts like she is the only one with a legacy!
And at Dominion, everyone who gets in my way?’
Matsui snarled, his eyes blazing with cold fury as he leaned forward. Spittle flying from his mouth as his hands dug into the arms of the chair. And his hand slapped down on it again as he leaned back with a scowl.
‘Will end the same way, they will end with the Kinshasa! I will be the WUK Champion as the third year dawns on it! I will stand supreme and alone with that gold held high! And all of you, all of the WUK will bow down before the Red Slayer!’
Rude swallowed, and he nodded before he looked at the papers.
‘And so if you win you are not worried about those waiting in the wings? Crane or Kalmin Watts? Or even the return of your old rival Hunter?’
Matsui stared, and gave an evil chuckle.
‘No. I am not worried at all, because none of those people are ready for what I will do to them. I am going to prove at Dominion that I am the son of my father, that I am the true heir of the Takaru legacy! That the dynasty of the Kings of Kyoto is still strong!
I am will show the entire world that I am the Rising Son! And I will be the WUK World Heavyweight Champion! I will be the last man not standing! Not KVZ, not Lord Dominicus, and not Psychotic Goth!
All of these people will be shown as pale shadows before the glory of the Red Slayer! At Dominion, all of WUK is walking into a nightmare! A nightmare of my design! I will show all of the WUK that they are no match for the Red Slayer!
I will defeat three of the biggest names in XHF today at one stroke, and never again! NEVER! Will I be overlooked again!’
Matsui rose, tearing off his microphone before he flung it aside, And then he turned on his heel, heading for the door. Rude stared after him, shaking his head as he tossed aside his notes. And he started to rise.
‘I guess that is a—’
A blur of red and black caught him, and he went flying backwards across the chair which toppled. The camera crew panicked, and two crewmen ran over to Rude who was laying in heap. Matsui stared down at him, laughing before he turned to stare at the camera with a slash of his fingers.
‘That quickly.’
And he walked off again, ignoring the yells of the crew.
