Justification (Supremacy RP #4)
Jan 26, 2019 1:37:44 GMT -5
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Post by Raiden Ishimori on Jan 26, 2019 1:37:44 GMT -5
Date: January 22, 2019
Location: Yodogawa-ku, Osaka, Japan
{It had been a while since Raiden had woken as early in the morning as he did today. Doing so somewhat triggered the memories of when he used to work as an average salaryman back in the city. Waking up in the early hours of the morning, catching the train to go to his work, and then ride it back home after being cooped up in the office for eight hours or so. Today though was something he thought he’d never have to do again since New Year’s four years ago but here he was at Shin-Osaka Station waiting for the next Tokaido Shinkansen line train to arrive as it was listed on some of the electric boards displaying arrival times for the next few trains that were inbound while he leaned up against the wall, away from the crowd.. Next to his right leg sat a metallic briefcase of sorts that looked as plain as the look on wrestler’s face as he tinkered on his phone, earbuds in his ears. A train is heard zooming in from the left side of the platform, soon enough coming to a halt but Raiden ignores it upon seeing it isn’t the line he’s looking for. The train departs and Raiden is left to his own devices as his wait continues.}
Voice: “Yo, Raiden!”
{Internally and externally, Raiden cringed at the familiarity of the voice. The man who had been nothing but a pure annoyance since October: Jin. Raiden chose to ignore the sound of Jin calling him out but the Yakuza man soon steps into the frame, waving his hand about in front of Bone Cold’s face to get his attention.}
Jin: “Yo, Raiden! Yo!”
Raiden (looking at his phone): “....”
{Jin shakes his head at the man before pulling one of the earbuds out. Raiden lets out a sigh at the motion and glances up from his phone with an annoyed look.}
Jin: “Hey, so it is you! I figured it was giving the hair and what not.”
Raiden (flatly): “Spare me the flattery.”
Jin: “Aw, come on. I’m not even allowed to say salutations?”
Raiden: “I know you didn’t come here for friendly conversation, Jin. I know your antics since you and Takuma harrassed me back in October. I’m not playing with this bullshit.”
Jin (sighing): “Still haven’t changed. Always Mr. Serious who doesn’t know the meaning of fun.”
{Jin comically leans back, shrugging his shoulders at Raiden who only shakes his head in response, going back to his phone.}
Jin: “Honestly man, you need to let go a little. Like, who cares if someone dies, y’know? It’s all part of life and shit. Besides, if it’s someone old at least there’s some baggage off your shoulders and now you’re able to breathe a little more.”
Raiden: “....”
Jin: “Or there’s that one annoying friend that you just can’t stand. Nothing but a party kinda guy and he always drags you into his shenanigans that you can barely keep up with. He tires you out, makes you not want to wake up for work the next morning, hell, even runs your pockets dry cause he constantly tells you he doesn’t got the dough to afford jack-diddly-squat. He passes, then you’re able to rest easier and actually keep money in your wallet.”
{Raiden slightly tenses up as Jin keeps talking but with a deep breath followed by a long exhale, he falls back into a relaxed stance.}
Jin: “Then, of course, there’s that one friend that always gets into trouble no matter how many times they’re told to stop but they keep persisting and persisting with their antics so much that others around them get annoyed by it. Like if I were the friend getting annoyed, I wouldn’t mind the guy dropping dead so it would just be a monkey off my back that I don’t gotta worry about anymore. You know, kinda like--”
{Before Jin can finish his statement, a fist hurtles through the air, slamming into his cheek and sending the man flying backward with a solid thud. Some of the passersby speed up their pace in order to avoid the trouble while some only turn and stare in awkward silence.}
Jin (rubbing his cheek): “Damn Raiden, you’ve gotten stronger last time we fought.”
Raiden (seething): “...Bastard.”
Jin: “Still could use some improvement but hey, at least you’re getting there.”
{He pulls himself up from the ground, dusting his suit jacket off before straightening it out a bit.}
Jin: “Well since you got your free shot in, what are you doing here at the station? Was expecting to run into you and Takuma back in the city.”
Raiden (frustratingly): “What’s it to you?”
Jin: “Well, gotta make sure you’re heeding the bossman’s warning after the little chat you had with him the other night. Y’know, no throwing your shit around with the other monkeys.”
{Raiden rolls his eyes at the statement while Jin laughs at the motion.}
Raiden: “So more or less you only came to find me just so you can harass me some more. Is that what I’m sensing from this?”
Jin (shrugging): “Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?”
Raiden (muttering): “Fuckin’ hell…”
Jin: “So, you gonna tell me where you’re headed?”
Raiden: “A place away from here.”
Jin: “Like a leisure trip?”
Raiden: “One could see it that way.”
Jin: “What for?”
Raiden (irate): “Are you only good at asking questions now?”
{Jin shakes his head again with another laugh.}
Jin: “I’m just doing what Satoshi told me to do and that was find you and ensure you’re obeying. If I had to judge, I’d say you’re doing an okay job of heeding him so far.”
Raiden: “Whatever.”
{Before Jin can get another word in, a train screeches into the station, slowly coming to a halt before those standing on the platform. Raiden’s eyes flick over to it and upon realizing that it’s the line he’s been waiting for, he grabs his suitcase from the ground and pushes past Jin, making a beeline for the train.}
Jin: “Hey! When are we supposed to expect you back?”
Raiden: “Whenever I feel like returning. Now piss off.”
{Blending into the crowd, Raiden disappears onto the train, leaving Jin to nearly get swamped by the people rushing from the sides before managing to wriggle his way free of the crowd before the train pulls out of the station, leaving the Akawagwa Family member by himself to watch as Raiden started his journey out of the prefecture.}
{The scene transitions over to Tokyo Station in Chiyoda City, the terminal just as full as the one back in Yodogawa-ku as people constantly brush past one another going to and from the trains that have arrived only to depart merely seconds later. Amidst the vast sea of people, Raiden squirms his way out of the surging wave of people he was cramped in with on the train. Meandering through the horde of people jamming the pathways, he soon reaches the outside of the terminal, looking out into the nighttime atmosphere of Chiyoda City. With a sigh, he walks over to a nearby bench, drawing out a cigarette from his suit pocket and sparking it up as he sits down.}
Raiden: “Fuck me this fire’s fading out fast…”
{He takes a long drag, billowing out a quick stream of smoke.}
Raiden: “This whole Yakuza shit, wrestling in the XHF, constant traveling...my life’s getting sucked out of me and I’m not even age fucking thirty yet. I’m gonna have grey hair by age forty at this rate and soon enough in comes arthritis to accompany it. All these risks for what justifiable cause? I started wrestling in order to get my mind off things and try to put my past behind but it’s still clinging on like a needy girlfriend that for the life of me I can’t shake off my damn leg. It’s comparable to my fruitless attempts at grasping that brass ring Bobby mentioned when it comes to the X*Crown. Am I really falling short of the bar? No...it can’t be. Just because some lame ass British brat who’s got some rich North Carolina hick in his corner to back his claims don’t jack shit. I’ve heard it way too many this times to even be annoyed and now it’s just become something incessant that people quietly ramble about behind my back. I know all you bastards are thinking it when you look at me. ‘Why hasn’t Raiden been able to win gold? Oh well maybe if he wasn’t in so many multi-man matches…’ Shut up for once, sit down and let me explain some things so I can open your eyes.”
{He takes another long drag on the cigarette, this time slowly exhaling the smoke out as he composes himself.}
Raiden: “Just because this guy, for the time being, is the man of the hour, let me tear into Bobby for a hot minute while he’s still running around the Network doing the helicopter with his shriveled up wang. Bobby, you don’t have anything on me since our little encounter on Prestige. All you were hoping was a lucky break to catch me flat-footed, and you nearly did, but it’s hard to throw a wolf off its balance once it’s honed in on the kill. Looking at you now, you’re still that wear-and-tear aging man who by some miracle managed to win that coveted championship. Now you’re using it accompanied with that briefcase to puff out your chest all bad boy like. I’ve seen older Yakuza who could drop you with just a flick of their wrist after catching a punch in the blink of an eye. They make the strong submit, they force people to cry out for mercy, they make people beg for their lives. You’ve seen the tapes, right? How I made the likes of Reece and Kira submit to me in the matchups we were thrown in. Now picture yourself in that scenario with us as the final two in the structure, middle of the ring, bloodied, with nowhere to go as you squirm like the maggot that you are.”
{Raiden lets out a sinister chuckle as he taps some of the ash off.}
Raiden: “It’d please a lot of people who paid top dollar for those front row seats to see yet another Icon fall from the mountaintop. Men who think they can have it all for as long as they want when they got constant hurtles popping up before them, each one trickier than the last to clear until they get their foot stuck on one and bam, face plant right into the dirt and then you’re stripped of what you loved just like everything from before. Jenny, the Prestige Class title...and now look at the X*Crown. Do you honestly think you can hold onto it longer than your old pal, Jack? Rob Arnold even? Nah, you’d just be aimlessly shooting for the moon with the latter because we all know you aren’t something of excellence.”
{A smirk creeps up onto Raiden’s face as he takes another drag.}
Raiden: “It was a mistake to just up and leave AWF, Bobby. You were the best of both worlds in terms of AWF and XHF but now you just sit alone in that cold, stone hall of yours. The doors open, before you stands one of the best talents Japan has seen in recent months and a man who’s made himself very well fucking known in a quicker time than it took you during your time in AWF. Sunday is just gonna serve as the exclamation point to justifying why Ziko chose me to rep the company and I’m gonna demonstrate it by crushing your larynx and snapping your arms like twigs. Karma is just waiting around the corner to stab you in the back as you walk on by arm-in-arm with the X*Crown...and it will come back to its rightful owner.”
{Another chuckle escapes his lips as more ashes fall off.}
Raiden: “Then, of course, there’s Kanyon who’s been running rampant the past few days trying to invite people to his stupid party. If it was for your impeachment, I would’ve attended but you know, probably wouldn’t have gone either way because well...it’s you we’re talking about here, Curtis. I seriously question how AXW can justify their reason picking some guy out of the looney bin and tossing him into an X*Crown match that he hasn’t vied for in God knows how long. If they want to be rendered brain dead, so be it.”
{Raiden tosses the cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with his shoe.}
Raiden: “You know, I know a thing or two about trying to give someone brain damage, shout out to the man who cost me the X*Crown twice, thanks, Jackson. He gave me some insight as to how to cripple one’s enemy after our encounter at Night of Champions and what better to apply my learning of it then at Supremacy against the Network’s favorite president. You know, from what I’ve read a president normally gets impeached through a voting process but I think I’ll do the country a favor and take him out in order to make their lives easier. Grab him by the neck, bounce his face off the steel post a few times, repeat with the cage wall, then do it again with the chambers, and once I feel like I’ve done enough, I’ll just stomp out whatever’s remaining in that dented skull of his. It’ll be my way of partying with the president with a Bloody Sunday as the drink of the night. Hope you enjoy the taste of your own blood, Curtis.”
{He snickers at the mention of it.}
Raiden: “...Because Lord knows wolves are big fans of tasting blood.”
{Reaching down, Raiden slightly opens up his suitcase and pulls out of a book of sorts. Resting it in his lap, he proceeds to flip through the pages at a rapid speed.}
Raiden: “So before I left Osaka this morning, I picked up a cookbook of sorts from one of those stores and guess who wrote it? You’d be right in guessing Gordon Ramsay and not the let-down of souffle that is Anthony Craig. I don’t care how many times he tries to spice up his mannerisms by throwing in cooking metaphors with his spiels, it’s too much of a force like LA:U actually believing that this man has a god damn chance at winning the title for their run-down promotion that may as well just be locked away in one of those trashy LA warehouses and just let the mold and mildew gather round it until it finally draws its last breath and expire.”
{Raiden shakes his head at the thought.}
Raiden: “A wrestler wearing a god damn chef outfit in a ring...if he was called The Butcher, I’d buy into it more but this is essentially a stupid joke that’s become an even more ridiculous reality. You’d think you would see someone like this on one of those comedy shows where he’s part of some gimmicky federation with celebrities and historical figures but no, this man thinks he has the balls to share this ring with the stars that are in this match. The only stars you’ll ever earn in your life are those meaningless Michelin stars of yours that you can kiss my ass with, Anthony. This is the execution chamber you’re stepping into when it comes to Supremacy and I hope to God you get the unlucky draw of being number one and get slaughtered like a lamb.”
{Closing the book, Raiden chucks it behind him, his face clearly reading that his patience is wearing thin.}
Raiden: “I’m done with trying to figure out the justification of these people. Kikue, Drag, Parsons...I’ve got no more words to spare. Nothing else needs to be said that I’ve spent the rest of the embers to fuel the fire. All that matters now is justifying the fact that AWF still has the best talent….and that’s talent better than the X*Crown Champion. Hope you can justify your claim as champion with actions Bobby, otherwise, I’m gonna leave you broken in that ring with just more than a fractured arm. I’ll make sure the medics won’t have a chance to pop everything back into place once the deed is completed.”
{Grabbing the handle of the suitcase, Raiden stands back up to a vertical base walking towards the main street, only to disappear among more people of the bustling crowd as the camera fades to black.}
Location: Yodogawa-ku, Osaka, Japan
{It had been a while since Raiden had woken as early in the morning as he did today. Doing so somewhat triggered the memories of when he used to work as an average salaryman back in the city. Waking up in the early hours of the morning, catching the train to go to his work, and then ride it back home after being cooped up in the office for eight hours or so. Today though was something he thought he’d never have to do again since New Year’s four years ago but here he was at Shin-Osaka Station waiting for the next Tokaido Shinkansen line train to arrive as it was listed on some of the electric boards displaying arrival times for the next few trains that were inbound while he leaned up against the wall, away from the crowd.. Next to his right leg sat a metallic briefcase of sorts that looked as plain as the look on wrestler’s face as he tinkered on his phone, earbuds in his ears. A train is heard zooming in from the left side of the platform, soon enough coming to a halt but Raiden ignores it upon seeing it isn’t the line he’s looking for. The train departs and Raiden is left to his own devices as his wait continues.}
Voice: “Yo, Raiden!”
{Internally and externally, Raiden cringed at the familiarity of the voice. The man who had been nothing but a pure annoyance since October: Jin. Raiden chose to ignore the sound of Jin calling him out but the Yakuza man soon steps into the frame, waving his hand about in front of Bone Cold’s face to get his attention.}
Jin: “Yo, Raiden! Yo!”
Raiden (looking at his phone): “....”
{Jin shakes his head at the man before pulling one of the earbuds out. Raiden lets out a sigh at the motion and glances up from his phone with an annoyed look.}
Jin: “Hey, so it is you! I figured it was giving the hair and what not.”
Raiden (flatly): “Spare me the flattery.”
Jin: “Aw, come on. I’m not even allowed to say salutations?”
Raiden: “I know you didn’t come here for friendly conversation, Jin. I know your antics since you and Takuma harrassed me back in October. I’m not playing with this bullshit.”
Jin (sighing): “Still haven’t changed. Always Mr. Serious who doesn’t know the meaning of fun.”
{Jin comically leans back, shrugging his shoulders at Raiden who only shakes his head in response, going back to his phone.}
Jin: “Honestly man, you need to let go a little. Like, who cares if someone dies, y’know? It’s all part of life and shit. Besides, if it’s someone old at least there’s some baggage off your shoulders and now you’re able to breathe a little more.”
Raiden: “....”
Jin: “Or there’s that one annoying friend that you just can’t stand. Nothing but a party kinda guy and he always drags you into his shenanigans that you can barely keep up with. He tires you out, makes you not want to wake up for work the next morning, hell, even runs your pockets dry cause he constantly tells you he doesn’t got the dough to afford jack-diddly-squat. He passes, then you’re able to rest easier and actually keep money in your wallet.”
{Raiden slightly tenses up as Jin keeps talking but with a deep breath followed by a long exhale, he falls back into a relaxed stance.}
Jin: “Then, of course, there’s that one friend that always gets into trouble no matter how many times they’re told to stop but they keep persisting and persisting with their antics so much that others around them get annoyed by it. Like if I were the friend getting annoyed, I wouldn’t mind the guy dropping dead so it would just be a monkey off my back that I don’t gotta worry about anymore. You know, kinda like--”
{Before Jin can finish his statement, a fist hurtles through the air, slamming into his cheek and sending the man flying backward with a solid thud. Some of the passersby speed up their pace in order to avoid the trouble while some only turn and stare in awkward silence.}
Jin (rubbing his cheek): “Damn Raiden, you’ve gotten stronger last time we fought.”
Raiden (seething): “...Bastard.”
Jin: “Still could use some improvement but hey, at least you’re getting there.”
{He pulls himself up from the ground, dusting his suit jacket off before straightening it out a bit.}
Jin: “Well since you got your free shot in, what are you doing here at the station? Was expecting to run into you and Takuma back in the city.”
Raiden (frustratingly): “What’s it to you?”
Jin: “Well, gotta make sure you’re heeding the bossman’s warning after the little chat you had with him the other night. Y’know, no throwing your shit around with the other monkeys.”
{Raiden rolls his eyes at the statement while Jin laughs at the motion.}
Raiden: “So more or less you only came to find me just so you can harass me some more. Is that what I’m sensing from this?”
Jin (shrugging): “Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?”
Raiden (muttering): “Fuckin’ hell…”
Jin: “So, you gonna tell me where you’re headed?”
Raiden: “A place away from here.”
Jin: “Like a leisure trip?”
Raiden: “One could see it that way.”
Jin: “What for?”
Raiden (irate): “Are you only good at asking questions now?”
{Jin shakes his head again with another laugh.}
Jin: “I’m just doing what Satoshi told me to do and that was find you and ensure you’re obeying. If I had to judge, I’d say you’re doing an okay job of heeding him so far.”
Raiden: “Whatever.”
{Before Jin can get another word in, a train screeches into the station, slowly coming to a halt before those standing on the platform. Raiden’s eyes flick over to it and upon realizing that it’s the line he’s been waiting for, he grabs his suitcase from the ground and pushes past Jin, making a beeline for the train.}
Jin: “Hey! When are we supposed to expect you back?”
Raiden: “Whenever I feel like returning. Now piss off.”
{Blending into the crowd, Raiden disappears onto the train, leaving Jin to nearly get swamped by the people rushing from the sides before managing to wriggle his way free of the crowd before the train pulls out of the station, leaving the Akawagwa Family member by himself to watch as Raiden started his journey out of the prefecture.}
{The scene transitions over to Tokyo Station in Chiyoda City, the terminal just as full as the one back in Yodogawa-ku as people constantly brush past one another going to and from the trains that have arrived only to depart merely seconds later. Amidst the vast sea of people, Raiden squirms his way out of the surging wave of people he was cramped in with on the train. Meandering through the horde of people jamming the pathways, he soon reaches the outside of the terminal, looking out into the nighttime atmosphere of Chiyoda City. With a sigh, he walks over to a nearby bench, drawing out a cigarette from his suit pocket and sparking it up as he sits down.}
Raiden: “Fuck me this fire’s fading out fast…”
{He takes a long drag, billowing out a quick stream of smoke.}
Raiden: “This whole Yakuza shit, wrestling in the XHF, constant traveling...my life’s getting sucked out of me and I’m not even age fucking thirty yet. I’m gonna have grey hair by age forty at this rate and soon enough in comes arthritis to accompany it. All these risks for what justifiable cause? I started wrestling in order to get my mind off things and try to put my past behind but it’s still clinging on like a needy girlfriend that for the life of me I can’t shake off my damn leg. It’s comparable to my fruitless attempts at grasping that brass ring Bobby mentioned when it comes to the X*Crown. Am I really falling short of the bar? No...it can’t be. Just because some lame ass British brat who’s got some rich North Carolina hick in his corner to back his claims don’t jack shit. I’ve heard it way too many this times to even be annoyed and now it’s just become something incessant that people quietly ramble about behind my back. I know all you bastards are thinking it when you look at me. ‘Why hasn’t Raiden been able to win gold? Oh well maybe if he wasn’t in so many multi-man matches…’ Shut up for once, sit down and let me explain some things so I can open your eyes.”
{He takes another long drag on the cigarette, this time slowly exhaling the smoke out as he composes himself.}
Raiden: “Just because this guy, for the time being, is the man of the hour, let me tear into Bobby for a hot minute while he’s still running around the Network doing the helicopter with his shriveled up wang. Bobby, you don’t have anything on me since our little encounter on Prestige. All you were hoping was a lucky break to catch me flat-footed, and you nearly did, but it’s hard to throw a wolf off its balance once it’s honed in on the kill. Looking at you now, you’re still that wear-and-tear aging man who by some miracle managed to win that coveted championship. Now you’re using it accompanied with that briefcase to puff out your chest all bad boy like. I’ve seen older Yakuza who could drop you with just a flick of their wrist after catching a punch in the blink of an eye. They make the strong submit, they force people to cry out for mercy, they make people beg for their lives. You’ve seen the tapes, right? How I made the likes of Reece and Kira submit to me in the matchups we were thrown in. Now picture yourself in that scenario with us as the final two in the structure, middle of the ring, bloodied, with nowhere to go as you squirm like the maggot that you are.”
{Raiden lets out a sinister chuckle as he taps some of the ash off.}
Raiden: “It’d please a lot of people who paid top dollar for those front row seats to see yet another Icon fall from the mountaintop. Men who think they can have it all for as long as they want when they got constant hurtles popping up before them, each one trickier than the last to clear until they get their foot stuck on one and bam, face plant right into the dirt and then you’re stripped of what you loved just like everything from before. Jenny, the Prestige Class title...and now look at the X*Crown. Do you honestly think you can hold onto it longer than your old pal, Jack? Rob Arnold even? Nah, you’d just be aimlessly shooting for the moon with the latter because we all know you aren’t something of excellence.”
{A smirk creeps up onto Raiden’s face as he takes another drag.}
Raiden: “It was a mistake to just up and leave AWF, Bobby. You were the best of both worlds in terms of AWF and XHF but now you just sit alone in that cold, stone hall of yours. The doors open, before you stands one of the best talents Japan has seen in recent months and a man who’s made himself very well fucking known in a quicker time than it took you during your time in AWF. Sunday is just gonna serve as the exclamation point to justifying why Ziko chose me to rep the company and I’m gonna demonstrate it by crushing your larynx and snapping your arms like twigs. Karma is just waiting around the corner to stab you in the back as you walk on by arm-in-arm with the X*Crown...and it will come back to its rightful owner.”
{Another chuckle escapes his lips as more ashes fall off.}
Raiden: “Then, of course, there’s Kanyon who’s been running rampant the past few days trying to invite people to his stupid party. If it was for your impeachment, I would’ve attended but you know, probably wouldn’t have gone either way because well...it’s you we’re talking about here, Curtis. I seriously question how AXW can justify their reason picking some guy out of the looney bin and tossing him into an X*Crown match that he hasn’t vied for in God knows how long. If they want to be rendered brain dead, so be it.”
{Raiden tosses the cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with his shoe.}
Raiden: “You know, I know a thing or two about trying to give someone brain damage, shout out to the man who cost me the X*Crown twice, thanks, Jackson. He gave me some insight as to how to cripple one’s enemy after our encounter at Night of Champions and what better to apply my learning of it then at Supremacy against the Network’s favorite president. You know, from what I’ve read a president normally gets impeached through a voting process but I think I’ll do the country a favor and take him out in order to make their lives easier. Grab him by the neck, bounce his face off the steel post a few times, repeat with the cage wall, then do it again with the chambers, and once I feel like I’ve done enough, I’ll just stomp out whatever’s remaining in that dented skull of his. It’ll be my way of partying with the president with a Bloody Sunday as the drink of the night. Hope you enjoy the taste of your own blood, Curtis.”
{He snickers at the mention of it.}
Raiden: “...Because Lord knows wolves are big fans of tasting blood.”
{Reaching down, Raiden slightly opens up his suitcase and pulls out of a book of sorts. Resting it in his lap, he proceeds to flip through the pages at a rapid speed.}
Raiden: “So before I left Osaka this morning, I picked up a cookbook of sorts from one of those stores and guess who wrote it? You’d be right in guessing Gordon Ramsay and not the let-down of souffle that is Anthony Craig. I don’t care how many times he tries to spice up his mannerisms by throwing in cooking metaphors with his spiels, it’s too much of a force like LA:U actually believing that this man has a god damn chance at winning the title for their run-down promotion that may as well just be locked away in one of those trashy LA warehouses and just let the mold and mildew gather round it until it finally draws its last breath and expire.”
{Raiden shakes his head at the thought.}
Raiden: “A wrestler wearing a god damn chef outfit in a ring...if he was called The Butcher, I’d buy into it more but this is essentially a stupid joke that’s become an even more ridiculous reality. You’d think you would see someone like this on one of those comedy shows where he’s part of some gimmicky federation with celebrities and historical figures but no, this man thinks he has the balls to share this ring with the stars that are in this match. The only stars you’ll ever earn in your life are those meaningless Michelin stars of yours that you can kiss my ass with, Anthony. This is the execution chamber you’re stepping into when it comes to Supremacy and I hope to God you get the unlucky draw of being number one and get slaughtered like a lamb.”
{Closing the book, Raiden chucks it behind him, his face clearly reading that his patience is wearing thin.}
Raiden: “I’m done with trying to figure out the justification of these people. Kikue, Drag, Parsons...I’ve got no more words to spare. Nothing else needs to be said that I’ve spent the rest of the embers to fuel the fire. All that matters now is justifying the fact that AWF still has the best talent….and that’s talent better than the X*Crown Champion. Hope you can justify your claim as champion with actions Bobby, otherwise, I’m gonna leave you broken in that ring with just more than a fractured arm. I’ll make sure the medics won’t have a chance to pop everything back into place once the deed is completed.”
{Grabbing the handle of the suitcase, Raiden stands back up to a vertical base walking towards the main street, only to disappear among more people of the bustling crowd as the camera fades to black.}
