Post by Taiji Sakamoto on Jun 6, 2017 5:43:01 GMT
“So, Mrs. Pryce. You mean to tell me that the committee is allowing a freebie inside this tournament? Because Seifer Black is now hurt… The gaijin and the baka all get a freebie to sit at home and accumulate points. How very… European… of the company who prides itself as a Japanese Fighting Company. So much for that supposed toukon that sensei used to talk about. I hate to say that the old man is probably the last of a generation of ‘real men’ in this sport of children.” Taiji is standing upright, his back to the camera, almost in defiance of having to look at the people watching this clip. However, anyone who can read his body language can see the large triceps bulging in frustration. His back flexed in anticipation for conflict.
“I will admit this one fault, that I did appear too late. But what is worse? Appearing too late, or not appearing at all?”
The camera, however, is able to capture a sexy and sultry woman with golden hair and emerald eyes. Her black stiletto heels click along the tile floor with every step she takes pacing around the room. There’s a long slit in her black dress that flows openly from her ankle all the way to the middle of her thigh. She is the Mrs. Chelsea Pryce, the wife of “Howlin’ Mad” Murdock and the mother of Rosalyn Fernandes and Cole Pryce.
“Every good story needs a plot twist…” She chuckles softly and continues to pace. “I don’t know if New Japan Fighting Championship is ready for… this, but soon enough that won’t matter. You’re going to be the fighting force that everyone will respect and fear.” She stops for a moment to face her student and tilt her head ever-so-slightly. “Jaime was so reluctant about letting you step into the spotlight, but I was confident in your abilities. That’s why I’m the one representing you. If something does go wrong, which I highly doubt… then the fault will be on me and he can keep his prestigious reputation.”
There’s a bit of a scoff, but she rallies on. “Taiji-kun, this is your moment. You only have one chance to make a good first impression. Blow them out of the water.”
“You are right, Mrs. Pryce. This is my moment. Our moment, as you are the one leading me into battle. So, I ask the committee this. And it’s not going to be so humble. You want to save face and not get looked at as a tournament of freebies for gaijin and excuses for warriors.”
He turns around and the handsome smirk is on his chiseled face. “I’ll take the one loss disadvantage and give these warriors a run for their money. Trained by three of the best in puroresu. What do you have to lose? And if they do manage to best me…” You see the smirk turn into a grin. “Then, you can say you shut the arrogant Ronin up. But I seriously doubt anyone in Group B can. And sensei, you can dumb it down for the folks at home, please?”
She chuckles, brushes a few locks of hair behind her left ear, and she regards the camera with a smirk. “Let’s be honest. The Pride of Puroresu Crown of 2017… It should be represented by the most qualified wrestlers.” In her right hand, she raises a clipboard and looks over the list. “We’re not fools. We’ve done our research on the competition, and to be frank, some of them don’t belong. Bryan Laughlin and Chris Madison? Slade LaVey? Where the hell does the committee find these people?” She rolls her eyes and glances over the list again. “...I’ll admit we have some noticeable wrestlers. John Pariah, Mitsuo Shimada, Hiroyoshi Suzuki-- wait a minute, wasn’t he eliminated from the Global Takeover Tournament by Mrs. Jessica Nitoh? Why is he apart of this tournament?”
Chelsea almost wants to throw the clipboard aside, but she holds back for the time being and takes another look. “Amis Shelton and Jason Cashe. There we go, some formidable opponents for the Ronin to face. And to think we’re only looking at Block B… In Block A, we can easily recognize some great names in the industry. James Edwards, Mark Storm, Owen Gonsalves, Tommy Knox, Chandler Scott-- didn’t he and Jaime face each other at one point? Maybe two? To fight the Strong Style Saint and live, that’s an accomplishment in itself.”
“Maybe if the committee finds their courage… Chandler and I will meet. And the student will teach something the teacher could not. How to beat the Scholar…” He nodded to Chelsea. “The call is on you noble gentlemen. Going to keep giving freebies to Block B, or going to restore some pride back into your tournament. As the Americans say, ‘Time is being wasted.’”
“And wasted time is lost forever.” Chelsea shakes her head and smiles with confidence. She regards the camera and places a hand on her hip. “Mr. James Peterson, I’m sure you and your entourage will make the right decision. After all, this is for the greater good of the company. The Ronin is ready… Are you?” She lifts her left hand and blows a kiss before she saunters over and covers the lens with the same hand.
“I will admit this one fault, that I did appear too late. But what is worse? Appearing too late, or not appearing at all?”
The camera, however, is able to capture a sexy and sultry woman with golden hair and emerald eyes. Her black stiletto heels click along the tile floor with every step she takes pacing around the room. There’s a long slit in her black dress that flows openly from her ankle all the way to the middle of her thigh. She is the Mrs. Chelsea Pryce, the wife of “Howlin’ Mad” Murdock and the mother of Rosalyn Fernandes and Cole Pryce.
“Every good story needs a plot twist…” She chuckles softly and continues to pace. “I don’t know if New Japan Fighting Championship is ready for… this, but soon enough that won’t matter. You’re going to be the fighting force that everyone will respect and fear.” She stops for a moment to face her student and tilt her head ever-so-slightly. “Jaime was so reluctant about letting you step into the spotlight, but I was confident in your abilities. That’s why I’m the one representing you. If something does go wrong, which I highly doubt… then the fault will be on me and he can keep his prestigious reputation.”
There’s a bit of a scoff, but she rallies on. “Taiji-kun, this is your moment. You only have one chance to make a good first impression. Blow them out of the water.”
“You are right, Mrs. Pryce. This is my moment. Our moment, as you are the one leading me into battle. So, I ask the committee this. And it’s not going to be so humble. You want to save face and not get looked at as a tournament of freebies for gaijin and excuses for warriors.”
He turns around and the handsome smirk is on his chiseled face. “I’ll take the one loss disadvantage and give these warriors a run for their money. Trained by three of the best in puroresu. What do you have to lose? And if they do manage to best me…” You see the smirk turn into a grin. “Then, you can say you shut the arrogant Ronin up. But I seriously doubt anyone in Group B can. And sensei, you can dumb it down for the folks at home, please?”
She chuckles, brushes a few locks of hair behind her left ear, and she regards the camera with a smirk. “Let’s be honest. The Pride of Puroresu Crown of 2017… It should be represented by the most qualified wrestlers.” In her right hand, she raises a clipboard and looks over the list. “We’re not fools. We’ve done our research on the competition, and to be frank, some of them don’t belong. Bryan Laughlin and Chris Madison? Slade LaVey? Where the hell does the committee find these people?” She rolls her eyes and glances over the list again. “...I’ll admit we have some noticeable wrestlers. John Pariah, Mitsuo Shimada, Hiroyoshi Suzuki-- wait a minute, wasn’t he eliminated from the Global Takeover Tournament by Mrs. Jessica Nitoh? Why is he apart of this tournament?”
Chelsea almost wants to throw the clipboard aside, but she holds back for the time being and takes another look. “Amis Shelton and Jason Cashe. There we go, some formidable opponents for the Ronin to face. And to think we’re only looking at Block B… In Block A, we can easily recognize some great names in the industry. James Edwards, Mark Storm, Owen Gonsalves, Tommy Knox, Chandler Scott-- didn’t he and Jaime face each other at one point? Maybe two? To fight the Strong Style Saint and live, that’s an accomplishment in itself.”
“Maybe if the committee finds their courage… Chandler and I will meet. And the student will teach something the teacher could not. How to beat the Scholar…” He nodded to Chelsea. “The call is on you noble gentlemen. Going to keep giving freebies to Block B, or going to restore some pride back into your tournament. As the Americans say, ‘Time is being wasted.’”
“And wasted time is lost forever.” Chelsea shakes her head and smiles with confidence. She regards the camera and places a hand on her hip. “Mr. James Peterson, I’m sure you and your entourage will make the right decision. After all, this is for the greater good of the company. The Ronin is ready… Are you?” She lifts her left hand and blows a kiss before she saunters over and covers the lens with the same hand.
