Post by Tommy Knox on Jul 3, 2017 3:44:19 GMT
Slowly fading in, the scene opens to the peaceful setting of a dojo. Sitting on the floor in the middle of the large room, Tommy Knox has his legs crossed and hands placed on his knees. Isolated from the outside world, he sits in the room alone with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths and meditating.
Leaning to his right and raising his left thigh up from the floor, he passes gas as the low pitched sound fills the entire room, lasting nearly ten seconds in length. A smile comes to his face before he slowly opens one eye, looking directly at the camera placed in front of him.
"Excuse me, that was my shoe."
Unfolding his legs from one another, he stands to his bare feet. With his right hand, he places it closed in his left palm before bowing towards the camera.
"Thank you all for joinin' me here in my homeland. It's my honor to have you all here as I prepare for the upcoming" rounds of the Pride of Puroresu Crown. It's always a pleasure to show foreigners such as yourselves the hospitality of my fine native land."
Raising an eyebrow, he stares at the camera for a shot moment before taking a few steps forward and approaching it.
"Foreigners, much like four of the next six opponents I'm set to face in the upcomin' rounds of the Pride of Puroresu Crown."
Holding up his right hand, he folds his thumb into his palm while extending his other four fingers.
"Four outsiders with a combined record of nine wins, eight losses, and three draws. Not so impressive if I do say so myself.
Terence Tillman, you currently sit in the standings dead even across the board with two wins, two losses, and a draw. Nothing much was said from you when the press conference was held. It's a surprise that you were able to show up, let alone pick up two wins in the first five rounds. But you're here and that's all that I can ask. In round six you will step into the ring with Japan's native son, me, Tommy Knox, the Japanese Highlife - the man with an entire nation behind him!"
Extending his arms out to his sides, he slowly looks up at the ceiling before lowering his head and staring back across at the camera.
"Skip to round eight and it appears that Stacy Jones is the unfortunate intruder to face her maker, the judge and jury of Japan! Although you do currently sit higher in the rankings than Tillman, and myself, your outcome will be much like his. Three wins, one loss, and one draw. Seriously? A fuckin' draw? Either win or lose, but DO NOT stop fightin' until a winner has been declared! Unlike the few you have climbed into the ring with, I will NOT stand for these half-assed antics. You DO NOT get to cross international waters and enter MY country only to leave the outcome of a match undecided. This is unacceptable and I will right that wrong, even if I have to eliminate you from competition completely!"
Slapping his hands together, he then steps forward and kicks towards the camera, stopping his foot just inches before crashing into the lens. Pivoting on his other foot, he slowly turns his body, pulling his foot from in front of the lens.
"Whatever it is that you learned back in your home country, leave that shit at customs! You two are about to climb into the ring with Godzirra and much like he did to my fellow people in the movies, I am goin' to do the same to you.
The board wants to make a fuss about not havin' enough home grown talent in the rankings. HELLO!!! I am this country's gift to wrestlin' and winnin' the Pride of Puroresu Crown is goin' to prove just that! I refuse to stand idle and watch from the sidelines as foreigners such as Tillman and Jones parade around in MY country.
I REFUSE TO BE THE INDIANS OF JAPAN AS YOU RAVAGE THIS BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY!!!"
Growing angrier by the second, he brushes the hair hanging over his face to the back of his head. Pacing back and forth, he chops his right hand into the palm of his left over and over and over.
Growing angrier by the second, he brushes the hair hanging over his face to the back of his head. Pacing back and forth, he chops his right hand into the palm of his left over and over and over.
"We all know how things turned out for the Indians in North America. I'm not goin' to settle for a casino when this is all said and done. I want your heads on a spike hangin' high above the Great Wall of China surroundin' this beautiful oriental island of the Pacific.
You think you can just waltz on in here and earn the respect of my nation's people just for enterin' this tournament? GET THE FUCK OUT WITH THAT CHET!!!
I am the son of Japan! I am the Vietnamese Mongolian that fate has decided to place you in front of. I'm a rabid pitbull, not the kind you order with the number seven from Lou's, but the kind that is goin' to chew your asses up and spit you to the curb. I AM THE MONSTER THAT SWALLOWED MALAYSIA AIRLINES FLIGHT THREE-SEVENTY!!!"
Holding his hands in front of him, he takes a deep, long breath to calm his nerves. Turning his head to the camera, a smirk emerges across his face before he turns his body completed towards it.
"Two foreigners down and two to go. Then I can address the other natives of this country I'm destined to meet. The ones who are jealous that this land, this nation, and it's people chose me over them.
Stacy and Terence, wax on, wax off mother fuckers!"
Placing his right hand in his left, he then bows to the camera before the scene cuts the black.
