Post by Tommy Knox on Jul 4, 2017 2:52:12 GMT
Grunts and thuds fill the airwaves as the scene slowly opens into a familiar setting from earlier, the dojo in which Tommy Knox was last found filming his first promotional for the NJFC Pride of Puroresu Crown. Across the long wooden floor, the long haired native kicks and punches a wooden frame shaped like a body covered in padding. Pulling both hands by his side, he growls louder and louder before extending both arms simultaneously and striking the training dummy with his palms.
"GO-HADOKEN!!!"
A light thud echoes throughout the empty dojo, but nothing more than that whatsoever. No explosions, no lasers, no lighting effects, just nothing but the sound of his palms connecting with the padding. With his arms still extended, he looks down at his hands with a bit of disappointment in his eyes. Slowly retracting his hands, he shakes his head from left to right, and then back to the left again.
"Mother fucker."
Hopping backwards, he bounces from left to right before stepping back in and swinging with a powerful uppercut and spinning his body.
"GOU-SHORYUKEN!!!"
Missing the training dummy, he catches his thigh against one of the arms extending out from the sides, causing him to crash back to the floor off balance.
"AAHHHH!!!"
He roars before slamming his fist against the wooden floor. A loud thud then echoes throughout the dojo as he quickly pulls his hand away from the floor and wrapping his other hand around it. Turning his head to the side, he notices that the camera is rolling. A dumbfounded look comes across his face as he quickly pushes himself up to his feet and wipes the dust from his clothes.
"I'm glad you all could see that. This was a prime example of what not to do inside of the ring when stepping into it with the likes of myself, a seasoned samurai ninja warrior that could cut you into a million pieces before you even felt the first slice. Hope you were paying attention, gringos."
Walking towards the camera, he continues to massage his hand with his other.
"You heard me. Gringos! I'm talkin' to you Konrad Raab and 'From James' James Edwards. Or is it James Edwards 'From James'? Hmm..."
Pulling his hand up to his chin, he thinks to himself before looking into the camera with a cocky smirk and a wink of the eye.
"You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Comin' into MY country and thinkin' you have the slightest chance with a combined record of four wins, five losses, and here we go again, another goddamn draw. Thanks guys, you've truly outdone yourselves."
He says as he holds both hands up, sarcastically applauding.
"'The German Sensation', Konrad Raab! I seriously hope you're not plannin' on getting the best of me sittin' on that one single win you've picked up thus far in five rounds of the Pride of Puroresu Crown. Nope, not fuckin' happenin'. You may had thought it would be easy to invade Cambodia but think again, bud. I will not lay down like Poland.
Poland would collapse when crossin' enemy lines and goin' one on one against the 'Japanese Sensation' himself, Tommy 'Hory Chet' Knox! I am this country. I will bleed for this country... and so can you for three easy payments of fifty-four ninety-five!"
Waving the camera off, Knox walks past it.
"Take your respect and shove it up you Nazi ass, faggot. Praisin' my accomplishments from my overseas tour in the states."
Jumping back into full focus, he grabs the camera with both hands and pulls it in for a close up.
"Respect me for what I've done here, in MY homeland! I'm the one who fought off the American's in Vietnam. I'm fuckin' Charlie lurkin' in the tree ready to strike down on you with a machete right between the eyes! Before then I was a fuckin' atomic bomb was dropped on my home and from those ashes I was born, GOD-FUCKIN'-ZIRRA and I slayed the Gigan, butt fucked Hedorah, and shoved this cock down Biollante's throat... ALL IN A DAYS WORK!!!
Fightin' off the Third Reich is just another day in the park, baby."
Punching his fist into the palm of his other hand, he glares at the camera with hatred in his eyes.
"And James...
Two words you son of a fuckin' bitch.
Bryan fuckin' Williams.
Okay, maybe that was three but you get the point."
Pulling his hair back, he wraps a rubber band around it, forming a bun on the top of his head.
"Is this better? Am I pretty enough?
You allowed that foreigner to walk right on in here and claim the NJFC Global Championship as his own? YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKIN' KIDDIN' ME!!!
You sir should be crucified for these war crimes. It just so happens that I can help with that!"
Holding up his hand, he extends his index finger before slowly resting it against his temple.
"I carry this nation on my back and it will be an honor to be the executioner that sends you into the fiery pits of hell, or at least the nearest sweatshop full of the hungriest youth makin' the shoes you kids wear on their feet without a care in the world!
When you look up at that man, his face covered by black fabric and a katana in his hand, right then and there you'll know you fucked up. You don't even have to have any children wearin' said shoes but you're goin' to pay for the ones who do.
And when it's all said and done, and your head is rolling across the floor. It will finally come to a stop and with what little life left in those eyes, you'll then see who it was that ridded the world of your filth.
From Knox.
And my final words to you will be...
Waganawa G¨ki Unu no shin'naru ichigeki Misete miyo!"
我が名は豪鬼 うぬの真なる一撃 見せてみよ！
