It's On

[Tommy Knox]

JULY 28TH, 2017

TOKYO, JAPAN

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"Fifteen months.

Four hundred and fifty-four days.

Japan was introduced to it's long lost son.

Tag-Team Tropolis."

The picture comes into full focus and standing directly in the center of it all, Tommy Knox stares into the camera with the sight of Tokyo Bay in the distance behind him.

"And in that very moment, dPEEg became a household name in Tokyo."

Taking a step back, Knox's shoulder comes into the picture and on top of it, his GPC World Tag-Team Championship. Turning his head to the side, he looks down at it for a brief moment before slowly turning his attention back to the camera. With a grin stretched across his face, he reaches up with his free hand and gently pats the faceplate.

"Despite the brief hiatus that NJFC took following, we have been searchin' for a challenge. You know that Jacqui, that's how we met after all. Cashe and I have been practically beggin' for a team to step up to the challenge of us defendin' our belts despite the company bein' closed for renovations."

Bringing his hand up to his chin, he runs his fingers through his beard before pointing directly at the camera.

"You thought that you could be that, didn't you Jacqui?

You answered the challenge, just thinkin' you could pull a fast one on us and pretend to be big in Japan.

News flash toots, you were never big in Japan and we proved just that right before your eyes.

This match, quote unquote rematch, has been a long time comin'. You've literally been buildin' yourself up for this huge loss that awaits you just around the corner. For months, you have denied ever losin' to dPEEg, pretendin' as if it never even happened. Straight fuckin' no-sellin' that night we put you and your pet midget away. But of course you only remember everything that happened right after. A fresh start, yeah?"

Shaking his head from left to right, he softly laughs.

"Jacqui, now you have yourself a new partner to go along with that fresh start. You think this changes the odds to your favor? Over the last month or so, I have defeated every other native of this land placed in front of me. I am Japan's first son - the fuckin' head Chinaman in charge. H-N-I-C.

You think Karate Man lookin' on from the apron is goin' to change that outcome? Fuck no, he doesn't change a single thing. He can add his name to the list of lesser natives who were cut down by these hands. Put 'em in front and watch 'em go down one by one.

No, he can't save you, Jacqui! Your mouth has already written a check that your ass can't fuckin' cash and when folks don't pay their debts in my homeland, I send 'em back home with something to remind them of their mistakes. You try and steal from me, you end up pullin' back a nub."

Releasing the strap of leather, he extends his arm outward but at waist level. With his other hand, he slowly chops down onto his wrist.

"Chop..."

Laughing, he shifts the championship from one shoulder to the other, never once taking his eyes away from the camera.

"Kenshin Takamura, how dare you? You call yourself a proud native of this land? Like, really? Look at you, man. You stand side by side with a foreign intruder. Where's your loyalty to your country? Ever heard of patriotism?"

With a smile stretched across his face, he winks at the camera before taking a step back.

"This isn't the first time she's ran to one of yo-- one of our people. She led the last to a slaughter. Is this what you really want? Are you willin' to turn your back on your country, your people, your heritage... all for this old bitch? In her time of menopause you take it upon yourself to walk her right through the front door?"

With a puzzled look on his face, he stands in silence, hoping Kenshin would truthfully consider what he's done and how he's betrayed his country.

"All wrongs must be righted. The people of this country demand there to be justice delivered for your crimes against this land.

I am your judge.

I am your jury.

I am your executioner."

Pulling the championship away from his shoulder, he extends his arm, holding it up, dangling from the strap.

"You want this? You think this should be your reward for turnin' your back on us all?

Not fuckin' happenin'.

Kenshin, you don't bring Tokyo Knives to a gun fight."

Dropping his arm to his side, he continues to hold the belt as the strap drags across the pavement.

"We wanted competition. We just wanted to defend these belts against the best tag-teams out there and prove why we're the best tag-team in the world today. It's a goddamn shame that you two aren't goin' to be the team that we beat in order to prove that. This is just another tune up match for us and a chance for NJFC to feature it's local favorites, the GPC dPEEg World Tag-Team Champions."

With his other hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. With his thumb he flips the top open before pulling it up to his mouth. With a cigarette between his lips, he pulls the pack away from his face, closing the top and placing it back into his pocket. This time, he pulls a lighter out and with the flick of his thumb, he lights the tip of the cigarette and takes a drag. Exhaling slowly, he leans his head back, looking up to the sky.

"Four hundred and fifty-four days as Jew Japan Fighting Championship's GPC dPEEg World Tag-Team Champions.

After today, it goes fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine... you get the picture."

Lowering his head, he takes another drag from the cigarette hanging from his lips. Wrapping his finger around it, he then pulls it away before speaking his final words.

"At least you tried, right? But thanks for comin' out!

It's on."