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Post by Mike 'Money' O'Malley on Jun 19, 2014 10:03:44 GMT -5
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Post by Kenshin Takamura on Jun 24, 2014 15:37:55 GMT -5
Prologue For a decent amount of time, Online Championship Wrestling had been a place I had learned to love and respect. I even spent my own hard-earned money to assist OCW on its path to success, but, in the end, none of it mattered. In my last match in OCW, at Total Demolition, I competed in an Ultimate X Match against Pryde, leader of Operation Zero, and despite having the OCW Southern Championship in my hands first somehow Pryde still ended up having his hands raised in the end. That wasn’t what ended my stint in OCW though. Earlier in the night, it was revealed that a man known as Lurrr would take over the overall operations of OCW instead of President Dean. I disagreed with the way Lurrr did business and, the next thing you know, sayonara, Kenshin Takamura. I went from having the OCW Southern Championship, one of the keys to becoming OCW’s World Champion, to being fired within a short matter of time.
Despite being sacked by OCW, MJ Bell, my best friend, stuck around and actually had a pretty successful run in OCW. I later found out, though, that Dean’s leaving had been nothing more than a scam. A test. Something to tell the management who was loyal to the company and who wasn’t. Obviously, I hadn’t shown enough loyalty by giving them my money. After being released from OCW, I returned to Japan to tend to my family’s dojo and have been doing that ever since.
During the time I was away though, I found out that MJ had hooked up with the very man I despise. A despicable man. A man who tried to rape her which ruined our friendship because of how she came to me after he attempted to rape her, pulling the wool over my eyes. I found out how she really felt once her Pay-Per-View match rolled around. She turned on her friend, Mia Stone, and myself essentially disgracing our friendship and me in the process. Just recently we have somewhat patched things up. Hopefully one day things can go back to the way they were before Ian Bishop, but that isn’t why we’re here. No Limit Wrestling needs a No Limit Wrestling Heavyweight Champion and High Stakes is where that champion will be crowned. Mike O’Malley came to me and wanted me to quote him “be NLW’s savior.” I claim to be no such thing, but I will not lose at NLW High Stakes…
Dojo of the Yakuza “KYAH!” The release of noise came from many, not just one, in unison. There were at least twenty students practice their karate form, making sure to keep a perfect horse stance as they held out their hand which was balled up in a tight, strong fist. “Futatabi!” As the command, which meant “again” in Japanese, was called out, each of the students lashed out with a perfectly executed punch, pausing in place as they awaited the next command. In front of the whole group of students, there was one man walking with his hands behind his back. This was Kenshin Takamura. His eyes narrowed as he examined each of his students’ form. His eyes would scan from their feet all the way up to their eyes, looking for any simple issue with their stance. One of his students made the mistake of looking him in the eyes as he passed causing Kenshin to abruptly halt in front of him. Kenshin Takamura: “Me ga tensō!” (“Eyes forward!”) He roared the words at the student as if he were a fierce, angered tiger. It was quite effective too because the student’s eyes immediately snapped forward into a thousand-mile stare as if nothing else were around him. That was what Kenshin expected of these men, but he would have to make an example of this one at least to some extent.
Takamura stepped closer to the student with his face dangerously close to the other man’s ear. He then spoke in a loud, strong voice to make sure all of the other students could hear him clearly.
“You disgrace your family and the rest of the Yakuza around you. You had better keep yourself disciplined or I will do it for you. I lead by example, gentlemen. I would not expect you to do anything that I would not. At the same time, I WILL discipline as I was disciplined.” The man known as the Tokyo Tiger stepped toward the front of the class once more so everyone could see him. He turned away from his students and removed the top of his gi, allowing it to slide to the ground. A gasp rose from the students that were new in the crowd, but the others knew of his training ways and how he had come to attain the welt-like scars on his back.
Kenshin turned his head to the side so those behind him could see the side of his face and the seriousness in his eyes as he spoke once more.
“This is what you can expect from failure, gentlemen! I expect perfection. Complete perfection! I do not expect it all in one day, but I do expect you to constantly move forward. To strive for perfection. Now…”
The veteran fighter turned toward the students, standing strong. His strong, well-built body was obvious proof that he took every part of his training very seriously... not to mention the look on his face which displayed that he would not accept any nonsense from his students.
“Are there any questions...?"
There wasn't a sound from Kenshin's students. Not a peep. Meanwhile, Takamura glanced about with a look of skepticism.
“...is that the answer all of you are going with?"
Once again, he paused long enough to take in his students' reactions, awaiting some sort of question from them. He took a tour across the front of the room this time though, looking upon each man in the front row. He examined their eyes as he passed, judging if they were serious and ambitious men. Some where, but others he wasn't quite sure, and still others he knew, in the end, wouldn't be able to keep up with the rest. That wasn't Kenshin's problem though. Most of the men were bad men so he had no remorse. Yes, he was teaching them to be weapons, but many of them would be dead soon enough anyway. At length, as he continued walking, he finally spoke.
“So many of you, in fact, all of you act so brave. You act as if you're the honorable men that you claim to be. That isn't my problem though. None of you are my favorite. In fact, I don't want a single one of you…” Takamura's eyes stopped on a single student, who seemed rather intimidate by his gaze. He turned to the next one causing the intimidated student to draw another breath.
“To get the idea that I am cheering you on. I am paid solely to teach you how to be better fighters so you won't be a disgrace to whatever Yakuza family you might have slithered her from. Now, get back to work before I teach all of you what the scars on my back felt like when I first had the honor of recieving them. Get to it!”
Immediately, the students began training again. As they did, an older gentlemen who had been patiently standing off to the side, beckoned to Kenshin for him to come over. Catching sight of the elder gentlemen, Kenshin nodded and headed straight to him. After he had his back turned to all of his students, he smirked at the old man who led him to the small office beyond. As the old man turned back to Kenshin, the younger man bowed quite low to him. The old man beckoned for him to rise back up as if he didn't want to be given such an honor.
“To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Fujito?”
Takamura asked the question as he stood back to his normal stature as his eyes examined the older man's eyes, trying to read them. At length, Mr. Fujito smiled at Kenshin as if he were his own son.
Mr. Fujito: “Kenshin, your agent contacted me.”
Kenshin Takamura: “What did he want?” Mr. Fujito: “He spoke of a man named O'Malley. He just recently bought a company known as No Limit Wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada. Apparently, O'Malley really wants you to be apart of the company and is offering you a pretty lucritive contract.”
While Mr. Fujito spoke, Kenshin listened quietly until he was finished then he answered in a calm manner.
Kenshin Takamura: “Hm. Lucritive contracts aren't what interest me, Mr. Fujito. I would expect you to know that of all people since you've known me longer than anyone other than my mother.”
Mr. Fujito: “I know that quite well, but there's more. A young talent by the name of Jason Cruze has offered his spot up in the Main Event of High Stakes because he wants to see NLW succeed. He also doesn't think he is quite ready for such a stage. In turn, he and his tag team partner are challenging for the Tag Team Championships. Before you object, hear me out, Kenshin, NLW already has a wide array of talent new-comers to wrestling AND a wily veteran by the name of Defecto, who is their Nevada State Champion.”
This time, Kenshin seemed to take sudden interest the moment the name Defecto was uttered. His eyebrow arched as he glanced at his old friend to see if he was serious. Of course he was, Mr. Fujito never joked about such things.
Kenshin Takamura: “Looks like I'm headed back to the United States. Book the flight and inform the families that I am leaving the dojo in your quite capable hands. Now, Mr. Fujito, if you will excuse me... I have a bunch of Yakuza whelps to train.”
With that, Kenshin Takamura bowed low once more to his elder, who, in turn, bowed back. After returing to his normal height, Kenshin glanced at the older man one last time before heading toward the doorway into the training area, but stopped abruptly as the old man brought up one last thing.
Mr. Fujito: “And what of Miss Bell?”
Without turning back to look at Mr. Fujito, Kenshin answered while focusing on his students who were, once again, practicing their punching form to the cadence of the apparent ranking Yakuza member.
Kenshin Takamura: “...this is about the honor and spirit of competition, not about MJ.”
When Mr. Fujito didn't answer Kenshin after a long pause, Kenshin began walking toward his students once more, leaving Mr. Fujito grinning proudly at the man who was very much like a nephew to him...
Tsunami Warning The scene opened up to show Kenshin Takamura standing in a room specifically set up for wrestlers to cut promos in. Behind him, there is the sleek, new NLW logo displayed proudly. The one known as the Tokyo Tiger seemed to have an intense air emanating from his very being. Before speaking, Kenshin bowed to the camera.
Kenshin Takamura: “Conichiwa. For those who are not familiar with my face, I am 'Tokyo Tiger' Kenshin Takamura. Some know me as Japan's Greatest Export. Unlike some people out there, I actually live up to the title. I have won numerous prizes over my career and come High Stakes, I look to add yet another, the NLW Heavyweight Championship. Two men stand in my way of salvation though, Nicky Laine and Sgt. Justice. I can take nothing away from those two men as they scratched and clawed to get where they are, and lo and behold, here I am just being given a title shot at High Stakes for signing a piece of paper. The way I see it, gentlemen, is it would be far more disrespectful to not show up to fight for the title after being added to the match.”
“For some reason, Mr. O'Malley is naming me the savior of NLW, but I cannot accept such a title. I will accept being crowned NLW's first Heavyweight Champion because thanks to you two fighters, it has a name. The title has an identity. It has prestige and there hasn't even been a first champion yet. That's saying a lot.”
The Japanese fighter wetted his lips with his tongue just slightly as he continued.
“Sgt. Justice, you truly have shown yourself to be a true partiot of your country by overcoming obstacle after obstacle in this tournament, but the road unfortunately, for you, hits an abrupt dead end for you. One day, I'm sure you will bask in the glory of hoisting the NLW Heavyweight Championship over your head, but, I can assure you, it isn't your time. Not yet, not now. The same goes for Nicky Laine, but he is a different animal still.”
“Almost since NLW opened, the fans have witnessed one of the most charismatic men on the microphone in Nicky Laine. You've awed the fans with your Bad or Rad segment of your very own talk show. You've inspired everyone with your laid back attitude. There's no doubt that you're a star, but all of that has no bearing on what is going to take place at High Stakes. All of your charisma and laid back lifestyle might as well be carried away by the wind because charisma doesn't kick you in the head... and being laid back doesn't elbow you in the chin. They won't earn you belts, but they will earn you a nap long enough for me to walk out as the first NLW Heavyweight Champion.”
“You have been given your warning, gentlemen.” With that, the scene slowly faded to a black screen with the words #TsunamiWarning across it before cutting to black completely…
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