Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2022 2:15:40 GMT
The scene cuts to a pre recorded segment. Standing in front of a Tokyo Metropolitan Wrestling banner, one of the trainers of the DOJO Reo Ojima, has his arms crossed and doesn’t seem to be in the best of moods as he stairs a hole into the camera. Giving a big sigh, Reo begins to speak in his native Japanese. Luckily for the viewers at home, English subtitles appear on the bottom of the screen. Or Spanish since this is a Lucha promotion. Whatever, Reo doesn’t care.
Reo Ojima: Pollo Road. The only reason why I agreed to this match and to come to your show is because I owe a favor to the guy running the place. Back in 2003 he got me out of some “trouble” while I was in his neck of the woods. I was hoping he’d forgotten about it….but the son of a bitch didn’t. So, here I am. And what type of match am I in? A one on one match? A submission match? A best of three match? Or even a title match
Reo sighs as he puts his hands on his hips.
Reo Ojima: No. You put me in a fucking tag match with a bunch of high flyers and Lucha assholes. Look at me! You think I’m built for Lucha? I’m in my fucking 50’s. All my joints are shit. I don’t have the cardio to run and fly all over the place. I’m not going to Lucha, I’m going to beat the shit out of you. I’m going to tear your wings off and have you flop around on the ground like a fucking fish. And then I’m going to gut you like a fish while ground and pound you until you either submit or you die. Speaking of dying, anyone does any Lucha shit on me you will fucking die. Do you understand me? I ain’t fucking around. I only have a few years left in this industry and I ain’t getting it cut down because you want to do some flying cutter or springboard kick, or some 360 fart in the wind body splash. I see any of that crap in the ring with me then I’m breaking fingers. After I’m done with fingers I’m breaking toes. After I run out of toes I’m breaking your fucking head. I hope we’re clear because if I’m not then I’ll show you once we get in that ring.
Reo’s heated. You can see the blood vessels popping out of his skull as his blood shot eyes stare a hole into the camera. Seeing that his blood pressure is probably high, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of pills. Placing a couple in his hand, Reo places it in his mouth and chases it down with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Reo isn’t phased at all as he finishes the promo while putting the bottle away.
Reo Ojima: David Troy, Red Tiger King and Ultimo Pollo IV. Great competitors. Haven’t seen what they’ve done lately but I’m sure they’ll put up a fight. My tag partners? No fucking clue. But I hope they have their working boots on because they’re going to be doing most of the work while I sip on a margarita with salt on the brim and one of those little umbrellas. I’m not here for fame or experience or even a pay day. Going to Pollo is one of the last things I want to do. I’m here to repay a debt and that’s it. So don’t start shit with me or try to make a name off of my career. Because if I have to come back to Pollo to bury loose ends then everyone is going to pay. Got it?
Pulling out a cigar and lighting it up, Reo takes a few drags from it before finishing up the promo.
Reo Ojima: I’ll see you when I see you…..assholes.
Reo Ojima: Pollo Road. The only reason why I agreed to this match and to come to your show is because I owe a favor to the guy running the place. Back in 2003 he got me out of some “trouble” while I was in his neck of the woods. I was hoping he’d forgotten about it….but the son of a bitch didn’t. So, here I am. And what type of match am I in? A one on one match? A submission match? A best of three match? Or even a title match
Reo sighs as he puts his hands on his hips.
Reo Ojima: No. You put me in a fucking tag match with a bunch of high flyers and Lucha assholes. Look at me! You think I’m built for Lucha? I’m in my fucking 50’s. All my joints are shit. I don’t have the cardio to run and fly all over the place. I’m not going to Lucha, I’m going to beat the shit out of you. I’m going to tear your wings off and have you flop around on the ground like a fucking fish. And then I’m going to gut you like a fish while ground and pound you until you either submit or you die. Speaking of dying, anyone does any Lucha shit on me you will fucking die. Do you understand me? I ain’t fucking around. I only have a few years left in this industry and I ain’t getting it cut down because you want to do some flying cutter or springboard kick, or some 360 fart in the wind body splash. I see any of that crap in the ring with me then I’m breaking fingers. After I’m done with fingers I’m breaking toes. After I run out of toes I’m breaking your fucking head. I hope we’re clear because if I’m not then I’ll show you once we get in that ring.
Reo’s heated. You can see the blood vessels popping out of his skull as his blood shot eyes stare a hole into the camera. Seeing that his blood pressure is probably high, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of pills. Placing a couple in his hand, Reo places it in his mouth and chases it down with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Reo isn’t phased at all as he finishes the promo while putting the bottle away.
Reo Ojima: David Troy, Red Tiger King and Ultimo Pollo IV. Great competitors. Haven’t seen what they’ve done lately but I’m sure they’ll put up a fight. My tag partners? No fucking clue. But I hope they have their working boots on because they’re going to be doing most of the work while I sip on a margarita with salt on the brim and one of those little umbrellas. I’m not here for fame or experience or even a pay day. Going to Pollo is one of the last things I want to do. I’m here to repay a debt and that’s it. So don’t start shit with me or try to make a name off of my career. Because if I have to come back to Pollo to bury loose ends then everyone is going to pay. Got it?
Pulling out a cigar and lighting it up, Reo takes a few drags from it before finishing up the promo.
Reo Ojima: I’ll see you when I see you…..assholes.