Post by Daisuke Iwakuma on Nov 26, 2012 19:36:31 GMT -6
It was dark, but not too dark. It was almost the kind of dim light you expected to find in a nightclub, which was exactly why Daisuke Iwakuma liked it. In all black from slacks to t-shirt and jacket, the only color being his gray scarf around his neck, the young man walked through the club. If there was one thing that could be said about Daisuke from his rivals and allies, it was that he radiated that he belonged somewhere. It was the reason a "club bunny" gravitated to him immediately.
"Wanna buy me a drink, stud?" she asked.
Daisuke ignored her, practically disgusted by the harlot nature she projected from second one.
Walking up steps past a door guarded by someone else, he slowly took the walk upstairs and stepped into the office where he was greeted. The woman was in a skirt just long enough to be professional and just short enough to radiate femme fatale, along with a tight blouse. She didn't look happy to see Daisuke, but she bit her tongue, clearly.
"I got the information you wanted, Daisuke. He's back in Southern California, took them all there. Riley, Rourke, his daughter," she said.
Ayako Igawa sighed softly at the information. She had been responsible for Daisuke's return to the United States when she revealed that Jonathan Collins had come out of retirement. With the two of them sharing the bond of their dojo, Daisuke took it upon himself to want to put an end to their exiled gaijin ace. Collins was as good as they had said he was in the ring, having unretired to a near undefeated record in UWL before circumstances found him opening EXODUS Pro, but that was neither here nor there. What mattered was that he had the gaijin in his crosshairs.
Jonathan Collins was dead, he just didn't know it yet.
"Does he know I'm coming?" Daisuke asked.
"Yes. Unlike you, he doesn't hold a grudge. He welcomes your arrival in EXODUS and expects a great deal from you as a member of the same dojo," Ayako replied.
"Silly gaijin. I don't know what you saw in him," Daisuke told her, coming over to her and touching her cheek. It practically made her skin crawl.
"He's a good man, Iwakuma-san. I can't understand your grudge," Ayako said quietly.
"Because you're foolish. You're as foolish as Itsumo, and I'm being forced to take him with me. This excursion should hopefully get this little infatuation with America out of his system," Daisuke told her, almost wanting to spit to get the taste out of his cousin's name out of his mouth. Ichi was an anchor, and Daisuke almost loathed him as much as he loathed his rival from another generation.
"No, Daisuke. You are the foolish one. You can't possibly tell me you believe yourself worthy to take him on. You have less than a year of experience and you fancy yourself an assassin. Who declared you worthy to take our House's honor on your back?" Ayako asked angrily.
Daisuke only smirked.
"So angry, flower," he said, a sinister grin curling on his face as he looked at her. "You fancy Jonathan Collins as a man who cannot be broken. I fancy him as a man who hasn't been struck in the places to damage him. For all his strengths, Jonathan Collins is human. And when I strike the right nerve, he will come unglued. Then I will win, it is that simple. My master did not dare strike him, nor did his associate Hal Snyder. I will strike him with, as one would say, great vengeance and furious anger."
Daisuke took a folder from her and looked it over, quickly reaching for a pen to sign some paper. Handing it back to Ayako, he chuckled and smirked at her.
"He's going to make me a rich man before I strike him down. Not every man can say that about his enemy," he said.
"Not unless you get fooled by the pixie," Ayako mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked, turning his head back to glare at her. Daisuke's glare was not your typical angry face. It was full of the type of fury that made Ayako fear him. Though most did not know Daisuke, she did. His family did. And this look was not one any of them wanted to see.
"Nothing, Daisuke-san," she conceded, lowering her gaze from him.
"That's right," he said, giving her a stern look before slowly starting to walk down the stairs from the office again. He knew what was going on and he couldn't be happier over it. He had his victory, even if it was small. A war like this was broken down into small battles, and this was one victory for him.
The next was coming soon. Very soon.
"It's like he wants me to win."
Daisuke Iwakuma was there, the jacket removed that he was wearing earlier. It was just the outfit and scarf as he looked at the camera, sunglasses covering his eyes as he looked at the camera, practically already taunting his opponents.
"My half-brained cousin and some delicate woman that looks more suited to be on a swimsuit calendar than in the wrestling ring? Not only has the great Jonathan Collins proven he has no idea how to scout joshi talent, but it's painfully obvious he giftwrapped a victory for me. Do you honestly expect me to lose such an easy match?" he asked, lips curling into a smirk as he moved his arms out to present himself to the audience watching.
"My cousin Itsumo Ichi is no more a professional wrestler than I am a pauper. To think that he'd even lay a finger on me and take what he knows is rightfully mine is a foolish assumption. Ichi knows his place, and he knows that if he'd like to not return to Japan in multiple pieces, he would be wise to stay out of my affairs. However, this Angel Kash girl?"
It was then Daisuke removed his sunglasses and turned to the camera, smirking.
"Well...I could find much better uses for her than being the unfortunate victim of a Dead Space. In fact, I wouldn't mind twisting and turning her body in ways that are far more comfortable and pleasurable than my Parasite Eve. However, I am a competitor. I understand that there's no time for misogyny when it comes to this. If she will not come willingly, she just might when I break her in the middle of the ring and become the odds on favorite to win the Winter Road. Who else could stop me? Justin Brooks? I hardly fear such a man that must brag about his monster status. A fat slob such as Omar Wise? Not even close," he said with a smirk.
And that's when his voice took on a little more of an arrogant tone.
"And especially not that tiny little pixie, Fiona Rourke. Remember this, Fiona. I am not a man to be trifled with You thought you had your victory over me? We are far from over," he said with a chuckle.
"I leave you all with this right now. What is coming is far beyond anything you could expect. What is starting is the beginning of my reign. He was the first, but I am the last. I am 'The Omega Man' Daisuke Iwakuma, and there is no one capable of besting me. When I make sharp examples of my cousin and Angel Kash on the first show EXODUS Pro puts on, you will understand that I am everything I claim to be."
"I am more than I claim to be."
"I am a winner, a champion, but more importantly...I am the future."
"The end."
Fade out.
"Wanna buy me a drink, stud?" she asked.
Daisuke ignored her, practically disgusted by the harlot nature she projected from second one.
Walking up steps past a door guarded by someone else, he slowly took the walk upstairs and stepped into the office where he was greeted. The woman was in a skirt just long enough to be professional and just short enough to radiate femme fatale, along with a tight blouse. She didn't look happy to see Daisuke, but she bit her tongue, clearly.
"I got the information you wanted, Daisuke. He's back in Southern California, took them all there. Riley, Rourke, his daughter," she said.
Ayako Igawa sighed softly at the information. She had been responsible for Daisuke's return to the United States when she revealed that Jonathan Collins had come out of retirement. With the two of them sharing the bond of their dojo, Daisuke took it upon himself to want to put an end to their exiled gaijin ace. Collins was as good as they had said he was in the ring, having unretired to a near undefeated record in UWL before circumstances found him opening EXODUS Pro, but that was neither here nor there. What mattered was that he had the gaijin in his crosshairs.
Jonathan Collins was dead, he just didn't know it yet.
"Does he know I'm coming?" Daisuke asked.
"Yes. Unlike you, he doesn't hold a grudge. He welcomes your arrival in EXODUS and expects a great deal from you as a member of the same dojo," Ayako replied.
"Silly gaijin. I don't know what you saw in him," Daisuke told her, coming over to her and touching her cheek. It practically made her skin crawl.
"He's a good man, Iwakuma-san. I can't understand your grudge," Ayako said quietly.
"Because you're foolish. You're as foolish as Itsumo, and I'm being forced to take him with me. This excursion should hopefully get this little infatuation with America out of his system," Daisuke told her, almost wanting to spit to get the taste out of his cousin's name out of his mouth. Ichi was an anchor, and Daisuke almost loathed him as much as he loathed his rival from another generation.
"No, Daisuke. You are the foolish one. You can't possibly tell me you believe yourself worthy to take him on. You have less than a year of experience and you fancy yourself an assassin. Who declared you worthy to take our House's honor on your back?" Ayako asked angrily.
Daisuke only smirked.
"So angry, flower," he said, a sinister grin curling on his face as he looked at her. "You fancy Jonathan Collins as a man who cannot be broken. I fancy him as a man who hasn't been struck in the places to damage him. For all his strengths, Jonathan Collins is human. And when I strike the right nerve, he will come unglued. Then I will win, it is that simple. My master did not dare strike him, nor did his associate Hal Snyder. I will strike him with, as one would say, great vengeance and furious anger."
Daisuke took a folder from her and looked it over, quickly reaching for a pen to sign some paper. Handing it back to Ayako, he chuckled and smirked at her.
"He's going to make me a rich man before I strike him down. Not every man can say that about his enemy," he said.
"Not unless you get fooled by the pixie," Ayako mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked, turning his head back to glare at her. Daisuke's glare was not your typical angry face. It was full of the type of fury that made Ayako fear him. Though most did not know Daisuke, she did. His family did. And this look was not one any of them wanted to see.
"Nothing, Daisuke-san," she conceded, lowering her gaze from him.
"That's right," he said, giving her a stern look before slowly starting to walk down the stairs from the office again. He knew what was going on and he couldn't be happier over it. He had his victory, even if it was small. A war like this was broken down into small battles, and this was one victory for him.
The next was coming soon. Very soon.
**********
"It's like he wants me to win."
Daisuke Iwakuma was there, the jacket removed that he was wearing earlier. It was just the outfit and scarf as he looked at the camera, sunglasses covering his eyes as he looked at the camera, practically already taunting his opponents.
"My half-brained cousin and some delicate woman that looks more suited to be on a swimsuit calendar than in the wrestling ring? Not only has the great Jonathan Collins proven he has no idea how to scout joshi talent, but it's painfully obvious he giftwrapped a victory for me. Do you honestly expect me to lose such an easy match?" he asked, lips curling into a smirk as he moved his arms out to present himself to the audience watching.
"My cousin Itsumo Ichi is no more a professional wrestler than I am a pauper. To think that he'd even lay a finger on me and take what he knows is rightfully mine is a foolish assumption. Ichi knows his place, and he knows that if he'd like to not return to Japan in multiple pieces, he would be wise to stay out of my affairs. However, this Angel Kash girl?"
It was then Daisuke removed his sunglasses and turned to the camera, smirking.
"Well...I could find much better uses for her than being the unfortunate victim of a Dead Space. In fact, I wouldn't mind twisting and turning her body in ways that are far more comfortable and pleasurable than my Parasite Eve. However, I am a competitor. I understand that there's no time for misogyny when it comes to this. If she will not come willingly, she just might when I break her in the middle of the ring and become the odds on favorite to win the Winter Road. Who else could stop me? Justin Brooks? I hardly fear such a man that must brag about his monster status. A fat slob such as Omar Wise? Not even close," he said with a smirk.
And that's when his voice took on a little more of an arrogant tone.
"And especially not that tiny little pixie, Fiona Rourke. Remember this, Fiona. I am not a man to be trifled with You thought you had your victory over me? We are far from over," he said with a chuckle.
"I leave you all with this right now. What is coming is far beyond anything you could expect. What is starting is the beginning of my reign. He was the first, but I am the last. I am 'The Omega Man' Daisuke Iwakuma, and there is no one capable of besting me. When I make sharp examples of my cousin and Angel Kash on the first show EXODUS Pro puts on, you will understand that I am everything I claim to be."
"I am more than I claim to be."
"I am a winner, a champion, but more importantly...I am the future."
"The end."
Fade out.
