Post by Roach on Apr 12, 2024 8:44:36 GMT -6
Character: Katsuyori Shibata
Alignment: Tweener
Gimmick: The wrestler. He’s back, with a mind as clear as the morning sky and strikes as hard as steel. Gone are the contempt-fueled power trips of past lives. The unrelenting desire to inflict nothing but suffering has passed him by too. He’s too old for that shit. He just wants to do what he’s the best in the goddamn world at, wrestling. He’s got company this time too, in the form of Go Shiozaki and Kazunari Murakami, two hard-hitting legends from Japan that are also looking to erase past mistakes by giving their all to the sport they love. Make no mistake about it, though. Shibata isn’t just here to have fun. He is here to win, to reclaim his spot as king. God have mercy on all that step between him and the throne.
Promo:
Open to nothingness, an empty black void. Nothing can be seen but much can be heard. The sickening sound of flesh battering against flesh echoes throughout the arena. It gets louder and louder until we’re finally graced with the sight of two men beating the living hell out of each other inside man’s greatest creation, a wrestling ring. Go Shiozaki, a familiar face in the UWF, has been forced to his knees as he looks up at the man who put him there, Kazunari Murakami… a not so familiar face. A memorable one, though. His tongue hangs out his mouth like he’s Jordan in the 90s. It’s obvious he enjoys the violence, indicated by his devilish grin. Shiozaki enjoys it too, just not in the way Murakami does.
SLAP!
Shiozaki suddenly bursts back up to his feet, fueled by nothing but love of the game, and punishes Murakami with an earth-shattering slap to the face. Some might take this as disrespect, but not Murakami. This is what he lives for. He demands another and Shiozaki obliges. Murakami immediately answers back with a slap of his own that might register on the richter scale. Shiozaki is shaken but refuses to budge and he answers seconds after, as does Murakami. And again, and again, and again, and again… until their cheeks start to bruise purple. They would’ve never stopped had they not been interrupted by one man who immediately gets both their attention upon entry.
Shibata. Who else would be overseeing such a gratuitous yet consensual display of violence between two fighters?
Shibata: Enough.
Murakami chuckles.
Murakami: But we were just getting started.
Shibata: Save it for America.
Murakami: Hmmm… when will it be time?
Shibata: Now.
Shibata turns his attention from the two men to the camera, staring bullets into the eyes of the UWF as the scene fades to black and one word graces the screen.
REBORN.
Alignment: Tweener
Gimmick: The wrestler. He’s back, with a mind as clear as the morning sky and strikes as hard as steel. Gone are the contempt-fueled power trips of past lives. The unrelenting desire to inflict nothing but suffering has passed him by too. He’s too old for that shit. He just wants to do what he’s the best in the goddamn world at, wrestling. He’s got company this time too, in the form of Go Shiozaki and Kazunari Murakami, two hard-hitting legends from Japan that are also looking to erase past mistakes by giving their all to the sport they love. Make no mistake about it, though. Shibata isn’t just here to have fun. He is here to win, to reclaim his spot as king. God have mercy on all that step between him and the throne.
Promo:
Open to nothingness, an empty black void. Nothing can be seen but much can be heard. The sickening sound of flesh battering against flesh echoes throughout the arena. It gets louder and louder until we’re finally graced with the sight of two men beating the living hell out of each other inside man’s greatest creation, a wrestling ring. Go Shiozaki, a familiar face in the UWF, has been forced to his knees as he looks up at the man who put him there, Kazunari Murakami… a not so familiar face. A memorable one, though. His tongue hangs out his mouth like he’s Jordan in the 90s. It’s obvious he enjoys the violence, indicated by his devilish grin. Shiozaki enjoys it too, just not in the way Murakami does.
SLAP!
Shiozaki suddenly bursts back up to his feet, fueled by nothing but love of the game, and punishes Murakami with an earth-shattering slap to the face. Some might take this as disrespect, but not Murakami. This is what he lives for. He demands another and Shiozaki obliges. Murakami immediately answers back with a slap of his own that might register on the richter scale. Shiozaki is shaken but refuses to budge and he answers seconds after, as does Murakami. And again, and again, and again, and again… until their cheeks start to bruise purple. They would’ve never stopped had they not been interrupted by one man who immediately gets both their attention upon entry.
Shibata. Who else would be overseeing such a gratuitous yet consensual display of violence between two fighters?
Shibata: Enough.
Murakami chuckles.
Murakami: But we were just getting started.
Shibata: Save it for America.
Murakami: Hmmm… when will it be time?
Shibata: Now.
Shibata turns his attention from the two men to the camera, staring bullets into the eyes of the UWF as the scene fades to black and one word graces the screen.
REBORN.