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Champion's Challenge: Kin Hiroshi vs. Logic
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The Goose
* The situation makes Kin Hiroshi chuckle to himself. Beginnings seems to be around every corner. Since coming back from wrestling life, Kin has been a sought after commodity. He knows that he doesn't make or break companies, but he makes them more money. That's for damn sure. Even when wrestling the bottom of the barrel, he puts on a hell of a show, and that's what the promoters want.
At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. The thoughts of promoters hiring Kin in hopes to be the ones to see him fumble, to see him slip up are the thoughts that he doesn't want. Once those start pouring in his head, he's done for. Instead, he meditates. Well, Kin Hiroshi meditates as well as you can with a half-gallon of Grey Goose vodka sitting on the table of a private room with a stripper giving you a table dance.
Maybe it wasn't the new beginnings make Kin chuckle, but the bra now draped over his head. No matter, the camera crew is positioned in such a way to not reveal the young lady's identity or her WMDs. *
KIN HIROSHI: "Okay, I have better things to do right now than shoot off about some guy I've never really seen. Truth be told, I don't know much about this Logic fella, and I don't really care.
I mean, I could spout off word after word after word about how I'm going to beat you and face Radder or JA in the next round of the Champion's Challenge. I could say how I'm 72% badass and 28% cornbread. I could profess my masculinity by claiming to climb to the top of Mount Everest with a coathanger and my semi-erect penis.
No, honey, that wasn't your cue yet.
But I'm not going to do anything like that. In fact, I'm going to let this war of words not even exist, because I don't need to say anything to you at all, Logic. I don't need to say how bad of a wrestler you are, your own skills speak louder than I can.
Now, what do you have to say? Huh? 'Kin Hiroshi is a wash out and can't hang with the big boys anymore'? 'Kin Hiroshi, I can wrestle and I'll beat you bad'? 'Kin Hiroshi, you arrogant prick! Not only will I beat you, but I'll win the tourney too'?
Okay kid, you keep saying those things, but I don't care. In fact, I have a beautiful woman taking off her clothes for me right now while I sip on some of the 'Goose'. Life couldn't get much better, especially when I step in the ring with you and win.
Welp, I'll see ya later kid, and you guys better scram too; I think she's getting ready for the finale! Too bad you didn't drop the bills for it, it's a doozy of a show. Ping pongs, handcuffs and a cactus! If you got the cash to spend I highly suggest you do it!"
* Fade to Gold *
* The situation makes Kin Hiroshi chuckle to himself. Beginnings seems to be around every corner. Since coming back from wrestling life, Kin has been a sought after commodity. He knows that he doesn't make or break companies, but he makes them more money. That's for damn sure. Even when wrestling the bottom of the barrel, he puts on a hell of a show, and that's what the promoters want.
At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. The thoughts of promoters hiring Kin in hopes to be the ones to see him fumble, to see him slip up are the thoughts that he doesn't want. Once those start pouring in his head, he's done for. Instead, he meditates. Well, Kin Hiroshi meditates as well as you can with a half-gallon of Grey Goose vodka sitting on the table of a private room with a stripper giving you a table dance.
Maybe it wasn't the new beginnings make Kin chuckle, but the bra now draped over his head. No matter, the camera crew is positioned in such a way to not reveal the young lady's identity or her WMDs. *
KIN HIROSHI: "Okay, I have better things to do right now than shoot off about some guy I've never really seen. Truth be told, I don't know much about this Logic fella, and I don't really care.
I mean, I could spout off word after word after word about how I'm going to beat you and face Radder or JA in the next round of the Champion's Challenge. I could say how I'm 72% badass and 28% cornbread. I could profess my masculinity by claiming to climb to the top of Mount Everest with a coathanger and my semi-erect penis.
No, honey, that wasn't your cue yet.
But I'm not going to do anything like that. In fact, I'm going to let this war of words not even exist, because I don't need to say anything to you at all, Logic. I don't need to say how bad of a wrestler you are, your own skills speak louder than I can.
Now, what do you have to say? Huh? 'Kin Hiroshi is a wash out and can't hang with the big boys anymore'? 'Kin Hiroshi, I can wrestle and I'll beat you bad'? 'Kin Hiroshi, you arrogant prick! Not only will I beat you, but I'll win the tourney too'?
Okay kid, you keep saying those things, but I don't care. In fact, I have a beautiful woman taking off her clothes for me right now while I sip on some of the 'Goose'. Life couldn't get much better, especially when I step in the ring with you and win.
Welp, I'll see ya later kid, and you guys better scram too; I think she's getting ready for the finale! Too bad you didn't drop the bills for it, it's a doozy of a show. Ping pongs, handcuffs and a cactus! If you got the cash to spend I highly suggest you do it!"
* Fade to Gold *
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