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Sore Loser; After match w/ Rogers & fall of Thaddius
Topic Started: Apr 10 2012, 06:01 PM (165 Views)
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::Shoryu stood alone in the ring after Faith and Jake finished their celebration and their exodus into backstage. With his hands on his hips, he took a minute to think about what just happened and shook his head left to right. Aggravated that all eyes were on him, he furrowed his brow and tucked his arms in his sleeves and stretched them out in opposite direction, ripping the pink Gi he was forced to wear for the second this part of the match in two, Hulk Hogan-style. Showing he had no desire to be Dan Hibiki, he stomped on the Gi one time before, smearing it across the canvas with his boot. He limped over into the ropes by the commentary table. He stepped through the middle rope, onto the apron, then hopped onto the floor. He made a pass by the timekeeper's table, who handed him his black Ray Ban Wayfarers. He put them back on, shielding the expression of his eyes.

Shoryu began his walk of a shame up the aisle, with a predictably incredibly pissed off pouty face. The crowd reaction was mostly a combination of laughter in the "I told you so" manner from the male fans, and straight up booing from mainly the female fans, who Dan went great lengths to offend with his misogynistic tirades against Faith Rogers. While limping up the aisle, a die hard Shoryu fan w/ dreadlocks, piercings, and a "Frequency" t-shirt extended his right arm over the barricade. Shoryu wiped the sweat from his brow and casually smacked the mans hand. Continuing his walk, another hand tried to get in his way, reaching for a five, but Shoryu ignored it, in his own little world of thoughts. Finally, a father standing next to his wife, held a little kid up to the barricade. The kid yelled to Shoryu. wearing a Boys sized "Green Void" t-shirt, with a cartoonish picture of a smiling black-faced man with black and green shoulder pads::

"Dan SHORE-YOUUUUUUUU!"

::Shoryu turned his attention to the little kid, who had his hand extended towards him for a high five. Shoryu reached out of his way to try to connect his palm with the little kid's, but he was tricked! With a mischievous look on his face, the boy quickly jerked his small arm back. The father, the mother, and some of the humanoids immediately surrounding the boy laughed. The mother brushed her hand up and down through her boy's hair, with body language implying 'Good job sweetheart!'

Shoryu turned away, shaking his head left to right, and then looking downwards in disgust until he made it behind the curtain into the gorilla position. He quickly glanced to the left at Domino, who was standing there, jogging in place with the RCWF World Championship belt around his waist. Dan didn't say anything to who was technically his stable-mate, nor did his stable-mate pay any attention to him. He continued into the halls backstage, past camera men, referees, road agents, janitors, RCWF Crew members, and over into the Team Thad locker room.

There was an eerie silence in the locker room of the team, who's leader had just been sent to the hospital by his zombiefied son. Save for Dan, not a member of Team Thad was present in the room, or so he thought. Shoryu stood still, looking at all the food, furnishings, and personal items belonging to wrestlers scattered around the room. He took a moment to let the anger inside fester before it began: rampage!

First, he went for the the furniture. He spotted the lamp in the corner. He picked it up and with his right arm, swung it, letting go of it and hurling it into the wall shattering the porcelain in a hundred pieces, bending the copper that held the bulb, smashing the bulb and putting a hole in the lampshade that fell to the floor.

Then, he went for the food! He went over to a table hosting a vegetable tray and brought his palm upwards into the bottom of the tray, flipping it over sending carrots, celery sticks, and ranch dressing all over the place!

Next, he went for the clothing. He walked over to Nathan Moore's spare cowboy hat that was sitting in a cubby hole over a locker. He pulled it out of place, put it on his head, and shuffled around, shimmying his shoulders like jackass, with an obnoxious jaw-dropped expression of the mouth. He took the hat off, tossed in the air, making a sarcastic proclamation.::

"Oooooh, I'm Nathan James!"

He was mistaking Nathan Moore's name for 'The Eliminator' Nathan James. He let the hat fall on the floor before he immaturely stomped on the inanimate object a few times.

Finally, he went for more food. He grabbed a tray of turkey, ham, and roast beef, finger sandwiches he found on the table, and held it in the air in a body slam position before he found out...he wasn't alone after all. A voice off screen intervened.::

"NO! NOT THE FINGER SANDWICHES!"

::Shamu emerged from the bathroom, with panic written all across his fat, double-chinned, Balls Mahoney looking face. He jogged over, huffing and puffing over towards Dan to try and save them, but it was too late. Shoryu looked back at Shamu and shook his head left to right one time, before slamming the finger sandwiches into Nathan Moore's hat, smashing bits of bread, turkey, ham, roast beef, and mayonnaise all over the rim and insides of Moore's hat. Shamu dropped to his knees, as if he had just watched a loved one being shot and, and stroked the food covered hat as if he were trying to nurse it's bullet wounds and listen to it's last dying words.::

"Why Dan?!?!? The Finger sandwiches. Why'd you have to do it? Oh sweet turkey and roast beef...."

::Shamu stuck his finger in the disgusting residue that filled Nate Moore's spare hat and dipped it into his mouth, sucking and relishing the flavor of the food that was completely out of shape. Shoryu looked down at Shamu and shook his head left to right and made a comment for a first time since losing the match::

"Every year your weeble wobble ass seems to fit in more and more around here. Look at yourself. You're not an athlete! All you do is eat! This is a sports entertainment company. You're out of shape, and somehow no one talks to you like you're out of place."

::Shamu defensively responded.::

"You know what Shore-you? Food is the number one topic of conversation on Earth!"

::Shoryu, still in a fit of anger from his loss, kicked Shamu one time in the stomach while he was on the ground, not paying attention to what Shamu had to say. Shamu panted and crawled forward, now in tears, crying from the cruelty of Dan Shoryu. Shoryu could be a ruthless bastard, carelessly administering mental pain with the destruction of of Shamu's sandwiches, and physical pain from kicking the man while he was down. Shamu, now on his hands and knees, looked up at Dan Shoryu with another honest attempt to tell him off.::

"Fuck you, Dan. You can't tell me nothing about being out of place! Where else is there for a sore loser like you?"


::Shoryu heard that one. It resonated in his head, and he stood still with his hands at his hips letting it simmer for a bit. Shamu crawled away, back into the bathroom. He then mule kicked the door behind him until it slammed shut. A locking of the door was heard. Shoryu went over to one of the lockers containing his belongings. He pulled out a nostalgic gray and black "Property of USHW" t-shirt, USHW being United States Hardcore Wrestling, the Thad Inc. fed Dan led to victory as President in the Thad Inc. fed wars. He pulled it on, over his head and grabbed his luggage that was in one of those boxy suitcases with wheels you drag behind you with a handle. He rolled his luggage out, behind him as he exited the locker room.

It was pretty clear that this carnation of Team Thad would be considered disbanded by next week on PainKiller. Thaddius was in the hospital now, and due to the conditions of a Night Of The Immortals loss to his son, will have to spend a whole month in whatever they called that mansion where they will probably shape him into a zombie. Shoryu had burnt any bridge he had with Nate Moore with that cowboy hat stunt, and besides that, the fate of Nate's career was on the line tonight against Mr. Troupe. And from the looks of his last promo, Jonathan Kaos seemed to be hinting at defecting from Team Thad. It was clear Shoryu never wanted to be aligned with him anyway. Although he had a great deal of respect for him professionally, Kaos had too much of a hand in the bottle rocket incident for Shoryu to ever truly like him.

What was next for Dan Shoryu? He dragged his luggage behind him, made his way out of the automatic arena doors and walked towards curb of the street Justin Rom was, for some reason, hanging out outside, leaning with his back of his white collared shirt against a concrete column.Why the number one contender for the Federation Title/ GM of Demolition was outside of the arena, and not busy in a locker room or an office was a mystery. A taxi cab pulled up in front of the curb. Shoryu walked past Rom. Rom adjusted his glasses, leaned forward and cupped his hands to his mouth yelling at the taller man who just walked past him.::

"See you at Shotgun, Shoryu!"

::Without looking back, Shoryu hoisted his free arm in the air with the peace sign signaled towards Rom before he stepped to the curb. Shoryu then stashed his luggage in the trunk of the taxi, closed it shut, and then hopped in the back seat and slammed the door as it cruised away into the full-mooned city night.::
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