Posted at 5:54 am on Jun 27, 2007 by:
King Gojinn
Starting Trouble...
The shadows encompassed the mansion living room. The flat screen plasma flickered light across it, but that was the only thing moving. Not even the eyes of our King move, as he stares blankly at the screen. A bead of sweat has formed on his face, partially from the heat in the house, and partially from the rage building within him. He wears a pair of basketball shorts, and a white beater, trying to combat the hundred degree Fahrenheit weather outside. However, it wasn’t working now that he had seen the conferences of one Alvar Creed. His frustration was so intense, he stood, and flipped the glass coffee table over, thankfully not breaking it as it rolled over.
He was furious, and his arms clenched and unclenched wildly, as he walked through to his trophy room. He waved his hand at the AC dial, and cranked it telekinetically from across the room. He saw the dial spin, and heard a gentle hum around the house, as the central air came to life, blowing a refreshing cool air into the mansion. Gojinn steps into the trophy room, and grabs his wrestling gear, all hanging up, or specially placed on shelves just before the trophies and plaques in the room. He places his black sunglasses on, and his finger gloves, quickly stripped off the shorts and tossing them aside into the main foyer. He grabs the trademark black baggy pants, and shoves one leg in, followed by the other, quickly pulling them to his waist. His shoes are the next to be placed on, and he ties these tight. He puts on a belt, and watch, grabs his trench, and slings this on as well.
His shoes slap against the green marble, and he stomps off towards the door, a smug grin spreading across his face, as he realizes he’s going to be victorious in this “battle”. He stops, and pulls his cell phone out, opening it up. He thumbs through his contacts, and finds a publicist he knows all too well. He pushes the ‘talk’ button, and slowly moves the phone to his ear. A voice answers from the other end.
I need a press conference in thirty minutes.
That was all he said, and then he slapped the phone shut, and tucked it into his pocket. Alvar Creed was basing his whole campaign on Gojinn’s attempted murder of him. Of course, he couldn’t outright admit that in public, he had covered it up, and it was case closed basically. Creed couldn’t call out Gojinn on it, since he had tried killing Gojinn to begin with. It was insanity, attributing the car explosion to terrorism. Especially terrorism in the United States!! At a live event with security that was insanely tight!!! Gojinn was unsure of how he had even escaped at this point.
The point of his press conference would remain hidden from everyone at this point, but Gojinn immediately realized he needed something…more for his broadcast tonight. He pulled the cell phone out once more, and flipped through his contacts, digging deeper now. Finally he found the number of someone he relied on for most of his televised segments. He put the phone to his ear after dialing…
I need your help for a conference in about thirty minutes. Can you work that quick? Good…
Gojinn prepared to strike…
-TBC
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