Proof of Savagery(my first rp!)

[The Crimson Ghost!]

(The camera opens up, and the footage it is playing on your tv is clearly old and outdated. the footage is of a clear low budget ring, looking with dark, bar-like lighting and no padding on the concrete floors outside the ring. In the ring is Aragato, and a different man, in what looks to be a Tae-Kwon-Do style gi. Aragato is in the corner, receiving vicious sidekicks to the stomach, one after the other, the other one in clear control of the match. He laughs, smiles to the audience, and ends the combo with a shuffle side kick, causing Aragato's legs to fly up and for him to slump down in the corner, in prime position for mudhole stomps or a bronco buster or the like. The camera changes to another camera man, one closer to the action, and we see that the ring before them is littered with weaponry. Outside is a bunch of lighttubes in a sort of strange casing of sorts, which would allow a fellow to be slammed right into the bunch of tubes. Foreshadowing is fun. Anyway, the man in control continues to land various mudhole kicks, though they are more flashy, and more like shuffle sidekicks aimed low along with soccer kicks, then actual Austin stomps. This continues for four minutes, then the tape cuts ahead to different footage, later, to the man in the Gi busted open, on the floor, getting to his feet. Aragato is perched on the turnbuckle, chair in hand, watching, stalking and waiting. When the man in the Gi finally comes to his feet and turns around, Aragato performs a spectacular move: He throws the chair forward, at the same time that he flips forward, aiming his back at the face of the man in the Gi, with the flat of the chair between Aragato's back and Gi man's face. Aragato hits the man with such force and intensity that both figures explode, in what almost looks like ragdoll physics. Gi Man hits the ground hard, knocked out like a light, and Aragato flips after the impact in sort of a 450 splash, landing on his hands and knees about 12 feet from the opponent. The chair lands outside somewhere, completely busted. The fans explode in cheers and rambunctiousness, as neither man really is able to get to their feet. The footage jumps forward ahead still, to Aragato, now sitting on the top turnbuckle again, but this time out and wobbling, with the man on the second turnbuckle keeping Mr. Deathmatch in place with his left hand. Gi Man's right hand rummages into the front of his gi, and he comes out with a red rose, without the stem and somehow perfectly formed and not crushed by combat. He throws it to a lady in the front row, and lands what appears to be a trademark move or even a finisher, which is merely a Superplex, but it is done with authority, causing Aragato to spasm in pain from the impact. The Gi Man crawls over to Aragato, draping his body over Aragato's, as the ref counts. 1! 2! THR-kickout! Everyone is going nuts, out of they're chairs and exclaiming loudly, as Gi Man looks up at the ref with a pained expression, clearly not wanting to fight anymore. He looks down at the seemingly unconscious Aragato, only to get a facefull of Obsidian Scourge from the Kabuki faced wrestler lying on the ground! The man falls backward, clawing at his eyes, screaming loudly in pain and Korean. The film cuts forward, again, to Gi Man on the turnbuckle, but facing outward, toward the announce tables, but really toward the case of light tubes. Aragato is somehow perched out there, with the man in a front headlock, the Gi Man's left arm draped over the back of Aragato's neck. blood is pouring from the forehead of the man over the turnbuckle attachments and the apron and concrete, etc. the crowd is silent, aghast at the knowledge of what Aragato will do. Aragato exclaims loudly in his typical gibberish, and in a display of power lifts the same sized man in a superplex, right into the light tubes below, which explode and shatter at the impact. Both men shout loudly, but Gi Man clearly has taken the worst of it. He doesn't move as Aragato slowly climbs to his feet, bare soles crunching on glass shards, different shards embedded in his back and thighs, quite a few in his hair. However, he doesn't seem to bothered by these, and looks at Gi Man, who isn't moving. Aragato looks up, totally winded and catching a breather. The camera freezes, tightening up on the shot and slowly turning to black and white as a deep voice speaks in Japanese. As always, English subtitles are provided.)

Voice: It is through matches like these that earned Aragato his nickname, Mr. Deathmatch. It is in this element of blood and and pain that he thrives, in this niche of steel chairs and barbed wire that he excels. When Mr. Deathmatch steps into the ring with twelve other, highly capable combatants, a furious storm shall be unleashed, the likes of which has not been seen for some time. When mr. Aragato comes out of retirement and sizes up his prize, the Hardcore Championship, a single prayer shall be spoken. Not for Mr. Aragato, but for the unfortunate individuals cursed with combating this man. When the Legend of Kyoto unleashes his 21 deaths upon those who would cross him, Hiroshima shall dawn upon GiW.

(fades to black.)

OOC: Not the best of rps, I know, but since the character doesn't talk, at all, it's kind of hard to set up any kind of trash talking rp...hopefully, I haven't posted this past the deadline...