Sunday, January 20, 2013

A faithful encounter! Rematch with Big Dave?!

Boston. The birth place of Tensai. But his spiritual home was Japan. But traveling from Japan to the US on a weekly basis would be difficult even for such a dominating bruiser. Tensai's wish is that the EBWF would soon tour Japan so that he could be welcomed with a massive ovation and multiple parades. But for now he sat in his home in a bright red reclining chair that was as bright and vibrant as his fighting spirit. 

His living room:

A television currently playing an anime involving school girls blowing up monsters while a peppy pop song played along with it.

A large black shelf frame that sported various figurine's that Tensai drew inspiration from.

A mini fridge.

His black and gray cat that contently played with a feline toy. 

Titles hanging on the walls from various Japanese promotions.

Tensai was dressed in jeans with a gray t-shirt that had Japanese symbols on it that foolish gajins would not be able to understand. His face was that of deep concentration. He had met Dave Batista once in battle. They were like two rampaging bulls engaged in a symphony of pain and carnage. Dave was successful in that encounter. But this time would be different. The indomitable will of Tensai would not be denied. He would claim a victory in spectacular fashion and the American audience would truly know how powerful his resolve was. His eyes narrowed to further display his state of thought.

Portia Perez: This is weird.

Nicole Matthews: What? The fact that he's been sitting there like that for an hour or because he's such a freaky otaku? 

A handy caption appeared at the bottom of the screen.

OTAKU - People with obsessive interests, particularly (but not limited to) anime and manga.

Portia Perez: Both. Also. Are those tattoo's on his face real or does he put them on every day?

Tensai was now alone. He was joined by his Canadian Ninja associates who were both seated on a love seat. Also red. They both slumped lazily as they were unable to appreciate Tensai's intense dedication. His mighty head suddenly shot towards Portia and Nicole.

Tensai: Ninja #1 Your t-shirt is not acceptable!

Nicole Matthews: Is he talking to you or me?

Portia Perez: Hey, Lord Albert Tensai Train. Which one of us is #1 again?

An equally mighty finger was directed in Portia's direction and the blue shirt she wore which featured an image of Cookie Monster's face.

Portia Perez: I like cookie's man.

Tensai: Japan is filled with FAR SUPERIOR enchanting and delightful characters that would better suited for your shirt.

Nicole Matthews: Let's forget about Portia's shirt. You've got a match with Batistia.  He put a beating on you last time.

Portia Perez: More like BaCheeseta

Nicole Matthews: Could you imagine if he came out dressed like a block of cheese while doing that machine gun dance thing he does?

Portia Perez: I can try.

Tensai: ENOUGH!

Tensai rose from his chair and gripped the love seat that Portia and Nicole were seated on and began to hoist it above his head. The two young women clung onto each other for dear life.

Nicole Matthews: The hell are you doing?!

Tensai: YAAAAAAAAAAH! Strength fills my every vein! Power flows through my body! Batistia will FALL! 

A buzz came to the front door.

Tensai: TAKE OUT HAS ARRIVED!

The loveseat was dropped back to the floor and Portia and Nicole nearly fell off. Tensai's strength and exuberance had no equal. After opening the door he payed the delivery boy for his goods and services and left a hearty tip. Tensai always tips well. He rushed to the kitchen area with both arms filled with bags of carry out.

Tensai: Ninja's! We must feast! THERE IS NO TIME FOR LOAFERS!

Nicole and Portia remained firmly seated where they were as still in awe at the display shown by mighty Tensai. Or they were just afraid that he would have thrown them out the window. 

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