Shizuka versus Roscar

Shizuka versus Roscar Oct 8, 2016 3:36:38 GMT Caroline O'Hara Burchill likes this

Post by S H I Z U K A on Oct 8, 2016 3:36:38 GMT

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In the comfort of the living room, Keegan sat there with his arms folded across his chest. His feet kicked up on the expensive looking coffee table in front of him. His general expression appeared to be a more focused one. Due to his eyes being zeroed in on the flat screen television. On the television screen happened to be a wrestling match. To be more exact it was a wrestling match that just took place at the most recent Wicked. In the ring were Pure Amusement Wrestling stars Chris McKenzie and Roscar. The focus was on the closing moments of the match.

Roscar screaming at his opponent before throwing a punch. A punch that resulted in McKenzie leaning into it and taking it straight to the rock hard head of his. Roscar favored his hand just a little bit considering how hard he had threw that punch and how hard McKenzie’s head had seemingly appeared. Quickly, McKenzie hooked Roscar setting him up for something.

CLICK

Right in the closing moments of the match the television cut off. There was a small amount of confusion on Keegan’s expression as he looked behind him. His eyes found themselves locking on a woman he was rather familiar with. As he should be considering their relationship had been going strong for eight months. He found it a little hard to focus on her eyes or the fact that she had the remote in her hand. That had a lot to do with what she was wearing. Close to nothing at all. It was just enough to make sure she wasn’t walking around the house completely naked, but in the outfit she had on she might as well been. His eyes arched up some.

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: Can I help you with something? I was a little busy darling.

JULISSA ROBERTS: I require attention...

The Canadian with Silver hair batted her eyes. She had always been incredibly comfortable in her tattooed skin. Her long, silver toned hair had been pulled into a side ponytail that was secured with an elastic at the name of her neck. A loose, red flannel quarter-sleeved shirt draped across her body, and if the falling shoulder gave any indication, there wasn't anything on underneath. The silky material practically flowed, and ended right under the curve of her hips. Leaning over the back of the couch, she threw her arms around his neck, nibbling on his ear a bit.

JULISSA ROBERTS: All of it.

She pouted, knowing he could see it in her peripherals. Her "needing attention" was not something new to Keegan. Her neediness for his attention was a huge factor into why they were together right now, but perhaps that was another story best saved for another day.

JULISSA ROBERTS: What are you even doing anyway?

The hair instantly stood up on the back of his neck thanks to her small nibbles against his earlobe. Julissa wasn’t a stranger to what got him going or how to get under his skin. It was the exact reason why nine times out of ten she got what she wanted. And that one time she didn’t there was generally a massive blowout over it. He shook his head some trying to get the thoughts and the sensation he was feeling to shake loose for him to focus.

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: I am trying to study on the opponent I’ve got coming up in a couple days. I’ve been hearing reviews about this gentlemen, but so far I’m not impressed.

It might have made him sound a little douche-tastic. Which was not who he was, at least not when it came to wrestling. He always carried himself with a certain amount of respect and always gave people a certain amount of respect even if they didn’t technically deserve it, but from what he did see. He wasn’t impressed and there was no need for him to lie about it, especially not to her.

JULISSA ROBERTS: Sounds like a lot of wasted time to me.

Julissa stated, patting his chest gently before she stood upright completely. Brushing out the wrinkles in her shirt, she walked around the back of the couch and made her way to the front, padding on the hardwood floors with her bare feet. Still making sure to keep the remote just out of his reach, the silver-haired seductress took her favorite seat: right on his lap. Biting her lower lip with an excitable grin, she undid one of her buttons.

JULISSA ROBERTS: Time that you could have been spending on someone who is actually capable of holding their own with you...

Her bragging was complete when she dusted her shoulder off and giggled.

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: Is that what you call it now, love? “Holding your own” with me?

His lips curled into a small little smirk of his own. Keegan was by no means clueless to the little games that she liked to play. In fact he had developed a couple of his own games to match hers. His favorite game was questioning her abilities. That seemed to drive her mad and seemed to always make her want to prove him wrong. His rough hands falling to the tops of her bare thighs.

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: As much as making you gasp for air and turning your bottom several shades of red would be fun. I kind of have to focus right now. You wouldn’t want to be the reason I ended up losing would you?

That stone cold look in his eyes locked on with hers. His smirk remained curved over his lips for the moment.

JULISSA ROBERTS: Depends... would instant gratification still be on the table?

She questioned with a cheesy smile - until the rather unimpressed look crossed over his face. He never really meshed well with her sense of humor. Sighing, she removed her hands from his shoulders and instead, opted for folding them underneath her chest. With the final card she had in her deck, so to speak, she tossed it at him.

JULISSA ROBERTS: We can call it cardio?

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: Cardio?

This chuckle came from his lips that almost seemed mocking, but at the same time almost appeared genuine at the same exact time. His eyes finally settling back on hers.

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: We both know that you’re cardio isn’t up to par with mine. Though, I give it to you. You’re a lot better off than you were eight months ago. Props for that.

His own cheeky grin was spreading across his lips. As he watched those eyes narrow in a very glaring manner. Julissa never approved of having her abilities questioned or even taken lightly. His hand squeezed on that type thigh of hers.

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: But if you need attention that badly love. It’ll take fifteen minutes tops to leave you out of breath then I can come down here and get back to work. Deal?

JULISSA ROBERTS: Hold the fuck up, Keegzy!

She folded her arms a little more firmly, perching one always perfectly-shapen eyebrow to the sky. Her lips pursed together tightly. The Canadian was an athlete in her own right, and what she lacked in skill she made up for with attitude. Refusing to be spoken to like that, she wagged a finger, her sass taking over.

JULISSA ROBERTS: It's October, but you seem to forget you aren't dealing with some basic bitch here. Do you really think Oscar or Nascar or whatever the fuck his name is is going to require more than what? A half hour of Clockwork Orange-ing your eyes open to make it through his tape library?

She snickered, clearly displeased at being made a second priority. Before he had the chance to answer, she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

JULISSA ROBERTS: I thought not. So, I'm ready for you to make amends whenever you feel comfortable.

His goal was a success. He had gotten under her skin and got her to lash out a little bit. There was something about Julissa that made her all that more appealing to him when she was angry or frustrated. His lips curling into a bigger smirk with her one lone finger pressed against them. He didn’t say a word, but what he did do was move those hands from the tops of her bare thighs and scooping up under the flannel shirt she had gripping those bubble-butt cheeks that were barely covered. In one quick motion he had lifted himself and Julissa off the couch. Pausing right there with his own bare feet touching the hardwood floor of their home.

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: Has anyone told you, you’re prettier when you’re angry?

JULISSA ROBERTS: It's a start...

She scoffed, turning her nose into the air. Of course she thought she was gorgeous at any point, no matter the circumstance. Keeping her nose pointed upwards, in a snobby fashion, the Canadian wrestler questioned him.

JULISSA ROBERTS: I'd say you're ready to negotiate, then?

KEEGAN SHIZUKA: Do me a favor and just shut your trap already?

Before she could say a single word. He had countered it with meshing his lips against hers. One hand moved to yank the remote out of her grip tossing it behind him on the couch. It hit the couch with a small thud as Keegan’s hand found itself slipping right back in place. At that point he began to escort the two out of the living room area. If it was attention that she wanted, then it was attention that she was going to get. Not to mention she kind of made a point. From what he had seen from Roscar, the man wasn’t worth spending too much time on and likely couldn’t hang with him. As wrong as it might have sounded, sometimes that’s just how the cookie crumbles.

NO ESCAPE

A few days out from the Live Wicked event. Something that was going to be a little different for the man they called Shizuka. His first match in Pure Amusement Wrestling had him performing in front of a sold out crowd, but it was competing before the crowd and in the arena that PAW had seemingly made famous. Not to mention it was taped for a DVD special. Lots of editing and what not would be made for the finalized DVD of Addiction. Yet this time around Shizuka would be competing in front of a live crowd. Anything and everything could happen. Therefore the young man was going to have to come prepared.

Today, Shizuka just happened to have one of the members to Pure Amusement Wrestling’s camera crew at his mercy. To which he had every intentions of taking advantage of cue why the scene found itself fading in at that moment. For the first time since Shizuka’s debut. The focus wasn’t on the scenery. Instead the focus was simply on him. A real good close up on those icy blue eyes of his which resulted in the camera slowly starting to zoom out. With each second of zooming out more and more of Shizuka started to be shown. Starting with his face which was not covered in that traditional face paint the viewers saw last week.

Zooming out just a little more catching just the upper torso of Shizuka. One thing that was noticeable was the all black leather jacket that he had on him. The collar to the jacket was popped up on either side of his neck seemingly in a stylish manner. The silence that had been there all along was suddenly broken when Shizuka had decided that now was the perfect time for him to speak up.

“Roscar, let me start off by asking you this... Why are you wrestling?”

The question that spilled from his lips at that particular moment sounded almost a little harsh. Almost like there was some ill-will there. Some cruel intentions almost.

“What made you think for a second that it was a good idea for you to get involved with the wrestling business? What made you think that this was something that you could accomplish? What makes you think you’ve got what it takes to lace up your boots just before you go out there?”

Those comments didn’t make the situation at hand sound any better. Those icy blue eyes of his remained locked in the position that they were in and that is seemed to seal the deal on the route he was going.

“I’ve never been that guy to be down on someone for chasing after a dream or a goal that they’ve had. I’ve never been that person that wanted to call anyone a failure. Never did I want to be the man to look someone else in the eyes and just tell them they don’t have what it takes to accomplish something that is near and dear to their heart. Contrary to what some people might believe back in Japan. I by no means am a heartless person. However this is where I have to be the one to speak out. I have to be the voice of reason if you will.”

His nature seemed to lighten up a little bit. Course the question at hand was he doing so to make himself look good or was he doing so because that’s just who he was legitimately? It was far too soon for the viewers of Pure Amusement Wrestling to get any type of read on the man they knew very little about.

“By that I mean that I have to be the one to tell you, Roscar. You aren’t going to do very well here at Pure Amusement Wrestling. As a matter of fact Roscar, you aren’t going to do very well in this business at all. You’re not going to make a name for yourself. Sadly for you, the “Greek God” is simply going to be just another person in the wrestling business that didn’t have it in him to go the distance. To be a champion. To accomplish all his goals. To one day become a legend. Now I understand that might be a tough pill to swallow. There is a very good chance that my words may frustrate you. They may anger you. They may force you to feel some type of way, but before you lash out. I highly suggest that you truly think about what I am saying.”

Shizuka used this tone of voice almost like he was trying to reason with the man he was set to take on in a few days. Yet at the same time there was no way around what he said coming off some what offensive to Roscar. Something that we’d only have to assume that Shizuka has already prepared himself for.

“You’ve been part of the roster for roughly five months now. In that time I believe you’ve only won one match. I could be wrong, you might have won at most two. I couldn’t bring myself to go that far back and watch your footage. I don’t mean to sound rude when I say this, but I wasn’t impressed with the little bit that I did see. Which is why your win count is pretty low and the number of times that you have lost greatly outnumbers the wins. Now I’ve been doing this long enough to know it isn’t about wins and it isn’t about losses. There’s much-much more to wrestling than that.

Yet at the same time Roscar, you would have thought you would have started to wonder what it was going to take to get on track. Losses do pile up and it does ruin credibility. Right now you’ve got no credibility on the roster. Most people consider a match with you a walk in the park. Most people consider a match with an easy victory. In fact in your last match with that McKenzie fella. Despite being a veteran or so he says, he showed you zero respect. PAW is meant to be your home. You had been here longer. You were meant to defend it and in reality you did nothing.

You just let him kick your ass and then force you to tap out in the middle of what was meant to be your ring. Again this falls back to what I was saying. You would have to have wondered at some point. You’ve asked yourself what is it going to take. What do you have to do. How do you turn things around. I can’t imagine that you are someone that’s just going to take ass kicking after ass kicking and do nothing to change it. Then again at the same time to play devil’s advocate. I’ve seen what you can do and as I said I’m not impressed. If I’m telling you this business isn’t for you, then clearly you don’t have what it takes to turn things around.”

Once again that tone had returned in which Shizuka seemed to be a bit more on harsh spectrum. Words like that should have fired up any human being. Yet it would remain to be seen if that was the case for Roscar.

“From what I understand this connection with Wilson Frisk is meant to be your way of turning things around. It is meant to be your way of getting your feet back up and under you. It is meant to be your way of letting someone guide you down a path of greatness, because you clearly can’t lead yourself down that path. But you see the problem with letting someone else take over your path or essentially letting someone else take over your career does two things. First of all it makes you look as weak as you possibly can. Any amount of respect anyone had for you went out the window the moment you do something like hire a manager.

Not to mention it really hurts your stock when you’ve got the guy talking for you. Claiming that management is holding you down or management did something that was considered shady booking. Come on now Roscar, you’ve been in this business long enough to know that act is played out. In fact the only time that people start using those antics is when in reality they don’t have what it takes to get the job done and instead of taking the blame themselves. They’d rather put the blame on someone else and try to paint someone else to be the bad guy. And on top of all of that Roscar, considering how you’ve done nothing productive.

Considering that you’ve brought no actual talent and seemingly bring nothing to the table at Pure Amusement Wrestling. Yet they continue to put you in match after match. That alone proves that there’s nothing shady going on. That right there proves that no one is trying to hold you back. That right there proves that Pure Amusement Wrestling provides equal opportunity for everyone. No matter how good or how bad they are. So the smart thing for you to do would be to tell the man that is in charge of your entire career right now to shut his mouth before he ends up driving you and your career further into the ground.”

In that moment there seemed to be a little bit more venom delivered behind those words. Almost sounded like Shizuka was going for the kill in a way.

“And the second thing that putting someone else in charge of your career does is ensure that it doesn’t get done right. I have already pointed out that the path he is steering you down right now is the wrong one. Who knows what else will happen? What if this match happens against me and you lose. Then he decides he’s going to prevent you from competing. Try to hold the company hostage for more money or till you get handed a title shot that you don’t deserve. And in doing that the company decides not to bite which leads to them cutting their losses aka firing you right along with him. Then what do you do Roscar?”

A brief pause had escaped Shizuka’s lips as if it was a setup for Roscar to answer. Of course we all knew that was more than unrealistic at this particular moment. Yet at the same time he was bringing a valid point to the surface.

“I’ll tell you what happens then Roscar. Your career is over with the company and it didn’t end on your own terms. Not to mention that’s going to be a reputation that gets around the wrestling business. A reputation that’s going to not be viewed in a negative light and one that’s going to make most companies turn you as well as your manager away. Then you will have a reason to have your manager crying and whining about being treated unfairly, but at the same exact time it’ll be something that you brought on yourself and therefore no one is truly going to feel bad for you. I know that I won’t be one of those people.

Honestly Roscar, you’re best cutting your ties with this guy that you’ve hired as you’re manager. He’s going to do nothing for you. You’re career is too far down the drain here in Pure Amusement Wrestling. I’ve already said it once, but I’ll say it again. Nothing you’ve done has impressed me. Nothing you have done has proven to me that you’re someone that’s going to become anything in this company or this business period. I hate being that guy, I truly do but that’s just the honest to God’s truth. That’s why you don’t even need to show up for our encounter. Just tell the company you see things for how they are and leave.”

That intense look that remained in his eyes seemed to be the focus once again. The cameras even beginning to zoom in a bit as he spoke once again.

“You’d be respected more if you admitted that this wasn’t something you can do, but at the same time I’m also aware that talking to you. Trying to reason with you and trying to get you see the truth is nothing more than a waste of my time. That might be the case. I respect that. You do whatever you feel it is you need to do at the end of the day Roscar, but I promise you this much on October 14th. You’re going to lock eyes with the Akuma Warrior and when that happens. There’s no escape!”

Turns out those words coming from Shizuka’s mouth at that particular moment would be his final words of the evening. Considering the cameras were focused on just his eyes once again and the words “No Escape” were lingering in the heads of all the viewers. That was more than enough to make someone feel nervous and to make someone question what they were truly going to find themselves up against. Keegan Shizuka was one person, but the Akuma Warrior was something and someone entirely different. There was a feeling that this encounter was one that wouldn’t be forgotten.

MAN IN THE MIRROR

Standing in the locker room area the walls were rattling. That all came from the excitement of the audience that had started to pile into the arena for the live Wicked. This was going to be quite the eventful night with it being the final Wicked before Seven Deadly Sins. This was a chance for several people to stand out and find their way on that huge event that was looming. No matter what their role was that’s where they wanted to be on that night. In order to get there they had to take advantage of their last chance to impress. One person planned to take advantage of that chance to impress.

Turns out that person was a man by the name of Keegan Shizuka or known to the PAW Universe as simply Shikuza. In his debut match he didn’t disappoint by any means. He stepped into the ring with a man that claimed to be a Zombie. A man that was known for his hard hitting style, known for not knowing when to stay down, and known for taking things to the extreme when it was called for. All of which Shizkuka met head on and not only did he meet it head on, but he found a way to pick up a strong victory at the end of it all.

As great as that victory was, he still had much to prove and he had that chance tonight when he would find himself standing across the ring with a man by the name of Roscar. Shizuka found himself in that locker room that was rattling some and he was looking directly into the mirror. His face and upper chest was covered in his traditional “Akuma Warrior” face paint. Something about it gave him this edge. Something about it gave him some mystery and created an aura of some type around him. Seemingly pleased with the look. He turned to walk away, but when he did a voice out of thin air called out to him.

“Have no mercy on his soul.”

Hearing those words forced Shizuka to stop in his tracks. A small arch within his eyebrow could be seen before he slowly turned himself around. His eyes looked right back at the mirror seemingly as the voice did seem like it was coming from behind him. In locking those eyes on the mirror. All he could see was his reflection or that’s what it had appeared to be. Yet all of the sudden the reflection in the mirror seemed to take it’s own life form. Movements in the mirror were not the movements that Shizuka was making himself. Then that voice could be heard speaking again and it almost had a rather demonic tone to it.

“Did you hear what I said boy?”

Seeing this should have been something that made the normal human being run for their lives. What was taking place was anything but normal. It was almost like something you would see on the Television show Supernatural. Yet all this time Shizuka didn’t show any fear. In fact he didn’t show any real reaction at all. His eyes just focused on the mirror before he had opened his mouth to speak. In doing so the movements did not happen in the mirror he was looking into.

“I heard you, but I don’t have to do what you say.”

Shaking his head just a slight bit.

“This isn’t one of those situations where violence is needed. We did what was needed to be done against Zombie. Pure Amusement Wrestling is now very much aware of what we are capable of doing. But this time I’m facing someone that doesn’t deserve anything other than defeat. There is no need for me to cross the line.”

Shizuka seemed to be speaking up for himself for some odd reason. The reflection in the mirror had changed its posture to one that seemed rather annoyed and rather angry. In fact the eyes of the reflection had flared up into what appeared to be actual fireballs in those eye sockets.

“I didn’t ask you what was needed mortal!”

At that second the “man in the mirror” so to speak showed some more fire to him as he spoke. That demon like nature to his voice was still very much apparent and he spoke with anger. Shizuka just stood there looking back at the mirror not really showing any kind of emotion to what was taking place before him which only made the situation seem that more odd.

“I told you that you will not have mercy on his soul. Therefore you’re going to do what I tell you to do. At the end of the night I want there to be nothing left of Roscar. You are going to rip him limb from limb. You will smear his blood and guts all over that ring. You will be the most violent creature seen tonight.”

The words became more and more demanding with each word that came out of his mouth. By now the expression on Shizuka’s face was starting to change a little. It was appearing as if he wasn’t too pleased with how he was being talked to. Not even in the least bit. At that point his mouth opened as he was going to attempt to respond, but just as he opened his mouth to do so. He was cut off by the man in the mirror.

“Don’t say a word. Just do as I say or I’m going to have no choice but to take over myself. That’s the last thing you want. For if the Akuma takes over Shizuka... The warrior in you dies and if the warrior in you dies. Then your legacy dies!”

Those exact words seemed to be worded in a way to get under Shizuka’s skin. Based off his reaction it seemed to do more than that. Shizuka no longer had a response. Instead his hands laid flat on the counter before him and he looked down at his feet. There was a sinister grin crossing the lips of the reflection in the mirror as he watched this reaction come from Shizuka.

“I take it we have an understanding then?”

Sure enough the smirk remained on the face of the man in the mirror. He was taking great pride in what he was accomplishing. That being said though Shizuka didn’t respond with words. He didn’t even so much as look up at the reflection in the mirror. Instead the man began to nod his head a little bit. More so out of shame than out of complying with what was being asked of him. Once that nod came the man in the mirror had vanished just like that. Now the reflection in the mirror was just Shizuka’s shoulders from his looking down position. Lightly slamming his hands down on the counter out of frustration, he turned himself around and started to march for the locker room door. He had business he had to attend to even if he didn’t want to do it.

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