Mister Dread
League Member
::FADEIN on the NFW banner at the Paul Tsongas Arena. Standing before the banner, rubbing his hands together and grinning with malicious glee is a slim Japanese man, clad in black and silver kendo pants and soft-soled mat shoes. He stares into the camera eye, grinning hugely::
PURORESU-SAN: NFW! I am arrived! Preperatory to the smackdown which will hurt exceedingly! The foot which kicks the butt is different from the foot which maintains unpleasant contact with the genitals.
::He stops, staring wide eyed at the camera for a moment. He reaches into the back of his pants and produces a battered Japanese-to-English dictionary. He thumbs through it madly, muttering in Japanese. His eyes light up as he finds what he wants. He looks up again and begins to speak::
PURORESU-SAN: I am anti-destructable! Over all of you I will hurtle as a freight train. I PIN YOU! Ichi, ni, san! None of you has the proper amount of manliness to place yourself adjacent to me in the ring. DO NOT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!
::FADE TO BLACK::
PURORESU-SAN: NFW! I am arrived! Preperatory to the smackdown which will hurt exceedingly! The foot which kicks the butt is different from the foot which maintains unpleasant contact with the genitals.
::He stops, staring wide eyed at the camera for a moment. He reaches into the back of his pants and produces a battered Japanese-to-English dictionary. He thumbs through it madly, muttering in Japanese. His eyes light up as he finds what he wants. He looks up again and begins to speak::
PURORESU-SAN: I am anti-destructable! Over all of you I will hurtle as a freight train. I PIN YOU! Ichi, ni, san! None of you has the proper amount of manliness to place yourself adjacent to me in the ring. DO NOT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!
::FADE TO BLACK::
