Mr. Danger is continue to run the danger through Zero1, come out David Carradine look to Flash Gordon soundtrack. He is danger simple man scar multiplied ultimate, versus beauty youth athlete impeccable. How will time fade do justice or not so? Sometimes it's fun to write like babelfish translations.
Matsunaga plays the bitch early in this match, being worked over by Fudo before the bell, whose young pretty face I imagine is about to get scarified. Matsunaga, as soon as he switches the momentum, pulls a giant tapes pencil or some shit from his boot and starts to bludgeon the much younger much handsomer much more mainstreamily-accepted foe. Oh, it's a fork, and he pokes blood from the forehead ringside. Seriously, he's bleeding rather profusely and nicely; all the while, Mr. Danger looking dapper and evil Chuck Norris-esque in his black gi with trim beard and crows foot wrinkled face. This is some sort of invasion angle or evil force amidst good ole Zero One angle or something, and the handsome young wrestler in white trunks wrestling on a white mat against the old freak in the black outfit who then proceeds to draw blood from the young virile kid and spread it across the canvas and ringside area - it's a nice color visual of bad totally staining the goodness of things. Film school nerds would be proud. Fudo Masato Tanaka's a chairshot to the head though, and FIRES UP for a comeback. Brainbuster followed by top rope legdrop, but it doesn't pin Matsunaga. For real, dude's been dropped through barbed wire nets and shit; you ain't gonna pin him with some legdrop nonsense. Pile of chairs gets set up, and as Fudo comes for him, Mr. Danger is digging in his boot again. Powerbomb onto chairs, pinfall attempt by handsome youngster, only to get blasted by fire in his face, and of course pinned by Mr. Danger. You'd think someone would be able to roll out of a pinfall attempt after the ol' fire in the eyes thing, as you'd want to be rolling around anyways. Matsunaga continues the beatdown, and help comes, but there is more flash paper at hand, so more eyes burn with the hatred a bitter old scarred fuck feels towards wrestling's more palatable for the public pretty boys. Then he bloodies up the physics teacher-bespectacled timekeeper guy with his fork. He finally gets run off, but stabs a couple of other old ladies and rapes an affluent Japanese baby on the way to the back. It is the greatest. I bet he never writes a stupid children's book.
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