The sound of weights clinking can be heard in the gym, where Yamato sits on a weight bench. He is dressed in a pair of black gym shorts, white a-shirt, Nike sneakers...and his ever present mask. The man's upper body, what is visble of it, is covered in burn scars. Not only that, barb wired impressions can be seen on his left arm. He was a well travelled warrior, judging from tye injuries he'd sustained.

He loved extreme environments. Blood. Violence. He was addicted and what's worse, he was fearless. He held the weight close to his chest, doing sit ups. The sound of two sets of footsteps coild be heard. Vincent Thornbird stepped up to his charge, followed by a beautiful woman in a black women's business suit. She licked her lips as she stared at Yamato, then looked to Vincent.

"What an incredible specimen you have there, Mister Thornbird. Wherever did you find him?" asked the beautiful young woman as she continued to watch the Fire Demon work out.

Thornbird answered proudly "New Mexico. He doesn't speak a word of English. Only Japanese."
"Why?"

"Why should he? He isn't here for the fans, Miss Black. He is here on a mission for your company. All he has to do is win. I shall do the talking, if need be."

"True enough. We were expecting you to find someone bigger, Vincent. But this man..." she smirked and casually grabbed a water from a nearby cooler. The cap popped and she sipped on it, blonde bun bobbing onthe back of her head. She continued "...I can tell he will do our organization proud. This is also the perfect guise. A professional wrestling company!"

"Ingenious, indeed. But if anyone ever finds out about "The Organization", then the jig is up. Therefore, Yamato must stay secret. As far as any of these plesbians know, he is just your average professional wrestler. They don't even suspect his true calling. They know nothing of th-"

[i]Just then, the door of the gynasium opened. Thornbird knew when to shut his mouth. What was "The Organization"? Who joined the trio at the gym?

El Tiburón saunters in, his nose buried in a dictionary. He looks up at Señor Vicente, then back at the book.

"I..."

He looks down at the dictionary, then back to Señor Vicente.

"A..."

El Tiburón shakes his head and places a boiled cabbage sandwich between the pages of the dictionary before closing it. He sits down cross-legged and places the book in his lap, then turns his head inquisitively at Señor Vicente.

"Que es this 'plesbian' word you keep using? Do you even comprende las cosas that come out of your own mouth?"

(03-18-2014, 07:32 PM)Frodo Smackins Said: "He means Plebian, which is a Roman lower class citizen. He's just too stupid to use the right word, and he thinks he's being clever and funny. Maybe he should fix his vocabulary before trying to be uppity."


Frodo pulls out his crack pipe and lights up.

MUCH RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Very explosion! Peoples' heads turn to the source and see only a Super Mutant Dogerlord standing beside Frodo. He twists his giant fire hydrant club thing in the air like a helicopter while Petey Pablo's "Raise Up" plays in the background because why not?