Foreign Terrortory -vs- The Toku Addiction©

A local gym was laid out as the setting for this particular piece of video footage. Once inside, it was revealed that the interior of that gym was lacking anybody except for two individuals and those two were none other than 'The Toku Titan!' Geki Nitoh and 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux. In the midst of a rather intense workout, Geki stood in an offensive position, occasionally throwing a hard kick into the side of the bag. The impact from each strike filled the air in almost an echo. Sweat dripping from his bared torso, Geki was completely tuned out from everything else going on around him as he continued to lay into that bag.

While Geki was doing that, Laroux sat idly by upon a bench, his eyes fixated down at his phone as he returned texts and things of the like. Without even taking his attention away from it, Laroux began to speak up.

'We were gonna do this whole big ass production, like we usually do, but actually, Geki felt like that approach would be lost on you. So, the only option left was the direct one. No frills. No cinematics. Just me tellin you how it is, Brady..Rex. From the time we walked through those doors, we have proven that we're better than every goddamn body else on this roster. And all you gotta do is take a look. Between matches as individuals and matches as a team, we've beaten damn near every active body in this whole fuckin company. And that few we haven't beat? We still got all the time in the world here. But there's been one. One who I've known it was only inevitable that we throw down out there. And that's you Brady.'

Turning off that phone, Laroux shoved it back into his pocket before finally turning his attention to the man holding the camera. Still engrossed in his work out, Geki switched it up, moving from kicks to forearms and elbow strikes.

'Before I brought my ass through those doors, you were the loudest one here. Ain't nobody talked more shit than you did. But just like everythin else..that changed when that ink dried. After that first match, everyone started catchin on. They know just what I know. I'm louder. I talk more shit than you do AND I fuckin back it up. I'm better, in every imaginable way, than you, Brady. Better at pullin women. Better at talkin shit. Better lookin. Better in the ring. And now..I have the chance to prove it..'

Pressing his hands into the bench on either side of him, he pushed himself up to a standing position. That smirk of his began to take on a darker tone, as did the words he spoke.

'The chance to prove it to all those people who knew exactly what I know. The chance to prove it to you, Brady. And honestly? It's not gonna take much to prove it to you. People can see it. You've heard'em whisperin bout you backstage, I'm sure. All that shit he talked bout Kendrick and he's steppin into the same damn place. It starts out as just one. Then another starts sayin it. And another. And then what? You're just the same as he is. But then again, it wouldn't be the first time you've been on the same level as Kross, huh Brady? Did Brit make you carry the bags Kendrick couldn't?'

Laroux shrugged his bared shoulders rather nonchalantly. Shortly after, he walked over to Geki, speaking inaudible words of encouragement and motivation to his partner. The words seemingly worked as Geki's work out grew visibly more intense. As this happened, Laroux took a few steps away, returning his focus to the man holding the camera.

'See, Brady? Ima do ya like Tolson did ya. For all the shit you talked to her. For all the shit you're still talkin to her. She took your best and straight no sold that shit. She made you look like a fuckin punk. For all intents and purposes, she shoulda been un-fuckin-conscious. But nah, she said fuck your offense, fuck that cage, and fuck your shot at regainin the Pride Championship you let them take from you. You always put yourself out there as this big ass value and benefit to CW. But if you were really worth so much to them why did they just snatch away what you worked so hard for?'

'Not only that, they fuckin humored you. They gave you another two shots to prove that you're fuckin capable of bein a champion. And what did you do with those chances? You fuckin failed..twice. Do you know how shitty it feels to hafta sit back and watch someone you know you're better than wastin shot after shot? I mean, what's it gonna take to get you back on top? Do we gotta just give you and Rex these belts? Does Management hafta just hand you the gold?'

'Before I get too far gone with that, lemme ask you somethin. We all got our roles in the Republic. Sativa got the cash. Rex and Geki handle the tech shit that I couldn't even understand if they explained it to me. And I'm the guy who actually goes out and handles what needsta be handled. Where does that leave you, Brady? You a mouthpiece? Nah. Do we get elevation off your name? Nah. Sure, you brought us together but when it all boils down..what exactly do you do?'

The head of Xavier tilted to the side as that smirk of his crept out across his features. At that same time, Geki ended his workout rather abruptly. Leaning into the bag for just a moment, he turned around only to stare forward, a look of raw intensity in his normally bright and happy eyes.

'The worst thing about you, Brady? Your mouth. The things you say, both on Social Media and off of it. You don't think about the things you say before you say them. Which is why when I assisted you in getting ready for your Cage Match against Tolson, I jumped at the opportunity to drive that taser into you. Each time was better than the one before. I almost feel bad in saying that it was quite therapeutic. When that relief faded away, then came another incident. After your match with Tolson, tempers flared and I kicked you in the face. I dropped you like a bad habit, Brady. But even within the span of such a short time since that's happened, you have gotten me back to that point. The point of wanting to grab hold of your head and bounce it off of the hardest surface I can find.'

'Which brings me to this match. A blessing, both professionally and personally. Not only are we afforded the opportunity to defeat, what's possibly, the last bit of competition in CW. But I am also able to unleash this frustration I have built up with you, Brady. All I ever hear from you is weak this..weak that. Was it weak when I won three matches in one night to became the Hollywood Heritage Cup Winner? Was it weak when I kicked your teeth down your throat at the last show? I take the disrespect you give me at every turn..with a smile. And I take and take and take and I can't take anymore.'

For someone like Geki, someone who is as quiet and reserved as he is, to have him in the state he was in would take a lot. But then again, Brady Vega was a lot for anyone to take. Geki reached up, wiping a layer of sweat from his forehead, continuing back on the path he was on.

'This match is going to allow me to unleash every ounce of anger I have for you, Brady. Every time you threw the word weak at me, I'm going to take it out on you. I'm going to make you eat each and every one of those words.'

Despite his chest rising and falling in a steady pace, Geki allowed that smile of his to shine through. Walking over to where Xavier sat, he picked up a towel, using it to wipe down his upper half. Geki tossed it to the side before returning his attention to the task at hand. As he did that, Xavier stepped away from Geki, approaching that bag to begin a workout of his own.

'Rex. We know full and well what you're capable of. But, before I address that, I have to say that you could accomplish so much more without Brady. Just look at how he talks to you. He doesn't treat you like someone should be treated. In Brady's deranged and sometimes empty head, you're his Kendrick Kross. His tag along. You're a smart man, Rex, I know you can see this just like the same as I can. That's not how a partnership should work. You have to stop playing second fiddle to someone like Brady. You are better than that, Rex. You are worthy of so much more than that. You have the size. The intelligence. There's no reason why you shouldn't be fighting with the likes of Tolson and Brittney. Not playing Brady's backup.'

The gaze of Geki drifted momentarily, looking over to something off camera. That smile of his shining bright, he turned his attention back to the task at hand.

'He's like an anchor. He's keeping you limited to one spot, the spot where he wants you to be. You're letting it happen, Rex..'

Suddenly, Laroux halted his workout, speaking up.

'Fuck that dude. He wants to be Brady's bitchboy, fuckin let'em. Maybe that's his thing.'

Laroux raised his eyebrows suggestively before laughing out and going straight back into his assault on that bag. Geki couldn't help but to laugh at the things his partner said. Shaking his head, he walked over to that bench before taking a seat on it while trying to cool down.

'Regardless of all of that, this match has an extreme importance. Not just when it comes to the Republic Camaraderie but when it comes to the Republic of California as a whole. As a group, we benefit no matter what the outcome is. But, as selfish as it may be, I cannot be happy with anything but a win in this match. I will not let Brady take this from me. We have saved this entire division from it's stagnant future. A loss here damages everything we've tried to do. That's not going to happen. As long as I have breath in my body, I refuse to let that happen.'

Now on the opposite side of the bag, Xavier leaned into it with his arms firmly wrapped around it. Between those steady breaths, that smirk of his radiated that arrogance he carried with him.

'Don't even worry bout it. Brady and his bitch ain't gotta chance in hell when it comes to this match. We are this whole fuckin division. You think Brady could carry that kinda weight on his shoulders? Gotta be stupid as shit if you do. He couldn't even keep his shit together long enough to actually do somethin but run his fuckin mouth when things don't go his way. See, y'all out here bitchin bout the stupidest shit in the world. Wahh, they didn't mention me as a trainer on Twitter. Wahh, they took too long to put up a Twitter poll bout my match.'

Turning his head, Laroux spit off to the side, a bit of disgust showing in his face as he shook his head.

'But that's alright. Cause we gonna show y'all somethin that y'all needa see. We're gonna show you what happens when you don't bitch bout some stupid shit. We're gonna show you what happens when you actually go out there and do what you say you're gonna do. We're walkin in with these belts and we're walkin out just the fuckin same. Ain't nothin Brady or his bitch can do to stop it. And when that happens? We gonna show just who really are the stars of the RoC.'

Pushing off of that bag, Laroux walked over to join Geki, the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder.

'Lemme ask ya Brady. After gettin fucked by management, fine ass Brit, and Tolson, how's it gonna feel gettin that ass beat by someone who you claim to be better than by and the guy you constantly call weak? And more than that, what's that gonna say bout you? Ima go ahead and let you know exactly what that says bout you. When it comes to me? To us? You ain't shit. You ain't on my level. You ain't on Geki's level. Bring ya big bitch. Both of y'all bouta realize exactly what we've been sayin since day one.'

Geki with his bright, almost childlike smile. Xavier with his smirk that just oozes confidence. The two of them pointed forward in unison.

'It's fuckin jungle out here, Brady. Me and Geki bouta take you and your big bitch up the tallest goddamn tree out here and just let y'all drop. Watch as y'all fall farther than Kross ever could.'

He moved away from Geki only to walk towards his bag, digging around in it for something.

'Before we go, I just feel the need to remind you of something. This could have been a respectful competition, showing the finest of what our Republic has to offer. But instead..it's time to shut you up, Brady. And it's going to be the best time ever.'

After retrieving the phone from his bag, Laroux walked up behind Geki, parting him on the back. The look on the features of Laroux clearly showed how proud he was that Geki's said as much as he has here.

'I been tellin you that we're gonna get you outta your quiet stage. Whoda thought all it woulda took is a lilpunk like Brady runnin his mouth.'

The scene slowly faded away with focus falling upon Xavier and Geki, the duo exchanging inaudible conversation between themselves.