As Nick Parker, Nick Dannon, Crimson Bonez & the Double J's are all randomly inserting themselves into the locker room, the conversationalists suddenly feel a light rumbling from down the hall. Almost like a deep "boom, boom, boom, boom" as the thud of ginormous feet hitting concrete forces decorations and posters on the walls to shiver in reaction.
The source of the disturbance reveals itself soon enough, as the bulbous form of King Ikaika makes his presence known. Completely glad in his normal ring gear, sans tiki mask, his huge height & weight advantage over the majority of the competitors is enough to cause notice. If not for his ridiculous ring gear.
All the while holding a jovial grin across his lips, his eyes wander at the prospect of all these potential challengers. But one person in particular catches his eye, and that is his opponent from a few nights prior, Crimson Bonez. He walks slowly over to him, causing even greater reverberations now that he is within just a few feet of the other wrestlers.
King Ikaika:
Good fight. You hit well, not easy man. Ikaika look'a forward to fightin' ya next time when it live, on air, for all t'see.
Offering his massive hand in front of him in a form of respect for the hard knocks competitor, he turns his attention to the others who seem to be bickering back and forth whilst he awaits the reciprocation of respect.
King Ikaika:
What'a you all maddibout? I hear big talk, yellin' anna whole lotta tough guys. But all I see 'ere is big mouth, no bite! Whatt'a make you so angry witt'a no fightin'? Where Ikaika come from, we bash coconut over head to prove manliness!
The mammoth man pounds his free hand against his chest as he bellows to the sky in tribal fashion. Excitedly, his tongue laps briefly out of his mouth as he pants almost like an amused Labrador before slappin' his belly jovially and returning to a semi serious demeanor as he eagerly awaits a response.
The source of the disturbance reveals itself soon enough, as the bulbous form of King Ikaika makes his presence known. Completely glad in his normal ring gear, sans tiki mask, his huge height & weight advantage over the majority of the competitors is enough to cause notice. If not for his ridiculous ring gear.
All the while holding a jovial grin across his lips, his eyes wander at the prospect of all these potential challengers. But one person in particular catches his eye, and that is his opponent from a few nights prior, Crimson Bonez. He walks slowly over to him, causing even greater reverberations now that he is within just a few feet of the other wrestlers.
King Ikaika:
Good fight. You hit well, not easy man. Ikaika look'a forward to fightin' ya next time when it live, on air, for all t'see.
Offering his massive hand in front of him in a form of respect for the hard knocks competitor, he turns his attention to the others who seem to be bickering back and forth whilst he awaits the reciprocation of respect.
King Ikaika:
What'a you all maddibout? I hear big talk, yellin' anna whole lotta tough guys. But all I see 'ere is big mouth, no bite! Whatt'a make you so angry witt'a no fightin'? Where Ikaika come from, we bash coconut over head to prove manliness!
The mammoth man pounds his free hand against his chest as he bellows to the sky in tribal fashion. Excitedly, his tongue laps briefly out of his mouth as he pants almost like an amused Labrador before slappin' his belly jovially and returning to a semi serious demeanor as he eagerly awaits a response.