Post by bushido on Dec 31, 2011 17:06:32 GMT -6
Saturday, December, 31, 2011...
Before Dragon's "Nothing for you" rp...
The Internationals have fallen on hard times. They went from living the rockstar life to sleeping under the stars on top of rocks. Bank account has been drained of all funds. Mansion has been foreclosed. Limos have been impounded. They have had to resort on pulling the old Pinto out from storage just to get around but at least they have the tag team championship belts around their waist.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: We tried. We tried to show the world a better way. Instead, you chose to worship false idols. You leaned back on your lawn chairs with beer in hand and chanted "U.S.A." as The Internationals busted their ass off to show you something better. It seems though that you enjoy living your lives by emulating those in this world that wouldn't think twice in selling their own mother's souls for a little more time in the spotlight.
You brought this upon yourselves.
Bushido stands in the middle of a shrine of sorts. The only light coming from this obscurely lit place are candles that are lit on both sides of what appears to be a statue depicting a dragon breathing fire. Incense burns at the foot of this shrine and the smoke coming from them travels around the frame of the Kanji covered Japanese warrior. Around his waist, a hint of gold sparkles through the dark. The gold of a belt he wears proudly although never actually won. More like stole.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Honor and respect are ideologies that no longer have a place in your world. Your memory span only allows you to remember what happened in the last 30 seconds and rather then remembering things that matter, you choose to recognize the negativity perpetuated by those the likes of T.E.D.. I understand your lack of faith but I fail to let that disrespect towards us bring The Internationals down from their lofty perch.
We are the champions you need. The champions you will learn to appreciate. The champions you will one day cheer for.
Bushido drops to his knees and puts the palms of his hands together out in front of him. He bows his head and prays to the dragon statue. He lights a stick of incense and places it in a small vase like pot sitting at the foot of the statue.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Since debuting in nCw, we have been the laughing stock of everyone involved with nCw. From the staff in the back to the fans in the seat. We were a comedy act created for the sole purpose of making you simple minded fools laugh to forget the hardships of living your dull lives. The problem with that was that we are a legitimate tag team that has seen success worldwide. The American fans don't know how to treat true athletes and they can hardly be expected to accept greater athletes from a different country. You want to chant against us and cheer for comedic fools like The Mystery Gang? Be our guest but we will not allow you to hold us down no longer.
This is The International incident. The time when two international superstar finally took back what should've been theirs to begin with and there is nothing your heroic American clowns and their mangy mutt can do about it.
Bushido bows his head a few more times as he stands when from behind him he hears a knock on the door. The knock becomes a bang as somebody is anxious to enter. A muffled voice is heard.
Muffled Voice: Come on, man! You've been in there for like forever.
Bushido: Silence infidel! I busy!!
Muffled Voice: Dude! I really gotta go!!
Bushido: You pee pants! American fool!!
Muffled Voice: Not cool, dude!
Bushido turns on the lights and it's clear that this place isn't a shrine at all. It's a public bathroom with crudely drawn images of penises on the wall to match. The filthy ground looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years and one can only imagine the smell. The statue was a drawing on a paper plate created with crayons. The candles were actually burning pieces of newspapers and the incense in the vase were actually pieces of sticks in a red Solo cup. It's quite pathetic to see how far the Internationals have fallen. On the bright side, Bushido wears a golden belt around his waist. One that shines like a thousand burning suns.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles; This is what has happened to the great Internationals? We have gone from living like kings to living like vermin. We sleep in hostels and eat in soup kitchens. We live out of our Pinto that clearly needs a smog check. Worst of all, I have to pray to my GODs in pit stops and public restrooms. We have become vultures when once we were majestic eagles and I will not live like this no longer!
So we came up with a plan and stole these belts from men that didn't deserve the,.
We did what had to be done and I do not regret a thing. We had to step out of our comfortable shoes and force our way into one. More. Shot.
For many of you, living like filthy rats is okay but for The Internationals it is not. We were on top of the world only to be reduced to this?
Bushido motions to his clothing which aren't raggedy by far but are compared to the clothes he used to wear. Levi's instead of Armani is a huge step down.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: For years I have known no other life than the one we lived and I'll be damned if I allow the likes of Matt Jackson and Markus Reeves to enjoy the pleasures of that life while we suffer in the gutter. Matt, you were a simple bodyguard using your time in the military and build of your body to protect those that were too weak to protect themselves. Then you saw the lifestyle of a wrestler and decided that you'd take a crack at it. As if anybody can be a wrestler. You disgrace the term by putting on those boots and walking down to the ring. You taint what it means to be a wrestler. For some of us, this isn't a back up plan. For some of us, we've trained our whole lives to do this and only this. You are like all the football players that can no longer play but are big enough to throw people around. You are like the actors that can't get gigs but can easily speak on the mic. You are like all of those other fools that try to use this career as a gateway to stardom.
You are not a wrestler, Matt. Just a steroid junkie looking for a second career.
To allow you to continue carrying the most prized possession in our division is like allowing any Joe Shmoe to carry a gun.
And we are not the military.
But at least you've managed to impress an impressionable fool by the name of Mark Evil. A seven foot retard whose only claim to fame is that now he's trying. How many deaths have you come back from? How's that A.A. thing going? How is Evil Enterprises working out? How is being born slow going? There is no greater joke than Markus Reeves. For somebody as big as him I'm amazed he hasn't gotten farther than where he is. I will say this though, out of the two of you Markus is definitely trying harder. He actually shows up to shows and puts in his work. He's paid his dues and even had a World Title match recently. Nobody can deny the fact that these belts were won by T.E.D. because Markus finally decided to come and play.
It's just too bad that being the better half of a team that sucks still means you suck.
Bushido rips up everything in front of him in a fit of rage. Clearly this life is getting to him. He begins stomping out the items on the floor and then scoops them up and throws them in the toilet. He flushes them and the toilet immediately begins to overflow as none of those items were flushable. He turns around and kicks the door open and since it was locked, it breaks down. The sun immediately blinds your eyes but the camera focuses in time to see some bro with long blonde hair standing their holding his stomach. The same guy that interrupted his prayers.
Bro: About time, bro. I really needed to take the browns to the super bowl, man.
He runs past Bushido and then runs right back out with a scowl.
Bro: Not cool, bro. What the heck am I supposed to do?
Bushido answers the question by straight kicking his head in! The bro stumbles back and falls into the overflowing toilet. He holds his head as Bushido just walks away. Once outside it is clear we're at a gas station and Bushido walks towards a crummy looking car parked next to a gas tank.
Bro: Not... cool, dude.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Then there is The Mystery Gang. Two clowns with nothing better to do than goof around with another clown that thinks he's a dog. I was appalled when you were allowed to be in this match and then I thought about it, the both of you are a considerable threat in this type of match up and I'm sure the front office will love nothing more than to humiliate us even more. A ladder match is usually won by the high flying guys and Freakke knows how to soar. Originally this match was supposed to be between T.E.D. and us but Freakke managed to work his magic and now this two team became a three teams ladder match. Freakke, you've pinned us before. You've pinned the tag team champions before but this match doesn't involve pinning. It's about climbing a ladder and I can jump over buildings when desperate. Dragon and I are force to be reckoned with in any match that involves high risk high flying and you...
Well you have Hexx holding you back.
I don't see anything more than a sore bottom in your soaring future.
Bushido reaches the Pinto where Dragon is leaned against it pouring gallons of cash, or gas, into this gas guzzler.
Dragon: Estas listo?
Bushido nods at the ready.
Miranda: I can't believe we are actually doing this!
Dragon: Silencio mujer! We must make it to Chad Lights Target Experience and this is the only way. Unless you want to give that guy a handy for a few bucks?
Dragon points to an extremely overweight man with a shirt too small for him, as his bellybutton is clearly visible, eating an ice cream cone.
Miranda: Stop being gross! Just get this done with so we could leave.
Dragon takes out the gas nuzzle and places it back on the tank, only it was not the tank right next to their car. It was the tank next to it where a man sits in his car, apparently sleeping. Unless you were smart and spotted the fat lip and bloody nose. Then you could assume that the man was probably knocked out so The Internationals could steal some gas.
Dragon: Vamonos! We must meet with the adoring public and speak to them about el futuro.
Bushido simply nods as he walks over to the passenger side.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Being champions means everything to us. It means a roof over our home. Food in our mouths.
Dollar bills for the strippers.
We must regain our lives back. Being champions gets us one step closer to that. We've had shots at the belts before and each time we were robbed. Now it is us who will do the robbing. We will give these people true heroes to cheer for.
By giving them villains to despise.
Bushido steps into the car where Kesuke reaches from the backseat and hooks Bushido's seat belt around him. Dragon turns the car on and it sounds like a shotgun just went off. The engine rattles and then their off. Riding into the distance in a car that looks like it's one step away from falling apart.
Before Dragon's "Nothing for you" rp...
The Internationals have fallen on hard times. They went from living the rockstar life to sleeping under the stars on top of rocks. Bank account has been drained of all funds. Mansion has been foreclosed. Limos have been impounded. They have had to resort on pulling the old Pinto out from storage just to get around but at least they have the tag team championship belts around their waist.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: We tried. We tried to show the world a better way. Instead, you chose to worship false idols. You leaned back on your lawn chairs with beer in hand and chanted "U.S.A." as The Internationals busted their ass off to show you something better. It seems though that you enjoy living your lives by emulating those in this world that wouldn't think twice in selling their own mother's souls for a little more time in the spotlight.
You brought this upon yourselves.
Bushido stands in the middle of a shrine of sorts. The only light coming from this obscurely lit place are candles that are lit on both sides of what appears to be a statue depicting a dragon breathing fire. Incense burns at the foot of this shrine and the smoke coming from them travels around the frame of the Kanji covered Japanese warrior. Around his waist, a hint of gold sparkles through the dark. The gold of a belt he wears proudly although never actually won. More like stole.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Honor and respect are ideologies that no longer have a place in your world. Your memory span only allows you to remember what happened in the last 30 seconds and rather then remembering things that matter, you choose to recognize the negativity perpetuated by those the likes of T.E.D.. I understand your lack of faith but I fail to let that disrespect towards us bring The Internationals down from their lofty perch.
We are the champions you need. The champions you will learn to appreciate. The champions you will one day cheer for.
Bushido drops to his knees and puts the palms of his hands together out in front of him. He bows his head and prays to the dragon statue. He lights a stick of incense and places it in a small vase like pot sitting at the foot of the statue.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Since debuting in nCw, we have been the laughing stock of everyone involved with nCw. From the staff in the back to the fans in the seat. We were a comedy act created for the sole purpose of making you simple minded fools laugh to forget the hardships of living your dull lives. The problem with that was that we are a legitimate tag team that has seen success worldwide. The American fans don't know how to treat true athletes and they can hardly be expected to accept greater athletes from a different country. You want to chant against us and cheer for comedic fools like The Mystery Gang? Be our guest but we will not allow you to hold us down no longer.
This is The International incident. The time when two international superstar finally took back what should've been theirs to begin with and there is nothing your heroic American clowns and their mangy mutt can do about it.
Bushido bows his head a few more times as he stands when from behind him he hears a knock on the door. The knock becomes a bang as somebody is anxious to enter. A muffled voice is heard.
Muffled Voice: Come on, man! You've been in there for like forever.
Bushido: Silence infidel! I busy!!
Muffled Voice: Dude! I really gotta go!!
Bushido: You pee pants! American fool!!
Muffled Voice: Not cool, dude!
Bushido turns on the lights and it's clear that this place isn't a shrine at all. It's a public bathroom with crudely drawn images of penises on the wall to match. The filthy ground looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years and one can only imagine the smell. The statue was a drawing on a paper plate created with crayons. The candles were actually burning pieces of newspapers and the incense in the vase were actually pieces of sticks in a red Solo cup. It's quite pathetic to see how far the Internationals have fallen. On the bright side, Bushido wears a golden belt around his waist. One that shines like a thousand burning suns.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles; This is what has happened to the great Internationals? We have gone from living like kings to living like vermin. We sleep in hostels and eat in soup kitchens. We live out of our Pinto that clearly needs a smog check. Worst of all, I have to pray to my GODs in pit stops and public restrooms. We have become vultures when once we were majestic eagles and I will not live like this no longer!
So we came up with a plan and stole these belts from men that didn't deserve the,.
We did what had to be done and I do not regret a thing. We had to step out of our comfortable shoes and force our way into one. More. Shot.
For many of you, living like filthy rats is okay but for The Internationals it is not. We were on top of the world only to be reduced to this?
Bushido motions to his clothing which aren't raggedy by far but are compared to the clothes he used to wear. Levi's instead of Armani is a huge step down.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: For years I have known no other life than the one we lived and I'll be damned if I allow the likes of Matt Jackson and Markus Reeves to enjoy the pleasures of that life while we suffer in the gutter. Matt, you were a simple bodyguard using your time in the military and build of your body to protect those that were too weak to protect themselves. Then you saw the lifestyle of a wrestler and decided that you'd take a crack at it. As if anybody can be a wrestler. You disgrace the term by putting on those boots and walking down to the ring. You taint what it means to be a wrestler. For some of us, this isn't a back up plan. For some of us, we've trained our whole lives to do this and only this. You are like all the football players that can no longer play but are big enough to throw people around. You are like the actors that can't get gigs but can easily speak on the mic. You are like all of those other fools that try to use this career as a gateway to stardom.
You are not a wrestler, Matt. Just a steroid junkie looking for a second career.
To allow you to continue carrying the most prized possession in our division is like allowing any Joe Shmoe to carry a gun.
And we are not the military.
But at least you've managed to impress an impressionable fool by the name of Mark Evil. A seven foot retard whose only claim to fame is that now he's trying. How many deaths have you come back from? How's that A.A. thing going? How is Evil Enterprises working out? How is being born slow going? There is no greater joke than Markus Reeves. For somebody as big as him I'm amazed he hasn't gotten farther than where he is. I will say this though, out of the two of you Markus is definitely trying harder. He actually shows up to shows and puts in his work. He's paid his dues and even had a World Title match recently. Nobody can deny the fact that these belts were won by T.E.D. because Markus finally decided to come and play.
It's just too bad that being the better half of a team that sucks still means you suck.
Bushido rips up everything in front of him in a fit of rage. Clearly this life is getting to him. He begins stomping out the items on the floor and then scoops them up and throws them in the toilet. He flushes them and the toilet immediately begins to overflow as none of those items were flushable. He turns around and kicks the door open and since it was locked, it breaks down. The sun immediately blinds your eyes but the camera focuses in time to see some bro with long blonde hair standing their holding his stomach. The same guy that interrupted his prayers.
Bro: About time, bro. I really needed to take the browns to the super bowl, man.
He runs past Bushido and then runs right back out with a scowl.
Bro: Not cool, bro. What the heck am I supposed to do?
Bushido answers the question by straight kicking his head in! The bro stumbles back and falls into the overflowing toilet. He holds his head as Bushido just walks away. Once outside it is clear we're at a gas station and Bushido walks towards a crummy looking car parked next to a gas tank.
Bro: Not... cool, dude.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Then there is The Mystery Gang. Two clowns with nothing better to do than goof around with another clown that thinks he's a dog. I was appalled when you were allowed to be in this match and then I thought about it, the both of you are a considerable threat in this type of match up and I'm sure the front office will love nothing more than to humiliate us even more. A ladder match is usually won by the high flying guys and Freakke knows how to soar. Originally this match was supposed to be between T.E.D. and us but Freakke managed to work his magic and now this two team became a three teams ladder match. Freakke, you've pinned us before. You've pinned the tag team champions before but this match doesn't involve pinning. It's about climbing a ladder and I can jump over buildings when desperate. Dragon and I are force to be reckoned with in any match that involves high risk high flying and you...
Well you have Hexx holding you back.
I don't see anything more than a sore bottom in your soaring future.
Bushido reaches the Pinto where Dragon is leaned against it pouring gallons of cash, or gas, into this gas guzzler.
Dragon: Estas listo?
Bushido nods at the ready.
Miranda: I can't believe we are actually doing this!
Dragon: Silencio mujer! We must make it to Chad Lights Target Experience and this is the only way. Unless you want to give that guy a handy for a few bucks?
Dragon points to an extremely overweight man with a shirt too small for him, as his bellybutton is clearly visible, eating an ice cream cone.
Miranda: Stop being gross! Just get this done with so we could leave.
Dragon takes out the gas nuzzle and places it back on the tank, only it was not the tank right next to their car. It was the tank next to it where a man sits in his car, apparently sleeping. Unless you were smart and spotted the fat lip and bloody nose. Then you could assume that the man was probably knocked out so The Internationals could steal some gas.
Dragon: Vamonos! We must meet with the adoring public and speak to them about el futuro.
Bushido simply nods as he walks over to the passenger side.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Being champions means everything to us. It means a roof over our home. Food in our mouths.
Dollar bills for the strippers.
We must regain our lives back. Being champions gets us one step closer to that. We've had shots at the belts before and each time we were robbed. Now it is us who will do the robbing. We will give these people true heroes to cheer for.
By giving them villains to despise.
Bushido steps into the car where Kesuke reaches from the backseat and hooks Bushido's seat belt around him. Dragon turns the car on and it sounds like a shotgun just went off. The engine rattles and then their off. Riding into the distance in a car that looks like it's one step away from falling apart.
