Post by bushido on Feb 3, 2012 20:38:11 GMT -6
Friday, January 3, 2012...
Pay Per View week always tends to bring out the best out of those involved in high profile matches. The Internationals do not fall in this group of late to the gamers for they bring out their A-game every day, of every week, of every month. All year long is nothing but a showcase of outstanding performances. Displaying an honorable way of life as they do so. Still, they are met with yet another test as they are forced to defend their belts once again against the mightiest of the mighty, the best of the best, the greatest of the... Oh wait, it's only Motor City Mafia.
Miranda: I don't think you should underestimate these guys. Just because they've lost twice doesn't mean they can't come back and get lucky.
Dragon: Por favor, Miranda! Calmate. Motor City Mafia are nothing but Motor City losers. They stand no chance against Bushido and I.
Bushido: This... I agree with.
Kesuke pours tea into tea cups as he stands behind The International pair engaging in a round of video games. Something unseen by champions but then again, they have nothing serious to prepare for.
Miranda: Also, nCw's staff is demanding we show up to a performance review at nCw's headquarters.
Dragon: Los campiones have no time to sign autographs.
Miranda: I don't think it's autographs they want from you two. That guy Wes was really letting me have it over the phone. Yelling about our constant disrespect towards their organization and fans. It was brutal.
Dragon presses pause on the game and puts the controller down on the table. He stands at a huff and Kesuke immediately brings his cape to him. He begins helping him put it on.
Dragon: You are bringing down the mood with your constant clucking.
Miranda: Are you calling me a chicken?
Dragon: I have to step out and get some fresh air. You're killing my buzz with your chirping.
Miranda: Are you calling me a pidgeon!?!
Dragon : I will be back later. After you've finished meowing.
Miranda: ARE YOU CALLING ME A PUSSY!?!
Dragon walks away as a furious Miranda follows him out the door. Her screams could be heard throughout the city as Bushido smiles, tossing his controller aside as he stands from the sofa and walks over to the suites' window. He stares out at the magnificent view, afforded to him by his luxurious suite.
Bushido: Miranda... She worries almost everyday about one thing or other. *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: She wishes everything was simple. The way it used to be for us. Before we came here life was grand. We needn't worry about honor because respect was shown in and out of that ring. Other countries, they tend to idolize their heroes. They support and cheer for their favorite wrestlers and this wonderful union between fan and superstar would create beautiful music within arenas nationwide. It is not like that here in the U.S.. Dirty tactics and guerrilla warfare have become the norm in the American wrestling industry. We had to adapt, or be tossed into extinction. And now that we've shown you the error of your ways.
You still wish to boo us while cheering for your tragic fellow Americans.
Motor City Mafia have been nothing short than a fleeting joke. They had such high praise and promise and for a while it seemed that Dragon and I have finally found our match. That is until something as simple as an alcoholic beverage would prove to be their downfall. Well that and a Caucasian boy whose color of his own skin leaves him confused. Two men who are a blatant disrespect to our cultures and careers. Two men who constantly act American and disappoint their adoring fans. This is what lies before us. Miranda worries that the third time might be the charm for these good old American boys but I like to think, to reference your favorite pasttime,...
Three strikes and your out.
Bushido turns from the window as he hears the stomps of an angry young woman coming his way. He begins his walk and meets Miranda as she enters the room.
Miranda: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I don't think this is something that is going to go away. You have to speak to him!
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You've been our manager for a long time. Almost since we formed our tag team. You should know by now that Dragon is not worried about anything. That's what you are here for. Dragon and I, we have a lot on our plates and we need someone to play defense and while sometimes it seems like a thankless job, I don't want you to think that it goes unnoticed. Please, continue to distract the staff in the back so that we could continue being champions.
Miranda stares at Bushido. The anger lifts as tears roll down her cheeks. Miranda is an emotional creature and maybe all she needs is a thank you from time to time. Luckily for her, Bushido knows what to say and when to say it.
Miranda: Okay. But he's still a dick though.
With that she grabs her phone and begins dialing as she leaves the room. Bushido gets his coat and begins putting it on.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: There is no game left to be played. We've already beaten it. At this moment, we are the premiere tag team of nCw. You can say it's because the lack of competition but to that I say, pish posh. There are no excuses. We hold these titles high above our heads and we make them mean something. In anybody else's hands, these titles would be nothing more than belts to a dying division. In our hands,...
They are resurrection personified.
We are not ready to let go of these. They are the most prized possession in our collection and it is not time for us to depart with them. You could try "J-Matt", you could try Johnny Rotten, but in the end you will fail. If you can not overcome your vices what makes you think you can overcome us. Even if you had Matt Jackson at your side, you would still fail. Speaking of that hack, stay clear away from this match. You've been butting your nose in our business lately for whatever reasons and if you do it one more time, we may have no choice but to send you the way of your partner Markus Reeves' career...
Straight into extinction.
Metamorphosis will be a grand stage for us to perform. We will excite the masses and entertain the GODS by taking Motor City Mafia and sending them back to Detroit in tears and blood.
Bushido's jacket is firmly on his shoulders as he hits the lights to the room and everything goes dark.
Pay Per View week always tends to bring out the best out of those involved in high profile matches. The Internationals do not fall in this group of late to the gamers for they bring out their A-game every day, of every week, of every month. All year long is nothing but a showcase of outstanding performances. Displaying an honorable way of life as they do so. Still, they are met with yet another test as they are forced to defend their belts once again against the mightiest of the mighty, the best of the best, the greatest of the... Oh wait, it's only Motor City Mafia.
Miranda: I don't think you should underestimate these guys. Just because they've lost twice doesn't mean they can't come back and get lucky.
Dragon: Por favor, Miranda! Calmate. Motor City Mafia are nothing but Motor City losers. They stand no chance against Bushido and I.
Bushido: This... I agree with.
Kesuke pours tea into tea cups as he stands behind The International pair engaging in a round of video games. Something unseen by champions but then again, they have nothing serious to prepare for.
Miranda: Also, nCw's staff is demanding we show up to a performance review at nCw's headquarters.
Dragon: Los campiones have no time to sign autographs.
Miranda: I don't think it's autographs they want from you two. That guy Wes was really letting me have it over the phone. Yelling about our constant disrespect towards their organization and fans. It was brutal.
Dragon presses pause on the game and puts the controller down on the table. He stands at a huff and Kesuke immediately brings his cape to him. He begins helping him put it on.
Dragon: You are bringing down the mood with your constant clucking.
Miranda: Are you calling me a chicken?
Dragon: I have to step out and get some fresh air. You're killing my buzz with your chirping.
Miranda: Are you calling me a pidgeon!?!
Dragon : I will be back later. After you've finished meowing.
Miranda: ARE YOU CALLING ME A PUSSY!?!
Dragon walks away as a furious Miranda follows him out the door. Her screams could be heard throughout the city as Bushido smiles, tossing his controller aside as he stands from the sofa and walks over to the suites' window. He stares out at the magnificent view, afforded to him by his luxurious suite.
Bushido: Miranda... She worries almost everyday about one thing or other. *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: She wishes everything was simple. The way it used to be for us. Before we came here life was grand. We needn't worry about honor because respect was shown in and out of that ring. Other countries, they tend to idolize their heroes. They support and cheer for their favorite wrestlers and this wonderful union between fan and superstar would create beautiful music within arenas nationwide. It is not like that here in the U.S.. Dirty tactics and guerrilla warfare have become the norm in the American wrestling industry. We had to adapt, or be tossed into extinction. And now that we've shown you the error of your ways.
You still wish to boo us while cheering for your tragic fellow Americans.
Motor City Mafia have been nothing short than a fleeting joke. They had such high praise and promise and for a while it seemed that Dragon and I have finally found our match. That is until something as simple as an alcoholic beverage would prove to be their downfall. Well that and a Caucasian boy whose color of his own skin leaves him confused. Two men who are a blatant disrespect to our cultures and careers. Two men who constantly act American and disappoint their adoring fans. This is what lies before us. Miranda worries that the third time might be the charm for these good old American boys but I like to think, to reference your favorite pasttime,...
Three strikes and your out.
Bushido turns from the window as he hears the stomps of an angry young woman coming his way. He begins his walk and meets Miranda as she enters the room.
Miranda: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I don't think this is something that is going to go away. You have to speak to him!
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You've been our manager for a long time. Almost since we formed our tag team. You should know by now that Dragon is not worried about anything. That's what you are here for. Dragon and I, we have a lot on our plates and we need someone to play defense and while sometimes it seems like a thankless job, I don't want you to think that it goes unnoticed. Please, continue to distract the staff in the back so that we could continue being champions.
Miranda stares at Bushido. The anger lifts as tears roll down her cheeks. Miranda is an emotional creature and maybe all she needs is a thank you from time to time. Luckily for her, Bushido knows what to say and when to say it.
Miranda: Okay. But he's still a dick though.
With that she grabs her phone and begins dialing as she leaves the room. Bushido gets his coat and begins putting it on.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: There is no game left to be played. We've already beaten it. At this moment, we are the premiere tag team of nCw. You can say it's because the lack of competition but to that I say, pish posh. There are no excuses. We hold these titles high above our heads and we make them mean something. In anybody else's hands, these titles would be nothing more than belts to a dying division. In our hands,...
They are resurrection personified.
We are not ready to let go of these. They are the most prized possession in our collection and it is not time for us to depart with them. You could try "J-Matt", you could try Johnny Rotten, but in the end you will fail. If you can not overcome your vices what makes you think you can overcome us. Even if you had Matt Jackson at your side, you would still fail. Speaking of that hack, stay clear away from this match. You've been butting your nose in our business lately for whatever reasons and if you do it one more time, we may have no choice but to send you the way of your partner Markus Reeves' career...
Straight into extinction.
Metamorphosis will be a grand stage for us to perform. We will excite the masses and entertain the GODS by taking Motor City Mafia and sending them back to Detroit in tears and blood.
Bushido's jacket is firmly on his shoulders as he hits the lights to the room and everything goes dark.
