Post by bushido on Apr 6, 2012 22:33:56 GMT -6
Friday, April 6, 2012...
The Internationals were taken by surprise this past week. Knitemare on Helms Street, with the help of Kelly Knite, worked together to embarrass the champions of the world. The Internationals now find themselves scheduled to face one of the teams that will take part in the upcoming tournament. A team that Kelly Knite herself chose to represent America.
Miranda: Can you believe it? I mean Simon Daye is a pushover but not Gib. He's going to be a problem.
Dragon: Para quien? For who? He's an old fart. Probably not even as good as he use to be.
Miranda: I don't know. For a man his age he looks good.
Dragon hops to his feet and begins flexing his glorious biceps. The shirt rips at the seams as the muscles bulge.
Dragon: Not as good as I do. This tournament was our idea. Now Kelly wants to take credit by forming her own team. Screw her. Screw them. SCREW EVERYONE!
Bushido: We must remain calm.
Miranda puts down the file she was looking over as Dragon stops flexing. Both look over to Bushido who normally doesn't have much to say. Today is a special day, though. Today is the beginning of the International Invitational and The Internationals need to ensure it goes off with a bang. Bushido talks as Miranda translates.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Miranda: He says that we need to take these two seriously. That we need to make a statement. That...
Miranda doesn't finish the statement as she looks at Bushido. Bushido just nods his head as if to tell her to continue.
Miranda: That it doesn't matter if we win or lose. We have to make an impact to those participating in the tournament. SO everyone will know exactly why we're champions.
Dragon: Precisamente! We must show the world that these two perros Americanos are nothing more than American pigs.
Miranda: Wait, how can they be dogs and pigs?
Dragon: Because that's how American they are.
Miranda: That doesn't even make sense.
Dragon: Enough! Time for strategy. To the war room!
Dragon and Kesuke exit with haste as Miranda stays behind. She wants to speak to Bushido the way she used to but lately, Bushido is unapproachable. She simply leaves him there as he stares out the window of their luxurious suite.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: To have honor in one's nation is a blessing that many overlook. There are so many that waste their days wasting away in the gutter of their dishonorable lives. Dragon and I came after traveling the world and we noticed what so many notice. Americans are lazy and stupid. They take their lives for granted as they slave away for the next luxurious trend. Land of the free has become land of the greedy. Smug bastards turning their nose up at anything that looks and acts differently. Making serious threats into silly jokes.
Something Gib and Simon Daye know everything about.
The both of you are exactly what Dragon and I speak and fight against. Your nation is coveted by bigotry and racism. Stereotyping has become a way of life as you salute your made up GOD offering the latest American dream. A man with a mullet and a senior citizen going through midlife crisis will do little to us other than get under our skins with their blatant stupidity. Life is not meant to be funny. It's not meant to be deformed by your racial stereotyping but I guess that's what makes you American, isn't it?
The ability to act like complete buffoons as you chant USA.
Bushido steps away from the window. The sun shines in from behind him making Bushido seem like he has wings of light. He smirks as he pulls a flask from his breast pocket.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I can see why Gib has grown in popularity. His antics are legendary even in my country. The man is a certifiable legend acting like an immature geriatric attempting to relive his glory days. You haven't lost your shape but you've grown a little belly and I bet you can't move as fast or as well as you once could. The legendary Gib can now be seen reigning in his bastard son and bastard daughter as they joke about real life issues. You think third world countries are something to disregard because it doesn't fit your photoshopped image of America. You eat hot dogs like you suck dick and you expect everyone to simply chant USA because you are American.
The sad part is that the bloody sheep will do just that.
They'll look upon your predictable and outrageous antics as something to cheer for when in reality they should be cheering for everything we represent. We are wrestling GODs among men that should be worshipped but instead, we're thrown trash and told that our mothers were immigrant whores. You want a war Gib...
Welcome to it.
Bushido takes a drink of whatever fluid is in the flask. In fact he takes a few before making a face of satisfactory disgust.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: The Internationals are not new to this business. A business Simon Daye is yet to understand. I can understand why Gib was chosen to represent the hot dog eating pigs of the world but Simon Daye has nothing to offer but a tongue that never rests. The man is a racist and a degenerate. He has no purpose other than being a lackey but I guess that's why someone like Gib would ask him for help. After all, Gib needs somebody to control. Somebody to feed to the wolves as he tries to do the American thing, cheat to win. Both of you are premiere examples as to why this country is headed into a second depression. You spend just to spend and you waste just to waste. You kill time by killing this world with your ideals as you wage war against those that don't follow your rules.
You can take your stereotypes and motorcycles and you can shove them up your ass.
We've seen men treat us like jokes before and those men no longer wrestle for this company. Driven away by shame for what they could not accomplish. A failure you will come to know real well at Sovereign. The Internationals are here to stay and no amount of Visa issues or immigrant laws will tell us otherwise. You can joke and you can jest but in the end, when our hands are raised in victory,...
You will be weeping.
Bushido takes one more sip from the flask before spitting a red liquid into the camera's lens.
Bushido: This Sunday, The Internationals invites the world to witness what little effect Team America will have on this worldly tournament.
Sayonara.
The scene fades to black as the red liquid drips off the lens, making it appear as though Bushido's smiling face is covered in blood..
The Internationals were taken by surprise this past week. Knitemare on Helms Street, with the help of Kelly Knite, worked together to embarrass the champions of the world. The Internationals now find themselves scheduled to face one of the teams that will take part in the upcoming tournament. A team that Kelly Knite herself chose to represent America.
Miranda: Can you believe it? I mean Simon Daye is a pushover but not Gib. He's going to be a problem.
Dragon: Para quien? For who? He's an old fart. Probably not even as good as he use to be.
Miranda: I don't know. For a man his age he looks good.
Dragon hops to his feet and begins flexing his glorious biceps. The shirt rips at the seams as the muscles bulge.
Dragon: Not as good as I do. This tournament was our idea. Now Kelly wants to take credit by forming her own team. Screw her. Screw them. SCREW EVERYONE!
Bushido: We must remain calm.
Miranda puts down the file she was looking over as Dragon stops flexing. Both look over to Bushido who normally doesn't have much to say. Today is a special day, though. Today is the beginning of the International Invitational and The Internationals need to ensure it goes off with a bang. Bushido talks as Miranda translates.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Miranda: He says that we need to take these two seriously. That we need to make a statement. That...
Miranda doesn't finish the statement as she looks at Bushido. Bushido just nods his head as if to tell her to continue.
Miranda: That it doesn't matter if we win or lose. We have to make an impact to those participating in the tournament. SO everyone will know exactly why we're champions.
Dragon: Precisamente! We must show the world that these two perros Americanos are nothing more than American pigs.
Miranda: Wait, how can they be dogs and pigs?
Dragon: Because that's how American they are.
Miranda: That doesn't even make sense.
Dragon: Enough! Time for strategy. To the war room!
Dragon and Kesuke exit with haste as Miranda stays behind. She wants to speak to Bushido the way she used to but lately, Bushido is unapproachable. She simply leaves him there as he stares out the window of their luxurious suite.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: To have honor in one's nation is a blessing that many overlook. There are so many that waste their days wasting away in the gutter of their dishonorable lives. Dragon and I came after traveling the world and we noticed what so many notice. Americans are lazy and stupid. They take their lives for granted as they slave away for the next luxurious trend. Land of the free has become land of the greedy. Smug bastards turning their nose up at anything that looks and acts differently. Making serious threats into silly jokes.
Something Gib and Simon Daye know everything about.
The both of you are exactly what Dragon and I speak and fight against. Your nation is coveted by bigotry and racism. Stereotyping has become a way of life as you salute your made up GOD offering the latest American dream. A man with a mullet and a senior citizen going through midlife crisis will do little to us other than get under our skins with their blatant stupidity. Life is not meant to be funny. It's not meant to be deformed by your racial stereotyping but I guess that's what makes you American, isn't it?
The ability to act like complete buffoons as you chant USA.
Bushido steps away from the window. The sun shines in from behind him making Bushido seem like he has wings of light. He smirks as he pulls a flask from his breast pocket.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I can see why Gib has grown in popularity. His antics are legendary even in my country. The man is a certifiable legend acting like an immature geriatric attempting to relive his glory days. You haven't lost your shape but you've grown a little belly and I bet you can't move as fast or as well as you once could. The legendary Gib can now be seen reigning in his bastard son and bastard daughter as they joke about real life issues. You think third world countries are something to disregard because it doesn't fit your photoshopped image of America. You eat hot dogs like you suck dick and you expect everyone to simply chant USA because you are American.
The sad part is that the bloody sheep will do just that.
They'll look upon your predictable and outrageous antics as something to cheer for when in reality they should be cheering for everything we represent. We are wrestling GODs among men that should be worshipped but instead, we're thrown trash and told that our mothers were immigrant whores. You want a war Gib...
Welcome to it.
Bushido takes a drink of whatever fluid is in the flask. In fact he takes a few before making a face of satisfactory disgust.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: The Internationals are not new to this business. A business Simon Daye is yet to understand. I can understand why Gib was chosen to represent the hot dog eating pigs of the world but Simon Daye has nothing to offer but a tongue that never rests. The man is a racist and a degenerate. He has no purpose other than being a lackey but I guess that's why someone like Gib would ask him for help. After all, Gib needs somebody to control. Somebody to feed to the wolves as he tries to do the American thing, cheat to win. Both of you are premiere examples as to why this country is headed into a second depression. You spend just to spend and you waste just to waste. You kill time by killing this world with your ideals as you wage war against those that don't follow your rules.
You can take your stereotypes and motorcycles and you can shove them up your ass.
We've seen men treat us like jokes before and those men no longer wrestle for this company. Driven away by shame for what they could not accomplish. A failure you will come to know real well at Sovereign. The Internationals are here to stay and no amount of Visa issues or immigrant laws will tell us otherwise. You can joke and you can jest but in the end, when our hands are raised in victory,...
You will be weeping.
Bushido takes one more sip from the flask before spitting a red liquid into the camera's lens.
Bushido: This Sunday, The Internationals invites the world to witness what little effect Team America will have on this worldly tournament.
Sayonara.
The scene fades to black as the red liquid drips off the lens, making it appear as though Bushido's smiling face is covered in blood..
