Post by El Dragon on Jun 16, 2012 14:09:34 GMT -6
Today...
We observe Dragon walking out of the locker room showers, wearing only his mask and a towel. He notices the camera and beckons it over.
Dragon: Assault X? Really? Is this what you people want? Is this really what you want? You want us to go out there in a no rules match where the only way to win is to crawl along a rope ten feet above the ring? You would really rather have this, than have the honor rules, two team only matches that we gave you for months? The tag team matches that are way more athletic and are much closer to wrestling than this? You do realize the "W" in NCW stands for wrestling, not stuntmen, right?
Dragon looks at the camera with a questioning gaze.
Dragon: I know what you people are thinking. "The deck is stacked, there's no way that the Internationals will regain their titles. Not only is their three other teams instead of one, but it's not a normal match! Their chance is slime" Tu eres un idiota! Do not forget how the Internationals won the tag team titles the first time. In a three way ladder match! We know how to jump around, we know how to use our environment in our favor. We know how to fight more than one team at a time. Just like the last time we were in a match like this, we will win the tag team titles, and we will go back to having regular tag team matches with regular rules. The matches you need to make yourselves better people.
Yesterday...
We cut to Dragon standing with Bushido and Miranda in the limo.
Dragon: Mi amigo, this Sunday, we face many challenges. Not just our opponents, but the match itself has hurdles to overcome.
Bushido: {Speaks Japanese.}
Translation: It's okay, we work well under pressure. It's refreshing to actually have a challenge again.
Dragon: I agree, though I'd prefer to be walking in as the champions, it will only solidify our legacy to overcome these odds and walk out as the champions again. Especially against these three teams.
Bushido: {Speaks Japanese.}
Translation: Yes, these teams have been giving us plenty of problems as of late.
Dragon: Yes, through nefarious means, we've lost to each of these teams over the past month. I mean, they are all talented teams, if we were not here in NCW, they would be worthy of reigning over the tag team division. But when you have the Internationals, you really can't compare. So let all our opponents have their false sense of security, in the end, it only really helps us.
Dragon pulls out a bottle of wine from the ice bucket in the limo. He pours a drink.
Miranda: Another so soon?
Dragon: Why not an early toast to our fantastic match this weekend!
Dragon pours himself a glass as we fade.
Today...
We cut back to Dragon, who is now wearing his gear and lacing up his boots.
Dragon: You know, this isn't right. What you people want. This match has no rules, and we are in there with some criminals. Some back water, upside-down hicks, who gladly embrace their criminal heritage. One tries to showoff his toughness by attacking animals, and the other just likes to complain. Listen here, Criminal Intent wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for us. The International's created that tournament to give other foreigners the chance we got. Australia sent their best, which as it turns out, is the ultimate stereotype of what everyone things Australians are. I've known plenty Australians in my time, I've wrestled in a few of their promotions, and I must say, Criminal Intent does not represent their people well. You're almost as bad as that farce Team Mexico. Casi.
He finishes one boot and switches to the other.
Dragon: I won't be surprised if you guys bring shivs and crocodiles, but let me tell you, they won't help you. I may live a dignified life now, a life which I earned, but I started out on the streets of Mexico. I know violence, I know how to survive a knife fight, I know how to get my hands dirty while looking clean. It's a life I've left behind, a life I try to change for all the people of the world. A message I have spread the moment I showed up in NCW. Now I feel disgraced that our tournament brought the likes of you into NCW, because all you do is taint the very message I brought. People should see you, and then see us, and realize that the Internationals' way of life is the right one, the better one, the only one that matters. But you bring your amorality and flaunt it and further desecrate the sport that I love. How dare you! We will do our best to rid you from our ring.
Dragon finishes tying his boots and stands up. He walks over to Kesuke, who starts rubbing him with oil.
Dragon: Then, El Olvidado, the Forgotten, two hall of famers. Two former world champions. Two men...who have been...forgotten. Honestly, has Falcon done anything since being handed the world title by a woman? Ever since, he has done nothing of importance. He's just floated around. He was so disgraced, he tried to hide himself under a mask and pretend to be one of Bushido's brethren. Despicable. Muy despreciable.
Dragon raises his arms and Kesuke makes sure to get underneath.
Dragon: Then their is Spike Kane. The "God of Xtreme." A smug piece of trash who's only relevant anymore when he decides to have a gore-fest instead of a match. Because when he's not bleeding, no one cares about him. I mean, when was the last time anyone said the phrase, "Spike Kane is a great wrestler?" I understand that the Assault X match is right up your alley because you can get extreme. That's fine. I already mentioned my upbringing, but Bushido knows the site of his own blood full well. To earn his stripes in Japan, he had to start out in those horrific death matches. He had to pay his dues and earn his stripes through that horrific style of wrestling. He went to evil depths within his soul, and he made it out to the other side and went on to real wrestling feds and actually became a great wrestler. But if you want to bring your extreme, Bushido can match you, I know it, because I know my partner like the back of my hand, and I have full faith in him. He doesn't like returning to that dark past, but that's how much this match means to us.
Kesuke looks worried as he finishes oiling Dragon. Dragon nods. He walks over to his bag and pulls out wrist tape and starts wrapping.
Dragon: Then of course, that leaves...our "champions..."
Dragon shudders.
Dragon: ...Team America. Team America, much like the country, takes the ideas of others, and claims it as their own. They run their mouth about how the tag division suffered before they were champions? That the Internationals reigned over a dark time? What do you know, Americans rewriting history!
Dragon gives a slow clap before going back to tapping his wrists.
Dragon: The Internationals saved the NCW tag team division! We told you that the tag team division was suffering. We told you that we wanted competition. And when that floozy Kelly Knite wouldn't get us competition, we devised a tournament to get it ourselves! Team America would not have even had the chance to be champions had it not been for us! While we never wanted them in our tournament to begin with, Kelly got them into our tournament anyway. The tag team division has now exploded thanks to us! We invited everyone from around the world! Not Team America! Not Kelly Knite!
Dragon finishes wrapping the tape and takes a few deep breathes to calm down.
Dragon: You know, this "Team America" farce, it's gone on long enough. We all know Gib just grabbed the first punk kid he could find and drag out to the ring to be his partner. Simon is but a pimple on this company's back, waiting to be popped. And Gib, talented as he may be, is too damn old to be climbing on anything. So let's face facts here, reveal what's really going on. We've got some common thugs, some now irrelevant pricks, an old man and a whiny brat, and the two best athletes in NCW all in one match. Is there really any doubt who's going to be walking out of this match as your champions? Not just because we want it, not just because we deserve it, but becuase you stupid Americans need it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to do some training and then some rock wall climbing. Always be prepared, mi amigos.
Dragon walks out of the locker room and into the gym as the scene fades.
Yesterday...
We see later in the night as Dragon sits at the hotel bar. He sips his wine.
Bartender: You've been here awhile mac, you ain't got somewhere else to be?
Dragon looks up at him and curls his lip into a half smile. He looks a little glass eyed.
Dragon: I'll tell ya what, you're looking at a ssssoon to be two time N-sss-C-W tag team champion. ¡Dos vesssces el mejor!
Dragon raises his glass in the air. The other patrons turn to see what's going on.
Dragon: I ssshall ssscelebrate assss I sssee fit! Now, which woman here would like to go back to my room! ¡Nossss divertimossss toda la noche!
Dragon looks around, but there are no takers.
Dragon: That's fine...you gold diggersss! When I get my title back, then you'll all fllllock to me!
Dragon stands up off the bar stool and finishes his wine. He then slams the glass onto the bar and staggers off. The scene fades.
We observe Dragon walking out of the locker room showers, wearing only his mask and a towel. He notices the camera and beckons it over.
Dragon: Assault X? Really? Is this what you people want? Is this really what you want? You want us to go out there in a no rules match where the only way to win is to crawl along a rope ten feet above the ring? You would really rather have this, than have the honor rules, two team only matches that we gave you for months? The tag team matches that are way more athletic and are much closer to wrestling than this? You do realize the "W" in NCW stands for wrestling, not stuntmen, right?
Dragon looks at the camera with a questioning gaze.
Dragon: I know what you people are thinking. "The deck is stacked, there's no way that the Internationals will regain their titles. Not only is their three other teams instead of one, but it's not a normal match! Their chance is slime" Tu eres un idiota! Do not forget how the Internationals won the tag team titles the first time. In a three way ladder match! We know how to jump around, we know how to use our environment in our favor. We know how to fight more than one team at a time. Just like the last time we were in a match like this, we will win the tag team titles, and we will go back to having regular tag team matches with regular rules. The matches you need to make yourselves better people.
Yesterday...
We cut to Dragon standing with Bushido and Miranda in the limo.
Dragon: Mi amigo, this Sunday, we face many challenges. Not just our opponents, but the match itself has hurdles to overcome.
Bushido: {Speaks Japanese.}
Translation: It's okay, we work well under pressure. It's refreshing to actually have a challenge again.
Dragon: I agree, though I'd prefer to be walking in as the champions, it will only solidify our legacy to overcome these odds and walk out as the champions again. Especially against these three teams.
Bushido: {Speaks Japanese.}
Translation: Yes, these teams have been giving us plenty of problems as of late.
Dragon: Yes, through nefarious means, we've lost to each of these teams over the past month. I mean, they are all talented teams, if we were not here in NCW, they would be worthy of reigning over the tag team division. But when you have the Internationals, you really can't compare. So let all our opponents have their false sense of security, in the end, it only really helps us.
Dragon pulls out a bottle of wine from the ice bucket in the limo. He pours a drink.
Miranda: Another so soon?
Dragon: Why not an early toast to our fantastic match this weekend!
Dragon pours himself a glass as we fade.
Today...
We cut back to Dragon, who is now wearing his gear and lacing up his boots.
Dragon: You know, this isn't right. What you people want. This match has no rules, and we are in there with some criminals. Some back water, upside-down hicks, who gladly embrace their criminal heritage. One tries to showoff his toughness by attacking animals, and the other just likes to complain. Listen here, Criminal Intent wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for us. The International's created that tournament to give other foreigners the chance we got. Australia sent their best, which as it turns out, is the ultimate stereotype of what everyone things Australians are. I've known plenty Australians in my time, I've wrestled in a few of their promotions, and I must say, Criminal Intent does not represent their people well. You're almost as bad as that farce Team Mexico. Casi.
He finishes one boot and switches to the other.
Dragon: I won't be surprised if you guys bring shivs and crocodiles, but let me tell you, they won't help you. I may live a dignified life now, a life which I earned, but I started out on the streets of Mexico. I know violence, I know how to survive a knife fight, I know how to get my hands dirty while looking clean. It's a life I've left behind, a life I try to change for all the people of the world. A message I have spread the moment I showed up in NCW. Now I feel disgraced that our tournament brought the likes of you into NCW, because all you do is taint the very message I brought. People should see you, and then see us, and realize that the Internationals' way of life is the right one, the better one, the only one that matters. But you bring your amorality and flaunt it and further desecrate the sport that I love. How dare you! We will do our best to rid you from our ring.
Dragon finishes tying his boots and stands up. He walks over to Kesuke, who starts rubbing him with oil.
Dragon: Then, El Olvidado, the Forgotten, two hall of famers. Two former world champions. Two men...who have been...forgotten. Honestly, has Falcon done anything since being handed the world title by a woman? Ever since, he has done nothing of importance. He's just floated around. He was so disgraced, he tried to hide himself under a mask and pretend to be one of Bushido's brethren. Despicable. Muy despreciable.
Dragon raises his arms and Kesuke makes sure to get underneath.
Dragon: Then their is Spike Kane. The "God of Xtreme." A smug piece of trash who's only relevant anymore when he decides to have a gore-fest instead of a match. Because when he's not bleeding, no one cares about him. I mean, when was the last time anyone said the phrase, "Spike Kane is a great wrestler?" I understand that the Assault X match is right up your alley because you can get extreme. That's fine. I already mentioned my upbringing, but Bushido knows the site of his own blood full well. To earn his stripes in Japan, he had to start out in those horrific death matches. He had to pay his dues and earn his stripes through that horrific style of wrestling. He went to evil depths within his soul, and he made it out to the other side and went on to real wrestling feds and actually became a great wrestler. But if you want to bring your extreme, Bushido can match you, I know it, because I know my partner like the back of my hand, and I have full faith in him. He doesn't like returning to that dark past, but that's how much this match means to us.
Kesuke looks worried as he finishes oiling Dragon. Dragon nods. He walks over to his bag and pulls out wrist tape and starts wrapping.
Dragon: Then of course, that leaves...our "champions..."
Dragon shudders.
Dragon: ...Team America. Team America, much like the country, takes the ideas of others, and claims it as their own. They run their mouth about how the tag division suffered before they were champions? That the Internationals reigned over a dark time? What do you know, Americans rewriting history!
Dragon gives a slow clap before going back to tapping his wrists.
Dragon: The Internationals saved the NCW tag team division! We told you that the tag team division was suffering. We told you that we wanted competition. And when that floozy Kelly Knite wouldn't get us competition, we devised a tournament to get it ourselves! Team America would not have even had the chance to be champions had it not been for us! While we never wanted them in our tournament to begin with, Kelly got them into our tournament anyway. The tag team division has now exploded thanks to us! We invited everyone from around the world! Not Team America! Not Kelly Knite!
Dragon finishes wrapping the tape and takes a few deep breathes to calm down.
Dragon: You know, this "Team America" farce, it's gone on long enough. We all know Gib just grabbed the first punk kid he could find and drag out to the ring to be his partner. Simon is but a pimple on this company's back, waiting to be popped. And Gib, talented as he may be, is too damn old to be climbing on anything. So let's face facts here, reveal what's really going on. We've got some common thugs, some now irrelevant pricks, an old man and a whiny brat, and the two best athletes in NCW all in one match. Is there really any doubt who's going to be walking out of this match as your champions? Not just because we want it, not just because we deserve it, but becuase you stupid Americans need it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to do some training and then some rock wall climbing. Always be prepared, mi amigos.
Dragon walks out of the locker room and into the gym as the scene fades.
Yesterday...
We see later in the night as Dragon sits at the hotel bar. He sips his wine.
Bartender: You've been here awhile mac, you ain't got somewhere else to be?
Dragon looks up at him and curls his lip into a half smile. He looks a little glass eyed.
Dragon: I'll tell ya what, you're looking at a ssssoon to be two time N-sss-C-W tag team champion. ¡Dos vesssces el mejor!
Dragon raises his glass in the air. The other patrons turn to see what's going on.
Dragon: I ssshall ssscelebrate assss I sssee fit! Now, which woman here would like to go back to my room! ¡Nossss divertimossss toda la noche!
Dragon looks around, but there are no takers.
Dragon: That's fine...you gold diggersss! When I get my title back, then you'll all fllllock to me!
Dragon stands up off the bar stool and finishes his wine. He then slams the glass onto the bar and staggers off. The scene fades.
