Post by El Dragon on Aug 17, 2012 14:04:39 GMT -6
Friday, August 17, 2012...
We open to see El Dragon de Valor kicking a sand bag with a picture of Gib on it in a gym. He goes right for the picture, kicking it over and over again. He finally tires and stops. Kesuke runs over and gives Dragon a bottle of water. Dragon looks to the camera.
Dragon: Finalmente. Team America...finally grant us our one on one match. We finally get the match we deserve, the match that the world deserves. We get to beat the hell out of Americans in the capitol of America, and the rest of the world will rejoice as they watch the Internationals teach you dumb ass Americans a lesson.
Dragon drinks some water.
Dragon: This is not some climbing contest like the title rematch we got a few months ago. This is not a race like that title rematch we got a few months ago. This is not some lame duck, throw eight people in the ring and see what happens crap like the title rematch we got a few months ago! Este no es un acto de circo. This is Internationals going against Team USA in a wrestling match pitting one team against another. The Internationals are the best damn team in the world, and we have fallen from grace a little bit, but we are not dead yet. We are not at the bottom of the barrel, and we refuse to be. So we train like we have never trained before. We have the spirit to come back out there and show Team America that their entire tag team championship reign is a fluke.
Dragon sips some more water and then hands the bottle back to Kesuke.
Dragon: So today, I am here, training, with my foe visualized. I use a picture of Gib to motivate me because he is the challenge. He is the target. He is the great athlete that carries the team. A trait I know well. He is the one to worry about. He is the strong link that must be worn down. Simon Daye is an idiota, he has lucked into sharing the spotlight with Gib. He has enough talent to get by, but put him in the ring with me or with Bushido, and he will see what true wrestling talent looks like. We will wrestle circles around him and make him run back to his protector and muscle, Gib. So if Gib is weakened, then we have no problems. Resistente pero factible. The Internationals are going to be back on top. Be afraid, be warned. The Internationals have no reason to hold back, no reason to give any leeway. The Internationals are going to come out there and lay it all on the line, because we must. It is the only way. Death before dishonor.
Dragon turns back to the sand bag and starts kicking again as the scene fades.
We open to a night time setting, Dragon sitting by the pool at the Internationals mansion, with a wine glass in his hand. Bushido walks out and stands next to him. He bends down and drabs the bottle of win sitting on the floor next to Dragon. He speaks in Japanese as he points at the bottle. Dragon just raises his glass and clinks the bottle, then drinks. Bushido looks angry. He then starts shouting in Japanese. Dragon rolls his eyes. Bushido is shoving the bottle in Dragons face. When his shouts finally pause, Dragon pushes the wine bottle away from his face.
Dragon: What? I'm fine! I can't enjoy a little wine now and again. Don't worry, I won't be as bad as I was in our match a few weeks ago.
Bushido just shakes his head. Dragon puts up a finger.
Dragon: No se preocupe, lo tengo en el control, esto no nos afectará el domingo.
{Translation: Don't worry, I have it under control, it will not affect us on Sunday.}
Bushido starts speaking Spanish, and though it sounds a bit broken, it is much better than his English.
Bushido: Condénele. Este veneno que mata nuestro equipo. ¡Tome forma damnit, hemos disparado a títulos!
{Translation: Damn you. This poison killing our team. Shape up damnit, we have shot at titles!}
Dragon: Realmente siento el modo que he sido, no puedo acentuar este bastante. He dicho este muchas veces. Pero puedo ser civil, puedo guardar mi cabeza sobre mí. Puedo controlar mis impulsos.
{Translation: I am truly sorry for the way I have been, I cannot stress this enough. I have said this many times. But I can be civil, I can keep my head about me. I can control my urges.}
Bushido just gets even angrier. He turns and throws the wine bottle against the brick wall that fences off their mansion. It shatters to pieces and the remaining wine splashes against the wall. Dragon stands up, placing his glass on the floor.
Dragon: ¡Oye! ¡Esto es la materia de priced alta!
{Translation: Hey! That's high priced stuff!}
Bushido: ¡No doy la mierda! ¡Ganamos, usted puede comprar todo el vino que usted quiere! ¡Enderécese y esté listo para el domingo!
{Translation: I don't give ****! We win, you can buy all wine you want! Straighten up and get prepared for Sunday!}
Bushido pokes Dragon between the eyes with his index finger.
Bushido: Usted gran luchador. Yo gran luchador. Juntos somos el equipo asombroso. ¡Usted y bebida, no gran equipo! ¡Usted combina conmigo, o usted combina con la bebida!
{Translation: You great wrestler. I great wrestler. Together we are amazing team. You and booze, not great team! You either team with me, or you team with booze!}
Dragon looks down and sighs.
Dragon: Usted tiene razón. Usted tiene razón. Tomaré forma. Bajaremos aquellos tirones. Puedo amar una copa de vino buena, pero yo amaría golpear a los americanos más. Podemos hacer este. Tengo a su hermano trasero.
{Translation: You're right. You're right. I will shape up. We will take those jerks down. I may love a good glass of wine, but I'd love to beat the Americans more. We can do this. I have your back brother.}
Dragon puts his hand on the shoulder of his partner. Bushido nods.
Bushido: Arigato Dragon-san.
Bushido heads back to the house. Dragon reaches down and picks up his wine glass, downing the rest of it quickly before he heads back into the mansion. The scene fades.
We open to see El Dragon de Valor kicking a sand bag with a picture of Gib on it in a gym. He goes right for the picture, kicking it over and over again. He finally tires and stops. Kesuke runs over and gives Dragon a bottle of water. Dragon looks to the camera.
Dragon: Finalmente. Team America...finally grant us our one on one match. We finally get the match we deserve, the match that the world deserves. We get to beat the hell out of Americans in the capitol of America, and the rest of the world will rejoice as they watch the Internationals teach you dumb ass Americans a lesson.
Dragon drinks some water.
Dragon: This is not some climbing contest like the title rematch we got a few months ago. This is not a race like that title rematch we got a few months ago. This is not some lame duck, throw eight people in the ring and see what happens crap like the title rematch we got a few months ago! Este no es un acto de circo. This is Internationals going against Team USA in a wrestling match pitting one team against another. The Internationals are the best damn team in the world, and we have fallen from grace a little bit, but we are not dead yet. We are not at the bottom of the barrel, and we refuse to be. So we train like we have never trained before. We have the spirit to come back out there and show Team America that their entire tag team championship reign is a fluke.
Dragon sips some more water and then hands the bottle back to Kesuke.
Dragon: So today, I am here, training, with my foe visualized. I use a picture of Gib to motivate me because he is the challenge. He is the target. He is the great athlete that carries the team. A trait I know well. He is the one to worry about. He is the strong link that must be worn down. Simon Daye is an idiota, he has lucked into sharing the spotlight with Gib. He has enough talent to get by, but put him in the ring with me or with Bushido, and he will see what true wrestling talent looks like. We will wrestle circles around him and make him run back to his protector and muscle, Gib. So if Gib is weakened, then we have no problems. Resistente pero factible. The Internationals are going to be back on top. Be afraid, be warned. The Internationals have no reason to hold back, no reason to give any leeway. The Internationals are going to come out there and lay it all on the line, because we must. It is the only way. Death before dishonor.
Dragon turns back to the sand bag and starts kicking again as the scene fades.
We open to a night time setting, Dragon sitting by the pool at the Internationals mansion, with a wine glass in his hand. Bushido walks out and stands next to him. He bends down and drabs the bottle of win sitting on the floor next to Dragon. He speaks in Japanese as he points at the bottle. Dragon just raises his glass and clinks the bottle, then drinks. Bushido looks angry. He then starts shouting in Japanese. Dragon rolls his eyes. Bushido is shoving the bottle in Dragons face. When his shouts finally pause, Dragon pushes the wine bottle away from his face.
Dragon: What? I'm fine! I can't enjoy a little wine now and again. Don't worry, I won't be as bad as I was in our match a few weeks ago.
Bushido just shakes his head. Dragon puts up a finger.
Dragon: No se preocupe, lo tengo en el control, esto no nos afectará el domingo.
{Translation: Don't worry, I have it under control, it will not affect us on Sunday.}
Bushido starts speaking Spanish, and though it sounds a bit broken, it is much better than his English.
Bushido: Condénele. Este veneno que mata nuestro equipo. ¡Tome forma damnit, hemos disparado a títulos!
{Translation: Damn you. This poison killing our team. Shape up damnit, we have shot at titles!}
Dragon: Realmente siento el modo que he sido, no puedo acentuar este bastante. He dicho este muchas veces. Pero puedo ser civil, puedo guardar mi cabeza sobre mí. Puedo controlar mis impulsos.
{Translation: I am truly sorry for the way I have been, I cannot stress this enough. I have said this many times. But I can be civil, I can keep my head about me. I can control my urges.}
Bushido just gets even angrier. He turns and throws the wine bottle against the brick wall that fences off their mansion. It shatters to pieces and the remaining wine splashes against the wall. Dragon stands up, placing his glass on the floor.
Dragon: ¡Oye! ¡Esto es la materia de priced alta!
{Translation: Hey! That's high priced stuff!}
Bushido: ¡No doy la mierda! ¡Ganamos, usted puede comprar todo el vino que usted quiere! ¡Enderécese y esté listo para el domingo!
{Translation: I don't give ****! We win, you can buy all wine you want! Straighten up and get prepared for Sunday!}
Bushido pokes Dragon between the eyes with his index finger.
Bushido: Usted gran luchador. Yo gran luchador. Juntos somos el equipo asombroso. ¡Usted y bebida, no gran equipo! ¡Usted combina conmigo, o usted combina con la bebida!
{Translation: You great wrestler. I great wrestler. Together we are amazing team. You and booze, not great team! You either team with me, or you team with booze!}
Dragon looks down and sighs.
Dragon: Usted tiene razón. Usted tiene razón. Tomaré forma. Bajaremos aquellos tirones. Puedo amar una copa de vino buena, pero yo amaría golpear a los americanos más. Podemos hacer este. Tengo a su hermano trasero.
{Translation: You're right. You're right. I will shape up. We will take those jerks down. I may love a good glass of wine, but I'd love to beat the Americans more. We can do this. I have your back brother.}
Dragon puts his hand on the shoulder of his partner. Bushido nods.
Bushido: Arigato Dragon-san.
Bushido heads back to the house. Dragon reaches down and picks up his wine glass, downing the rest of it quickly before he heads back into the mansion. The scene fades.
