Post by bushido on Aug 18, 2012 4:10:13 GMT -6
Saturday, August 18, 2012...
The Internationals have been heavily criticized as of late. Rumors of alcoholism and injuries have plagued many websites dedicated to wrestling. nCw itself declines to comment when asked about such things. Americans seem to enjoy their misery while the countries that respect the duo worldwide watch in disappointing awe. Still, those rumors have remained just that, rumors. For only The Internationals themselves know the state they are in. The airport is somewhat busy where Dragon, Bushido, Miranda and Kesuke make their way through the crowd as they have just landed in Washington D.C., home of A New Dawn.
Miranda: The nation's capital is a dump.
Dragon: Claro que si, Miranda. This place represents the state of the country.
Miranda: It kind of smells too.
Dragon: No worse than Team America's breath.... You know what else stinks? They're wrestling.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Miranda: Bushido makes a point. He says they must not stink too bad if they've been dominating.
Dragon: Puro suerte. Pure stinking dumb luck. That changes this Sunday. Kesuke! Go get the car!
Kesuke stops pulling the cart holding the luggage and immediately runs off screen, in search of the rental they acquired for the weekend.
Dragon: I need a drink.
Miranda: Another one?! You had a few of those little bottles on the plane. That should be enough.
Dragon: That reminds me.
Dragon pulls out two more bottles from his inside pocket on his jacket, unscrews the tops and downs the liquid. Bushido shakes his head in the background as he rubs the side of his mid section.
Bushido: We talk about this.
Dragon: It's just a few. You should consider a few. It might work to numb the pain in your ribs.
Miranda glares at Bushido as he seems to be nitpicking at the bandages under his clothes.
Miranda: Why do you keep saying you're fine if you're not?
Bushido: I'm fine.
Dragon: If he says he's fine then he's fine. Dejalo.
Miranda: The both of you have problems that need to be dealt with. Unfortunately we have no time for that. A New Dawn, we win the belts and then deal.
Dragon: So as long as we are winning it's fine for us to wrestle drunk or injured? Figures.
Bushido: ....
Miranda: I didn't say that?! What happened to us? We were champions.
Dragon: Perdimos. Let's just get in the car and go to the hotel room.
Bushido: Agreed.
Kesuke pulls up with the car and The Internationals pile in. They have seen better days and whatever days remain may be coming to an end. Things aren't the same and there's a chance they never will be again.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: My sides are not one hundred percent. When I move, I hurt. Sometimes I find it hard to breathe, forcing me to lie awake at night. Without proper sleep I train and prepare myself for a huge match at A New Dawn. A match against team America for the Tag Team Titles. Belts we proudly wore for months as we defended them successfully over and over again. We were unstoppable at our prime and now it seems we lack the strength and resolve we once had coming out of every pore.
Something is not right within the machine.
Bushido stares out the window of the moving car as Dragon seems to be thirsty. Miranda pulls away any bottle he claws at.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: It's hard to understand why we are going through this. At one point, we were the bar. A bar raised so high most of you could barely grab it with your fingertips. We were about honor and respect and integrity. Everything this country lacked. We were the last bit of morality and we hoped to resurrect these ideals back into existence but all we got were half eaten hot dogs and stale nachos thrown our way, along with insults and hatred. We evolved our style and became what was needed in order to thrive in a world that dared to put us down every chance we got. For a while, it worked.
It's not working anymore.
Bushido continues to stare, bringing up his index finger to his temple as he continues to ignore the stinging pain moving up and down his side.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Are we to blame? Or is Team America and the nonsense that spews from their mouths the ones to hate? It seems Gib and Simon have grown huge egos to compensate for their small wieners. It must be nice to live in a delusional world where all you need to succeed is have a good old "USA" chant in your back pocket. The oh so powerful team representing this selfish country certainly has picked up some of it's citizens habits. Both country and team are lost in a world of bigotry and racism thinking they know the way better than the rest of us. Always looking to inject your democracy into our way of life as if we are wrong for living the way we were raised to.
There is no equality here. No understanding, no acceptance, no forgiveness.
Dragon can be seen yanking a bottle away from Miranda and pouring himself a glass of wine. Miranda argues against it but Dragon doesn't care as he hands her a glass before handing another one to Bushido.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: There's nothing much left to be said. I do not wish to be arrogant and claim we are better, though clearly we are. We redefined a division., bringing it back from the brink. While Gib and Simon did their best to not care, we did the unthinkable. When things looked bleak, we rose from the grave and brought with us a newly defined pair of titles and then the glory was stolen from us. It was taken from us by a pair of thugs that think they know all about patriotism. Still, if this happens to be our last match, we wish to toast every single one of you that boo'd and shoo'd us away. Without you we wouldn't have had the motivation to do what we did.
And for that I thank you.
Bushido takes a sip of wine along with Dragon and Miranda as they raise their glasses into the air.
Bushido: This weekend, we will come down to ring and try best. We will try to show world that we not taken lightly. We are best. Best anyone has ever seen. Win or lose, we shine. Those that don't understand...
Kiss our ass.
Bushido takes a huge gulp after forcing the broken English from his vocal chords. He flinches in pain, holding his side before throwing the glass out of the moving car.
Bushido: Death before dishonor.
The Internationals have been heavily criticized as of late. Rumors of alcoholism and injuries have plagued many websites dedicated to wrestling. nCw itself declines to comment when asked about such things. Americans seem to enjoy their misery while the countries that respect the duo worldwide watch in disappointing awe. Still, those rumors have remained just that, rumors. For only The Internationals themselves know the state they are in. The airport is somewhat busy where Dragon, Bushido, Miranda and Kesuke make their way through the crowd as they have just landed in Washington D.C., home of A New Dawn.
Miranda: The nation's capital is a dump.
Dragon: Claro que si, Miranda. This place represents the state of the country.
Miranda: It kind of smells too.
Dragon: No worse than Team America's breath.... You know what else stinks? They're wrestling.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Miranda: Bushido makes a point. He says they must not stink too bad if they've been dominating.
Dragon: Puro suerte. Pure stinking dumb luck. That changes this Sunday. Kesuke! Go get the car!
Kesuke stops pulling the cart holding the luggage and immediately runs off screen, in search of the rental they acquired for the weekend.
Dragon: I need a drink.
Miranda: Another one?! You had a few of those little bottles on the plane. That should be enough.
Dragon: That reminds me.
Dragon pulls out two more bottles from his inside pocket on his jacket, unscrews the tops and downs the liquid. Bushido shakes his head in the background as he rubs the side of his mid section.
Bushido: We talk about this.
Dragon: It's just a few. You should consider a few. It might work to numb the pain in your ribs.
Miranda glares at Bushido as he seems to be nitpicking at the bandages under his clothes.
Miranda: Why do you keep saying you're fine if you're not?
Bushido: I'm fine.
Dragon: If he says he's fine then he's fine. Dejalo.
Miranda: The both of you have problems that need to be dealt with. Unfortunately we have no time for that. A New Dawn, we win the belts and then deal.
Dragon: So as long as we are winning it's fine for us to wrestle drunk or injured? Figures.
Bushido: ....
Miranda: I didn't say that?! What happened to us? We were champions.
Dragon: Perdimos. Let's just get in the car and go to the hotel room.
Bushido: Agreed.
Kesuke pulls up with the car and The Internationals pile in. They have seen better days and whatever days remain may be coming to an end. Things aren't the same and there's a chance they never will be again.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: My sides are not one hundred percent. When I move, I hurt. Sometimes I find it hard to breathe, forcing me to lie awake at night. Without proper sleep I train and prepare myself for a huge match at A New Dawn. A match against team America for the Tag Team Titles. Belts we proudly wore for months as we defended them successfully over and over again. We were unstoppable at our prime and now it seems we lack the strength and resolve we once had coming out of every pore.
Something is not right within the machine.
Bushido stares out the window of the moving car as Dragon seems to be thirsty. Miranda pulls away any bottle he claws at.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: It's hard to understand why we are going through this. At one point, we were the bar. A bar raised so high most of you could barely grab it with your fingertips. We were about honor and respect and integrity. Everything this country lacked. We were the last bit of morality and we hoped to resurrect these ideals back into existence but all we got were half eaten hot dogs and stale nachos thrown our way, along with insults and hatred. We evolved our style and became what was needed in order to thrive in a world that dared to put us down every chance we got. For a while, it worked.
It's not working anymore.
Bushido continues to stare, bringing up his index finger to his temple as he continues to ignore the stinging pain moving up and down his side.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Are we to blame? Or is Team America and the nonsense that spews from their mouths the ones to hate? It seems Gib and Simon have grown huge egos to compensate for their small wieners. It must be nice to live in a delusional world where all you need to succeed is have a good old "USA" chant in your back pocket. The oh so powerful team representing this selfish country certainly has picked up some of it's citizens habits. Both country and team are lost in a world of bigotry and racism thinking they know the way better than the rest of us. Always looking to inject your democracy into our way of life as if we are wrong for living the way we were raised to.
There is no equality here. No understanding, no acceptance, no forgiveness.
Dragon can be seen yanking a bottle away from Miranda and pouring himself a glass of wine. Miranda argues against it but Dragon doesn't care as he hands her a glass before handing another one to Bushido.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: There's nothing much left to be said. I do not wish to be arrogant and claim we are better, though clearly we are. We redefined a division., bringing it back from the brink. While Gib and Simon did their best to not care, we did the unthinkable. When things looked bleak, we rose from the grave and brought with us a newly defined pair of titles and then the glory was stolen from us. It was taken from us by a pair of thugs that think they know all about patriotism. Still, if this happens to be our last match, we wish to toast every single one of you that boo'd and shoo'd us away. Without you we wouldn't have had the motivation to do what we did.
And for that I thank you.
Bushido takes a sip of wine along with Dragon and Miranda as they raise their glasses into the air.
Bushido: This weekend, we will come down to ring and try best. We will try to show world that we not taken lightly. We are best. Best anyone has ever seen. Win or lose, we shine. Those that don't understand...
Kiss our ass.
Bushido takes a huge gulp after forcing the broken English from his vocal chords. He flinches in pain, holding his side before throwing the glass out of the moving car.
Bushido: Death before dishonor.
