Post by Wes Fox on May 19, 2013 1:45:43 GMT -6
**OOC NOTE: Once again I wasn't able to access my Bushido account so I posted it on this one.
Our heroes have now become mortal enemies and the world as we know it will never be the same a-gain. The world's beloved Internationals have separated, walking separate paths to individual goals. One seeks redemption. The other revenge. Who is at fault for the fall of Earth's Mightiest Tag Team? Many point the finger at Dragon who in a weakened state of mind turned to the juice to fuel his inhibitions. Others to the lost Kanji covered warrior whose mindset has reverted back to the Floating Dragon under the Red Sun, a man whose bounds reach no end. Whoever should be blamed is no longer the issue as now The Internationals meet in the ring once again only not as partners but rivals.
Miranda: I know it hurts. I've been betrayed before too, you know? But we were a familia. I haven't even seen Dragon since all the bull**** began. You need to stop blaming hi..
Bushido: Do not finish statement. He is only one to blame.
The broken English spoken out of Bushido's mouth shot out with a burning ferocity. The dimly lit room had enough light to reveal the pair. Miranda tapped her foot as she used exaggerated hand gestures to appeal to Bushido's soft side. The hardened Japanese native was having none of it as he held a towel that rested on the back of his neck with both hands.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I know you wish for things to be as they were but things will never be the same again. One year ago we were on top of the world. He promised me we'd stay there and instead he went ahead and threw me over it's edge. We were family once but those days are over, replaced by a fiery vengeance that will be mine.
The manager turned lover became apprehensive as Bushido slowly approached her, holding her shoulders. She looked upon the man as if he wasn't the same and the truth of it was that he wasn't.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I am appreciative of you choosing to remain by my side. There have been many reasons for you not to be here. But if you question my motives again... I will throw you out on the street alongside Dragon's crippled body. Do you understand?
A tear streamed down her cheek. The subtle yet not so subtle threat sinking into her being. She looked to the floor, hiding her fearful eyes from his angered ones. She never wanted to choose but Bushido never gave her a choice to begin with. She was where she wanted to be.
Miranda: I understand.
Wrapping his arms around her tightly he embraced her. Behind him, a worried expression washed over Miranda's face as it rested behind his back. After he released her she promptly left the room leaving Bushido and the camera to cover his malcontent.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I find myself with a need to apologize to the great people that made NCW the great company that it has been for years. Last week, I was insensitive in claiming that I did not care about its curtains coming to a close for the last time. That is simply not the truth. NCW became a beacon to the world, a place where many hoped their careers would guide them towards. I was one of those many and I can't begin to explain how grateful I was and continue to be for that shot. It ill be a sad night when this show ends never to begin again.
Though he faced away from the camera, Bushido's words appeared sincere. He breathed an exasperated sigh as thoughts of his career in this company flashed before his eyes. All of them with Dragon by his side.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: My only regret is that I wasn't here longer than I was and there is only one person at fault for that.
Fingers balled up into a tight fist that was raised to his face in dramatic fashion. It shook like it belonged to Michael J. Fox before his eyes darted towards the camera.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: And that man is my good for nothing brother from a slutty mother Dragon. I have heard your apologies and your regrets and I care for none of them. The only thing I want from you is your blood. You have dishonored my name, my family more importantly you have dishonored yourself and the only way this will be rectified is if I destroy your leg as you have destroyed mine. I am saddened that our once great union has become nothing more than a spectacular feud for others to marvel at. We appease the world by arguing amongst each other as they wish to see our heroic ways bastardized by your villainy.
The tattoo ridden samurai has never been more serious though enraged eyes worked to hide his broken heart.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Many look upon me, Miranda included, and seem to misunderstand my motives. I do not wish to end you because I hate you. I wish to end you so you'd know how it feels to spend days laid in a bed with a heart full of worry. I stood to fight back my demons and accept my place in this world. And that begins by me tearing away this false face you display proudly to the world. A Japanese Death Match is not to be taken lightly. I trained for years to survive these tests of will and strength. You've merely participated in one or two matches similar but not exactly alike. On Sunday I will take your body and break it limb from limb. I will swallow your soul and breathe fire into your eyes so you could feel the same pain you made me feel. You will be faceless and my honor will be restored.
A taped knee under boxing shorts would reveal that the damage still existed. However, Bushido could not pass up the moment to face Dragon on the same pay per view where they lost their tag team gold a year ago.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: A Night to Remember 2012 has lived up to his name. I have spent my days and nights reliving that moment. After this year's event comes to an end you will find yourself in the same position, staring at your crippled body and wondering if it would ever be mended. You will spend the next year in rehab, a place I'm sure you are familiar with though for different reasons. You will be broken and should you survive without permanent mental damage, then... I will forgive you.
Death before dishonor.
A towel is thrown at the camera as everything fades to black.
Our heroes have now become mortal enemies and the world as we know it will never be the same a-gain. The world's beloved Internationals have separated, walking separate paths to individual goals. One seeks redemption. The other revenge. Who is at fault for the fall of Earth's Mightiest Tag Team? Many point the finger at Dragon who in a weakened state of mind turned to the juice to fuel his inhibitions. Others to the lost Kanji covered warrior whose mindset has reverted back to the Floating Dragon under the Red Sun, a man whose bounds reach no end. Whoever should be blamed is no longer the issue as now The Internationals meet in the ring once again only not as partners but rivals.
Miranda: I know it hurts. I've been betrayed before too, you know? But we were a familia. I haven't even seen Dragon since all the bull**** began. You need to stop blaming hi..
Bushido: Do not finish statement. He is only one to blame.
The broken English spoken out of Bushido's mouth shot out with a burning ferocity. The dimly lit room had enough light to reveal the pair. Miranda tapped her foot as she used exaggerated hand gestures to appeal to Bushido's soft side. The hardened Japanese native was having none of it as he held a towel that rested on the back of his neck with both hands.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I know you wish for things to be as they were but things will never be the same again. One year ago we were on top of the world. He promised me we'd stay there and instead he went ahead and threw me over it's edge. We were family once but those days are over, replaced by a fiery vengeance that will be mine.
The manager turned lover became apprehensive as Bushido slowly approached her, holding her shoulders. She looked upon the man as if he wasn't the same and the truth of it was that he wasn't.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I am appreciative of you choosing to remain by my side. There have been many reasons for you not to be here. But if you question my motives again... I will throw you out on the street alongside Dragon's crippled body. Do you understand?
A tear streamed down her cheek. The subtle yet not so subtle threat sinking into her being. She looked to the floor, hiding her fearful eyes from his angered ones. She never wanted to choose but Bushido never gave her a choice to begin with. She was where she wanted to be.
Miranda: I understand.
Wrapping his arms around her tightly he embraced her. Behind him, a worried expression washed over Miranda's face as it rested behind his back. After he released her she promptly left the room leaving Bushido and the camera to cover his malcontent.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I find myself with a need to apologize to the great people that made NCW the great company that it has been for years. Last week, I was insensitive in claiming that I did not care about its curtains coming to a close for the last time. That is simply not the truth. NCW became a beacon to the world, a place where many hoped their careers would guide them towards. I was one of those many and I can't begin to explain how grateful I was and continue to be for that shot. It ill be a sad night when this show ends never to begin again.
Though he faced away from the camera, Bushido's words appeared sincere. He breathed an exasperated sigh as thoughts of his career in this company flashed before his eyes. All of them with Dragon by his side.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: My only regret is that I wasn't here longer than I was and there is only one person at fault for that.
Fingers balled up into a tight fist that was raised to his face in dramatic fashion. It shook like it belonged to Michael J. Fox before his eyes darted towards the camera.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: And that man is my good for nothing brother from a slutty mother Dragon. I have heard your apologies and your regrets and I care for none of them. The only thing I want from you is your blood. You have dishonored my name, my family more importantly you have dishonored yourself and the only way this will be rectified is if I destroy your leg as you have destroyed mine. I am saddened that our once great union has become nothing more than a spectacular feud for others to marvel at. We appease the world by arguing amongst each other as they wish to see our heroic ways bastardized by your villainy.
The tattoo ridden samurai has never been more serious though enraged eyes worked to hide his broken heart.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Many look upon me, Miranda included, and seem to misunderstand my motives. I do not wish to end you because I hate you. I wish to end you so you'd know how it feels to spend days laid in a bed with a heart full of worry. I stood to fight back my demons and accept my place in this world. And that begins by me tearing away this false face you display proudly to the world. A Japanese Death Match is not to be taken lightly. I trained for years to survive these tests of will and strength. You've merely participated in one or two matches similar but not exactly alike. On Sunday I will take your body and break it limb from limb. I will swallow your soul and breathe fire into your eyes so you could feel the same pain you made me feel. You will be faceless and my honor will be restored.
A taped knee under boxing shorts would reveal that the damage still existed. However, Bushido could not pass up the moment to face Dragon on the same pay per view where they lost their tag team gold a year ago.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: A Night to Remember 2012 has lived up to his name. I have spent my days and nights reliving that moment. After this year's event comes to an end you will find yourself in the same position, staring at your crippled body and wondering if it would ever be mended. You will spend the next year in rehab, a place I'm sure you are familiar with though for different reasons. You will be broken and should you survive without permanent mental damage, then... I will forgive you.
Death before dishonor.
A towel is thrown at the camera as everything fades to black.
