Post by bushido on Aug 16, 2013 6:33:24 GMT
The world is on the verge of darkness. A darkness so dark and cold it could only come from the bottom of a notorious mousetache. Around the bend lies the next obstacle that has set his sights on the illustrious Cruiserweight Title. Our Osaka Saint has traveled far and wide, battled many adversaries but now he must come face to face with a man that has no shame, no dignity. And a man such as this has nothing left to lose. The Asianic Sensation looks to continue building upon his foundation, adding level after level of defeated opponents. Can he fend off the inner demons that look to taint the purity of his soul? The game is afoot, true believers and Bushido needs his worshippers now more than ever to believe and praise his name.
Last week...
Slit eyes stared up in disbelief at what he could only imagine to be a mirage. The One forced his vision to focus through the drunken haze, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.
Bushido: Dragon?
Dragon: Si, compadre. Take my hand and stand from that filth.
The Floating Dragon took Dragon de Valor's hand and rose as he pulled. He stood face to face with his former friend turned mortal enemy and now is something or other. Bushido looked through the broken window before tilting his head towards the Mexico's finest.
Bushido: I did *hiccup* I did not expect see you.
Dragon: I did not expect to be seen by you... I can see you have fallen on hard times.
Bushido: Not true. I am champion...
Dragon: But you are alone.
The insult from Dragon's interruption quickly stung and Bushido's head stared down at the floor in shame. One hand rubbed the back of his neck as he looked for things to say.
Bushido: Yes... I no know what to do.
Dragon: And this is why you came looking for me?
Bushido: I need advice.
An awkward silence ensued as Dragon scoffed at the idea. The last time these two were near each other, Bushido scarred his face. Now here he was looking for advice.
Dragon: Lo siento. I have no advice to give, amigo. You must figure things out on your own.
Bushido: I need help.
Dragon: Yes, you do. But like you said. You are alone... Even now.
Bushido: Huh?
Bushido appeared perplexed by this statement. He looked up to question his former friend only to realize he was never there to begin with. All that stood in front of him were the endless city streets that lay ahead. It was merely the manifestation of his imagination brought on by his drunken stupor mixed with guilt. This revelation was not what he wanted and nearly breaking down he slumps against a brick wall and slides down to a sit down against it, forearms resting on his knees as his hands lay out before him.
Now...
Bushido: I am seeing things.
He stared from side to side, hoping for something... For someone but there was no one. He sat in the balcony of his hotel room, bottle of drink in hand as a lit cigar continued to burn in the ashtray in front of him.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Apparently you are as well. It appears we both are searching for more than what we have and that is not uncommon in this business. We as competitors, as wrestlers, as warriors must always strive for more. This career has many opportunities set before us that we must latch on to tightly before they are taken away. It is the nature of the game to test us. A test I have come to pass with flying colors. I know you are driven this week, Mike. You have been for some time now. I can see it in your eyes. A need to finally step out of the shadows of your own comedic self and be taken seriously around here for once in your miserable life. I want you to know that I have been paying attention, watching closely as you developed into the Cruiserweight you are today.
Will it be enough?
People like to believe in men like you because men like you are just like them. Barely scraping the end of the barrel as you roll by on to your next job. You remind them that dreams can come true and that anything can happen if only you try hard enough. You are a fantasy, Mike. You are what every single man, woman and child out there wants to believe. You are like Joe Everyman in every way. Only Joe has already proven that he is championship material. You on the other hand have only just begun to shine. Yet people still wish to watch you strip away what I sacrificed everything for. You are their good beating evil dreams, Mike.
I am the reality that will wash those dreams away.
Bushido buries his head in his hands for a moment, attempting to overcome the black out from alcohol that is imminent. He fights through it to continue.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I will not sit here and tell you that you are not good enough. I wont disrespect your name or your approach to your matches. The good thing about IWF is that everybody has a unique stamp that makes their signature stand out from the rest. You enjoy making people laugh. I enjoy successfully defending my Cruiserweight Title. Brad Kane came before you and just like him you will fail. You will be lucky if I don't kick you into senile retirement like I did your supposed legend of this industry. I for one don't see it that way but to each their own. If you want to believe in a fallacy such as that then it is your choice but it is a wrong belief. Just like your belief in your abilities to end my reign.
A Legacy that has only just begun.
This Sunday, you and I will find each other in the ring and on that night it will not matter how we decided to live our lives. What people consider gimmicks outside of the ring will remain there as both you and I shed those skins in order to fight for something only I deserve to hold. You deserve to be here to face me, Mike, but you do not deserve to wear my belt. I can not allow you to come into MY house and steal from MY belongings. I know you need this, Mike. I can hear it when you address me. I can see it when you look at me. I can feel it when you dream of me but what you need is none of my concern.
My only concern is showing you exactly why I am the premier Cruiserweight in IWF.
The One tries to stand but drops back down to his chair, giving up to continue speaking to Machado.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: This road you have been traveling has many reasons to be commended. You've reached a point many believed you never would. It seems when the odds are against you you find a way to win and for this very reason I will not underestimate. I will look at you the way I look at my fiercest rival and with that same intensity I will put you down. There is no room to be playing around at legacy. No room for mistakes on my part. I have not finished my ascension and I plan to hold off any all attacks against my honor. There are no ethics in this sport and if you think you will find an edge with your morality over me you will find out real quick that outdated ideals only leads to defeat.
I have grown to respect you, Mike.
But I still don't like you.
And have very little faith of what you could do for our division.
Therefore, your mustache shall not pass.
A phone rings in his pocket, Bushido drops the half empty bottle of booze in search of the mobile. After much struggle, he find it in his pocket and fumbles it out in front of him. He stares at the numbers until they make sense before answering.
Bushido: Hello... Yes.... When!?!... I'll be right there!!
His voice was frantic, almost horrified as he shot up to his feet, forgetting how drunk he was for the moment to rush out the door. Without thinking, the door was swung open only it wasn't the quick exit he though he would have. Instead Bushido found Miranda standing there, fist balled and raised as if she was about to knock on the door. Her mascara is runny and Bushido stares at her, wondering if she too is a mirage like Dragon was.
Miranda: We need to talk...
Last week...
Slit eyes stared up in disbelief at what he could only imagine to be a mirage. The One forced his vision to focus through the drunken haze, rubbing his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.
Bushido: Dragon?
Dragon: Si, compadre. Take my hand and stand from that filth.
The Floating Dragon took Dragon de Valor's hand and rose as he pulled. He stood face to face with his former friend turned mortal enemy and now is something or other. Bushido looked through the broken window before tilting his head towards the Mexico's finest.
Bushido: I did *hiccup* I did not expect see you.
Dragon: I did not expect to be seen by you... I can see you have fallen on hard times.
Bushido: Not true. I am champion...
Dragon: But you are alone.
The insult from Dragon's interruption quickly stung and Bushido's head stared down at the floor in shame. One hand rubbed the back of his neck as he looked for things to say.
Bushido: Yes... I no know what to do.
Dragon: And this is why you came looking for me?
Bushido: I need advice.
An awkward silence ensued as Dragon scoffed at the idea. The last time these two were near each other, Bushido scarred his face. Now here he was looking for advice.
Dragon: Lo siento. I have no advice to give, amigo. You must figure things out on your own.
Bushido: I need help.
Dragon: Yes, you do. But like you said. You are alone... Even now.
Bushido: Huh?
Bushido appeared perplexed by this statement. He looked up to question his former friend only to realize he was never there to begin with. All that stood in front of him were the endless city streets that lay ahead. It was merely the manifestation of his imagination brought on by his drunken stupor mixed with guilt. This revelation was not what he wanted and nearly breaking down he slumps against a brick wall and slides down to a sit down against it, forearms resting on his knees as his hands lay out before him.
Now...
Bushido: I am seeing things.
He stared from side to side, hoping for something... For someone but there was no one. He sat in the balcony of his hotel room, bottle of drink in hand as a lit cigar continued to burn in the ashtray in front of him.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Apparently you are as well. It appears we both are searching for more than what we have and that is not uncommon in this business. We as competitors, as wrestlers, as warriors must always strive for more. This career has many opportunities set before us that we must latch on to tightly before they are taken away. It is the nature of the game to test us. A test I have come to pass with flying colors. I know you are driven this week, Mike. You have been for some time now. I can see it in your eyes. A need to finally step out of the shadows of your own comedic self and be taken seriously around here for once in your miserable life. I want you to know that I have been paying attention, watching closely as you developed into the Cruiserweight you are today.
Will it be enough?
People like to believe in men like you because men like you are just like them. Barely scraping the end of the barrel as you roll by on to your next job. You remind them that dreams can come true and that anything can happen if only you try hard enough. You are a fantasy, Mike. You are what every single man, woman and child out there wants to believe. You are like Joe Everyman in every way. Only Joe has already proven that he is championship material. You on the other hand have only just begun to shine. Yet people still wish to watch you strip away what I sacrificed everything for. You are their good beating evil dreams, Mike.
I am the reality that will wash those dreams away.
Bushido buries his head in his hands for a moment, attempting to overcome the black out from alcohol that is imminent. He fights through it to continue.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I will not sit here and tell you that you are not good enough. I wont disrespect your name or your approach to your matches. The good thing about IWF is that everybody has a unique stamp that makes their signature stand out from the rest. You enjoy making people laugh. I enjoy successfully defending my Cruiserweight Title. Brad Kane came before you and just like him you will fail. You will be lucky if I don't kick you into senile retirement like I did your supposed legend of this industry. I for one don't see it that way but to each their own. If you want to believe in a fallacy such as that then it is your choice but it is a wrong belief. Just like your belief in your abilities to end my reign.
A Legacy that has only just begun.
This Sunday, you and I will find each other in the ring and on that night it will not matter how we decided to live our lives. What people consider gimmicks outside of the ring will remain there as both you and I shed those skins in order to fight for something only I deserve to hold. You deserve to be here to face me, Mike, but you do not deserve to wear my belt. I can not allow you to come into MY house and steal from MY belongings. I know you need this, Mike. I can hear it when you address me. I can see it when you look at me. I can feel it when you dream of me but what you need is none of my concern.
My only concern is showing you exactly why I am the premier Cruiserweight in IWF.
The One tries to stand but drops back down to his chair, giving up to continue speaking to Machado.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: This road you have been traveling has many reasons to be commended. You've reached a point many believed you never would. It seems when the odds are against you you find a way to win and for this very reason I will not underestimate. I will look at you the way I look at my fiercest rival and with that same intensity I will put you down. There is no room to be playing around at legacy. No room for mistakes on my part. I have not finished my ascension and I plan to hold off any all attacks against my honor. There are no ethics in this sport and if you think you will find an edge with your morality over me you will find out real quick that outdated ideals only leads to defeat.
I have grown to respect you, Mike.
But I still don't like you.
And have very little faith of what you could do for our division.
Therefore, your mustache shall not pass.
A phone rings in his pocket, Bushido drops the half empty bottle of booze in search of the mobile. After much struggle, he find it in his pocket and fumbles it out in front of him. He stares at the numbers until they make sense before answering.
Bushido: Hello... Yes.... When!?!... I'll be right there!!
His voice was frantic, almost horrified as he shot up to his feet, forgetting how drunk he was for the moment to rush out the door. Without thinking, the door was swung open only it wasn't the quick exit he though he would have. Instead Bushido found Miranda standing there, fist balled and raised as if she was about to knock on the door. Her mascara is runny and Bushido stares at her, wondering if she too is a mirage like Dragon was.
Miranda: We need to talk...
Well howdy there pardner.