Post by bushido on Jun 7, 2013 20:41:28 GMT
Excuse your friendly neighborhood narrator while he preps his Dolph Lundgren "Masters of the Universe" voice... Victory. That's right, folks! IWF's first ever Cruiserweight House Show went off without a hitch as fans worldwide got a chance to witness history in the making when Bushido scored his first victory on his first match. Deathlame and Blake No-wins were no match for the universe's last hope. The virtuous Samurai came out on top regardless of the evils in the world working to end him. While this victory was as sweet as a Geisha on his tongue, Bushido was left feeling untested. His competition was as fierce as Tyra Banks in her late 20's this past Sunday night but most of you wont get that reference to care. The Kanji'd one floated like a bumble bee and stung like a butterfly. Wait a minute,... That's not right... Who cares!?! BUSHIDO WON, BITCHES! *clears throat* Luckily for you, The One eats some of that homegrown humble pie and he'd never rub salt on open wounds.
Tuesday morning...
Miranda: Wake up!
He'd slept through the night, dreaming those sweet dreams the Eurythmics spoke of.
Miranda: Are you planning to sleep in all damn day?
Bushido: Yes.
Miranda: Too damn bad because that ain't happening.
A pillow was raised and then brought down on Bushido with such ferocity that a few feathers shot out from the side.
Miranda: One win doesn't give you the right to slack off, buddy. You have a big match on Monday and you can't afford to sleep in. You can rest when you're dead.
Sitting up, Bushido winced a bit. The effects from the match two nights before were still being felt. Miranda was merciless in many ways and she demanded a lot. Which was good for Bushido because he had lots to give.
Bushido: Victory good but war not over?
Miranda: Exactly. Now get dressed. Your dad's flight lands in two hours.
The mention of his father causes Bushido to wince more than before. Daddy issues. All you strippers and pornstars know what I'm talking about.
Bushido: You pick him up.
Miranda: No. We both pick him up. I don't know what is it between you and him...
The alluring German fraulein continues to talk but Bushido tunes her out like an adult in Charlie Brown, heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Most of you act as though you have it all figured out. As if nothing can happen that would surprise you. But that is what I am. An unwanted surprise. Because my victory last week made liars out of those with little faith. I do not wish to make enemies but I know that I can't help but. I have a strong belief system that can not be shaken, can not be touched. In my heart, I am a hero. Does that make you a villain?... Only if you choose to be.
The Internationals was a concept that once had direction, once had purpose. However, that all changed when we saw firsthand how much this sport has been corrupted. This corruption was a corporate cancer that continued to spread until wrestling stopped being a sport and became a business. There was a time when I believed in honor until I realized that most people's definition of the word is "what you make of it". Even Dragon and I were making up our own honor as we went along. The Internationals stopped thriving because of this and in their death, Honorbound was born.
Hot water begins to pour out of the faucet Bushido now stands over, steam rising and fogging up the mirror.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: How many times can you use the word "honor" incorrectly? If your name is Cable Arcane the answer is plenty. You sound like a child reading the ideology out of a school's textbook. You theorize that honor is what you make it, what is right for you and yours. If that were true, fool, than criminals are worthy to hold the same honor you hold. That in itself is dishonorable. But I am not here to argue semantics with you. It is nice that you believe in your faux sense of nobility. We all need to believe in something. But do not sit there in your high chair and speak to me of things you have no understanding of.
Gjenrei... Many say you are Falcon. I do not believe this rumor. I think that mask has become what my ancestral Samurai armor is to my family. A tradition being passed down from generation to generation. This alone makes me think that underneath that mask you have a similar mindset as I do. However, I am not presumptuous enough to assume too much by what little I know. Your tradition has been washed down by American thinking. You are good, I can see that... But you are not good enough. Bushido is a way of life. Honorbound is a kid's imagined plaything.
One day you will grow out of this and on that day you can meet me at my level. I know you think of me as a fool but do not let what you know of me play tricks on you. The Internationals was nothing more than a gimmick. The same type of gimmick you and and your friend Arcane are using.
This sport we bleed for condones the very opposite of honorable. I've come to accept this as fact. With this acceptance came the realization that I am a man without it. I wish to revitalize it, to resurrect it, to give the world a hero it so desperately needs. I never once claimed to hold it since ridding myself of Dragon. I only explained that you don't know what it means. You can spew whatever ridiculous definition you wish that will support your mantra but in the end honor is not what we make of it. Honor is what we're not. You, them, me, we all have forgotten it. This Monday, at Sacrifice, I wont show you the true definition of honor but I will show you who the better wrestler is. Maybe then, both of you and I could find a better understanding of the word.
Bushido wipes the moisture from the mirror and with it we hop into a DeLorean of the mind to travel back in time.
Long ago...
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I have done everything you've asked, father. I kneel before you, my grandfather, my great grandfather and the spirits of my ancestors to ask that you allow me to do this.
Both knees were tucked underneath Bushido as he knelt in front of three wise old men in similar positions. These were the titans from his childhood. The only gods to be worshipped. The ones that passed the teachings of Bushido down from generations to generations.
Bushido's Father: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You ask for permission to use our ancient teachings to... Wrestle? You do not realize how ridiculous this sounds.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: It is only ridiculous in your eyes. I wish to find my own meaning to live and I believe wrestling is the way. I do not need your permission, but I ask for your blessing.
Bushido's Father: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You may have my blessing but only when you defeat me.
Water is splashed on the face of an older, wiser Bushido. The present, angered one.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: An old proverb for an old relic; Appu sutikku kui wa uta reru. It translates to 'A stake that sticks out gets hammered down', which means that if you stand out, and I do, you are subject to criticism. I know you laugh at me, Alex Jones. I am fine with that. I would much rather slap the smile off of your face than the frown from your brow. I expect you to not take any one of us seriously. It is in your nature. A man such as yourself would much rather scoff at the competition, holding your nose up high, looking down at every one of us who you believe is not of your caliber. You think of us as clowns when you yourself are the butt of the biggest joke in wrestling history.
How did winning the NCW World Championship feel?
Here, you are no different than any one of us. Your accolades and championships mean about as much to me as The Internationals do to you. You say this is the age of the selfish... When has it not been for you? This act of yours is nothing new. You've always been selfish. Great competitor? Yes. Greater crybaby? Definitely. Your words have no intentions and lack any real substance. You're ego has overgrown to sizes even you can't manage. There is nothing I see in you that brings anything new to IWF. Just the same old rhetoric and smoke blowing up your own ass. You're right about one thing. I have shed that deadweight Dragon. At this Monday's Sacrifice, I shed more deadweight in the form of you.
Your hollow words insults everything we stand for in this division. You think you deserve more than being a lowly cruiserweight but the truth is the Cruiserweight Division deserves more than you.
The Last Samurai walks back out of the bathroom. Miranda is gone so he has time for himself. He walks over to a portrait hanging off the wall. One of his father.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Masks are a tradition in this sport. Many wish to wear them for varying reasons. However, most don't wear them while using a first and last name. John Rherring wishes to be an individual but individuality should come with some sort of explanation. Instead you remain silent wishing only for your talents in the ring to do the talking. I can understand that. i can even respect that if not for the fact that you have no talents in that ring. You are all flash and mystery and no fundamentals. I can only ask that you show up mentally and physically and show the world what being a Cruiserweight is all about.
We must use this hype we've been blessed with.
Hype that has been given to some while others are forced to rely on their own selves for build up. Ryan Shane seems to have gotten hype but for all his hype he's disappointed. Unlike John, Ryan has actually performed and performed well, but not well enough. You are on the wrong end of the rankings and after this week your plummet continues. I would be shocked if you escape this ring unharmed let alone with the victory. Still, the universe has a sense of humor and for all I know you'll make me eat my words come this Monday.
But I highly doubt it.
Still staring at the frame, Bushido goes back to the past.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: If you wish father.
Bushido rises from his kneeling position and prepares to face off with his father and master. Wooden swords are handed to the both of them. His father begins taking step after step towards his son when a snap of fingers would produce more opponents than Bushido planned.
Bushido's Father: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Only after you defeat them can you defeat me. Let this be the last lesson learned on your journey. There is no honor in wrestling.
A wooden sword clashes with the back of Bushido's head. The crack echoes back to the present where Bushido stares at the frame on his wall, rubbing the back of his knotted head.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: A great man once told me, there is no honor in wrestling. With The Internationals we tried to prove him wrong but only found out that it was us who were wrong. Everywhere we turned to we saw it, the dishonor that took place. Even those considered faces would end up resorting to underhanded tactics. The reason being that in this world, our world, nobody is truly without sin. We all commit it in the name of advancement and those of you that choose to reject this truth are only lying to yourselves. I am a man without honor...
... But I fight everyday to find it.
Miranda: You almost done.
Miranda's voice brings Bushido back from his daydream. He throws on a shirt as he screams out to her.
Bushido: Almost.
Tuesday morning...
Miranda: Wake up!
He'd slept through the night, dreaming those sweet dreams the Eurythmics spoke of.
Miranda: Are you planning to sleep in all damn day?
Bushido: Yes.
Miranda: Too damn bad because that ain't happening.
A pillow was raised and then brought down on Bushido with such ferocity that a few feathers shot out from the side.
Miranda: One win doesn't give you the right to slack off, buddy. You have a big match on Monday and you can't afford to sleep in. You can rest when you're dead.
Sitting up, Bushido winced a bit. The effects from the match two nights before were still being felt. Miranda was merciless in many ways and she demanded a lot. Which was good for Bushido because he had lots to give.
Bushido: Victory good but war not over?
Miranda: Exactly. Now get dressed. Your dad's flight lands in two hours.
The mention of his father causes Bushido to wince more than before. Daddy issues. All you strippers and pornstars know what I'm talking about.
Bushido: You pick him up.
Miranda: No. We both pick him up. I don't know what is it between you and him...
The alluring German fraulein continues to talk but Bushido tunes her out like an adult in Charlie Brown, heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Most of you act as though you have it all figured out. As if nothing can happen that would surprise you. But that is what I am. An unwanted surprise. Because my victory last week made liars out of those with little faith. I do not wish to make enemies but I know that I can't help but. I have a strong belief system that can not be shaken, can not be touched. In my heart, I am a hero. Does that make you a villain?... Only if you choose to be.
The Internationals was a concept that once had direction, once had purpose. However, that all changed when we saw firsthand how much this sport has been corrupted. This corruption was a corporate cancer that continued to spread until wrestling stopped being a sport and became a business. There was a time when I believed in honor until I realized that most people's definition of the word is "what you make of it". Even Dragon and I were making up our own honor as we went along. The Internationals stopped thriving because of this and in their death, Honorbound was born.
Hot water begins to pour out of the faucet Bushido now stands over, steam rising and fogging up the mirror.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: How many times can you use the word "honor" incorrectly? If your name is Cable Arcane the answer is plenty. You sound like a child reading the ideology out of a school's textbook. You theorize that honor is what you make it, what is right for you and yours. If that were true, fool, than criminals are worthy to hold the same honor you hold. That in itself is dishonorable. But I am not here to argue semantics with you. It is nice that you believe in your faux sense of nobility. We all need to believe in something. But do not sit there in your high chair and speak to me of things you have no understanding of.
Gjenrei... Many say you are Falcon. I do not believe this rumor. I think that mask has become what my ancestral Samurai armor is to my family. A tradition being passed down from generation to generation. This alone makes me think that underneath that mask you have a similar mindset as I do. However, I am not presumptuous enough to assume too much by what little I know. Your tradition has been washed down by American thinking. You are good, I can see that... But you are not good enough. Bushido is a way of life. Honorbound is a kid's imagined plaything.
One day you will grow out of this and on that day you can meet me at my level. I know you think of me as a fool but do not let what you know of me play tricks on you. The Internationals was nothing more than a gimmick. The same type of gimmick you and and your friend Arcane are using.
This sport we bleed for condones the very opposite of honorable. I've come to accept this as fact. With this acceptance came the realization that I am a man without it. I wish to revitalize it, to resurrect it, to give the world a hero it so desperately needs. I never once claimed to hold it since ridding myself of Dragon. I only explained that you don't know what it means. You can spew whatever ridiculous definition you wish that will support your mantra but in the end honor is not what we make of it. Honor is what we're not. You, them, me, we all have forgotten it. This Monday, at Sacrifice, I wont show you the true definition of honor but I will show you who the better wrestler is. Maybe then, both of you and I could find a better understanding of the word.
Bushido wipes the moisture from the mirror and with it we hop into a DeLorean of the mind to travel back in time.
Long ago...
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I have done everything you've asked, father. I kneel before you, my grandfather, my great grandfather and the spirits of my ancestors to ask that you allow me to do this.
Both knees were tucked underneath Bushido as he knelt in front of three wise old men in similar positions. These were the titans from his childhood. The only gods to be worshipped. The ones that passed the teachings of Bushido down from generations to generations.
Bushido's Father: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You ask for permission to use our ancient teachings to... Wrestle? You do not realize how ridiculous this sounds.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: It is only ridiculous in your eyes. I wish to find my own meaning to live and I believe wrestling is the way. I do not need your permission, but I ask for your blessing.
Bushido's Father: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You may have my blessing but only when you defeat me.
Water is splashed on the face of an older, wiser Bushido. The present, angered one.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: An old proverb for an old relic; Appu sutikku kui wa uta reru. It translates to 'A stake that sticks out gets hammered down', which means that if you stand out, and I do, you are subject to criticism. I know you laugh at me, Alex Jones. I am fine with that. I would much rather slap the smile off of your face than the frown from your brow. I expect you to not take any one of us seriously. It is in your nature. A man such as yourself would much rather scoff at the competition, holding your nose up high, looking down at every one of us who you believe is not of your caliber. You think of us as clowns when you yourself are the butt of the biggest joke in wrestling history.
How did winning the NCW World Championship feel?
Here, you are no different than any one of us. Your accolades and championships mean about as much to me as The Internationals do to you. You say this is the age of the selfish... When has it not been for you? This act of yours is nothing new. You've always been selfish. Great competitor? Yes. Greater crybaby? Definitely. Your words have no intentions and lack any real substance. You're ego has overgrown to sizes even you can't manage. There is nothing I see in you that brings anything new to IWF. Just the same old rhetoric and smoke blowing up your own ass. You're right about one thing. I have shed that deadweight Dragon. At this Monday's Sacrifice, I shed more deadweight in the form of you.
Your hollow words insults everything we stand for in this division. You think you deserve more than being a lowly cruiserweight but the truth is the Cruiserweight Division deserves more than you.
The Last Samurai walks back out of the bathroom. Miranda is gone so he has time for himself. He walks over to a portrait hanging off the wall. One of his father.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Masks are a tradition in this sport. Many wish to wear them for varying reasons. However, most don't wear them while using a first and last name. John Rherring wishes to be an individual but individuality should come with some sort of explanation. Instead you remain silent wishing only for your talents in the ring to do the talking. I can understand that. i can even respect that if not for the fact that you have no talents in that ring. You are all flash and mystery and no fundamentals. I can only ask that you show up mentally and physically and show the world what being a Cruiserweight is all about.
We must use this hype we've been blessed with.
Hype that has been given to some while others are forced to rely on their own selves for build up. Ryan Shane seems to have gotten hype but for all his hype he's disappointed. Unlike John, Ryan has actually performed and performed well, but not well enough. You are on the wrong end of the rankings and after this week your plummet continues. I would be shocked if you escape this ring unharmed let alone with the victory. Still, the universe has a sense of humor and for all I know you'll make me eat my words come this Monday.
But I highly doubt it.
Still staring at the frame, Bushido goes back to the past.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: If you wish father.
Bushido rises from his kneeling position and prepares to face off with his father and master. Wooden swords are handed to the both of them. His father begins taking step after step towards his son when a snap of fingers would produce more opponents than Bushido planned.
Bushido's Father: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Only after you defeat them can you defeat me. Let this be the last lesson learned on your journey. There is no honor in wrestling.
A wooden sword clashes with the back of Bushido's head. The crack echoes back to the present where Bushido stares at the frame on his wall, rubbing the back of his knotted head.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: A great man once told me, there is no honor in wrestling. With The Internationals we tried to prove him wrong but only found out that it was us who were wrong. Everywhere we turned to we saw it, the dishonor that took place. Even those considered faces would end up resorting to underhanded tactics. The reason being that in this world, our world, nobody is truly without sin. We all commit it in the name of advancement and those of you that choose to reject this truth are only lying to yourselves. I am a man without honor...
... But I fight everyday to find it.
Miranda: You almost done.
Miranda's voice brings Bushido back from his daydream. He throws on a shirt as he screams out to her.
Bushido: Almost.
Well howdy there pardner.