Post by bushido on Jun 14, 2013 22:11:27 GMT
Continued from Bushido's Bloody Assizes rp "The One,...".
Bloody Assizes offers up two opportunities this week for The One, commonly being referred to as The Two and Oh by heroic adventurers worldwide... Okay, I'm the only one referring to him as that but we move on. The Last Samurai has a chance to not only be the first ever Cruiserweight Champion but to get a chance to compete in the Heir to the Throne tournament; A tourney that will crown the first ever Imperial Champion. Now the monkeys in suits upstairs have decreed that those that are victorious in their championship matches will not partake in the Battle Royale. Sad face. For The Floating Dragon under the Red Sun will be wearing gold around his waist as though it were his neck and his name was B.A. Baracus by the end of the night. Which officially means he wont be in the Battle Royale. However, Bushido being a Monopoly man of many avenues, he's decided that he would address the Heir to the Throne crowd nonetheless. You never know. For some fluke miracle another Cruiserweight could come out victorious and the last thing Bushido wants is to put all his eggs in one basket. Can you dig it? Can you DIG it? CAAAAN YOOUUUU DIIIG IIIIT!!
This past Tuesday...
There's something to be said about waking up next to a sexy, and very naked, German female who doubles as your manager. Especially after winning one of the biggest matches in Bushido's career. However, besides the normal croaks and groans and various bruises tacked on after Sacrifice, The Japanese saint also found himself with an excruciating migraine.
Bushido: Today... Not good day.
And then he remembered why his head throbbed harder than Ron Jeremy's you know what.
Bushido: Tell me he gone.
Miranda: Who?
She turned to face him as she asked the question with a smile that could brighten up anybody's day. Except Bushido's apparently.
Bushido: Father.
Miranda: Sadly, no. The jerk is still here.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Please do not speak about my father in such a manner.
Miranda: Pft.
Rolling out of bed until her feet hit the floor, Miranda stood, running both hands through her hair as she made her way to the bathroom. Looking back seductively to respond to his request.
Miranda: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I have heard you say worse. Besides, it is not like he does not deserve it. Especially after what he said to you last night.
Last Night...
Winning a match against five other strong opponents was not an easy thing to do, but Bushido had just done it. It wasn't easy. It took some strong armed negotiation tactics but the job was done.
Bushido: Did you... see match?
He tried desperately to catch his breath as he asked his father a question in between deep breaths. The older man simply turned his head to face his son and scoffed.
Hiroshi: Victory in a child's game does not impress me.
The Kanji'd Artist expected such a response but it didn't stop the words from stinging. Bushido wanted to rebut this old man's outdated thinking but he simply remained quiet. It was like that the entire weekend. Hiroshi flew to America specifically to speak to his son about a certain... "issue". It was definitely not about wrestling. It was about something else entirely.
Hiroshi: Have you given thought to my proposition?
Bushido: Yes.
Hiroshi: What is your answer?
Bushido: I do not have time to give answer. Big match at Bloody Assizes. I must concentrate on that.
Hiroshi: When will you learn about priorities? You don't even speak their language properly and yet you waste your time on their sports, entertaining their children. I want my answer by the end of the week. I would call you son but you haven't been that in a long time.
Bushido stood silently as his father insulted him and the thing he loved. For all his insults and taunts, he was still his father, still his master. That garnered some respect. But that respect was certainly fleeting. Bushido furrowed his brow as he watched his father walk away.
Today...
Bushido: I do not plan participation in Battle Royale.
The One sits on the edge of a weight bench, towel over the back of his neck with the tail end being used to wipe the sweat from his face.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I now know what it is you are asking yourselves. Why am I wasting your time with this promo then? The answer is quite simple. There is no doubt in my mind that I can, and most likely will, win the Cruiserweight Reverse Ladder Match for the Cruiserweight Championship Belt. It is what I've been training towards. My life's ambition at this moment in time is to outlast four other well deserving gentlemen in a match that is designed for my particular set of skills. However, I have come to learn one very important life lesson. Sometimes it doesn't matter what you plan because the universe had planned something else for you.
I'm a big believer in fate and destiny. I believe that we are defined by the choices we make and that sometimes that definition is not exactly what we imagined. Now while I have imagined on more than one occasion wearing nothing but that gold around my waist while I train vigorously beneath a waterfall, I do not exclude the possibility that things might not go my way on that night. Therefore, Plan A must be coupled with Plan B. It is only logical that if I train my body, mind and spirit for one match that I should train them for both. Now some would say that I am only going to burn myself out. Those are the ones that have no idea what hard work pays off truly means.
I am a workhorse and because of this I plan to win one if I do not win the other.
The towel is tossed aside as Bushido rises to his feet. His frame appears finely sculpted but not too Greek-like.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I know some of you are not of this mindset. Some of you will focus your concentration on one instead of both. You will do this because you think it gives you an edge over the one match you wish to win. In my opinion, that is the handiwork of one that half-asses there way through life. IWF has been gracious enough to give us not one but two opportunities. Those of us that are lucky anyway. Scratch that, those of us that deserve it through stellar performances. I for one think it is irresponsible to give up one to go for the other. This is why I will aim for both in hopes of winning one. One is all I need. One chance, one match, one victory, one path to gold.
Imagine a world where my heroics represent an entire division. Where the beliefs of Bushido are spread to the sorry sacks of garbage that make up our audience. Imagine a world where honor is found and the truly self-righteous stand on unmoved grounds. That is the world I wish to live in. A world of peace and decadence unheard of throughout history. Now my father thinks I am wasting my time... This Sunday I will prove him wrong when he watches me ascend up one of two ladders. And for one match that metaphor could be quite literal. Now I am not a preacher that hopes to change your beliefs by any means. I choose to allow people to believe whatever they wish knowing full well that most of them are wrong. Especially about their standings going into this Heir to the Throne Rumble. Luckily my point in life is not to prove people wrong, but to make liars out of them.
And I do that by either climbing a ladder or tossing out however many number of so-called talented individuals grazing MY ring for handouts.
The Asian Sensation points to himself and you know he means bidness. He stares silently into the camera for a second before dropping his finger and smirking as he makes his way across the gym.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I see a lot of great names going into this Battle Royale. The possibilities are endless. Any one of us can come out victorious in this one. This type of match requires a willingness to do whatever it takes to throw a grown ass man over the top ropes. It takes resiliency, tenacity, stamina and great strength. All the qualities I possess. It's kind of difficult to name each and every one of you just to tear you down so I wont. I simply do not care to. For the simple truth is you are all on the same pile come Sunday night. The pile that rests comfortably outside of MY wrestling ring. Some of you will put up a fight, you know, give it the old college try for the fans sitting at ringside and at home. But make no mistake about it, with Bushido in this match none of you stand a chance.
So pray that I win the Cruiserweight championship.
That way none of you will have to be embarrassed by me and the Battle Royale remains unpredictable.
This Past Tuesday...
Miranda: I mean who says that to their son?
She was still naked and standing by the bathroom doorway. She looked furious, however, Bushido seemed concerned.
Bushido: He just want answer to question.
Miranda: That's another thing. Who asks that of their son after disowning him?
Bushido: I am not his son.
Miranda: So then what's your answer?
Bushido: My answer...
HOLD UP! Wait a minute and let me put some stops up in it... Can't reveal the answer if we haven't revealed the question, ghouls and ghosts. Stay tuned for when our heroic adventurer finally reveals.... THE QUESTION!
Continued on Bushido's Final rp entitled "... Three!"
Bloody Assizes offers up two opportunities this week for The One, commonly being referred to as The Two and Oh by heroic adventurers worldwide... Okay, I'm the only one referring to him as that but we move on. The Last Samurai has a chance to not only be the first ever Cruiserweight Champion but to get a chance to compete in the Heir to the Throne tournament; A tourney that will crown the first ever Imperial Champion. Now the monkeys in suits upstairs have decreed that those that are victorious in their championship matches will not partake in the Battle Royale. Sad face. For The Floating Dragon under the Red Sun will be wearing gold around his waist as though it were his neck and his name was B.A. Baracus by the end of the night. Which officially means he wont be in the Battle Royale. However, Bushido being a Monopoly man of many avenues, he's decided that he would address the Heir to the Throne crowd nonetheless. You never know. For some fluke miracle another Cruiserweight could come out victorious and the last thing Bushido wants is to put all his eggs in one basket. Can you dig it? Can you DIG it? CAAAAN YOOUUUU DIIIG IIIIT!!
This past Tuesday...
There's something to be said about waking up next to a sexy, and very naked, German female who doubles as your manager. Especially after winning one of the biggest matches in Bushido's career. However, besides the normal croaks and groans and various bruises tacked on after Sacrifice, The Japanese saint also found himself with an excruciating migraine.
Bushido: Today... Not good day.
And then he remembered why his head throbbed harder than Ron Jeremy's you know what.
Bushido: Tell me he gone.
Miranda: Who?
She turned to face him as she asked the question with a smile that could brighten up anybody's day. Except Bushido's apparently.
Bushido: Father.
Miranda: Sadly, no. The jerk is still here.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Please do not speak about my father in such a manner.
Miranda: Pft.
Rolling out of bed until her feet hit the floor, Miranda stood, running both hands through her hair as she made her way to the bathroom. Looking back seductively to respond to his request.
Miranda: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I have heard you say worse. Besides, it is not like he does not deserve it. Especially after what he said to you last night.
Last Night...
Winning a match against five other strong opponents was not an easy thing to do, but Bushido had just done it. It wasn't easy. It took some strong armed negotiation tactics but the job was done.
Bushido: Did you... see match?
He tried desperately to catch his breath as he asked his father a question in between deep breaths. The older man simply turned his head to face his son and scoffed.
Hiroshi: Victory in a child's game does not impress me.
The Kanji'd Artist expected such a response but it didn't stop the words from stinging. Bushido wanted to rebut this old man's outdated thinking but he simply remained quiet. It was like that the entire weekend. Hiroshi flew to America specifically to speak to his son about a certain... "issue". It was definitely not about wrestling. It was about something else entirely.
Hiroshi: Have you given thought to my proposition?
Bushido: Yes.
Hiroshi: What is your answer?
Bushido: I do not have time to give answer. Big match at Bloody Assizes. I must concentrate on that.
Hiroshi: When will you learn about priorities? You don't even speak their language properly and yet you waste your time on their sports, entertaining their children. I want my answer by the end of the week. I would call you son but you haven't been that in a long time.
Bushido stood silently as his father insulted him and the thing he loved. For all his insults and taunts, he was still his father, still his master. That garnered some respect. But that respect was certainly fleeting. Bushido furrowed his brow as he watched his father walk away.
Today...
Bushido: I do not plan participation in Battle Royale.
The One sits on the edge of a weight bench, towel over the back of his neck with the tail end being used to wipe the sweat from his face.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I now know what it is you are asking yourselves. Why am I wasting your time with this promo then? The answer is quite simple. There is no doubt in my mind that I can, and most likely will, win the Cruiserweight Reverse Ladder Match for the Cruiserweight Championship Belt. It is what I've been training towards. My life's ambition at this moment in time is to outlast four other well deserving gentlemen in a match that is designed for my particular set of skills. However, I have come to learn one very important life lesson. Sometimes it doesn't matter what you plan because the universe had planned something else for you.
I'm a big believer in fate and destiny. I believe that we are defined by the choices we make and that sometimes that definition is not exactly what we imagined. Now while I have imagined on more than one occasion wearing nothing but that gold around my waist while I train vigorously beneath a waterfall, I do not exclude the possibility that things might not go my way on that night. Therefore, Plan A must be coupled with Plan B. It is only logical that if I train my body, mind and spirit for one match that I should train them for both. Now some would say that I am only going to burn myself out. Those are the ones that have no idea what hard work pays off truly means.
I am a workhorse and because of this I plan to win one if I do not win the other.
The towel is tossed aside as Bushido rises to his feet. His frame appears finely sculpted but not too Greek-like.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I know some of you are not of this mindset. Some of you will focus your concentration on one instead of both. You will do this because you think it gives you an edge over the one match you wish to win. In my opinion, that is the handiwork of one that half-asses there way through life. IWF has been gracious enough to give us not one but two opportunities. Those of us that are lucky anyway. Scratch that, those of us that deserve it through stellar performances. I for one think it is irresponsible to give up one to go for the other. This is why I will aim for both in hopes of winning one. One is all I need. One chance, one match, one victory, one path to gold.
Imagine a world where my heroics represent an entire division. Where the beliefs of Bushido are spread to the sorry sacks of garbage that make up our audience. Imagine a world where honor is found and the truly self-righteous stand on unmoved grounds. That is the world I wish to live in. A world of peace and decadence unheard of throughout history. Now my father thinks I am wasting my time... This Sunday I will prove him wrong when he watches me ascend up one of two ladders. And for one match that metaphor could be quite literal. Now I am not a preacher that hopes to change your beliefs by any means. I choose to allow people to believe whatever they wish knowing full well that most of them are wrong. Especially about their standings going into this Heir to the Throne Rumble. Luckily my point in life is not to prove people wrong, but to make liars out of them.
And I do that by either climbing a ladder or tossing out however many number of so-called talented individuals grazing MY ring for handouts.
The Asian Sensation points to himself and you know he means bidness. He stares silently into the camera for a second before dropping his finger and smirking as he makes his way across the gym.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I see a lot of great names going into this Battle Royale. The possibilities are endless. Any one of us can come out victorious in this one. This type of match requires a willingness to do whatever it takes to throw a grown ass man over the top ropes. It takes resiliency, tenacity, stamina and great strength. All the qualities I possess. It's kind of difficult to name each and every one of you just to tear you down so I wont. I simply do not care to. For the simple truth is you are all on the same pile come Sunday night. The pile that rests comfortably outside of MY wrestling ring. Some of you will put up a fight, you know, give it the old college try for the fans sitting at ringside and at home. But make no mistake about it, with Bushido in this match none of you stand a chance.
So pray that I win the Cruiserweight championship.
That way none of you will have to be embarrassed by me and the Battle Royale remains unpredictable.
This Past Tuesday...
Miranda: I mean who says that to their son?
She was still naked and standing by the bathroom doorway. She looked furious, however, Bushido seemed concerned.
Bushido: He just want answer to question.
Miranda: That's another thing. Who asks that of their son after disowning him?
Bushido: I am not his son.
Miranda: So then what's your answer?
Bushido: My answer...
HOLD UP! Wait a minute and let me put some stops up in it... Can't reveal the answer if we haven't revealed the question, ghouls and ghosts. Stay tuned for when our heroic adventurer finally reveals.... THE QUESTION!
Continued on Bushido's Final rp entitled "... Three!"
Well howdy there pardner.