Post by bushido on Jul 20, 2013 22:07:35 GMT
A way of life has been chosen by The One. A path traversed through the ends of the Earth. A road that has led the Asian Sensation to this very point. World renowned Tag Team Champion, master of the teachings of Bushido, sensei to the lost, Cruiserweight Champion. Before now, Bushido had never found success using his own two hands. Nowadays, everyday he hustling. The hero for the ages has come to reclaim all that is good for its' rightful owners. The land of villains have suffered defeat at the hands our heroic avenger. Now, the insane bang at his door for a shot and Bushido will not back down from the fight... But first, he must deal with the ongoing struggles of his love life.
Thursday Night...
Ayame stood to the side while Miranda argued with Bushido. The second she spoke up became the second she regretted. Both heads turned to face Bushido's intended and she immediately froze.
Ayame: ... I mean, it is evident that all this turmoil is because of me. Since I have entered your lives I have seen your relationship continue to break.
Bushido stood silently as Miranda pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
Miranda: No. This is not because of you, Ayame. Bushido continues to make bad decisions and...
Bushido: I grow tired of blame. *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I make the choices that are necessary for our continual advancement.
Miranda: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You continue to mess everything up. You do not think about those around you... About me and how I feel about those choices you make for your OWN advancement.
Awkward doesn't begin to explain what Ayame is feeling. She stands there for a second as Bushido turns away from them both, forcing a smile as her eyes connect with Miranda's.
Ayame: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Where I come from, I was told that a man's decision should never be questioned. I was raised to believe that women should only think what their husbands tell them to think. That they should only worry about household chores. I saw my mother waste her life slaving away for a man that never cared enough for what she thought.
Miranda perks up as Ayame takes steps to stand at her side. Ayame wipes a solitary tear from Miranda's face as they bth face Bushido whose brow furrows deeply.
Ayame: I can understand what Miranda is feeling right now and I have to agree with her. You accepted this marriage without even knowing me or caring about how I felt with this situation. You made that choice even though Miranda would be deeply hurt by it. Now, you re wrought with regret over choices you've made and continue to disappoint in your profession.
Miranda: Damn right he does! Now Brad is out there losing his mind and he'll most likely still be able to beat you because you are more worried about what's going on here then you are there.
Bushido's hands rest on his hips as he shakes his head before sternly shooting both of them a look. A finger is raised as he approaches the pair.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: The both of you can have each other then. I have a match to prepare for and you will not be the cause of my demise.
Bushido grabs his coat and slips out of the room, staring at Ayame as she works to hide her sly smirk. Our hero has now found himself a new villain and that villain is his future wife.
Ayame: Do not worry, Miranda. He will come to his senses.
Ayame consoles Miranda with a hug, looking over her shoulder and smiling devilishly as Bushido closes the door on this scene, heading towards the elevator.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I hear rumors that you are not completely yourself these days. I do not now what I should think about this. Many fans of mine have told me that I should be careful. That an insane Brad Kane can be as deadly as a serial killer. They then pointed me towards an old pseudonym of yours, Reckless Jack. I watched old tapes of your matches and saw firsthand how brutal you can be when pushed. Now here I am, week after week, shoving my little finger in your chest, or spitting in your face if you prefer. The truth of the matter is that I admire everything you have done in this business.
I think you deserve to be a Hall of Famer in that old scene we use to call home.
However, you are not and will never be. This is something you will have to live with for the rest of your life. Just like you will have to accept never, ever becoming Cruiserweight Champion again. Your career started in similar division and it will also end in it but not on your terms. I will put you down as a favor to the great career you've had. I will ease you into a retirement you should have stuck to when your neck nearly got snapped in half in your last match in NCW. I will show you no sympathy, no pity. I will only respect you with a roundhouse kick to the side of your head.
The elevator dings before its doors slide open. Bushido steps into the lift and pushes the button designated for the first floor. Some type of muzzak plays as he continues his monologue.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I do not know who I will be facing next week but if he goes by the name Brad Kane than that is all that matters. Your name will forever hold a place in the Cruiserweight Record Books as my first defense in my 5 year reign as champion. People will look upon your name and see mine next to it as the man that finally ended your on and off again career. This match has been a long time coming. I look upon the peeons... I mean, fellow competitors in my division and you are 1 of 3 names that actually makes worry of losing my title to you. I know how good you can be, how dangerous you have been but no matter what you bring on Sunday, I will bring so much more.
I will not lose my title in my first defense.
I will not be a paper champion. I will be the fastest, the hardest, the strongest Cruiserweight in all of professional wrestling history. Though I find myself in one hell of a predicament, I will push aside my feelings for the women in my life and focus only on you. You have my undivided attention and my eyes will not stray from yours until I watch as you shut them closed into unconsciousness. This will not be a high-flying, fast-paced match people have come to expect from Cruiserweights. This will be hard-hitting, stiff-shots to the body and face until one of us can no longer go. Though it is uncertain if it will be me or you who finally falls to the 3, one thing will be certain...
Neither of us will ever be the same again.
The elevator reaches the first floor and Bushido steps out, throwing the jacket over his shoulders and sunglasses on his face as sunlight bathes the scene in a blinding flash that fades into black.
Thursday Night...
Ayame stood to the side while Miranda argued with Bushido. The second she spoke up became the second she regretted. Both heads turned to face Bushido's intended and she immediately froze.
Ayame: ... I mean, it is evident that all this turmoil is because of me. Since I have entered your lives I have seen your relationship continue to break.
Bushido stood silently as Miranda pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
Miranda: No. This is not because of you, Ayame. Bushido continues to make bad decisions and...
Bushido: I grow tired of blame. *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I make the choices that are necessary for our continual advancement.
Miranda: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: You continue to mess everything up. You do not think about those around you... About me and how I feel about those choices you make for your OWN advancement.
Awkward doesn't begin to explain what Ayame is feeling. She stands there for a second as Bushido turns away from them both, forcing a smile as her eyes connect with Miranda's.
Ayame: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: Where I come from, I was told that a man's decision should never be questioned. I was raised to believe that women should only think what their husbands tell them to think. That they should only worry about household chores. I saw my mother waste her life slaving away for a man that never cared enough for what she thought.
Miranda perks up as Ayame takes steps to stand at her side. Ayame wipes a solitary tear from Miranda's face as they bth face Bushido whose brow furrows deeply.
Ayame: I can understand what Miranda is feeling right now and I have to agree with her. You accepted this marriage without even knowing me or caring about how I felt with this situation. You made that choice even though Miranda would be deeply hurt by it. Now, you re wrought with regret over choices you've made and continue to disappoint in your profession.
Miranda: Damn right he does! Now Brad is out there losing his mind and he'll most likely still be able to beat you because you are more worried about what's going on here then you are there.
Bushido's hands rest on his hips as he shakes his head before sternly shooting both of them a look. A finger is raised as he approaches the pair.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: The both of you can have each other then. I have a match to prepare for and you will not be the cause of my demise.
Bushido grabs his coat and slips out of the room, staring at Ayame as she works to hide her sly smirk. Our hero has now found himself a new villain and that villain is his future wife.
Ayame: Do not worry, Miranda. He will come to his senses.
Ayame consoles Miranda with a hug, looking over her shoulder and smiling devilishly as Bushido closes the door on this scene, heading towards the elevator.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I hear rumors that you are not completely yourself these days. I do not now what I should think about this. Many fans of mine have told me that I should be careful. That an insane Brad Kane can be as deadly as a serial killer. They then pointed me towards an old pseudonym of yours, Reckless Jack. I watched old tapes of your matches and saw firsthand how brutal you can be when pushed. Now here I am, week after week, shoving my little finger in your chest, or spitting in your face if you prefer. The truth of the matter is that I admire everything you have done in this business.
I think you deserve to be a Hall of Famer in that old scene we use to call home.
However, you are not and will never be. This is something you will have to live with for the rest of your life. Just like you will have to accept never, ever becoming Cruiserweight Champion again. Your career started in similar division and it will also end in it but not on your terms. I will put you down as a favor to the great career you've had. I will ease you into a retirement you should have stuck to when your neck nearly got snapped in half in your last match in NCW. I will show you no sympathy, no pity. I will only respect you with a roundhouse kick to the side of your head.
The elevator dings before its doors slide open. Bushido steps into the lift and pushes the button designated for the first floor. Some type of muzzak plays as he continues his monologue.
Bushido: *speaks Japanese*
Subtitles: I do not know who I will be facing next week but if he goes by the name Brad Kane than that is all that matters. Your name will forever hold a place in the Cruiserweight Record Books as my first defense in my 5 year reign as champion. People will look upon your name and see mine next to it as the man that finally ended your on and off again career. This match has been a long time coming. I look upon the peeons... I mean, fellow competitors in my division and you are 1 of 3 names that actually makes worry of losing my title to you. I know how good you can be, how dangerous you have been but no matter what you bring on Sunday, I will bring so much more.
I will not lose my title in my first defense.
I will not be a paper champion. I will be the fastest, the hardest, the strongest Cruiserweight in all of professional wrestling history. Though I find myself in one hell of a predicament, I will push aside my feelings for the women in my life and focus only on you. You have my undivided attention and my eyes will not stray from yours until I watch as you shut them closed into unconsciousness. This will not be a high-flying, fast-paced match people have come to expect from Cruiserweights. This will be hard-hitting, stiff-shots to the body and face until one of us can no longer go. Though it is uncertain if it will be me or you who finally falls to the 3, one thing will be certain...
Neither of us will ever be the same again.
The elevator reaches the first floor and Bushido steps out, throwing the jacket over his shoulders and sunglasses on his face as sunlight bathes the scene in a blinding flash that fades into black.
Well howdy there pardner.