Post by Honda on Apr 11, 2011 14:40:05 GMT -5
1. “Self Medicating” (Off Camera)
You ever been to a place that seems familiar yet there is something very twisted and unfamiliar with it yet in a way you just can’t or rather won’t question it. Kazuo Honda felt like that now just like he had travelled back in time for a few decades actually, sun seemed to shine brighter, air was cleaner well still had smog but it was rumoured to be the reason California had such beautiful fucking sunsets anyway.
He walked in to a dojo wearing a white gi looking around for a while; strangely the door was open yet no one seemed to be home.
Kazuo:”Yo? Anybody here? I was supposed to train here today, brought my own chopsticks too!”
After a moment a deep, nearly zen-like voice responded to his question.
“We don’t train with chopsticks in my dojo Kazuo-san.”
That voice belonged to Hongo. Or rather, a very gray, very old-looking Hongo dressed in a white Gi of his own, with a stern look at his face.
“And has nobody taught you any manners Kazuo-san? You should bow to the dojo itself before coming in. Now do that or I’ll send you outside to wax the car.”
Honda eyes up and down at this old timer who thinks he can just boss him around like someone made him the emperor of China or head chef at the Arnold’s drive trough, the guy looked more like a waiter to him.
Kazuo:”Look I don’t know what you mean I just know this guy who used to train with chopsticks and he was good enough to catch flies with them and..”
The deep zen-like voice responded with a sterner tone interrupting the nonsense.
“He should have used a newspaper or call pest control, now are you going to go bow to the dojo or not Kazuo-san, I am a very busy man, could use this time to work on my bonsais too you know those little trees can cost a fortune.”
Something on the look in the old timer’s eyes made Kazuo realize that there was no monkeying around here, he tossed down the chopsticks and stomped on them breaking them in half with a vicious tantrum and pointed his right index finger at the man, while backing up to the door.
Kazuo:”Fine! I’ll do it but if you think I’m here to wax your car man, I’ll crane kick that head of yours right off your fucking shoulders nu-uh man that fence won’t paint for damn sure!”
While the new student went outside and bowed deep to the dojo he would train at his sensei let out a bit of a chuckle.
“I pity the poor boy, he thinks I don’t have money to pay a decent painter, I pity the fool who has to have some punk paint his fences anyway..”
When the new fiery tempered protege made his way back in he gave a bow towards the old man as well.
Kazuo:”Ok pops, let’s get dangerous teach me how to kill people with my thumb?”
Hongo looks like he’s about to burst out laughing.
“Thumb? Bozu, I don’t know what Chinese crap you’ve been watching but Martial arts is more than just poking people to death. First you need to learn the basics!”
This is said with a stern tone, with the word need emphasized.
“So you might aswell go an hang up your jacket”
With some muttering Kazuo went to hang up his jacket, “last fucking time I believe a fortune cookie at chairman Mao’s that’s for sure you will learn to kill people with thumb my ass...” He took off the leather jacket and tossed it on the nearby pole with a loud “HAI-YAH!” scream bouncing off the walls. Hongo reacts to this by shaking his head distraughtly.
“No. Pick it up and do it again. Or would you rather wax the car? Maybe Wax on is easier than Jacket off?”
You can hear the thinly veiled amusement in his voice
With a grumble the not so excited student picked up the jacket and put it on only take it off and put it on and take it off again for a nauseating amount of times. “Dude this is not pre-school I know how to take off my jacket when are we going to kill people with spinning kicks or rip out their hearts and stuff?”
Hongo heard that muttering and walked next to Honda, speaking in a lecturing tone again.
“Learning things like that takes years of practice. But getting the very basics right can smooth the curve. So just keep picking up that jacket and hanging it.”
He did keep on doing it at nauseum again and again until he could not even think about doing it instead of just doing it and glared at the teacher.
Kazuo:”What’s next? Folding napkins? setting tables. Geez pops this sure isn’t fit enough for even a TV sitcom joke.”
Hongo sighed deeply and cracked his knuckles.
“Pick up the jacket.”
As Honda did just that, Hongo started throwing punches his way. Landing each one of them. He stopped after a few strikes and looked down, surprised.
“You weren’t able to block those? That’s not how this should go!”
Honda looked pissed he grabbed a knife and sticked it right in front of his sensei’s face roaring out.
Kazuo:”How the fuck am I supposed to block strikes when all you taught me is to put up my jacket!?”
Looking a bit shocked at the turn of the events, Hongo picked up the jacket himself’
“That is what I was trying to teach to you. Martial arts live in all we do. Even picking up a jacket. Why didn’t it work then? I don’t know!”
His confusion had reached the top when he saw the knife.
“Wait wait wait, don’t wave that around please! No need to get violent Kazuo-san! I’ll show you a trick or two if you just calm down.”
And suddenly the old man image was there no more, but a young kid.
The riled up student was so shocked that he actually dropped his blade and watched the kid in amazement gawking at him even with his mouth open.
Kazuo:”Little Gary Coleman is that you?!”
Yes, indeed it was Young Gary Coleman that Kazuo saw, but when the kid spoke, he spoke in that low voice of Hongo.
“What do you think? Do I look Black to you? Moron”
Honda brought his face right in front of “Coleman” and spoke up with his best black man accent.
Kazuo:”Watchu talking about Coleman?!”
He could not stop laughing after that he was nearly keeling over and howling with hysterical laughter in front of that kid-like black man that seemed to have a familiar voice to him “Coleman” wasn’t amused though and kicked him in the shin.
“Snap out of if Kazuo. I never thought you’d bang your head that badly!...”
Scene 2: “Some things about attacks, matches and opponents” (On Camera)
We open up to a shot of Hongo shaking Honda from the shoulders his head bopping back and forth a bit before he finally opens up those heavy eyelids of his looking rather drowsy to say the least, bloodshot eyes and his speech seem to be deep and slurring a bit. Apparently he had been heavily medicated on painkillers after his match with Ace and might have been out of it enough to see all sorts of weird stuff, chances are he barely was around or aware of his surroundings fully now either.
Kazuo:”Did you see me out there?! I kicked his damn ass, him and Gary Coleman both!”
Still shaking his partner a bit, Hongo shook his head in what could be called disgust.
“I got no idea what you are talking about Kazuo. What I do know is that you are a goddamn mess right now. We got a camera crew heading this way, arriving any moment now. Do you realize how humiliating it would be for your to look like this? The goddamn swine will never let us live it down”
Honda who still seems spaced out just cackles out a laughter, he has managed to put on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans with his black shoes after the match still wincing at the pain here and there his wild hair more of a mess than usual.
Kazuo:”Oh don’t worry about it sensei, I got this. We are going to take them on, just like you told me remember? Strike first, Strike hard, No Mercy! An enemy deserves no mercy Kobra Kai..never dies!”
Hongo was speechless. He just stood there, staring Honda in disbelief, his mouth hanging open.
“What? Kazuo. What the hell is that crap? Kobra Kai? What?”
Naturally, Hongo had never seen the famous Karate Kid movies, he considered himself above the Western pop culture. The sheer absurdity of the moment caused him to slump down on a chair nearby and just shake his head.
“Seriously Kazuo, SNAP OUT OF IT”
Then Kazuo realizes something he is laughing uncontrollably about it landing his head on the table in front of him making Hongo glare at him like he was ready to slap him silly for making fun of the whole situation.
Kazuo:”Dude..they are here already see?”
He points at the filming camera and cackles on his eyes squinting even more.And they infact had been filming for a good while. Hongo looks like he’s ready to pop a vein and gets up, standing in between the camera and his partner.
“Good evening. My name in case any of your ADD-riddled Westerners have forgotten, is Hongo Takeshi, the Modern Day Samurai.”
He shuffles around a bit, trying to keep Honda behind his back.
“Primerio Anniversario. Now wasn’t that a great show? Ace Andrews getting his chance at Retribution... only to fail miserably. Lovely wasn’t it? And this week, he’s back... with friends. Seems like he did pick up on my advice to get some backup. Though I must say I am a bit disappointed with his choice. Sure, Fandango won the TV title from Stu-E, but considering the shape we had left Mr. Price, it’s no big feat.”
Behind Hongo a laughter blasts out when Honda responds with his own commentary about the situation.
Kazuo:”Those fucks probably just got scared of possibly facing us and try to keep the title going around like a hot potato so they would not have to share Ace’s fate! I mean what the hell kind of a champion can’t even keep the belt he wins? Not much of a champion I say. I mean it’s clear to me that our opponents this week, they have already lost. Ace has not realized the old wisdom about how “it’s ok to lose to an opponent but you must not lose to fear!”
When his Mr. Miyagi reference apparently didn’t reach Hongo’s approval Honda just chuckled to himself.
Kazuo:”Admit it Andrews, you have already lost to us, and you are if anything afraid of us as well. There is a difference with being stupid and being brave you my round eyed friend, showed on our last encounter just which you are and trust me Ace, it wasn’t brave at all..”
Still dissapproving of his less-than-stellar state, Hongo once again steps infront of Honda to cover him from the view as he speaks up.
“Indeed. Seriously Ace, you think Fandango will have your back? For all he knows, youre gunning for him next, with him having the title and all that jazz. I know I wouldn’t trust him. I know I wouldn’t trust you if I was him. So basically you got an unreliable teammate going into a match against a well-oiled machine that has had your number for months now. Tell me Ace, is that really a good plan? You would be better off to just not show up and forfeit, the result would be the same as if you showed up... but less pain.”
Honda is doing his best to hide the pain and hurting he is obviously in after the match, to show just how great he is he leans up grabbing on the table and standing up behind Hongo before speaking up.
Kazuo:”You never learn do you Andrews? You could not keep me down at Primer Aniversario and you can’t kill me in or out of that ring, no one should ever hunt for anything that they can’t kill. You might claim that I won because Hongo was there, claim that on my own I could not have done what I did. However I am the one who competed and I did win because of Hongo, not because he was there ringside slapping some sense in to thick head of Artie Strong. Oh no Andrews I won because I can trust Hongo, I can trust him to walk trough walls if I ask him to do it, I can trust him to have my back against you, Fandango or the rest of the goddamn world if you are coming for me. Trust, respect, Loyalty those are things we value, things we have earned and things that we share amongst each other some things we have none for you, your kind or your countries.. You think you can kill me Andrews then come on boyo! I’m still standing man and I won’t go down for YOU!”
He stands up staggering barely keeping to his feet, Hongo glares at him with a disapproving gaze before slapping him back down on to the chair just so that he wouldn’t fall over in the middle of the filming and make a mockery out of himself and Hongo as well in the process.To his credit, the big man kept his cool in front of the camera and simply lifted his smaller partner up the collar and kept him up while speaking to the camera, his irritation oh so slightly audible from his voice.
“Kazuo has a point Ace. Trust. Respect. Loyalty. That is the very essence of The Renegades. You wonder how we are such an efficient team of destruction? Those three words explain it. They are not given. They are earned Ace. We know that if one falls, the other is there to pick him up. We know that if we find ourselves in a tight spot, the other will be there to cover for us. That is something you westerners seem to fail at grasping. Your culture revolves around a concept of “me, me, me”... a mentality aimed at getting the most for you. You see others either as obstacles or stepladders. When teaming up with someone you do not think “What can I do for him?”... you think “What can he do for me” instead. And he thinks the same about you. That is the difference between any team in RoP and The Renegades... We go for the better of the unit. Not the better of the individual. That gives us a truly common goal to work upon... and makes us more effective than any of your western teams can ever be. In this business of ours that many claim to be a dog eat dog world we’ve seen brothers turn on each other. We’ve seen families broken up due to the greed for greater glory. We’ve seen friends turn to bitter enemies over something as ultimately trivial as championship gold. Tag teams are established only to break down. That is not our way Ace. And that is what makes us strong.”
That seemed to make Honda snap out of his trance like state, he growls out the following surprisingly deep slurring his words only a tiny bit.
Kazuo:”Arturius Strong! You think that you can talk down to us just because you are not a competitor, that because you are not a wrestler you can say whatever and claim it all to free speech? You went on your little show, saying that Ace Andrews would win the match at Primer Aniversario, you sure as hell picked the wrong horse Artie, you see we don’t have neutrals in this world once you speak up you better realize that you will be either with us or against us. You made your decision Strong and you will pay for it too, what Hongo gave you is just a taste about what we can do to you every damn time we see you, be it in the catering, parking lot, in front or behind the cameras..it won’t matter. Consider it a fair warning, fair because you only got one. If you choose to go on with the path you have chosen, then you will share a fate just like Ace’s and Fandango you poor unfortunate sacrificial lamb for the slaughter. If you think even for a moment that because of what Strong says or because of what we have going with Andrews is going to work for your advantage. You better think again boyo. We have laid claim to that championship you now hold and just like it has been to our advantage to hurt, injure even everyone who has held that title we see this match not as a chance for Ace to get some payback..but as a opportunity for us to hurt one more Television Champion.
If you have any sense at all, you stay out of our way and try to keep out of the ring, praying and begging that maybe beating Ace to a bloody mess for what he did to me will be enough for you to get away. Because should you step between the ropes, or even blink at us in a way that we don’t like. You will live to regret the moment you show up to the show. We are ready to hurt and humiliate you both, you however have a chance to just offer your “partner” up as payment. Consider those options going in to this match after all how much of a disgrace would it be to you, if you were forced to vacate your title due to a shall we say an unfortunate injury? I mean imagine it Fandango, you would not lose it to any opponent, you would have no one to face and invoke your rematch, you would just plain lose the very title you nearly broke a man’s neck for..emphasis on nearly. Guess what Mickey if I have to break your neck to get that belt off you...”
He leans up closer to the camera and lets out a coarse whisper.
Kazuo:”...That is just what I will do.”
Hongo had been listening to his partners rant and stepped in as he seemed to be finished.
“Arturius... I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson. I take no pleasure from beating up someone who has no means of self-defence... but sometimes you must do things you dislike to make sure you get your message across. Do not think for one moment that I will hesitate to do so again should you decide to not learn the lesson and insist on continuing to run your mouth to us. Is that understood?”
He stared at the camera with a menacing scowl on his face, cocking his head first left and then right before continuing.
“And as far as you go Fandango... I would advise you to take heed of my partners words. This is not your battle Fandango, and it will not be your battle... unless you make it yours. As it stands now, The Renegades have no beef with you. But if you show up at Meltdown and compete against us... Then we will have. Look at Ace Andrews. Look at Stu-E Price. Do you want to be the next TV champion who loses his title due to messing with us? You should think it long and hard Fandango... You see, in that ring... Nobody is Innocent Fandango... Nobody. And if you step into it at Meltdown, you become fair game for us. Is that what you want? Is Ace Andrews worth that much to you? Think long and hard about your decision Fandango... as you westeners say... The ball is in your court...”
Honda seems to ponder on something for a moment then his eyes light clearly form a brainstorm, the ever stoic and calm Hongo seems to be on thin ice with his patience as it is but he looks to his partner with a stern gaze and nods.
Kazuo:”I have a full proof plan on taking you out Ace, you have no chance to avoid it. I will end your career come Meltdown, should you choose to really be stupid enough and trust your fate in the hands of someone like Fandango. A move old as time it self, a real classic that will shook the earth to it’s very core.”
Hongo seems to think that maybe Honda is meaning one of their devastating tag team maneuvers that they delivered on Ace at the last show.
“You mean Vitamin K? or maybe Kobe to Kyoto?”
Honda shakes his head and smiles.
Kazuo:”No, Sweep the leg! I haven’t got a problem with that sensei!”
This last Karate Kid reference just did not sit well with The Modern day Samurai, he looked ready to slam Kazuo’s head trough the table but instead he stood up and walked off from the camera’s view without saying a single word, barely keeping his calm leaving the cackling Honda on his own sitting at the table.
Kazuo:”See you at Vegas, Sayonara!”
He is laughing out manically as the filming cuts violently.
You ever been to a place that seems familiar yet there is something very twisted and unfamiliar with it yet in a way you just can’t or rather won’t question it. Kazuo Honda felt like that now just like he had travelled back in time for a few decades actually, sun seemed to shine brighter, air was cleaner well still had smog but it was rumoured to be the reason California had such beautiful fucking sunsets anyway.
He walked in to a dojo wearing a white gi looking around for a while; strangely the door was open yet no one seemed to be home.
Kazuo:”Yo? Anybody here? I was supposed to train here today, brought my own chopsticks too!”
After a moment a deep, nearly zen-like voice responded to his question.
“We don’t train with chopsticks in my dojo Kazuo-san.”
That voice belonged to Hongo. Or rather, a very gray, very old-looking Hongo dressed in a white Gi of his own, with a stern look at his face.
“And has nobody taught you any manners Kazuo-san? You should bow to the dojo itself before coming in. Now do that or I’ll send you outside to wax the car.”
Honda eyes up and down at this old timer who thinks he can just boss him around like someone made him the emperor of China or head chef at the Arnold’s drive trough, the guy looked more like a waiter to him.
Kazuo:”Look I don’t know what you mean I just know this guy who used to train with chopsticks and he was good enough to catch flies with them and..”
The deep zen-like voice responded with a sterner tone interrupting the nonsense.
“He should have used a newspaper or call pest control, now are you going to go bow to the dojo or not Kazuo-san, I am a very busy man, could use this time to work on my bonsais too you know those little trees can cost a fortune.”
Something on the look in the old timer’s eyes made Kazuo realize that there was no monkeying around here, he tossed down the chopsticks and stomped on them breaking them in half with a vicious tantrum and pointed his right index finger at the man, while backing up to the door.
Kazuo:”Fine! I’ll do it but if you think I’m here to wax your car man, I’ll crane kick that head of yours right off your fucking shoulders nu-uh man that fence won’t paint for damn sure!”
While the new student went outside and bowed deep to the dojo he would train at his sensei let out a bit of a chuckle.
“I pity the poor boy, he thinks I don’t have money to pay a decent painter, I pity the fool who has to have some punk paint his fences anyway..”
When the new fiery tempered protege made his way back in he gave a bow towards the old man as well.
Kazuo:”Ok pops, let’s get dangerous teach me how to kill people with my thumb?”
Hongo looks like he’s about to burst out laughing.
“Thumb? Bozu, I don’t know what Chinese crap you’ve been watching but Martial arts is more than just poking people to death. First you need to learn the basics!”
This is said with a stern tone, with the word need emphasized.
“So you might aswell go an hang up your jacket”
With some muttering Kazuo went to hang up his jacket, “last fucking time I believe a fortune cookie at chairman Mao’s that’s for sure you will learn to kill people with thumb my ass...” He took off the leather jacket and tossed it on the nearby pole with a loud “HAI-YAH!” scream bouncing off the walls. Hongo reacts to this by shaking his head distraughtly.
“No. Pick it up and do it again. Or would you rather wax the car? Maybe Wax on is easier than Jacket off?”
You can hear the thinly veiled amusement in his voice
With a grumble the not so excited student picked up the jacket and put it on only take it off and put it on and take it off again for a nauseating amount of times. “Dude this is not pre-school I know how to take off my jacket when are we going to kill people with spinning kicks or rip out their hearts and stuff?”
Hongo heard that muttering and walked next to Honda, speaking in a lecturing tone again.
“Learning things like that takes years of practice. But getting the very basics right can smooth the curve. So just keep picking up that jacket and hanging it.”
He did keep on doing it at nauseum again and again until he could not even think about doing it instead of just doing it and glared at the teacher.
Kazuo:”What’s next? Folding napkins? setting tables. Geez pops this sure isn’t fit enough for even a TV sitcom joke.”
Hongo sighed deeply and cracked his knuckles.
“Pick up the jacket.”
As Honda did just that, Hongo started throwing punches his way. Landing each one of them. He stopped after a few strikes and looked down, surprised.
“You weren’t able to block those? That’s not how this should go!”
Honda looked pissed he grabbed a knife and sticked it right in front of his sensei’s face roaring out.
Kazuo:”How the fuck am I supposed to block strikes when all you taught me is to put up my jacket!?”
Looking a bit shocked at the turn of the events, Hongo picked up the jacket himself’
“That is what I was trying to teach to you. Martial arts live in all we do. Even picking up a jacket. Why didn’t it work then? I don’t know!”
His confusion had reached the top when he saw the knife.
“Wait wait wait, don’t wave that around please! No need to get violent Kazuo-san! I’ll show you a trick or two if you just calm down.”
And suddenly the old man image was there no more, but a young kid.
The riled up student was so shocked that he actually dropped his blade and watched the kid in amazement gawking at him even with his mouth open.
Kazuo:”Little Gary Coleman is that you?!”
Yes, indeed it was Young Gary Coleman that Kazuo saw, but when the kid spoke, he spoke in that low voice of Hongo.
“What do you think? Do I look Black to you? Moron”
Honda brought his face right in front of “Coleman” and spoke up with his best black man accent.
Kazuo:”Watchu talking about Coleman?!”
He could not stop laughing after that he was nearly keeling over and howling with hysterical laughter in front of that kid-like black man that seemed to have a familiar voice to him “Coleman” wasn’t amused though and kicked him in the shin.
“Snap out of if Kazuo. I never thought you’d bang your head that badly!...”
Scene 2: “Some things about attacks, matches and opponents” (On Camera)
We open up to a shot of Hongo shaking Honda from the shoulders his head bopping back and forth a bit before he finally opens up those heavy eyelids of his looking rather drowsy to say the least, bloodshot eyes and his speech seem to be deep and slurring a bit. Apparently he had been heavily medicated on painkillers after his match with Ace and might have been out of it enough to see all sorts of weird stuff, chances are he barely was around or aware of his surroundings fully now either.
Kazuo:”Did you see me out there?! I kicked his damn ass, him and Gary Coleman both!”
Still shaking his partner a bit, Hongo shook his head in what could be called disgust.
“I got no idea what you are talking about Kazuo. What I do know is that you are a goddamn mess right now. We got a camera crew heading this way, arriving any moment now. Do you realize how humiliating it would be for your to look like this? The goddamn swine will never let us live it down”
Honda who still seems spaced out just cackles out a laughter, he has managed to put on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans with his black shoes after the match still wincing at the pain here and there his wild hair more of a mess than usual.
Kazuo:”Oh don’t worry about it sensei, I got this. We are going to take them on, just like you told me remember? Strike first, Strike hard, No Mercy! An enemy deserves no mercy Kobra Kai..never dies!”
Hongo was speechless. He just stood there, staring Honda in disbelief, his mouth hanging open.
“What? Kazuo. What the hell is that crap? Kobra Kai? What?”
Naturally, Hongo had never seen the famous Karate Kid movies, he considered himself above the Western pop culture. The sheer absurdity of the moment caused him to slump down on a chair nearby and just shake his head.
“Seriously Kazuo, SNAP OUT OF IT”
Then Kazuo realizes something he is laughing uncontrollably about it landing his head on the table in front of him making Hongo glare at him like he was ready to slap him silly for making fun of the whole situation.
Kazuo:”Dude..they are here already see?”
He points at the filming camera and cackles on his eyes squinting even more.And they infact had been filming for a good while. Hongo looks like he’s ready to pop a vein and gets up, standing in between the camera and his partner.
“Good evening. My name in case any of your ADD-riddled Westerners have forgotten, is Hongo Takeshi, the Modern Day Samurai.”
He shuffles around a bit, trying to keep Honda behind his back.
“Primerio Anniversario. Now wasn’t that a great show? Ace Andrews getting his chance at Retribution... only to fail miserably. Lovely wasn’t it? And this week, he’s back... with friends. Seems like he did pick up on my advice to get some backup. Though I must say I am a bit disappointed with his choice. Sure, Fandango won the TV title from Stu-E, but considering the shape we had left Mr. Price, it’s no big feat.”
Behind Hongo a laughter blasts out when Honda responds with his own commentary about the situation.
Kazuo:”Those fucks probably just got scared of possibly facing us and try to keep the title going around like a hot potato so they would not have to share Ace’s fate! I mean what the hell kind of a champion can’t even keep the belt he wins? Not much of a champion I say. I mean it’s clear to me that our opponents this week, they have already lost. Ace has not realized the old wisdom about how “it’s ok to lose to an opponent but you must not lose to fear!”
When his Mr. Miyagi reference apparently didn’t reach Hongo’s approval Honda just chuckled to himself.
Kazuo:”Admit it Andrews, you have already lost to us, and you are if anything afraid of us as well. There is a difference with being stupid and being brave you my round eyed friend, showed on our last encounter just which you are and trust me Ace, it wasn’t brave at all..”
Still dissapproving of his less-than-stellar state, Hongo once again steps infront of Honda to cover him from the view as he speaks up.
“Indeed. Seriously Ace, you think Fandango will have your back? For all he knows, youre gunning for him next, with him having the title and all that jazz. I know I wouldn’t trust him. I know I wouldn’t trust you if I was him. So basically you got an unreliable teammate going into a match against a well-oiled machine that has had your number for months now. Tell me Ace, is that really a good plan? You would be better off to just not show up and forfeit, the result would be the same as if you showed up... but less pain.”
Honda is doing his best to hide the pain and hurting he is obviously in after the match, to show just how great he is he leans up grabbing on the table and standing up behind Hongo before speaking up.
Kazuo:”You never learn do you Andrews? You could not keep me down at Primer Aniversario and you can’t kill me in or out of that ring, no one should ever hunt for anything that they can’t kill. You might claim that I won because Hongo was there, claim that on my own I could not have done what I did. However I am the one who competed and I did win because of Hongo, not because he was there ringside slapping some sense in to thick head of Artie Strong. Oh no Andrews I won because I can trust Hongo, I can trust him to walk trough walls if I ask him to do it, I can trust him to have my back against you, Fandango or the rest of the goddamn world if you are coming for me. Trust, respect, Loyalty those are things we value, things we have earned and things that we share amongst each other some things we have none for you, your kind or your countries.. You think you can kill me Andrews then come on boyo! I’m still standing man and I won’t go down for YOU!”
He stands up staggering barely keeping to his feet, Hongo glares at him with a disapproving gaze before slapping him back down on to the chair just so that he wouldn’t fall over in the middle of the filming and make a mockery out of himself and Hongo as well in the process.To his credit, the big man kept his cool in front of the camera and simply lifted his smaller partner up the collar and kept him up while speaking to the camera, his irritation oh so slightly audible from his voice.
“Kazuo has a point Ace. Trust. Respect. Loyalty. That is the very essence of The Renegades. You wonder how we are such an efficient team of destruction? Those three words explain it. They are not given. They are earned Ace. We know that if one falls, the other is there to pick him up. We know that if we find ourselves in a tight spot, the other will be there to cover for us. That is something you westerners seem to fail at grasping. Your culture revolves around a concept of “me, me, me”... a mentality aimed at getting the most for you. You see others either as obstacles or stepladders. When teaming up with someone you do not think “What can I do for him?”... you think “What can he do for me” instead. And he thinks the same about you. That is the difference between any team in RoP and The Renegades... We go for the better of the unit. Not the better of the individual. That gives us a truly common goal to work upon... and makes us more effective than any of your western teams can ever be. In this business of ours that many claim to be a dog eat dog world we’ve seen brothers turn on each other. We’ve seen families broken up due to the greed for greater glory. We’ve seen friends turn to bitter enemies over something as ultimately trivial as championship gold. Tag teams are established only to break down. That is not our way Ace. And that is what makes us strong.”
That seemed to make Honda snap out of his trance like state, he growls out the following surprisingly deep slurring his words only a tiny bit.
Kazuo:”Arturius Strong! You think that you can talk down to us just because you are not a competitor, that because you are not a wrestler you can say whatever and claim it all to free speech? You went on your little show, saying that Ace Andrews would win the match at Primer Aniversario, you sure as hell picked the wrong horse Artie, you see we don’t have neutrals in this world once you speak up you better realize that you will be either with us or against us. You made your decision Strong and you will pay for it too, what Hongo gave you is just a taste about what we can do to you every damn time we see you, be it in the catering, parking lot, in front or behind the cameras..it won’t matter. Consider it a fair warning, fair because you only got one. If you choose to go on with the path you have chosen, then you will share a fate just like Ace’s and Fandango you poor unfortunate sacrificial lamb for the slaughter. If you think even for a moment that because of what Strong says or because of what we have going with Andrews is going to work for your advantage. You better think again boyo. We have laid claim to that championship you now hold and just like it has been to our advantage to hurt, injure even everyone who has held that title we see this match not as a chance for Ace to get some payback..but as a opportunity for us to hurt one more Television Champion.
If you have any sense at all, you stay out of our way and try to keep out of the ring, praying and begging that maybe beating Ace to a bloody mess for what he did to me will be enough for you to get away. Because should you step between the ropes, or even blink at us in a way that we don’t like. You will live to regret the moment you show up to the show. We are ready to hurt and humiliate you both, you however have a chance to just offer your “partner” up as payment. Consider those options going in to this match after all how much of a disgrace would it be to you, if you were forced to vacate your title due to a shall we say an unfortunate injury? I mean imagine it Fandango, you would not lose it to any opponent, you would have no one to face and invoke your rematch, you would just plain lose the very title you nearly broke a man’s neck for..emphasis on nearly. Guess what Mickey if I have to break your neck to get that belt off you...”
He leans up closer to the camera and lets out a coarse whisper.
Kazuo:”...That is just what I will do.”
Hongo had been listening to his partners rant and stepped in as he seemed to be finished.
“Arturius... I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson. I take no pleasure from beating up someone who has no means of self-defence... but sometimes you must do things you dislike to make sure you get your message across. Do not think for one moment that I will hesitate to do so again should you decide to not learn the lesson and insist on continuing to run your mouth to us. Is that understood?”
He stared at the camera with a menacing scowl on his face, cocking his head first left and then right before continuing.
“And as far as you go Fandango... I would advise you to take heed of my partners words. This is not your battle Fandango, and it will not be your battle... unless you make it yours. As it stands now, The Renegades have no beef with you. But if you show up at Meltdown and compete against us... Then we will have. Look at Ace Andrews. Look at Stu-E Price. Do you want to be the next TV champion who loses his title due to messing with us? You should think it long and hard Fandango... You see, in that ring... Nobody is Innocent Fandango... Nobody. And if you step into it at Meltdown, you become fair game for us. Is that what you want? Is Ace Andrews worth that much to you? Think long and hard about your decision Fandango... as you westeners say... The ball is in your court...”
Honda seems to ponder on something for a moment then his eyes light clearly form a brainstorm, the ever stoic and calm Hongo seems to be on thin ice with his patience as it is but he looks to his partner with a stern gaze and nods.
Kazuo:”I have a full proof plan on taking you out Ace, you have no chance to avoid it. I will end your career come Meltdown, should you choose to really be stupid enough and trust your fate in the hands of someone like Fandango. A move old as time it self, a real classic that will shook the earth to it’s very core.”
Hongo seems to think that maybe Honda is meaning one of their devastating tag team maneuvers that they delivered on Ace at the last show.
“You mean Vitamin K? or maybe Kobe to Kyoto?”
Honda shakes his head and smiles.
Kazuo:”No, Sweep the leg! I haven’t got a problem with that sensei!”
This last Karate Kid reference just did not sit well with The Modern day Samurai, he looked ready to slam Kazuo’s head trough the table but instead he stood up and walked off from the camera’s view without saying a single word, barely keeping his calm leaving the cackling Honda on his own sitting at the table.
Kazuo:”See you at Vegas, Sayonara!”
He is laughing out manically as the filming cuts violently.
