Post by Tirri on Apr 29, 2011 6:12:07 GMT -5
Renegade dedication (off-cam)[/b]
“Otoo-sama... Ore wa... mooshiwake arimasen...”
The scene opens with these words spoken, an apology to one’s father. Said in a deep, low voice that could belong only to Takeshi Hongo, the big man and the voice of reason of The Renegades. It is night, the pale moon is shining through the window, illuminating the small room Hongo is in. It is extremely simply decorated, no furniture outside of a small shinto-shrine in the corner. Kneeling infront of said shrine is the man himself, dressed in a simple black shirt and a Hakama, a traditional Japanese garment worn by practicioners of various martial arts.
“I have failed to live up to your expectations father... I have slipped in the standards you set for yourself and me. I could not live the way you wanted me to live.”
Hongo spoke softly, almost repentantly as he said this, his head bowed down.
“I could not stand by idly and watch as you allowed everyone to walk over you. I admired your dedication to non-violence. But I could not follow your footsteps. I seeked out another path, carved a different way for myself.”
The self-proclaimed Modern Day Samurai stood up, giving the shrine a polite bow, still speaking. It seemed as if he was looking for repentance. Or looking to explain himself.
“I am afraid I have become the very thing you shunned. A man drunk on his own power. I have the strength to oppress others. And I’ve used it gladly. I have joined forces with a man who has no problem wreacking havoc on those he deems unworthy. And I have done so myself too.”
The big man stared at the shrine, a picture of an elderly Japanese gentleman dressed in a monks outfit positioned on it’s midst, the name “Hongo Mitsuharu” scribbled under it in Japanese letters.
“It was that day that changed me. The day when you allowed yourself to be pushed around by that punk Imamura and his gang. That’s when I decided I would not be like you. That I would not let myself be pushed around by those who rely on numbers and strength.”
He walked closer to the shrine, staring down on the picture, his voice almost wavering.
“I stood up for myself, I fought those who sought to oppress the weak. I grew into a strong man. But... somewhere down the line... I got corrupted.”
He sighs, shaking his head before looking up with a sly smirk on his face.
“And guess what is the best part about it? I liked every moment of it. The rush I felt when I laid down my own kind of justice on those who I deemed unworthy... The joy that rushed through me as I put my foot down to assert MY authority... it was... euphoric. I began to like it, the very same thing that I grew to despise.”
The big man laughed, his deep chuckle echoing in the empty room.
“I had no direction, no goal... just aimless wandering. Until I met Kazuo-san. Until I became a Renegade. I found new direction. I found new spark. No longer was I just a mindless brute. I rediscovered my calmness, my reason. I began to channel my abilities towards a productive goal...”
Hongo roared with laughter once again.
“Productive? Well, it actually depends on your point of view I guess. Asserting my... OUR superiority over these hypocritical, ignorant fools who inhabit the western world became our goal. Our destiny. Sure, I am no longer the innocent boy I used to be Father. I am no longer the benevolent child I used to be.”
Hongo knelt again, bowing deep for the picture of his father.
“But in this world Father... nobody is Innocent. Nobody. And regardless on how I started out... I am what I am. And I ask myself... Am I alright with it?”
He got up, closing the doors of the shrine, turning his back to it, the last words barely a whisper.
“Yes... Yes I am.”
The Price of Victory(on-cam promo)[/b]
The scene opens in a moonlight-lit room devoid of all furniture. The shadows cast by the moon flicker on the figure of Takeshi Hongo, seated on the floor, leaning against the wall, his head cocked upwards, a smirk on his lips.
“So once I again I find myself in a singles match. Does Sensation-san have problems finding teams suitable of facing the Renegades?”
Hongo chuckles slightly, shaking his head before looking down on the camera, speaking in a low, deep voice.
“Possibly. And I am not surprised by it to the slightest. After all, myself and my nakama Honda Kazuo have carved a path of destruction through the ranks of Ring of Pride. Undefeated at this point. Wouldn’t surprise me one bit even if all the other tag teams where afraid of facing us, begging Sensation-san NOT to book them against us. That would only be natural.”
He runs his fingers over a trio of Kanji embroidered on the chest of his leather jacket, the letters that spell out HaiKyoSha.
“But it is not really relevant as it stands now. I find myself booked against Stu-E Price, a man caught inbetween the battle we had with Ace Andrews, and to his credit he did stay out of it after we had humiliated him in his hometown. But now it seems like it is time for round 2. Whether it is by the decision of Sensation-san to boost ratings, or by the request of Price himself, Hongo Takeshi will be taking on Stu-E Price at Meltdown this coming Sunday.”
He smiles, his dark eyes fixated on the camera as he continues, his voice brimming with intensity.
“Yes, it is the first time in several months that I am taking on someone solo, atleast on paper. Am I fazed by it? Not to the slightest. If you think for a second that I am coming to this match alone you are either delusional, stupid or have the memory of a goldfish. Since day 1, Honda Kazuo and myself have been a unit. We’ve always fought together. Where one goes ,the other isn’t far. And this will be the case at Meltdown too. So yeah Price, in the ring you “only” have me to contend with. But you must keep your focus on the ringside too, since Honda Kazuo shall not hesitate to interfere if he is provided a chance...”
The big man chuckles menacingly, staring out of the window.
“Don’t think myself alone will be easy either though. You might be a former champion in several different organizations, the pride of England and whatnot. But I am the Modern Day Samurai. Trained in the strict manner of Puroresu. I know you have toured Dai Nippon during your career. You should be aware that this sport of ours stands on a completely different pedestal in my homeland. That is reflected in my performance, my potential and most importantly, my ability. Honda might be the more vocal part of HaiKyoSha... the one that most remember for his actions. But I have always been there too. Subtly destroying our opponents. I am the power of the Renegades. I am the unstoppable force to use an old cliche. Everything I do complements the actions of Honda just like everything Honda does complements mine. But I am well capable of performing on my own Price.”
He said this without looking at the camera, his menacing voice putting extra emphasis to these words even without eyecontact.
“I am not a merciful man Price. I am a relentless competitor, I hunger for victory, be it for championships or just for personal glory. I know you are a fierce fighter too... But do you possess the drive to defeat me? Do you have what it takes to overcome centuries of martial tradition mixed into years of training and adapted into a style that only I can wield to maximum effect? I promise you Stu-E, that even when flying solo in the ring, I am a force to be reckoned with. Should you doubt that, you will find yourself face first on the mat quicker than you can finish whatever catchphrase you spout. You are not American Stu-E, but you possess many of the same hated qualities of so many westerners. The sense of untouchability. The illusion of superiority. The blissfull ignorance of a person who has never known anything different. I will be shattering all of those come Meltdown.”
Cracking his fingers as he said that, Hongo gets up, wandering towards the window, his back turned to the camera, his voice sounding almost musing.
“Even now, merely days removed from our meeting, you are yet to let yourself be heard. Are you lacking the material to which base your thoughts upon? Are you afraid I might take your words and twist them in a manner where they’d work against you. Or are you just so cocky that you don’t see the need to talk about our match or myself? Whichever the option is truest, it will come back to bite you, as it has only made you seem weak. Afraid of me. Lazy. All of the above. It will be a pleasure to destroy your presence at Meltdown Stu-E. I will be cherishing every moment of it. As my fist lands on your being, it is metaphorically slapping the entire western world in the face. As I pick you up and drive you to the mat, you can almost hear as the rotten Western world crumbles from it’s sheer force. You are but a symptom of the disease that is gnawing away this world of ours. And I am the cure. We are the Cure. The Renegades are the cure. Ring of Pride is a sinking ship, that is the word going around in the streets. I do not believe it. And even if it is... The Renegades will either carry it up from the ditch it has fallen into... or make sure all of you that have caused this rot that infests this organization... go down with it... In this world of our Stu-E... Nobody is Innocent... NOBODY.”
Almost roaring the last word out, Hongo turns to face the camera again, giving a mocking bow towards it before finishing up.
“I am Hongo Takeshi. The Modern Day Samurai. And at Meltdown, I will end you Stu-E Price. That is the Price of Victory.”
“Otoo-sama... Ore wa... mooshiwake arimasen...”
The scene opens with these words spoken, an apology to one’s father. Said in a deep, low voice that could belong only to Takeshi Hongo, the big man and the voice of reason of The Renegades. It is night, the pale moon is shining through the window, illuminating the small room Hongo is in. It is extremely simply decorated, no furniture outside of a small shinto-shrine in the corner. Kneeling infront of said shrine is the man himself, dressed in a simple black shirt and a Hakama, a traditional Japanese garment worn by practicioners of various martial arts.
“I have failed to live up to your expectations father... I have slipped in the standards you set for yourself and me. I could not live the way you wanted me to live.”
Hongo spoke softly, almost repentantly as he said this, his head bowed down.
“I could not stand by idly and watch as you allowed everyone to walk over you. I admired your dedication to non-violence. But I could not follow your footsteps. I seeked out another path, carved a different way for myself.”
The self-proclaimed Modern Day Samurai stood up, giving the shrine a polite bow, still speaking. It seemed as if he was looking for repentance. Or looking to explain himself.
“I am afraid I have become the very thing you shunned. A man drunk on his own power. I have the strength to oppress others. And I’ve used it gladly. I have joined forces with a man who has no problem wreacking havoc on those he deems unworthy. And I have done so myself too.”
The big man stared at the shrine, a picture of an elderly Japanese gentleman dressed in a monks outfit positioned on it’s midst, the name “Hongo Mitsuharu” scribbled under it in Japanese letters.
“It was that day that changed me. The day when you allowed yourself to be pushed around by that punk Imamura and his gang. That’s when I decided I would not be like you. That I would not let myself be pushed around by those who rely on numbers and strength.”
He walked closer to the shrine, staring down on the picture, his voice almost wavering.
“I stood up for myself, I fought those who sought to oppress the weak. I grew into a strong man. But... somewhere down the line... I got corrupted.”
He sighs, shaking his head before looking up with a sly smirk on his face.
“And guess what is the best part about it? I liked every moment of it. The rush I felt when I laid down my own kind of justice on those who I deemed unworthy... The joy that rushed through me as I put my foot down to assert MY authority... it was... euphoric. I began to like it, the very same thing that I grew to despise.”
The big man laughed, his deep chuckle echoing in the empty room.
“I had no direction, no goal... just aimless wandering. Until I met Kazuo-san. Until I became a Renegade. I found new direction. I found new spark. No longer was I just a mindless brute. I rediscovered my calmness, my reason. I began to channel my abilities towards a productive goal...”
Hongo roared with laughter once again.
“Productive? Well, it actually depends on your point of view I guess. Asserting my... OUR superiority over these hypocritical, ignorant fools who inhabit the western world became our goal. Our destiny. Sure, I am no longer the innocent boy I used to be Father. I am no longer the benevolent child I used to be.”
Hongo knelt again, bowing deep for the picture of his father.
“But in this world Father... nobody is Innocent. Nobody. And regardless on how I started out... I am what I am. And I ask myself... Am I alright with it?”
He got up, closing the doors of the shrine, turning his back to it, the last words barely a whisper.
“Yes... Yes I am.”
The Price of Victory(on-cam promo)[/b]
The scene opens in a moonlight-lit room devoid of all furniture. The shadows cast by the moon flicker on the figure of Takeshi Hongo, seated on the floor, leaning against the wall, his head cocked upwards, a smirk on his lips.
“So once I again I find myself in a singles match. Does Sensation-san have problems finding teams suitable of facing the Renegades?”
Hongo chuckles slightly, shaking his head before looking down on the camera, speaking in a low, deep voice.
“Possibly. And I am not surprised by it to the slightest. After all, myself and my nakama Honda Kazuo have carved a path of destruction through the ranks of Ring of Pride. Undefeated at this point. Wouldn’t surprise me one bit even if all the other tag teams where afraid of facing us, begging Sensation-san NOT to book them against us. That would only be natural.”
He runs his fingers over a trio of Kanji embroidered on the chest of his leather jacket, the letters that spell out HaiKyoSha.
“But it is not really relevant as it stands now. I find myself booked against Stu-E Price, a man caught inbetween the battle we had with Ace Andrews, and to his credit he did stay out of it after we had humiliated him in his hometown. But now it seems like it is time for round 2. Whether it is by the decision of Sensation-san to boost ratings, or by the request of Price himself, Hongo Takeshi will be taking on Stu-E Price at Meltdown this coming Sunday.”
He smiles, his dark eyes fixated on the camera as he continues, his voice brimming with intensity.
“Yes, it is the first time in several months that I am taking on someone solo, atleast on paper. Am I fazed by it? Not to the slightest. If you think for a second that I am coming to this match alone you are either delusional, stupid or have the memory of a goldfish. Since day 1, Honda Kazuo and myself have been a unit. We’ve always fought together. Where one goes ,the other isn’t far. And this will be the case at Meltdown too. So yeah Price, in the ring you “only” have me to contend with. But you must keep your focus on the ringside too, since Honda Kazuo shall not hesitate to interfere if he is provided a chance...”
The big man chuckles menacingly, staring out of the window.
“Don’t think myself alone will be easy either though. You might be a former champion in several different organizations, the pride of England and whatnot. But I am the Modern Day Samurai. Trained in the strict manner of Puroresu. I know you have toured Dai Nippon during your career. You should be aware that this sport of ours stands on a completely different pedestal in my homeland. That is reflected in my performance, my potential and most importantly, my ability. Honda might be the more vocal part of HaiKyoSha... the one that most remember for his actions. But I have always been there too. Subtly destroying our opponents. I am the power of the Renegades. I am the unstoppable force to use an old cliche. Everything I do complements the actions of Honda just like everything Honda does complements mine. But I am well capable of performing on my own Price.”
He said this without looking at the camera, his menacing voice putting extra emphasis to these words even without eyecontact.
“I am not a merciful man Price. I am a relentless competitor, I hunger for victory, be it for championships or just for personal glory. I know you are a fierce fighter too... But do you possess the drive to defeat me? Do you have what it takes to overcome centuries of martial tradition mixed into years of training and adapted into a style that only I can wield to maximum effect? I promise you Stu-E, that even when flying solo in the ring, I am a force to be reckoned with. Should you doubt that, you will find yourself face first on the mat quicker than you can finish whatever catchphrase you spout. You are not American Stu-E, but you possess many of the same hated qualities of so many westerners. The sense of untouchability. The illusion of superiority. The blissfull ignorance of a person who has never known anything different. I will be shattering all of those come Meltdown.”
Cracking his fingers as he said that, Hongo gets up, wandering towards the window, his back turned to the camera, his voice sounding almost musing.
“Even now, merely days removed from our meeting, you are yet to let yourself be heard. Are you lacking the material to which base your thoughts upon? Are you afraid I might take your words and twist them in a manner where they’d work against you. Or are you just so cocky that you don’t see the need to talk about our match or myself? Whichever the option is truest, it will come back to bite you, as it has only made you seem weak. Afraid of me. Lazy. All of the above. It will be a pleasure to destroy your presence at Meltdown Stu-E. I will be cherishing every moment of it. As my fist lands on your being, it is metaphorically slapping the entire western world in the face. As I pick you up and drive you to the mat, you can almost hear as the rotten Western world crumbles from it’s sheer force. You are but a symptom of the disease that is gnawing away this world of ours. And I am the cure. We are the Cure. The Renegades are the cure. Ring of Pride is a sinking ship, that is the word going around in the streets. I do not believe it. And even if it is... The Renegades will either carry it up from the ditch it has fallen into... or make sure all of you that have caused this rot that infests this organization... go down with it... In this world of our Stu-E... Nobody is Innocent... NOBODY.”
Almost roaring the last word out, Hongo turns to face the camera again, giving a mocking bow towards it before finishing up.
“I am Hongo Takeshi. The Modern Day Samurai. And at Meltdown, I will end you Stu-E Price. That is the Price of Victory.”
