Post by Next Generation on Feb 24, 2007 18:32:44 GMT -5
Fade in. A figure, dressed in a long, hooded black robe standing in front of a lake. his visage is covered. He speaks.
Figure: (in Japanese) The path of the warrior is littered with both accomplishments and setbacks. One can not win every war - even great masters of war have fallen by the wayside, defeated at their own craft as it develops and evolves right before their eyes. Santiago and I - (removes his hood, revealing himself as Sakai) we fell by the wayside this past week. In a competition where we both gave all we had, all we had was simply not enough to be victorious. We have been swayed from our path towards the Tag Team Championships that the Midnight Cowboys posess - for now, at least. But the light that leads us back onto the path towards glory shines bright. We must once again defeat the Royal Foundation. A pair of men who, last time we met, didn't seem to care much for winning or losing. No, they only wanted to taunt our cultures. They mocked our traditions, and our fighting spirits.
Sakai casts his robe off his back and into the lake. He's wearing only black karate pants. His deep, angry scar is a sign of his past wars. He walks as he speaks, along a small side-path in a heavily wooded area. It's hard to see what lies ahead, and un-welcoming noises are heard, emanting from an unknown place.
Sakai: (in Japanese) But now, things have indeed changed. Prince Darko has won and lost the Television Championship. His attitude has changed, much for the better. And Thomas - though you still may be cocky, and a bit pompous, your desire can not be denied. You seem ready to take the path of the warrior, the same path which I have based my entire life on. You seek revenge for your loss to us. Revenge, Thomas, is not always the best route to take. It is merely about competition. We shall fight you with all the fury of a hurricane - but if we are to lose, no grudges will be held. I won't hunt your shadows in the night, nor bay for your blood by the light of the moon. Oh no, Thomas. Such is not the way of the warrior. Live to conquer yourself - not others. For the greatest foe one can face is the foe within. The voice which hinders, not helps. Without defeating your own self-doubts, of which you seem to have come to grips with, you can defeat no one. And who is the warrior without a war to fight? A lost soul, a wanderer. Worse off than the ronin, some might say. Seek not revenge, Thomas - seek victory.
He stops as he comes to a clearing. There lies a wide-open path - so wide, one can see civilization from miles away.
Sakai: (in Japanese) With that being said...next Tuesday will not be your night, gentlemen. Next Tuesday, Next Generation shall stand up, dust ourselves off, and step back onto the path, the path that leads to the NAPW Tag Team Championships.
Sakai presses his fist into his palm and gives a deep bow before turning and walking along this brand new path.
CUT TO Santiago, standing on a small bridge deep within a forest. Below him flows a river. He is in full ring attire with a red and blue color scheme, wearing red and blue Jushin Liger t-shirt.
Santiago: Este puente es el umbral. En un lado, a mi derecho, miente el pasado. Nuestros iguales en la Acción. Nuestras pérdidas. Perder a la Base Real lanzará nosotros apoyamos al principio, distante del puente y atrás abajo del último recurso. Nosotros no podemos proporcionar eso - no después de que habiendo venido hasta ahora y luchado tan duramente. Los títulos están dentro de nuestro alcance, tan cerca que nosotros casi los podemos tocar.
Santiago leaps up onto the side of the bridge, and looks down into the water before looking back up at the camera.
Santiago: Si nosotros los podemos golpear una vez más, nosotros podemos retroceder una vez más en el puente. Y andaremos por este puente, las cabezas tuvieron alto, y toman quienquiera que los Campeones de Equipo de Etiqueta pueden ser. Pero aún entonces, nosotros no habremos cruzado el umbral - este umbral marcó en la sangre. Sólo cuando levantamos nuestros Campeonatos pueden cruzamos sinceramente. Eso es la marca de nuestro éxito. Nuestra única meta. (sneers) Y la Base Real no nos tendrá de ello.
He backflips back onto the bridge, before walking off to his right - the side where the Royal Foundation awaits - The Tag Team Champions beckon from the other side...
fade out.
Figure: (in Japanese) The path of the warrior is littered with both accomplishments and setbacks. One can not win every war - even great masters of war have fallen by the wayside, defeated at their own craft as it develops and evolves right before their eyes. Santiago and I - (removes his hood, revealing himself as Sakai) we fell by the wayside this past week. In a competition where we both gave all we had, all we had was simply not enough to be victorious. We have been swayed from our path towards the Tag Team Championships that the Midnight Cowboys posess - for now, at least. But the light that leads us back onto the path towards glory shines bright. We must once again defeat the Royal Foundation. A pair of men who, last time we met, didn't seem to care much for winning or losing. No, they only wanted to taunt our cultures. They mocked our traditions, and our fighting spirits.
Sakai casts his robe off his back and into the lake. He's wearing only black karate pants. His deep, angry scar is a sign of his past wars. He walks as he speaks, along a small side-path in a heavily wooded area. It's hard to see what lies ahead, and un-welcoming noises are heard, emanting from an unknown place.
Sakai: (in Japanese) But now, things have indeed changed. Prince Darko has won and lost the Television Championship. His attitude has changed, much for the better. And Thomas - though you still may be cocky, and a bit pompous, your desire can not be denied. You seem ready to take the path of the warrior, the same path which I have based my entire life on. You seek revenge for your loss to us. Revenge, Thomas, is not always the best route to take. It is merely about competition. We shall fight you with all the fury of a hurricane - but if we are to lose, no grudges will be held. I won't hunt your shadows in the night, nor bay for your blood by the light of the moon. Oh no, Thomas. Such is not the way of the warrior. Live to conquer yourself - not others. For the greatest foe one can face is the foe within. The voice which hinders, not helps. Without defeating your own self-doubts, of which you seem to have come to grips with, you can defeat no one. And who is the warrior without a war to fight? A lost soul, a wanderer. Worse off than the ronin, some might say. Seek not revenge, Thomas - seek victory.
He stops as he comes to a clearing. There lies a wide-open path - so wide, one can see civilization from miles away.
Sakai: (in Japanese) With that being said...next Tuesday will not be your night, gentlemen. Next Tuesday, Next Generation shall stand up, dust ourselves off, and step back onto the path, the path that leads to the NAPW Tag Team Championships.
Sakai presses his fist into his palm and gives a deep bow before turning and walking along this brand new path.
CUT TO Santiago, standing on a small bridge deep within a forest. Below him flows a river. He is in full ring attire with a red and blue color scheme, wearing red and blue Jushin Liger t-shirt.
Santiago: Este puente es el umbral. En un lado, a mi derecho, miente el pasado. Nuestros iguales en la Acción. Nuestras pérdidas. Perder a la Base Real lanzará nosotros apoyamos al principio, distante del puente y atrás abajo del último recurso. Nosotros no podemos proporcionar eso - no después de que habiendo venido hasta ahora y luchado tan duramente. Los títulos están dentro de nuestro alcance, tan cerca que nosotros casi los podemos tocar.
Santiago leaps up onto the side of the bridge, and looks down into the water before looking back up at the camera.
Santiago: Si nosotros los podemos golpear una vez más, nosotros podemos retroceder una vez más en el puente. Y andaremos por este puente, las cabezas tuvieron alto, y toman quienquiera que los Campeones de Equipo de Etiqueta pueden ser. Pero aún entonces, nosotros no habremos cruzado el umbral - este umbral marcó en la sangre. Sólo cuando levantamos nuestros Campeonatos pueden cruzamos sinceramente. Eso es la marca de nuestro éxito. Nuestra única meta. (sneers) Y la Base Real no nos tendrá de ello.
He backflips back onto the bridge, before walking off to his right - the side where the Royal Foundation awaits - The Tag Team Champions beckon from the other side...
fade out.