Post by Tatsu Kobashi Okimoto on Sept 11, 2013 21:03:56 GMT -4
Robina Hood
“Make no mistake, the woman has talent. She wound up as the North American Champion, and with Meltdown as tough as it was, that's not an easy thing to do. Still, she's been hit with a problem that's undone dozens of my opponents over the years, which is an enhanced sense of her own self-worth."
Since winning the North American title, she hasn't proven her worth to this company a single cent. Jobbing matches to Guv'nor and A.C. Smith as their punching bags to warm them up for bigger opponents and bigger title fights, while she sticks like gum to the bottom of the barrell with the rest of the bottom-feeders and cesspool of APW that has yet to be able to even 'hack it'.
Robina, the problem with you is quite obvious-matter of fact it even relates to the myth of "Robin Hood" himself who you so boldly stole your gimmick from, much like you've stolen everything else. You steal from the rich... but you don't give to the poor, no you Robina are too selfish and too self-absorbed for something as generous and caring as giving to others. You steal from those with money, the millions of fans who pour their hard-earned money from their jobs and their families and come to these live events. You steal the money right from their pockets and you show them a fraud, a phoney that pretends to be greater than what you actually are. You steal from our President who invests in the multiples of millions every year, while he invests that time and money into your paycheck... only to come out with nothing. Now don't get me wrong "sister"-you've got some damn good potential, but just because you won a strap "once upon a time" and beat a Main-Eventer here and there doesn't make you the Sheriff of Nottingham. I mean- APW... sorry, it's a habit. It would actually make you the Sheriff of Nothing, because when people speak of your name that's all that comes to mind-nothing. You've certainly done nothing worthy of being mentioned as of late which further supports the fact you're just as I stated. Robina those are just facts of life you need to come to terms with, you're just another face in the crowd, a name on paper to fill in the space, but a name nevertheless. When people will begin to understand who I am, what I can do and what I am capable of, so too will they see I am no ordinary man.
Fitting isnt it though Robina, I'm going to take your acts and delusions of grandeur and your impulsive behavior and give back to these dedicated fans. I'm going to give these people a show come Overdrive when I beat you in the middle of that ring and show them who the real new rising star truly is. Because I look at you and I see a woman full of scorn and full of angst, angst created from those whom you've spent endless months spitting in the faces of just to squeeze you're way into the top. I see a woman who talks a big game but falls short in the end every time, and where has that gotten you? Bookings in matches against rookies debuting in their first match? I have to admit, if I were you-I'd be hating myself too...
Friday night on Overdrive is going to mark the beginning of change in APW Robina, and this isn't going to be your typical squash match against some up-and-comer like myself to boost your already inflated ego. I'm going to bring change to APW, where culture meets entertainment, where Japanese wrestling meets American wrestling, and where East meets West. This change Robina-will be the start of a new beginning. So any wise-cracking ideas about my hertiage, about my looks or the way of my people, will only win you a swift Shogun kick right to that pretty little face of yours. So when you decide to crawl out of your little shell and open up that big mouth of yours, just keep in mind the consequences that should wait should you do something so unwise.
Chapter One:"The birth of a Warrior"A young Tatsu, breathing hard, stands over another young boy that he has just defeated in a fight. Both are sweaty, dirty, scarred. The other children are lined up in perfect rows, watching silently. Most are boys, but a few are girls. One of them is focused solely on Tatsu, lithe and supple, a child's eyes haunted by an adult's sorrows and knowledge. A elder man appearing to be the Sensai, circles Tatsu as he regards his fallen opponent before helping the beaten boy to his feet. The young boy staggers just before Tatsu helps the boy remain still, while the boy with a beaten face and an eye swollen shut appears surprised. Without hesitation the boy quickly bows respectfully as does Tatsu, before turning to the pleased but silent Sensai.Sensai Master Chen: "On the street. Fighting to survive, fighting for your family... You should have done as most children do, and gone quietly from this world, to the next. But, instead you fought. As you did here today. You fought. And you won. I am proud of you, Tatsuson. You honor us all..." The elder speaks in the native Japanese tongue, overlooking his room full of students.Tatsu who remains still at attention appears covered in bruises and scars at a young age, which speak only volumes of his fight for survival throughout his childhood. A sense of pride and exhaustion remains still upon his sweat-covered and dirty face, as he turns to his Sensai Master Chen as both Tatsu and his Sensai bow to one another.Sensai Master Chen: "Scars are the calligraphy of violence, Tatsu. They inscribe the story of one's life", the wise Master explains, holding his wooden staff pointed at the scars along Tatsu's body.Sensai Master Chen carrying his wooden staff passes Tatsu, who is now years later in his life and much older and wiser. Sensai Master Chen has now aged as well and slowly strokes his long, grey beard before nodding to Tatsu with approval.Sensai Master Chen: "You survived because you are different. You are special. That is why you are here. That is why the Great Current, which flows beneath all life, carried you to me like your father before you." The Master speaks full of pride and praise as he flashes a very small and very brief smile to Tatsu who bows in return.
“Make no mistake, the woman has talent. She wound up as the North American Champion, and with Meltdown as tough as it was, that's not an easy thing to do. Still, she's been hit with a problem that's undone dozens of my opponents over the years, which is an enhanced sense of her own self-worth."
Since winning the North American title, she hasn't proven her worth to this company a single cent. Jobbing matches to Guv'nor and A.C. Smith as their punching bags to warm them up for bigger opponents and bigger title fights, while she sticks like gum to the bottom of the barrell with the rest of the bottom-feeders and cesspool of APW that has yet to be able to even 'hack it'.
Robina, the problem with you is quite obvious-matter of fact it even relates to the myth of "Robin Hood" himself who you so boldly stole your gimmick from, much like you've stolen everything else. You steal from the rich... but you don't give to the poor, no you Robina are too selfish and too self-absorbed for something as generous and caring as giving to others. You steal from those with money, the millions of fans who pour their hard-earned money from their jobs and their families and come to these live events. You steal the money right from their pockets and you show them a fraud, a phoney that pretends to be greater than what you actually are. You steal from our President who invests in the multiples of millions every year, while he invests that time and money into your paycheck... only to come out with nothing. Now don't get me wrong "sister"-you've got some damn good potential, but just because you won a strap "once upon a time" and beat a Main-Eventer here and there doesn't make you the Sheriff of Nottingham. I mean- APW... sorry, it's a habit. It would actually make you the Sheriff of Nothing, because when people speak of your name that's all that comes to mind-nothing. You've certainly done nothing worthy of being mentioned as of late which further supports the fact you're just as I stated. Robina those are just facts of life you need to come to terms with, you're just another face in the crowd, a name on paper to fill in the space, but a name nevertheless. When people will begin to understand who I am, what I can do and what I am capable of, so too will they see I am no ordinary man.
Fitting isnt it though Robina, I'm going to take your acts and delusions of grandeur and your impulsive behavior and give back to these dedicated fans. I'm going to give these people a show come Overdrive when I beat you in the middle of that ring and show them who the real new rising star truly is. Because I look at you and I see a woman full of scorn and full of angst, angst created from those whom you've spent endless months spitting in the faces of just to squeeze you're way into the top. I see a woman who talks a big game but falls short in the end every time, and where has that gotten you? Bookings in matches against rookies debuting in their first match? I have to admit, if I were you-I'd be hating myself too...
Friday night on Overdrive is going to mark the beginning of change in APW Robina, and this isn't going to be your typical squash match against some up-and-comer like myself to boost your already inflated ego. I'm going to bring change to APW, where culture meets entertainment, where Japanese wrestling meets American wrestling, and where East meets West. This change Robina-will be the start of a new beginning. So any wise-cracking ideas about my hertiage, about my looks or the way of my people, will only win you a swift Shogun kick right to that pretty little face of yours. So when you decide to crawl out of your little shell and open up that big mouth of yours, just keep in mind the consequences that should wait should you do something so unwise.
Chapter One:"The birth of a Warrior"A young Tatsu, breathing hard, stands over another young boy that he has just defeated in a fight. Both are sweaty, dirty, scarred. The other children are lined up in perfect rows, watching silently. Most are boys, but a few are girls. One of them is focused solely on Tatsu, lithe and supple, a child's eyes haunted by an adult's sorrows and knowledge. A elder man appearing to be the Sensai, circles Tatsu as he regards his fallen opponent before helping the beaten boy to his feet. The young boy staggers just before Tatsu helps the boy remain still, while the boy with a beaten face and an eye swollen shut appears surprised. Without hesitation the boy quickly bows respectfully as does Tatsu, before turning to the pleased but silent Sensai.Sensai Master Chen: "On the street. Fighting to survive, fighting for your family... You should have done as most children do, and gone quietly from this world, to the next. But, instead you fought. As you did here today. You fought. And you won. I am proud of you, Tatsuson. You honor us all..." The elder speaks in the native Japanese tongue, overlooking his room full of students.Tatsu who remains still at attention appears covered in bruises and scars at a young age, which speak only volumes of his fight for survival throughout his childhood. A sense of pride and exhaustion remains still upon his sweat-covered and dirty face, as he turns to his Sensai Master Chen as both Tatsu and his Sensai bow to one another.Sensai Master Chen: "Scars are the calligraphy of violence, Tatsu. They inscribe the story of one's life", the wise Master explains, holding his wooden staff pointed at the scars along Tatsu's body.Sensai Master Chen carrying his wooden staff passes Tatsu, who is now years later in his life and much older and wiser. Sensai Master Chen has now aged as well and slowly strokes his long, grey beard before nodding to Tatsu with approval.Sensai Master Chen: "You survived because you are different. You are special. That is why you are here. That is why the Great Current, which flows beneath all life, carried you to me like your father before you." The Master speaks full of pride and praise as he flashes a very small and very brief smile to Tatsu who bows in return.
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Mid-day traffic, tourists strolling down wide avenues past war monuments and street art. Its a pattern, like currents of the ocean. Close on a mound of bank records; rivers of numbers cascading neatly down perforated spread sheets. A young, middle-aged woman sits at a desk reviewing paperwork and researching over folders along her table. Sipping a small Diet Pepsi can in her free hand as her eyes continue to scroll through words and numbers endlessly, she maintains her focus. Mariko Kazama, a fresh detective in the Kyoto Police Department Unit in Japan, one of the most professional as well as one of the most dedicated.Mariko Kazama: "Some people see money as the root of all evil, but to me it looks like a fingerprint. Whether we're talking about 19th century Korea, or 21st century Iraq, the game is the same. If you want to understand why certain things are happening, you have to understand the flow of money. You have to understand how the real world works with real people in it..." She explains in Japanese, looking to the man across from her.A man in a navy blue suit and black tie with mid-length jet black hair slicked back, dark tan skin, and a stubble beard smiles. Japanese detective or businessman of some sort by the looks of his posture, sits across from her reclined in a desk chair.Mr. Lee Zagato: "Hai. You're excited, Mariko. You know I get nervous when you're excited."He would never admit it, but he enjoys watching her work, almost as much as he likes poking her about it. The man brushes the palm of his hand along his stubble cheek, studying Mariko's hard work as he sits patiently.Mariko Kazama: "Do you remember the Kyoto incident?", Mariko questions as she builds with excitement.Mr. Lee Zagato: "Korean queen, late eighteen-hundred's. According to you, she was off'd by one of these ninja clans." The man explains while not as excited about explaining the details of the incident.Mariko Kazama: "He's called "The White Wolf". I think. I've been going through some of the original transcripts of the trial of Kunitomo Shigeaki. The prosecutor questioned him about a payment of 100 pounds of gold. Shigeaki answered that he didn't know what the prosecutor was talking about. The question was never brought up again. But what pinged for me was the amount- the exact same amount rumored to be paid to the Yakuza Clan for the assassination of Lord Sanda."Mr. Lee Zagato perks an eyebrow.Mr. Lee Zagato: "So you start to wonder, in this ever changing world, if the cost of a man's life has remained constant." He responds at first hesitant, before leaning back in the chair in thought.Mariko Kazama: "Exactly. I figure these clans are like a thousand years old. They probably don't change a lot", She begins flipping through huge reams of bank records.Mariko Kazama: "I started looking at international wire transfers, targeting banks in the regions of several high- profile assassinations and bingo-", The proverbial needle in a haystack; a single wire transfer circled in red. As she holds up the paperwork, revealing the connection between gang attacks and some relation to a myth of "ninja".Mr. Lee Zagato: "Hmm...", the fellow Detective questions her logic as he tilts his head.Mariko Kazama: "Minister Zhang. The day before the assassination $1,555,999.90 was transferred from the National bank of Tokyo. The exact market value of one hundred pounds of gold."Mr. Lee Zagato: "Highly circumstantial."Mariko Kazama: "Or some kind of set up." She replies quickly as she holds up a photo taken from a building security camera, studying it as the photo shows a man in a black and white hooded zip-up sweater, a man of Japanese descent. Tatsu Kobashi-Okimoto...Mariko Kazama: "Who are you..." she mutters softly to herself... ----------------- Overdrive Promo ----------------
Candles lit up all around the New Japan Wrestling Dojo illuminating the squared circle of a wrestling ring positioned in the center of the room. One man destined to debut on Friday night Overdrive and defeat as well as decimate his opponent to bring pride and honor to his family and country kneels in the center of the ring, shirtless and sporting black baggy GI pants of some sort. The palms of his hands resting firmly against his thighs as he inhales carefully just seconds before exhaling softly in meditation in preparation for his in-ring debut.Having spent endless hours in the Dojo training mind and body to his best ability to showcase his talents and in-ring prowress to the APW wrestling world. As the camera centers in one his face, while the golden glow of candles from above the ring reflect on his figure. Tatsu's eyes open and focus on the camera.Tatsu: "
