Post by keiji on May 14, 2018 8:05:21 GMT -5
On Camera
Jimbo's Steakhouse - Macon, Georgia
Keiji Sugiwara sits at a lunch counter, a bot of a smirk strewn across his face. It seems to be the peak of business hours, as customers can be seen coming and going in the background. Keiji glances at the camera, and gives a laugh.
Keiji: I think I finally figured it out, this whole Jimbo theory being broken had me questioning a lot. But, I don't think I was wrong. You see, Jimmy Pagan, he's NOT a Jimbo. I thought a lot about it, and while a Jimbo certainly had to be a Jim, or a Jimmy, neither a Jim nor a Jimmy necessarily have to be a Jimbo!
Keiji slams his fist down on the counter excitedly, drawing a lot of odd looks from the patrons at Jimbo's. Keiji spins around in his stool, and just simply says “My bad.”, before turning back to face the camera.
Keiji: Being a Jimbo comes with certain responsibilities. Ones which apparently, Jimmy Pagan does not possess.
A waiter approaches Keiji, and just looks downright disgusted to be seeing him there. He crosses his arms, and slowly begins to shake his head.
Brandon: No Tom today? Awe, all alone.
Brandon says very sarcastically, obviously not caring.
Keiji: Tone
Brandon: I don't have a tone.
Keiji: Yeah, well I do.
Brandon starts to say something, but glances over and sees the cameraman. He looks a bot annoyed by this and glances back at Keiji.
Brandon: Wait, you filming in here. What is this one of them gay reality shows?
Keiji simply smirks, looks Brandon right in the eyes, and leans toward him very slowly.
Keiji: Brandon, how about we go ahead and take this out to the parking lot?
Brandon’s face turns fifty shades of red, his head begins shaking furiously, and he begins to clench his fists tightly. Just when it seems like a fight was about to break out, however, he takes a deep breath and regains his composure.
Brandon: I don't have time to deal with this shit right now.
He says this under his breath, before scoffing, and quickly scurrying away. Keiji then looks directly into the camera and begins laughing his ass off.
Keiji: You really DON’T want to know.
Brandon: (from across the room) Shut it you!
Keiji: Anywho, where was I? Right, Jimbos! And no, I don't mean the restaurant, although yeah, that's where we are now. Not the point, a Jimbo, you see, has a very particular set of skills.
He pauses, he was trying to fight the urge to make a cultural reference. But the urge was way too strong.
Keiji: Skills that make them a menace for people like you. But seriously, look at this man!
Keiji motions towards a picture on the wall, presumably if the restaurant’s namesake. The camera gets in on tight on the picture. Showing a cheerful looking man, manning a grill, he's high fiving a buddy, and a beer rests next to him.
Keiji: Just look at this man, that is a Jimbo if I've ever seen one. He's executing that high five flawlessly, he obviously knows his way around a grill, the beer is optional, doesn't hurt though. My opponent however, definitely NOT Jimbo material. Jimmy, dude, you...I hate to say it, are a basic Jim, a Jimmy at the most. Hell, you've already proven that. Just look at what you did to Austen. A Jimbo would never turn on a bro like that. He'd of stood and fought with his homie, and win, lose, or draw he'd of high fived him after.
A customer can be seen standing up, and approaching Keiji, it appears to be Ian Quarrels. Ian just shakes his head, and taps Keiji on the shoulder.
Keiji: Jesus, someone slipped me something. Because damn, I'm seeing blonde hulk in the flesh!
Ian: Do you listen to half of the things that escape your mouth Keiji? There is no empirical evidence that supports any of what you just said.
Keiji: Dude, the photograph!
Keiji smirks, and motions towards the picture that was nailed to the restaurant wall.
Keiji: And Pagan, total dick, definitely not a Jimbo!
Ian: Keiji, that is circumstantial evidence AT BEST!
Keiji mocks surprise, leaning way back in his seat, trying his best to look terrified.
Keiji: Holy shit man, is that you or the roids talking?
Ian shrugs, and sits next to Keiji. Knowing Keiji was probably trying to get a reaction, he doesn't take much offense at the comment.
Ian: You're something kid, so what you're saying is as follows. Jimmy Pagan, does not qualify as “Jimbo material” because of his heinous attack on Blackwell?
Keiji: He apparently can't cook a steak for shit either, but yep. That about sums it up. I'm telling you man, The Jimbo Theory is legit.
Ian: Jimbo Theory, that sounds decidedly made up. What about the waiter there, pretty sure be could cook a steak.
Keiji: That's Brandon, he's a homophobe, and a bit of a prick. Won't high five, so not a Jimbo.
Brandon: ( from across the room) Hey!
Keiji and Ian together: Shut up Brandon!
Brandon walks angrily over, and practically slams their drinks in front of them.
Keiji: He definitely spit in this...I'm like ninety percent sure.
Ian: But what does any of this have to do with, I don't know, your actual match with Pagan? Why does the supposed Jimbo Theory matter?
Keiji: Oh, it's definitely connected. I don't know how, but it's connected. I mean, think about it, isn't everything in some way or another connected, muscles?
Ian: I tried, you do you Keiji.
Keiji: Oh, I will Ian, trust me.
Ian: What, no wisecrack?
Keiji just gives a cocky smile, and shrugs.
Keiji: Must of slipped, guess I was trying to focus on how to dismantle a basic Jimmy.
Ian: I may have a few ideas, we should talk. May want to stop filming though, not exactly a good move to advertise your plan to the world.
Keiji motions for the cameraman to cut the feed, and shortly after the scene fades to black.
Jimbo's Steakhouse - Macon, Georgia
Keiji Sugiwara sits at a lunch counter, a bot of a smirk strewn across his face. It seems to be the peak of business hours, as customers can be seen coming and going in the background. Keiji glances at the camera, and gives a laugh.
Keiji: I think I finally figured it out, this whole Jimbo theory being broken had me questioning a lot. But, I don't think I was wrong. You see, Jimmy Pagan, he's NOT a Jimbo. I thought a lot about it, and while a Jimbo certainly had to be a Jim, or a Jimmy, neither a Jim nor a Jimmy necessarily have to be a Jimbo!
Keiji slams his fist down on the counter excitedly, drawing a lot of odd looks from the patrons at Jimbo's. Keiji spins around in his stool, and just simply says “My bad.”, before turning back to face the camera.
Keiji: Being a Jimbo comes with certain responsibilities. Ones which apparently, Jimmy Pagan does not possess.
A waiter approaches Keiji, and just looks downright disgusted to be seeing him there. He crosses his arms, and slowly begins to shake his head.
Brandon: No Tom today? Awe, all alone.
Brandon says very sarcastically, obviously not caring.
Keiji: Tone
Brandon: I don't have a tone.
Keiji: Yeah, well I do.
Brandon starts to say something, but glances over and sees the cameraman. He looks a bot annoyed by this and glances back at Keiji.
Brandon: Wait, you filming in here. What is this one of them gay reality shows?
Keiji simply smirks, looks Brandon right in the eyes, and leans toward him very slowly.
Keiji: Brandon, how about we go ahead and take this out to the parking lot?
Brandon’s face turns fifty shades of red, his head begins shaking furiously, and he begins to clench his fists tightly. Just when it seems like a fight was about to break out, however, he takes a deep breath and regains his composure.
Brandon: I don't have time to deal with this shit right now.
He says this under his breath, before scoffing, and quickly scurrying away. Keiji then looks directly into the camera and begins laughing his ass off.
Keiji: You really DON’T want to know.
Brandon: (from across the room) Shut it you!
Keiji: Anywho, where was I? Right, Jimbos! And no, I don't mean the restaurant, although yeah, that's where we are now. Not the point, a Jimbo, you see, has a very particular set of skills.
He pauses, he was trying to fight the urge to make a cultural reference. But the urge was way too strong.
Keiji: Skills that make them a menace for people like you. But seriously, look at this man!
Keiji motions towards a picture on the wall, presumably if the restaurant’s namesake. The camera gets in on tight on the picture. Showing a cheerful looking man, manning a grill, he's high fiving a buddy, and a beer rests next to him.
Keiji: Just look at this man, that is a Jimbo if I've ever seen one. He's executing that high five flawlessly, he obviously knows his way around a grill, the beer is optional, doesn't hurt though. My opponent however, definitely NOT Jimbo material. Jimmy, dude, you...I hate to say it, are a basic Jim, a Jimmy at the most. Hell, you've already proven that. Just look at what you did to Austen. A Jimbo would never turn on a bro like that. He'd of stood and fought with his homie, and win, lose, or draw he'd of high fived him after.
A customer can be seen standing up, and approaching Keiji, it appears to be Ian Quarrels. Ian just shakes his head, and taps Keiji on the shoulder.
Keiji: Jesus, someone slipped me something. Because damn, I'm seeing blonde hulk in the flesh!
Ian: Do you listen to half of the things that escape your mouth Keiji? There is no empirical evidence that supports any of what you just said.
Keiji: Dude, the photograph!
Keiji smirks, and motions towards the picture that was nailed to the restaurant wall.
Keiji: And Pagan, total dick, definitely not a Jimbo!
Ian: Keiji, that is circumstantial evidence AT BEST!
Keiji mocks surprise, leaning way back in his seat, trying his best to look terrified.
Keiji: Holy shit man, is that you or the roids talking?
Ian shrugs, and sits next to Keiji. Knowing Keiji was probably trying to get a reaction, he doesn't take much offense at the comment.
Ian: You're something kid, so what you're saying is as follows. Jimmy Pagan, does not qualify as “Jimbo material” because of his heinous attack on Blackwell?
Keiji: He apparently can't cook a steak for shit either, but yep. That about sums it up. I'm telling you man, The Jimbo Theory is legit.
Ian: Jimbo Theory, that sounds decidedly made up. What about the waiter there, pretty sure be could cook a steak.
Keiji: That's Brandon, he's a homophobe, and a bit of a prick. Won't high five, so not a Jimbo.
Brandon: ( from across the room) Hey!
Keiji and Ian together: Shut up Brandon!
Brandon walks angrily over, and practically slams their drinks in front of them.
Keiji: He definitely spit in this...I'm like ninety percent sure.
Ian: But what does any of this have to do with, I don't know, your actual match with Pagan? Why does the supposed Jimbo Theory matter?
Keiji: Oh, it's definitely connected. I don't know how, but it's connected. I mean, think about it, isn't everything in some way or another connected, muscles?
Ian: I tried, you do you Keiji.
Keiji: Oh, I will Ian, trust me.
Ian: What, no wisecrack?
Keiji just gives a cocky smile, and shrugs.
Keiji: Must of slipped, guess I was trying to focus on how to dismantle a basic Jimmy.
Ian: I may have a few ideas, we should talk. May want to stop filming though, not exactly a good move to advertise your plan to the world.
Keiji motions for the cameraman to cut the feed, and shortly after the scene fades to black.