Post by keiji on Jul 8, 2018 2:25:42 GMT -5
On camera
Outside of Hotel. Macon, Georgia
Kenji Sugiwara paces back and forth, a look of general concern clearly visible on his face. He stops every once in a while to check his watch, but continues to pace after.
Keiji: くそったクマ! (Damn bear!)
He didn't even realize he was speaking Japanese, it had a tendency to just happen when he was feeling frustrated. Keiji finally notices the camera, stops, and takes a deep breath, before cracking a grin.
Keiji: Hey folks, had planned on a bit of an exhibition today. Had a bear lined up to wrestle, title match coming up and all that. Although...it did not work in my favor last time, but it's still like a tradition. Donovan Bach may not be a bear, may not even be bear like. BUT, I figure he does share one common factor with our caniform friend. He's not going to stop coming at me, not til I go down, or he does.
Keiji smirks, and shakes his head, before cocking an eyebrow and glancing into the camera slyly.
Keiji: You know what I meant. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to this, after that Pagan incident, I need a respectable opponent. Now, I know this is a title fight, and I'm going to go all out for it. That having been said, this isn't about the belt for me. Added bonus, sure, but no. I need a worthy opponent, and that gold you wear around your waist definitely marks you as such. I won't sit here and get all cocky Basch. I'm not going to say I'll beat you, I wont say your title will be mine. I respect you far too much for that Donovan.
Keiji puts his hand on his chin, and rubs lightly, as if thinking about something. Quite possibly trying to find the right words, or maybe thinking about what kind of milkshake he wants after this was all said and done. He starts to say something, but simply shakes his head, and cuts himself off. The Last Emperor snaps, and seems to be right back into the right mindset.
Keiji: What was I saying? Oh! Right, the match. I won't say any of those things Donovan, I could say it, but I'm sure it's something you've heard countless times. And after each time, you go out there, and show them why that was a bad idea. Instead, here is what I will say, big guy. You and I, we are going to go out, and put on a match that we can both look back on and be proud of. Win, lose, or draw. I'm not going to employ dirty tricks, I'm not going to manipulate any rules, no. It's going to be like Thunderdome my friend, two men enter, one man leaves. Granted, that meaning takes on a whole other meaning in this instance. Neither of us is going to die, but believe me, it's going to be a battle nonetheless. I want a match, in which I can look the other man in the eye after, and proudly shake his hand. We may not be close, sure we've had a few interactions, albeit brief. But, that doesn't mean I haven't been watching, studying, getting to know your body of work.
A pickup pulls up behind Keiji, a small trailer in tow. A large man with a cutoff denim jacket gets out and claps a paw in Keiji’s shoulder.
Buford: Hey man.
Keiji looks a bit startled, and slowly moves his head to the side, locking eyes with the stranger.
Keiji: Little busy at the moment, can I help you?
Buford: You call about the bear fella? Sorry I'm late, was gettin’ a bit on the hungry side. Pulled off to that there steak place, good food, terrible service though.
This gets a bit of a chuckle out of Keiji, who simply pats the man on the back.
Keiji: Let me guess, Jimbo’s?
Burford: Yup, that'd be the place son.
Keiji: (under his breath) Fuckin Brandon man, jesus.
Buford leans in a little, trying to hear what Keiji was saying. He seems more than a little confused.
Buford: Man, who the heck you talkin to? Is it that fella with the camera, me, yourself?
Keiji: Huh? Oh, no, just a random thought. Just ignore it. Please tell me you brought the bear though.
Buford: Shit yeah I did.
Buford walks to the back of the trailer, opens it up, and leads a bear cub on a leash towards Keiji. Keiji can do nothing but stare blankly at this tiny thing.
Keiji: That's Bone Crusher the Grizzly? Dude, that's not the bear I wanted.
Buford: Yes sir, that's your guy. Where the kiddos at anyhow, figured this was some kinda birthday gig.
Keiji: Yeah, I'm not fighting that thing. He's so... adorable.
Buford: Son, you need me to call someone? Why you wanna fight a bear for?
Keiji just laughs, and rubs the bears for a little. He turns his attention back to Buford, and shrugs.
Keiji: Tradition, don't ask. Anyway, you two are here, and I paid for like two hours, may as well come on up. No party, but we got cold beer, and an ass load of DVDs.
Buford grins, and shakes his head in disbelief. This was not a situation for which he was prepared.
Buford: Ok, then. Odd, but I ain't the type to turn down free beer when offered. Say, ya'll got that Space Jam movie up there.
Keiji stops in his tracks, a goofy grin stretched across his face. He looks over his shoulder, and then motions towards his and Tone’s room.
Keiji: Is that a trick question? Of course we do, it's only the single greatest movie ever made!
Buford laughs, not realizing Keiji was being one hundred percent serious in this statement.
Buford: It's a good one, love me some looney tunes, add in Michael Jordan and them funny monster fellas. It's pretty good.
Keiji starts to argue, but stops himself. He realized that it would only hinder his chance to watch Space Jam, potentially with a bear. He simply walks towards the room, and hoped Tone was ready for what shenanigans awaited.
Outside of Hotel. Macon, Georgia
Kenji Sugiwara paces back and forth, a look of general concern clearly visible on his face. He stops every once in a while to check his watch, but continues to pace after.
Keiji: くそったクマ! (Damn bear!)
He didn't even realize he was speaking Japanese, it had a tendency to just happen when he was feeling frustrated. Keiji finally notices the camera, stops, and takes a deep breath, before cracking a grin.
Keiji: Hey folks, had planned on a bit of an exhibition today. Had a bear lined up to wrestle, title match coming up and all that. Although...it did not work in my favor last time, but it's still like a tradition. Donovan Bach may not be a bear, may not even be bear like. BUT, I figure he does share one common factor with our caniform friend. He's not going to stop coming at me, not til I go down, or he does.
Keiji smirks, and shakes his head, before cocking an eyebrow and glancing into the camera slyly.
Keiji: You know what I meant. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to this, after that Pagan incident, I need a respectable opponent. Now, I know this is a title fight, and I'm going to go all out for it. That having been said, this isn't about the belt for me. Added bonus, sure, but no. I need a worthy opponent, and that gold you wear around your waist definitely marks you as such. I won't sit here and get all cocky Basch. I'm not going to say I'll beat you, I wont say your title will be mine. I respect you far too much for that Donovan.
Keiji puts his hand on his chin, and rubs lightly, as if thinking about something. Quite possibly trying to find the right words, or maybe thinking about what kind of milkshake he wants after this was all said and done. He starts to say something, but simply shakes his head, and cuts himself off. The Last Emperor snaps, and seems to be right back into the right mindset.
Keiji: What was I saying? Oh! Right, the match. I won't say any of those things Donovan, I could say it, but I'm sure it's something you've heard countless times. And after each time, you go out there, and show them why that was a bad idea. Instead, here is what I will say, big guy. You and I, we are going to go out, and put on a match that we can both look back on and be proud of. Win, lose, or draw. I'm not going to employ dirty tricks, I'm not going to manipulate any rules, no. It's going to be like Thunderdome my friend, two men enter, one man leaves. Granted, that meaning takes on a whole other meaning in this instance. Neither of us is going to die, but believe me, it's going to be a battle nonetheless. I want a match, in which I can look the other man in the eye after, and proudly shake his hand. We may not be close, sure we've had a few interactions, albeit brief. But, that doesn't mean I haven't been watching, studying, getting to know your body of work.
A pickup pulls up behind Keiji, a small trailer in tow. A large man with a cutoff denim jacket gets out and claps a paw in Keiji’s shoulder.
Buford: Hey man.
Keiji looks a bit startled, and slowly moves his head to the side, locking eyes with the stranger.
Keiji: Little busy at the moment, can I help you?
Buford: You call about the bear fella? Sorry I'm late, was gettin’ a bit on the hungry side. Pulled off to that there steak place, good food, terrible service though.
This gets a bit of a chuckle out of Keiji, who simply pats the man on the back.
Keiji: Let me guess, Jimbo’s?
Burford: Yup, that'd be the place son.
Keiji: (under his breath) Fuckin Brandon man, jesus.
Buford leans in a little, trying to hear what Keiji was saying. He seems more than a little confused.
Buford: Man, who the heck you talkin to? Is it that fella with the camera, me, yourself?
Keiji: Huh? Oh, no, just a random thought. Just ignore it. Please tell me you brought the bear though.
Buford: Shit yeah I did.
Buford walks to the back of the trailer, opens it up, and leads a bear cub on a leash towards Keiji. Keiji can do nothing but stare blankly at this tiny thing.
Keiji: That's Bone Crusher the Grizzly? Dude, that's not the bear I wanted.
Buford: Yes sir, that's your guy. Where the kiddos at anyhow, figured this was some kinda birthday gig.
Keiji: Yeah, I'm not fighting that thing. He's so... adorable.
Buford: Son, you need me to call someone? Why you wanna fight a bear for?
Keiji just laughs, and rubs the bears for a little. He turns his attention back to Buford, and shrugs.
Keiji: Tradition, don't ask. Anyway, you two are here, and I paid for like two hours, may as well come on up. No party, but we got cold beer, and an ass load of DVDs.
Buford grins, and shakes his head in disbelief. This was not a situation for which he was prepared.
Buford: Ok, then. Odd, but I ain't the type to turn down free beer when offered. Say, ya'll got that Space Jam movie up there.
Keiji stops in his tracks, a goofy grin stretched across his face. He looks over his shoulder, and then motions towards his and Tone’s room.
Keiji: Is that a trick question? Of course we do, it's only the single greatest movie ever made!
Buford laughs, not realizing Keiji was being one hundred percent serious in this statement.
Buford: It's a good one, love me some looney tunes, add in Michael Jordan and them funny monster fellas. It's pretty good.
Keiji starts to argue, but stops himself. He realized that it would only hinder his chance to watch Space Jam, potentially with a bear. He simply walks towards the room, and hoped Tone was ready for what shenanigans awaited.