Post by Takeshi Tanahashi on Apr 17, 2007 23:06:13 GMT -6
The mighty roar of a departing plane echoes through the airport, waking up babies and people waiting silently for the sound on the PA announcing their planes arrival. Outside the window is a city that never sleeps and the future of one man’s career. He is a foreigner looking to sit on the throne of the wrestling business. Having spent many years as a child in a deep depression, he soon learned the secrets of his Yakuza father. But he sees the past as the past
That being the past, he has moved on to bigger and more meaningful things. He has come to the great country of America to become one of the world’s most positively and sometimes negatively recognized wrestlers. Only a Purofesshonaru Resuringu, or Puroresu, mark would recognized that he has held almost every major title in Japan. The gate door opens and a few Japanese tourists and American businessmen from first class walk out. Soon the flashes of photography start to fade over and over as a group of Japanese tourists surround a man wearing a red mask and a nice tan suit. He just continues to walk without signing any autographs or posing for a picture. The Japanese high flying technician, Takeshi Tanahashi, was receiving massive jet lag. It was not the best time to f**k with him. As the crowd begins to disintegrate, Tanahashi finally sets his eyes on his ride to Pennsylvania.
Straight ahead of Takeshi, is a woman wearing an "I Love Japanese People" tank top and a pair of jeans. Takeshi walks towards her with his bag hanging over his shoulder. They meet eyes and she puts her hands behind her back.
Takeshi: Well if it isn't the Shooting Star Princess, Judith Orestes.
Judith: Hey Jackie Chan.
Takeshi turns red and frowns at the racial remark.
Judith: How is Godzilla treating you.
Takeshi: ....
Judith: How do you like the new camera.
Judith raises a video camera to her eye and starts to film Takeshi.
Takeshi: You have taken a liking in film I see.
Judith: Yeah. You have worked on your English since the last time we encountered.
Takeshi: Many gaijins have assisted me with the English language.
Judith: Good. Let's go get your bags.
Judith and Takeshi begin to walk down the terminal of the airport.
Takeshi: Any details on my first match in America?
Judith: Yeah the website says that you will be fighting DC Zane. Not much is known about the guy except the fact that he has many advantages considering his size.
Takeshi: Gaijin?
Judith: Listen pal, your in America now. Referring to any American as a gaijin does not work here.
Takeshi: A gaijin is a gaijin and that can't change. f**king Americans.
Judith rolls her eyes and she stands with Takeshi as he waits for his luggage. He mistakes someone else's bags for his but Judith is quick to correct him. Takeshi picks up his correct bags and they begin to walk to the south curb to get on a bus to the parking lot.
Takeshi: How did you get past the security? I thought since nine-eleven, people aren't allowed to get pass the security without a pass.
Judith: I told them that you were a foreigner and you didn't know how to speak English and would most likely get lost. Close enough to the truth.
Takeshi: Didn't you say we needed to get on the Gecko bus?
Judith: Yeah.
The doors creak open and Takeshi and Judith step onto the bus and take a seat in the back. They wait a few minutes and no one else gets on. The driver rotates the lever and the doors creak close. Judith pulls out her camera and starts to film Takeshi again.
Driver: You guys ain't gonna film a porno on mah bus are yah?
Takeshi looks at the driver and the driver stares back into the dark eyes of Takeshi. The driver turns away and looks at the future road.
Judith: How about your first promo in America. We could always get it on the POW website. It could help with your "dominance of wrestling."
Takeshi: Alright, tell me when your ready.
Judith: One second, let me get a good camera angle. Shoot.
Takeshi: As I walked through the gates of America, I was welcomed by Japanese tourists. It's funny how they saw a good wrestler when they see one. Not one single American looked my way. They probably say to themselves, like America needs another Jap. The truth is, America needs a fighter. I am already famous in Japan. They know my name and they know what I am capable of doing. I have fought in every kind of battle there is. Emotional and physical. I have done more things in 12 years anyone in America has in a whole lifetime.
Judith: Hey!
Takeshi: Excluding Judith. As it turns out, I am facing a fighter named DC Zane in my first American match. I plan to prove to everyone that I am a worthy fighter and that I can wrestle just as good, if not better than any American. I will become the biggest star in America and I will be the first Japanese wrestling success story. And I will crack the skull of anyone I go toe to toe with and I will make sure they may never wrestle again.
Takeshi looks away form the camera for a brief second and then he slowly turns his head back. It is almost like a substitute for a dramatic pause.
Takeshi: In my many years of wrestling, I devoted a few years to wrestling in Japanese deathmatches. In America, they are called garbage matches. In Japan, its called war. American's do not appreciate the kind of fighting that I do. They want to see blood, guts, and aerial assault. They practically cream themselves when someone lands on there head or does twelve flips to the outside of the ring. But if I am having a technical bout with my opponent, it is called boring. Now before I go on, I do not have anything against Americans. I dislike how they devalue the art of fighting....
Driver: Is this your stop?
Judith takes her eyes off the camera and looks around.
Judith: Yeah. Let's go Takeshi.
Takeshi grabs his bags and takes step by step to walk down the stairs to the street gravel. The bus drives away leaving a nasty oil smell in Takeshi's nostrils. Judith opens the truck of her car and Takeshi plops his bags inside. Takeshi heads to the driver's side of the car and see's the staring wheel.
Takeshi: Are their two steering wheels in American cars?
Judith: Wrong side numb nuts.
Takeshi: Oh.
Takeshi slides into his sit and Judith starts up the car. The long two hour ride to Elizabeth, Pennsylvania has only just begun for Rated K, the new kind of tag team. A team of two fierce warriors looking at the same goal in their careers. A team in which America has never come face to face to. A team that is ready for any kind of battle that they may have to endure in their POW career. The team of Takeshi Tanahashi and Judith Orestes will forever be known as...... Rated K.
That being the past, he has moved on to bigger and more meaningful things. He has come to the great country of America to become one of the world’s most positively and sometimes negatively recognized wrestlers. Only a Purofesshonaru Resuringu, or Puroresu, mark would recognized that he has held almost every major title in Japan. The gate door opens and a few Japanese tourists and American businessmen from first class walk out. Soon the flashes of photography start to fade over and over as a group of Japanese tourists surround a man wearing a red mask and a nice tan suit. He just continues to walk without signing any autographs or posing for a picture. The Japanese high flying technician, Takeshi Tanahashi, was receiving massive jet lag. It was not the best time to f**k with him. As the crowd begins to disintegrate, Tanahashi finally sets his eyes on his ride to Pennsylvania.
Straight ahead of Takeshi, is a woman wearing an "I Love Japanese People" tank top and a pair of jeans. Takeshi walks towards her with his bag hanging over his shoulder. They meet eyes and she puts her hands behind her back.
Takeshi: Well if it isn't the Shooting Star Princess, Judith Orestes.
Judith: Hey Jackie Chan.
Takeshi turns red and frowns at the racial remark.
Judith: How is Godzilla treating you.
Takeshi: ....
Judith: How do you like the new camera.
Judith raises a video camera to her eye and starts to film Takeshi.
Takeshi: You have taken a liking in film I see.
Judith: Yeah. You have worked on your English since the last time we encountered.
Takeshi: Many gaijins have assisted me with the English language.
Judith: Good. Let's go get your bags.
Judith and Takeshi begin to walk down the terminal of the airport.
Takeshi: Any details on my first match in America?
Judith: Yeah the website says that you will be fighting DC Zane. Not much is known about the guy except the fact that he has many advantages considering his size.
Takeshi: Gaijin?
Judith: Listen pal, your in America now. Referring to any American as a gaijin does not work here.
Takeshi: A gaijin is a gaijin and that can't change. f**king Americans.
Judith rolls her eyes and she stands with Takeshi as he waits for his luggage. He mistakes someone else's bags for his but Judith is quick to correct him. Takeshi picks up his correct bags and they begin to walk to the south curb to get on a bus to the parking lot.
Takeshi: How did you get past the security? I thought since nine-eleven, people aren't allowed to get pass the security without a pass.
Judith: I told them that you were a foreigner and you didn't know how to speak English and would most likely get lost. Close enough to the truth.
Takeshi: Didn't you say we needed to get on the Gecko bus?
Judith: Yeah.
The doors creak open and Takeshi and Judith step onto the bus and take a seat in the back. They wait a few minutes and no one else gets on. The driver rotates the lever and the doors creak close. Judith pulls out her camera and starts to film Takeshi again.
Driver: You guys ain't gonna film a porno on mah bus are yah?
Takeshi looks at the driver and the driver stares back into the dark eyes of Takeshi. The driver turns away and looks at the future road.
Judith: How about your first promo in America. We could always get it on the POW website. It could help with your "dominance of wrestling."
Takeshi: Alright, tell me when your ready.
Judith: One second, let me get a good camera angle. Shoot.
Takeshi: As I walked through the gates of America, I was welcomed by Japanese tourists. It's funny how they saw a good wrestler when they see one. Not one single American looked my way. They probably say to themselves, like America needs another Jap. The truth is, America needs a fighter. I am already famous in Japan. They know my name and they know what I am capable of doing. I have fought in every kind of battle there is. Emotional and physical. I have done more things in 12 years anyone in America has in a whole lifetime.
Judith: Hey!
Takeshi: Excluding Judith. As it turns out, I am facing a fighter named DC Zane in my first American match. I plan to prove to everyone that I am a worthy fighter and that I can wrestle just as good, if not better than any American. I will become the biggest star in America and I will be the first Japanese wrestling success story. And I will crack the skull of anyone I go toe to toe with and I will make sure they may never wrestle again.
Takeshi looks away form the camera for a brief second and then he slowly turns his head back. It is almost like a substitute for a dramatic pause.
Takeshi: In my many years of wrestling, I devoted a few years to wrestling in Japanese deathmatches. In America, they are called garbage matches. In Japan, its called war. American's do not appreciate the kind of fighting that I do. They want to see blood, guts, and aerial assault. They practically cream themselves when someone lands on there head or does twelve flips to the outside of the ring. But if I am having a technical bout with my opponent, it is called boring. Now before I go on, I do not have anything against Americans. I dislike how they devalue the art of fighting....
Driver: Is this your stop?
Judith takes her eyes off the camera and looks around.
Judith: Yeah. Let's go Takeshi.
Takeshi grabs his bags and takes step by step to walk down the stairs to the street gravel. The bus drives away leaving a nasty oil smell in Takeshi's nostrils. Judith opens the truck of her car and Takeshi plops his bags inside. Takeshi heads to the driver's side of the car and see's the staring wheel.
Takeshi: Are their two steering wheels in American cars?
Judith: Wrong side numb nuts.
Takeshi: Oh.
Takeshi slides into his sit and Judith starts up the car. The long two hour ride to Elizabeth, Pennsylvania has only just begun for Rated K, the new kind of tag team. A team of two fierce warriors looking at the same goal in their careers. A team in which America has never come face to face to. A team that is ready for any kind of battle that they may have to endure in their POW career. The team of Takeshi Tanahashi and Judith Orestes will forever be known as...... Rated K.
