Post by Bryan Williams on Apr 25, 2016 8:10:03 GMT
”Japan…”
We open up on Bryan Williams, standing in a room filled with accolades and trophies of all kinds. People familiar with Bryan would know that this is his home, his trophy room. Bryan stands there, dressed in a Bronx Valescence t-shirt with matching shorts. A white bandana wrapped around his head.
”It’s been a long time coming, almost too long if you ask me. The stories, the matches I’ve seen from New Japan Fighting Championship have enticed me for so long. I’ve never really had the time, until now. You see an opportunity came up, the chance to compete in a tournament with other teams for the NJFC Tag Team championship. It was like it was almost meant to be, like this whole thing was tailor made just for me.”
Bryan flashes a grin, the various tag team championships on his shelves tell a story without words.
”I really wanted to bring the Art of War to Japan, but unfortunately my partner was feeling a little lazy. I didn’t want to give in though, because an opportunity like this only comes once in awhile. When the moment comes you have to take it, and I was lucky enough to find somebody else who wanted that same glory. Sativa Nevaeh and I got together, we put our heads together to come up with a team. A team that would sweep through this tournament and walk out with those titles around our waists. I have to say, I’m rather impressed with the talent and skill that we both possess. I’ve been through these things before, tournaments just like this one so I understand what it takes. I know that you need a partner that can hang the whole time, ready to have your back at a moments notice.”
Bryan pauses for a moment, flashing a grin to the camera in front of him.
”April Thirtieth will be a night to remember, at the Nippon Budokan. In front of a sold out Tokyo crowd, they will see the New Paradigm come together. We will represent a global shift in Japanese wrestling, bringing about the greatness that comes with being a champion. I know it very well, as does my partner Sativa. We were both tag champions in 4CW, I was a dual tag team champion in 4CW and Boardwalk Wrestling. To say that we are prepared is an understatement, unfortunately I cannot say the same about our opponents.”
Bryan scowls at the camera, as he continues on.
”Two men that I unfortunately are not familiar with, so you’ll have to bear with me. That’s the problem with tournaments like this, you’ll get a lot of people from all over. Guys that think they have what it takes to hang, like Jet City. Jason and Kris Halich, brothers I would assume. Would be a bit strange to be tagging with another dude who has the same last name as you, and not be brothers. I digress, because it doesn’t matter who they are. Free agents, representing a company or not, these two men will fall victim to the New Paradigm. They will see first hand exactly the kind of talent they stepped into the ring with. I get it, you see a big tournament like this and you want to make a name for yourself. Show up with the big dogs, and maybe run around a little bit. I’m telling you both right now, you’re in way over your heads. It’s akin to closing your eyes while a mack truck barrels its way down towards you, hoping that it swerves at the last second. Newsflash fellas, it doesn’t. Exactly like that semi, we’re going to be hitting you head on. Right in the mouth, bringing you the kind of action that only Sativa and I can.”
Bryan pauses, smiling for affect. He takes a moment, and continues on.
”Jason and Kris, I can commend you both at least. Because you tried, and that does still matter for something in this world. Granted, it doesn’t mean much in the long run, but at least you tried. You came out, you’ll show up, and you’ll get paid. Maybe that’s all you wanted to do, I can’t fault you either way. What I can say is this, if you’re both looking to win you should just keep wishing. It’s not going to happen, the New Paradigm walks right through you. It’s as simple as that! You eat a few Superkicks, maybe get dropped on your head once or twice … And then I lift you up while Sativa sends her knees crashing into your dumb faces. Game over, thanks for coming out!”
Bryan waves to the camera, still smiling.
”I don’t talk like this because I hope that is what will happen, I say it because that is what happens. April Thirtieth you both get an ass kicking, and a nice ‘Hey, you tried…’ and as for Sativa and Myself? We will be walking out of Tokyo as the new GPC World Tag Team champions. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Just wait until five days from now, it’ll be even better. I promise…”
With another wink, Bryan walks up to the camera and turns it off. The scene fades to black, as his words leave us for now.
We open up on Bryan Williams, standing in a room filled with accolades and trophies of all kinds. People familiar with Bryan would know that this is his home, his trophy room. Bryan stands there, dressed in a Bronx Valescence t-shirt with matching shorts. A white bandana wrapped around his head.
”It’s been a long time coming, almost too long if you ask me. The stories, the matches I’ve seen from New Japan Fighting Championship have enticed me for so long. I’ve never really had the time, until now. You see an opportunity came up, the chance to compete in a tournament with other teams for the NJFC Tag Team championship. It was like it was almost meant to be, like this whole thing was tailor made just for me.”
Bryan flashes a grin, the various tag team championships on his shelves tell a story without words.
”I really wanted to bring the Art of War to Japan, but unfortunately my partner was feeling a little lazy. I didn’t want to give in though, because an opportunity like this only comes once in awhile. When the moment comes you have to take it, and I was lucky enough to find somebody else who wanted that same glory. Sativa Nevaeh and I got together, we put our heads together to come up with a team. A team that would sweep through this tournament and walk out with those titles around our waists. I have to say, I’m rather impressed with the talent and skill that we both possess. I’ve been through these things before, tournaments just like this one so I understand what it takes. I know that you need a partner that can hang the whole time, ready to have your back at a moments notice.”
Bryan pauses for a moment, flashing a grin to the camera in front of him.
”April Thirtieth will be a night to remember, at the Nippon Budokan. In front of a sold out Tokyo crowd, they will see the New Paradigm come together. We will represent a global shift in Japanese wrestling, bringing about the greatness that comes with being a champion. I know it very well, as does my partner Sativa. We were both tag champions in 4CW, I was a dual tag team champion in 4CW and Boardwalk Wrestling. To say that we are prepared is an understatement, unfortunately I cannot say the same about our opponents.”
Bryan scowls at the camera, as he continues on.
”Two men that I unfortunately are not familiar with, so you’ll have to bear with me. That’s the problem with tournaments like this, you’ll get a lot of people from all over. Guys that think they have what it takes to hang, like Jet City. Jason and Kris Halich, brothers I would assume. Would be a bit strange to be tagging with another dude who has the same last name as you, and not be brothers. I digress, because it doesn’t matter who they are. Free agents, representing a company or not, these two men will fall victim to the New Paradigm. They will see first hand exactly the kind of talent they stepped into the ring with. I get it, you see a big tournament like this and you want to make a name for yourself. Show up with the big dogs, and maybe run around a little bit. I’m telling you both right now, you’re in way over your heads. It’s akin to closing your eyes while a mack truck barrels its way down towards you, hoping that it swerves at the last second. Newsflash fellas, it doesn’t. Exactly like that semi, we’re going to be hitting you head on. Right in the mouth, bringing you the kind of action that only Sativa and I can.”
Bryan pauses, smiling for affect. He takes a moment, and continues on.
”Jason and Kris, I can commend you both at least. Because you tried, and that does still matter for something in this world. Granted, it doesn’t mean much in the long run, but at least you tried. You came out, you’ll show up, and you’ll get paid. Maybe that’s all you wanted to do, I can’t fault you either way. What I can say is this, if you’re both looking to win you should just keep wishing. It’s not going to happen, the New Paradigm walks right through you. It’s as simple as that! You eat a few Superkicks, maybe get dropped on your head once or twice … And then I lift you up while Sativa sends her knees crashing into your dumb faces. Game over, thanks for coming out!”
Bryan waves to the camera, still smiling.
”I don’t talk like this because I hope that is what will happen, I say it because that is what happens. April Thirtieth you both get an ass kicking, and a nice ‘Hey, you tried…’ and as for Sativa and Myself? We will be walking out of Tokyo as the new GPC World Tag Team champions. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Just wait until five days from now, it’ll be even better. I promise…”
With another wink, Bryan walks up to the camera and turns it off. The scene fades to black, as his words leave us for now.
