Post by deezy on Apr 19, 2016 9:57:51 GMT
The scene of D.C. Wiland's first NJFC promotional video opens with The Main Man sitting behind a computer in one of the rooms of his house in Santa Monica.
"Japan," he says, turning around on his office chair and facing the camera, leaving the computer turned on behind him. "It has known its fair share of great personalities. Hidetaka Miyazaki, Hironobu Sakaguchi and Hideo Kojima, the masterminds behind three incredibly popular videogame franchises. Satoshi Tajiri, the creator of a worldwide phenomenon that is Pokemon. Gackt, a worldwide recognised rock star. Ken Watanabe, a fantastic actor who stole our hearts in Letters from Iwo Jima. Or Asa Akira, the love interest of everyone who has internet connection! And in the end, that Godzilla guy must've been fun to hang around, too..."
He smirks.
"But this time, the Land of the Rising Sun is finally getting their taste of true, unfiltered greatness when it comes to in-ring performance. We're bringing The Usual Rudos to your neck of the woods."
Wiland gets up from his chair and walks towards the wall where all his past championships and trophies are placed.
"For those of you that are too hip and cool to follow anything else than Japanese wrestling, I shall introduce myself. My name is D.C. Wiland. I won't bore you with all my nicknames, because I got a lot of them, nor will I explain to you what D.C. means, because that list is even longer. Pretty much all you need to know is that I am a former world champion, a technical wrestler extraordinaire and a specialist when it comes to tag team wrestling. As every good businessman, I have an eye for things... In my case, for talent. When I started out in wrestling, I immediately befriended Declan Black and we put together the legendary team known as The Dynasty. Even if Dec is not active anymore, we are both brothers for life, and both former world and tag team champions. I felt that sparkle in my eye when I started working with Declan, and I never felt that sparkle eversince.... up until I met Tiger Mask Red.
When I joined Pollomania, I thought it was a goofy promotion full of weird people. And I was pretty much correct. But Tiger Mask Red, the Supremo Champion at the time of my arrival, was something else. A legitimate wrestler, so young, yet so talented... and he liked burning people by throwing fireballs. He's always been a rudo, much like me. So it was only logical that the two of us, the best damn rasslers in Pollomania, joined forces and became the global phenomenon known as The Usual Rudos. But of course... we are too big of a team to just stay there. That's why, on April 30th, we are bringing the good stuff all the way to Tokyo, Japan."
He nods in approval of his own words.
"I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty stretched out when it comes to tournaments. In Guerreros of Lucha, for example, I am a part of two ongoing tournaments at once. But none of them is as massive as the one in NJFC. One night, twenty four tag teams, and the chance to be immortalised as the inaugural GPC Tag Team Champions is at stake. I will be so humble, which I'm usually not, to admit that me and Tiger are not really the favorites here. The first round matchup will be our second match as a tag team, there's plenty of more experienced guys in the field. But you know what? That, surprisingly, gives us an edge. I can't speak for Tiger, but I've always loved when people underestimated me, when they though somebody was gonna whoop my ass in a minute or less and send me crying to my mom. When everyone thought Carson Gates was gonna rip my head off in our Hardcore match, I tapped him out. When everybody said Alex Zion was gonna send me to early retirement, just like he did to my best friend Declan Black, I beat the man a became a world champion. Hell, when everyone thought Tiger Mask Red is gonna be another generic luchador, he started throwing fireballs around and became the best Supremo Champion to date. We work fucking fantastic under pressure!"
Wiland folds arms across his chest.
"So when we arrive to Tokyo, you are pretty much free to throw mimes, stoners, hoss motherfuckers and all your homegrown talent at us. Because in the end, The Usual Rudos always find a way to sneak out with the win and the belts. So watch out, because me and Tiger Mask Red? We're gonna shake ya house to the ground!"
He suddenly pauses.
"Fuck, maybe that was too much... the earthquakes and... nah. #Rudo4Life!"
Deezy winks at the camera for one final time and we fade to black.
"Japan," he says, turning around on his office chair and facing the camera, leaving the computer turned on behind him. "It has known its fair share of great personalities. Hidetaka Miyazaki, Hironobu Sakaguchi and Hideo Kojima, the masterminds behind three incredibly popular videogame franchises. Satoshi Tajiri, the creator of a worldwide phenomenon that is Pokemon. Gackt, a worldwide recognised rock star. Ken Watanabe, a fantastic actor who stole our hearts in Letters from Iwo Jima. Or Asa Akira, the love interest of everyone who has internet connection! And in the end, that Godzilla guy must've been fun to hang around, too..."
He smirks.
"But this time, the Land of the Rising Sun is finally getting their taste of true, unfiltered greatness when it comes to in-ring performance. We're bringing The Usual Rudos to your neck of the woods."
Wiland gets up from his chair and walks towards the wall where all his past championships and trophies are placed.
"For those of you that are too hip and cool to follow anything else than Japanese wrestling, I shall introduce myself. My name is D.C. Wiland. I won't bore you with all my nicknames, because I got a lot of them, nor will I explain to you what D.C. means, because that list is even longer. Pretty much all you need to know is that I am a former world champion, a technical wrestler extraordinaire and a specialist when it comes to tag team wrestling. As every good businessman, I have an eye for things... In my case, for talent. When I started out in wrestling, I immediately befriended Declan Black and we put together the legendary team known as The Dynasty. Even if Dec is not active anymore, we are both brothers for life, and both former world and tag team champions. I felt that sparkle in my eye when I started working with Declan, and I never felt that sparkle eversince.... up until I met Tiger Mask Red.
When I joined Pollomania, I thought it was a goofy promotion full of weird people. And I was pretty much correct. But Tiger Mask Red, the Supremo Champion at the time of my arrival, was something else. A legitimate wrestler, so young, yet so talented... and he liked burning people by throwing fireballs. He's always been a rudo, much like me. So it was only logical that the two of us, the best damn rasslers in Pollomania, joined forces and became the global phenomenon known as The Usual Rudos. But of course... we are too big of a team to just stay there. That's why, on April 30th, we are bringing the good stuff all the way to Tokyo, Japan."
He nods in approval of his own words.
"I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty stretched out when it comes to tournaments. In Guerreros of Lucha, for example, I am a part of two ongoing tournaments at once. But none of them is as massive as the one in NJFC. One night, twenty four tag teams, and the chance to be immortalised as the inaugural GPC Tag Team Champions is at stake. I will be so humble, which I'm usually not, to admit that me and Tiger are not really the favorites here. The first round matchup will be our second match as a tag team, there's plenty of more experienced guys in the field. But you know what? That, surprisingly, gives us an edge. I can't speak for Tiger, but I've always loved when people underestimated me, when they though somebody was gonna whoop my ass in a minute or less and send me crying to my mom. When everyone thought Carson Gates was gonna rip my head off in our Hardcore match, I tapped him out. When everybody said Alex Zion was gonna send me to early retirement, just like he did to my best friend Declan Black, I beat the man a became a world champion. Hell, when everyone thought Tiger Mask Red is gonna be another generic luchador, he started throwing fireballs around and became the best Supremo Champion to date. We work fucking fantastic under pressure!"
Wiland folds arms across his chest.
"So when we arrive to Tokyo, you are pretty much free to throw mimes, stoners, hoss motherfuckers and all your homegrown talent at us. Because in the end, The Usual Rudos always find a way to sneak out with the win and the belts. So watch out, because me and Tiger Mask Red? We're gonna shake ya house to the ground!"
He suddenly pauses.
"Fuck, maybe that was too much... the earthquakes and... nah. #Rudo4Life!"
Deezy winks at the camera for one final time and we fade to black.
