Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 1:08:38 GMT
We are taken to the surroundings of Nippon Budõkan - specifically into the ring which is located right at the center of the arena. The camera man appears to be standing next to the ropes, whilst he focuses the crowd area, the jumbo screen and the ramp. We see multiple staff members moving around in a hurry as they carry boxes, wrestling equipment, electronic devices, etc. Finally, the camera slowly turns around to display a man wearing a shiny armor standing right in the middle of the ring.
It is Vincent Strassburg. The spotlight over his figure fades out; therefore, so does the brightness that was emanating from the well-built armor. The camera lowers down to display the ring and Vincent’s feet, which rest upon the NJFC's logo perfectly printed on the mat. Couple of seconds later and his upper part is finally on sight - Vincent spreads both arms to the sides.
“This is it… It’s time to make it or break it. Pardon me for saying such a cliché phrase, but it’s quite convenient given the fact that tag teams coming from all over the world are about to step into this battlefield in an attempt to prove themselves the best.
And NJFC appreciates your attempt – even I appreciate your efforts. Although sadly for you, your attempt just won’t be enough to grab the gold. Honestly, this match is quite special for me.
It’s special for Vendetta.
It’s not just another day of my career, it’s not just a match that we aim for nothing but the mere belts.
There is something bigger than even ourselves on the line.
There is this thing that deserves the utmost respect, which most of y’all clearly have no idea.”
Vicent displays a confident grin before turning around to stare at the empty seats. Once his attention's back to the camera, he points at the NJFC logo.
“And this thing is none other than NJFC... You see, I’m a student of the game - the great game called wrestling. While some of you thick little shits spend your miserable time doing drugs, drinking, partyin’ until the morning and such, I’m either studying my opponents or training to perfect my abilities. When it comes to wrestling, there is no such thing as being good or average… You’ve got to be the best that ever stepped in a goddamn ring.
I’ve been studying all the Vendetta’s opponents – which means everyone because you are either with us or you’re fresh meat. Oh, I must admit that I’m mostly unimpressed. We’ve got lots of federations attempting to claim our gold.
4CW, IXWA, Boardwalk Wrestling, Monarchy Wrestling, GoL, WGC, BFW, and the list goes on.
Straight to the point, for these optimistic people making their way to NJFC soil thinking that they are deserving of being considered a Champion here, I have but one message…
… Fuck. You.”
Vincent gets closer to the camera now. He frowns and points at it as he speaks, motioning with his hands.
“See, you disrespectful cunts need to understand that those tag team titles belong to NJFC. Who do you think you are to claim possession over our property? Do you think I will allow you outsiders to take our glory?
Look, I don’t care how many accolades you’ve been gathering through your career, neither how big your federation or yourself & your mouth are, nor how long you’ve been training for this…
… You just don’t step in sacred lands acting as if the place should bow down to you. That’s not how it works. That’s not how I will have this place working. You can run your mouth as much as you want and for how long you feel like – go ahead and claim things that you’ll do and how the titles should be taken to your federation.
I still say fuck you. This is NJFC soil and I’ll be damned if my partner and I allow intruders like you people to take OUR GPC Tag Team Championships!”
Vincent lets out a laugh. He walks toward the turnbuckle and climbs it up. We can notice a couple of staff members paying attention to him.
“Look at this place. Soon, about fifteen thousand people will fill this arena to watch the GPC Tag Team Championship titles being put on the line. They want to see their superstars defending the NJFC’s honor… They want their home heroes to deliver, and for fuck sake, I’m damn sure I’m no hero – but I assure you that I will deliver when it’s time.
I'm not doing this for Vendetta only; there's a bigger goal on the line.
We will do this for NJFC.
Peterson is probably a crazy motherfucka for signing up someone like myself - because I will make waves in this place. Perhaps not in a positive manner, as I will not stop unless NJFC is represented by someone worthy.
I am that man.
And alongside my brother, we will show the goddamn world that NJFC is not their monthly playground that they can have their fun, sign their paychecks, bang Japanese chicks then get the fuck out…
… This is THE NJFC, goddamit!”
Vincent climbs down the turnbuckle and smacks his chest twice. He speaks the next words calmly.
“You either respect this place or we will make sure to kick your ass back to your shitty federation. Tonight, I will pick the latter – and I will not show mercy whatsoever. Like I said it earlier, it is time to make it or break it.
Tonight, Vendetta will claim the GPC Tag Team Championships… All for New Japan Fighting Championship!”
The confident wrestler displays one last smirk before making his way out of the ring. We can see Vincent walking up the ramp to the backstage as the camera focuses the NJFC logo on the jumbo tron.
Black screen.
It is Vincent Strassburg. The spotlight over his figure fades out; therefore, so does the brightness that was emanating from the well-built armor. The camera lowers down to display the ring and Vincent’s feet, which rest upon the NJFC's logo perfectly printed on the mat. Couple of seconds later and his upper part is finally on sight - Vincent spreads both arms to the sides.
“This is it… It’s time to make it or break it. Pardon me for saying such a cliché phrase, but it’s quite convenient given the fact that tag teams coming from all over the world are about to step into this battlefield in an attempt to prove themselves the best.
And NJFC appreciates your attempt – even I appreciate your efforts. Although sadly for you, your attempt just won’t be enough to grab the gold. Honestly, this match is quite special for me.
It’s special for Vendetta.
It’s not just another day of my career, it’s not just a match that we aim for nothing but the mere belts.
There is something bigger than even ourselves on the line.
There is this thing that deserves the utmost respect, which most of y’all clearly have no idea.”
Vicent displays a confident grin before turning around to stare at the empty seats. Once his attention's back to the camera, he points at the NJFC logo.
“And this thing is none other than NJFC... You see, I’m a student of the game - the great game called wrestling. While some of you thick little shits spend your miserable time doing drugs, drinking, partyin’ until the morning and such, I’m either studying my opponents or training to perfect my abilities. When it comes to wrestling, there is no such thing as being good or average… You’ve got to be the best that ever stepped in a goddamn ring.
I’ve been studying all the Vendetta’s opponents – which means everyone because you are either with us or you’re fresh meat. Oh, I must admit that I’m mostly unimpressed. We’ve got lots of federations attempting to claim our gold.
4CW, IXWA, Boardwalk Wrestling, Monarchy Wrestling, GoL, WGC, BFW, and the list goes on.
Straight to the point, for these optimistic people making their way to NJFC soil thinking that they are deserving of being considered a Champion here, I have but one message…
… Fuck. You.”
Vincent gets closer to the camera now. He frowns and points at it as he speaks, motioning with his hands.
“See, you disrespectful cunts need to understand that those tag team titles belong to NJFC. Who do you think you are to claim possession over our property? Do you think I will allow you outsiders to take our glory?
Look, I don’t care how many accolades you’ve been gathering through your career, neither how big your federation or yourself & your mouth are, nor how long you’ve been training for this…
… You just don’t step in sacred lands acting as if the place should bow down to you. That’s not how it works. That’s not how I will have this place working. You can run your mouth as much as you want and for how long you feel like – go ahead and claim things that you’ll do and how the titles should be taken to your federation.
I still say fuck you. This is NJFC soil and I’ll be damned if my partner and I allow intruders like you people to take OUR GPC Tag Team Championships!”
Vincent lets out a laugh. He walks toward the turnbuckle and climbs it up. We can notice a couple of staff members paying attention to him.
“Look at this place. Soon, about fifteen thousand people will fill this arena to watch the GPC Tag Team Championship titles being put on the line. They want to see their superstars defending the NJFC’s honor… They want their home heroes to deliver, and for fuck sake, I’m damn sure I’m no hero – but I assure you that I will deliver when it’s time.
I'm not doing this for Vendetta only; there's a bigger goal on the line.
We will do this for NJFC.
Peterson is probably a crazy motherfucka for signing up someone like myself - because I will make waves in this place. Perhaps not in a positive manner, as I will not stop unless NJFC is represented by someone worthy.
I am that man.
And alongside my brother, we will show the goddamn world that NJFC is not their monthly playground that they can have their fun, sign their paychecks, bang Japanese chicks then get the fuck out…
… This is THE NJFC, goddamit!”
Vincent climbs down the turnbuckle and smacks his chest twice. He speaks the next words calmly.
“You either respect this place or we will make sure to kick your ass back to your shitty federation. Tonight, I will pick the latter – and I will not show mercy whatsoever. Like I said it earlier, it is time to make it or break it.
Tonight, Vendetta will claim the GPC Tag Team Championships… All for New Japan Fighting Championship!”
The confident wrestler displays one last smirk before making his way out of the ring. We can see Vincent walking up the ramp to the backstage as the camera focuses the NJFC logo on the jumbo tron.
Black screen.
