Post by Tommy Knox on Jul 4, 2017 3:49:08 GMT
"And I'm proud to be a Chinaman
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget myself who died
Who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up
Next to you and defend her still today
Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God bless the Wu-Tang Clan"
Standing outside of a wooden door hidden in the shadows, Tommy Knox barely comes into focus as the scene slowly opens. His hair is pulled back behind his ears, sunglasses hiding his eyes, and a toothpick between his lips.
"What you are about to witness isn't pretty. It's quite ugly if I'm bein' honest. It's the world we live in, and have for many, many years.
You smell that?
Let's take a look, shall we."
Pushing the door open, a cloud of smoke hits him in the face, knocking the camera man back that trails behind. Knox on the other hand, breathes in the smoke with a smile formed across his lips.
"That's the smell of the other 'natives' failures goin' up in smoke due to their jealousy of this beautiful land choosin' me as it's son. Remember, it chose me. I didn't choose it. I just embraced it!"
Walking through the doorway, Knox enters the establishment, and not far behind the camera enters as well. Scanning the room, multiple couches and chairs line the walls, filled with slant eyed local men and women slouched against the cushions.
A thick smoke hovers above, hanging just beneath the ceiling. In their hands, are pipes and on the tables closely beside them as lamps, burning with flame.
"For many years these holes have plagued this land, even spreadin' across the oceans and penetratin' other countries. Many folks, like you and I, will gather at these chambers and smoke their troubles away, meltin' into happiness and forgettin' what made them come here in the first place."
Looking back to the camera, he shakes his head as he raises his hand and extends his finger.
"Don't be confused. Unlike the crack dens the foreigners have in the states, these are opium dens. While still a dirty drug and slowly but surely way to die, we people of China have better standards than smokin' crack. Save that for the whiteys who travel across the pacific to fall at my feet."
Walking around the room, he scans over each individual as he passes them by. Stepping over fallen bodies and limbs hanging off the seating, he doesn't disturb them one bit, rather allows them to enjoy losing themselves much like the other natives in the Pride of Puroresu Crown have done as well.
After making a full circle around the room, he walks to the center. Surrounding him, the smoke lingers as everyone's eyes are rolled into the back of their heads. Well, everyone except the nine year old in the far back selling the poison to these poor souls.
"As I look across this room I can't help but lower my head in shame. It saddens me that these people have come to this point in their lives all because they're embarrassed of the other natives in this tournament representin' their fine country. Notice how I said others. If these people could just look past my pale skin and open eyes, I could give them the hope that they need to believe once again.
But no.
They are now inches away from their deaths all because of IKEA TONKA and YOSHI MARIO."
Shaking his head from side to side, he sighs at the thought of the damage his fellow brothers have done to the pride of this country.
"Four wins, five losses, and yes, another goddamn draw that these two make up with their combined records. I swear to fuckin' Buddha you guys are goin' to be the death of me with these draws. But what can I do?
That's a good question, don't you think? I'll tell you what I can do. I can guarantee you both right now that when you step into the ring with me, fightin' for the Pride of Puroresu Crown, you will not walk away with a draw to add to the shame you both have brought upon this country. I'm sending you back to your bamboo huts with a fuckin' 'L' for each of you."
Holding up both hands, he forms two L's with the thumb and index finger on each hand, one backwards as well but you get the point.
"IKEA, bro, what the fuck?
What are you doin' exactly? You're embarrassin' not only yourself, not only me and this entire country, but your own mother is wishin' that she aborted you after the one night stand with Jack outside of the Okinawa base the night you were conceived.
One goddamn win. ONE out of LIVE ROUNDS!!!
Excuse me, five rounds."
Winking at the camera, he continues after a short chuckle.
"And YOSHI, I can at least tip my rice hat to you. You're sittin' higher in the rankings than I am, despite me purposely takin' two L's to gringos only to create the best comeback this country has ever fuckin' seen since movin' on and prosperin' after Hiroshima and my birth!
But you sir, have only done so because of that draw attached to your record and that alone is worth one hundred losses and fuck ru's.
We've yet to meet in the ring but our time will soon come. Like it or not, love me or hate me, I am the chosen son of this land and every other native I've faced over the last year here I've conquered like the great Zhang Xueliang.
Look it up, maybe? Maybe not.
The point is, I'm not fallin' to you. I'm not fallin' to IKEA. Name another native son better than me. I'll wait."
With that, he walks to the nearest couch and kneels beside it. Grabbing a pipe, he looks to the camera and shakes his head "no", before signaling for the cameraman to quickly end the feed.
