Post by Eight69 on May 25, 2016 4:16:27 GMT
We are taken to a vast gym. As the camera moves around to display the area, one can notice the high-quality of the furnishings – multiple widescreen TVs attached throughout the walls, three large rings surrounded by dumbbells and punching heavybags, etcetera.
The camera slowly focuses a logo printed on the wall. It's the Vendetta logo.
A quick video that consists of Vincent Strassburg doing one-arm push-ups is displayed. His muscles look bigger than before – the face expression; however, the same. Determination.
Black screen.
“What goes around comes around… I told him so. I TOLD YOU SO!”
Another scene. Quick flashes that switch between the moment that Vincent assaulted his brother and the NJFC’s own looking into the mirror - eyes widened. It becomes harder to comprehend the scenes as each shot pops up, due to blood effects covering them.
Black screen.
“Kenji Tsukahara.
You’re quite an unlucky man…
Aren’t ya?”
The scene fades in the same gym, into the ring. We see Vincent standing at the center, holding an object in his hand. He looks up to the camera – confident smirk.
“Y’see, James and I had a serious conversation the last time we met… He believes I’ve started my path in NJFC with the wrong foot. And you know what? He's right.
Perhaps handing my own brother the ass-beating of his entire miserable life was a bad idea. I mean… Why?
Why the hell would a sane individual do such thing?”
Vincent lets out a chuckle and walks toward the camera.
“Then I laughed and thought to myself…
I am clearly NOT sane.
See, that’s what I want you people to realize. I want y'all to realize that you're not dealing with the regular man when you step into the ring with me. Hell, as far as I’m concerned you don’t even have to like me or my promos…
… But you can bet your life that you DON'T want to cross me. But some people do, some people have the guts to stand in my way – and that’s one of the main reasons of why I had to kick this stone out of my path. And thanks that, I'm alone.
Vendetta's dead.
And so is the last thing holding me down.”
Vincent lifts up the object and it appears to be a silver luchador mask. He chuckles as he looks at it.
“Destiny has fortunate things prepared for me… I get to wrestle in a lucha libre environment and face one of Japan’s biggest gems - according to the man himself.
Interesting.
I’m sure you people don’t even know that I was actually a Luchador in the beginning of my career. Not that it matters, but this mask marked the beginning of my ascension to greater things… It allowed me to release this certain monster that lies inside my head upon my rivals.
And boy, what a mess I’ve done.
Turns out I’m back to that era… And I’m supposed to fight a man that's loved in Japan, well respected.
A good ol’ tough son’va bitch.
A rolemodel!
A fine example of the Japanese Puroresu!
Kenji Tsukahara!”
Vincent sarcastically claps his hands and lets the mask fall on the ring mat. Then, he steps on it and speaks his next words quite harshly.
“Fuck Lucha Libre and fuck you too, Kenji.
Do you want to know why you’re unlucky? Your moment of glory's been tainted as soon as you’ve been set to step into the ring with me, Kenji… That’s why you are unlucky. Don’t get me wrong.
I respect you, Kenji… I respect you for being the good ol’ beacon of hope to the fellow Japanese masses. I really do.
But there's something in you that makes me want to punch you in the face, Kenji… I want to hurt you badly. And quite honestly, there is no reason whatsoever.”
Vincent lets out an amusing chuckle and resumes his monologue - he speaks quite confidently.
“We’ve never met.
We’ve never talked.
We’ve never wrestled.
And I already hate your fuckin’ guts… Maybe I’m just allowing the monster to take control…
Maybe not.
Maybe I’m just an asshole – nah, I’m sure I’m a damn asshole.
You see, kenji… I don’t give a FUCK about how long you’ve been training to hone your abilities. I couldn’t care less whether you’re well known all over Japan or not. This is not one of your little fantasies that involve the good guy defeating the bad one.
This is about WAR!”
Vincent takes a pause to take a breath. He motions with his hands as he speaks.
“Quite a fitting name for this event. War is my way of living life, Kenji… That’s why I want you to give me everything you got. Because I won’t hold anything back.
I’m pissed off.
I’m by myself now. I have no one by my side… I don’t have friends. I don’t have a family. My glory days are far buried in the past.
I have nothing to lose now.
And I will be fuckin’ damned if I allow any person to get the better of me.
I’m going back to my old self.
It’s about time someone brought the real hardcore style to Japan… I’ll make an example of you here in the US, Kenji… Sucks to be you.
You’ll get to know how Vincent handles business. I’ll make it rain some blood in that ring, and there isn’t a goddamn thing you can do to stop me!”
Vincent turns his back to the camera and looks up to the Vendetta logo. After a couple of seconds, the lucha mask is focused, still lying on the mat – one can notice the faded red color that appears to be dry blood all over the mask.
Black screen.
The camera slowly focuses a logo printed on the wall. It's the Vendetta logo.
A quick video that consists of Vincent Strassburg doing one-arm push-ups is displayed. His muscles look bigger than before – the face expression; however, the same. Determination.
Black screen.
“What goes around comes around… I told him so. I TOLD YOU SO!”
Another scene. Quick flashes that switch between the moment that Vincent assaulted his brother and the NJFC’s own looking into the mirror - eyes widened. It becomes harder to comprehend the scenes as each shot pops up, due to blood effects covering them.
Black screen.
“Kenji Tsukahara.
You’re quite an unlucky man…
Aren’t ya?”
The scene fades in the same gym, into the ring. We see Vincent standing at the center, holding an object in his hand. He looks up to the camera – confident smirk.
“Y’see, James and I had a serious conversation the last time we met… He believes I’ve started my path in NJFC with the wrong foot. And you know what? He's right.
Perhaps handing my own brother the ass-beating of his entire miserable life was a bad idea. I mean… Why?
Why the hell would a sane individual do such thing?”
Vincent lets out a chuckle and walks toward the camera.
“Then I laughed and thought to myself…
I am clearly NOT sane.
See, that’s what I want you people to realize. I want y'all to realize that you're not dealing with the regular man when you step into the ring with me. Hell, as far as I’m concerned you don’t even have to like me or my promos…
… But you can bet your life that you DON'T want to cross me. But some people do, some people have the guts to stand in my way – and that’s one of the main reasons of why I had to kick this stone out of my path. And thanks that, I'm alone.
Vendetta's dead.
And so is the last thing holding me down.”
Vincent lifts up the object and it appears to be a silver luchador mask. He chuckles as he looks at it.
“Destiny has fortunate things prepared for me… I get to wrestle in a lucha libre environment and face one of Japan’s biggest gems - according to the man himself.
Interesting.
I’m sure you people don’t even know that I was actually a Luchador in the beginning of my career. Not that it matters, but this mask marked the beginning of my ascension to greater things… It allowed me to release this certain monster that lies inside my head upon my rivals.
And boy, what a mess I’ve done.
Turns out I’m back to that era… And I’m supposed to fight a man that's loved in Japan, well respected.
A good ol’ tough son’va bitch.
A rolemodel!
A fine example of the Japanese Puroresu!
Kenji Tsukahara!”
Vincent sarcastically claps his hands and lets the mask fall on the ring mat. Then, he steps on it and speaks his next words quite harshly.
“Fuck Lucha Libre and fuck you too, Kenji.
Do you want to know why you’re unlucky? Your moment of glory's been tainted as soon as you’ve been set to step into the ring with me, Kenji… That’s why you are unlucky. Don’t get me wrong.
I respect you, Kenji… I respect you for being the good ol’ beacon of hope to the fellow Japanese masses. I really do.
But there's something in you that makes me want to punch you in the face, Kenji… I want to hurt you badly. And quite honestly, there is no reason whatsoever.”
Vincent lets out an amusing chuckle and resumes his monologue - he speaks quite confidently.
“We’ve never met.
We’ve never talked.
We’ve never wrestled.
And I already hate your fuckin’ guts… Maybe I’m just allowing the monster to take control…
Maybe not.
Maybe I’m just an asshole – nah, I’m sure I’m a damn asshole.
You see, kenji… I don’t give a FUCK about how long you’ve been training to hone your abilities. I couldn’t care less whether you’re well known all over Japan or not. This is not one of your little fantasies that involve the good guy defeating the bad one.
This is about WAR!”
Vincent takes a pause to take a breath. He motions with his hands as he speaks.
“Quite a fitting name for this event. War is my way of living life, Kenji… That’s why I want you to give me everything you got. Because I won’t hold anything back.
I’m pissed off.
I’m by myself now. I have no one by my side… I don’t have friends. I don’t have a family. My glory days are far buried in the past.
I have nothing to lose now.
And I will be fuckin’ damned if I allow any person to get the better of me.
I’m going back to my old self.
It’s about time someone brought the real hardcore style to Japan… I’ll make an example of you here in the US, Kenji… Sucks to be you.
You’ll get to know how Vincent handles business. I’ll make it rain some blood in that ring, and there isn’t a goddamn thing you can do to stop me!”
Vincent turns his back to the camera and looks up to the Vendetta logo. After a couple of seconds, the lucha mask is focused, still lying on the mat – one can notice the faded red color that appears to be dry blood all over the mask.
Black screen.