Post by TakaruMatsui on Feb 13, 2023 21:30:28 GMT -5
‘Boys, now I know we have suffered setbacks in W:UK! I know we have faced defeat! And loss! But we are still Neon Bushido! We are still one of the most dangerous, most explosive teams in this division! And on any given night, we can be a threat to anyone!’
Frank Wormwood spoke as he paced back and forth in his rumpled suit. His hair stood in a wild tangle around his balding pate, and he tugged at his stained tie as he turned back to the frowning Takaru Matsui, and the always silent Shimo. The pair exchanged looks, shrugging as Wormwood waved a stubby hand.
‘There are teams from across the XHF in this match, there are new teams and old teams! But you see they are not as skilled as we are! Listen, after they beat each other down, and are worn out?’
Frank clapped his hands together, and yelled.
‘NEON BUSHIDO!’
Matsui sniffed, and he leaned forward with a faint smirk.
‘Ah, Frank, you maybe right. But I don’t know it has been a long year for Neon Bushido. We have lost what made us fierce. We need to find that edge again, we need to ill remind the WUK who we are! As it is?’
A shrug, and Matsui shook his head.
‘What? Are you telling me that we’re scared of the Glucks? Of the Black Knife Cabal? Of the Dark Stars? Salt and Pepper?’
Shimo held up a hand, looking around before he gave a shrug. Then he looked between the other two seeming to question before he made a pushing motion. Frank looked confused, and Matsui laughed.
‘No, no, not that Salt and Pepper.’
Shimo seemed to be saddened at that.
Frank continued.
‘Rage and Cage? Come on, Matsui you know you would take that guy’s PC head off. You know that!’
Matsui shrugged, and he rose to his feet.
‘I know we could, but something always seems to go sideways, Frank. I think maybe we need to find what we have lost, eh? We are becoming soft, we are becoming weak, no one remembers the name of the Red Slayer! No one remembers the White Dragon! The Bastards do not fear us, no one does.’
Frank seemed bewildered, and he waved his hands as he started to pace again.
‘Matsui! You are well respected, everyone knows what you can do!’
A shrug.
‘Being respected and being feared are two different things, Frank. We need to show these other teams who we are! We need to show them what we are! We need to reborn, we need to show them all that we are Neon Bushido!’
Frank seemed to think that over, pacing back and forth as he fumbled for the glasses perched on his forehead. Then he tugged them downward, and he spreads his hands as he frowned.
‘Then we need to win! We need to go deep! We need to make a statement!’
Matsui nodded, and then he walked from the room with a scowl.
Frank Wormwood spoke as he paced back and forth in his rumpled suit. His hair stood in a wild tangle around his balding pate, and he tugged at his stained tie as he turned back to the frowning Takaru Matsui, and the always silent Shimo. The pair exchanged looks, shrugging as Wormwood waved a stubby hand.
‘There are teams from across the XHF in this match, there are new teams and old teams! But you see they are not as skilled as we are! Listen, after they beat each other down, and are worn out?’
Frank clapped his hands together, and yelled.
‘NEON BUSHIDO!’
Matsui sniffed, and he leaned forward with a faint smirk.
‘Ah, Frank, you maybe right. But I don’t know it has been a long year for Neon Bushido. We have lost what made us fierce. We need to find that edge again, we need to ill remind the WUK who we are! As it is?’
A shrug, and Matsui shook his head.
‘What? Are you telling me that we’re scared of the Glucks? Of the Black Knife Cabal? Of the Dark Stars? Salt and Pepper?’
Shimo held up a hand, looking around before he gave a shrug. Then he looked between the other two seeming to question before he made a pushing motion. Frank looked confused, and Matsui laughed.
‘No, no, not that Salt and Pepper.’
Shimo seemed to be saddened at that.
Frank continued.
‘Rage and Cage? Come on, Matsui you know you would take that guy’s PC head off. You know that!’
Matsui shrugged, and he rose to his feet.
‘I know we could, but something always seems to go sideways, Frank. I think maybe we need to find what we have lost, eh? We are becoming soft, we are becoming weak, no one remembers the name of the Red Slayer! No one remembers the White Dragon! The Bastards do not fear us, no one does.’
Frank seemed bewildered, and he waved his hands as he started to pace again.
‘Matsui! You are well respected, everyone knows what you can do!’
A shrug.
‘Being respected and being feared are two different things, Frank. We need to show these other teams who we are! We need to show them what we are! We need to reborn, we need to show them all that we are Neon Bushido!’
Frank seemed to think that over, pacing back and forth as he fumbled for the glasses perched on his forehead. Then he tugged them downward, and he spreads his hands as he frowned.
‘Then we need to win! We need to go deep! We need to make a statement!’
Matsui nodded, and then he walked from the room with a scowl.
