Old Men Do Tell Tales (Daisuke JHW RP)
Apr 24, 2023 0:37:18 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer and itsjustj like this
Post by Raiden Ishimori on Apr 24, 2023 0:37:18 GMT -5
Takuma: “In the States once again…”
The camera opens up to the outside of Gillette Stadium, more specifically the Pro Shop on the ground level of the concourse where it’s currently raining with a bit of force in usual New England fashion. Though Takuma’s voice is heard, neither him nor Daisuke are found immediately until the focus switches from the outside to the inside where the duo is absently looking around at the selection of various merchandise pertaining to the two Rob Kraft owned teams in both the Patriots and Revolution. Takuma appears to be a lot more disinclined in really perusing the available selections compared to Daisuke who’s actively looking through what’s on hand.
Takuma: “Do we really have to be in here?”
Daisuke: “What? Nothing wrong with checking out the local sports teams. From what I’ve overheard on our way here, the football team here has been rather successful. The other team…not so much.”
Daisuke pulls off a Patriots hat and Revolution hat from a nearby rack, trying each one on for funsies. Takuma rolls his eyes at the matter, glancing around the shop for anything that could distract him.
Daisuke: “Did you ever have a team back home to cheer for, Takuma?”
Takuma: “What, like sports wise?”
Daisuke: “Of course. Especially considering how much our kin get into sports at times, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone as stoic as you had a team you occasionally watched.”
Takuma: “I mean…in recent times, there’s the soccer team in Kashima I guess? They really haven’t been having much success since the late 2000’s in terms of domestic honors. Honestly this season from what I’ve seen this far for them has not been fruitful.”
Big Tiger evidently seemed rather baffled that such a question was even posed to someone such as him. If it was Raiden he was with, maybe he could get away with the basic small talk they once had but this was just…a stretch for him.
Takuma: “I take it you’ve a team you support?”
Daisuke: “Urawa Red Diamonds to be exact. Domestically, they haven’t won anything since the mid-2000’s but add yearly cups into the mix and they won the Emperor’s Cup two years ago plus the Super Cup last year. One of the oldest clubs in existence if you would believe it.”
Takuma: “Why do I feel like some kind of comparison or metaphor is coming along now that you’ve said that…”
Daisuke lets out a brief chuckle as he tosses the Patriots hat back on the rack.
Daisuke: “At least you’re learning what an old man like me is like, Takuma.”
Takuma only shrugs in turn at the remark.
Takuma: “While I’d love to wander memory lane some more, shouldn’t there be more concern about the match you threw yourself in?”
Daisuke: “I’m quite aware of the situation I’m in. I’m old, but I’m not an idiot. If I’m to be completely honest on one front, part of the reason why I even decided to take part is to show Daigo that his old man still has a winning mentality to him. Hell, gods know I probably had a solid shot at winning that tournament back over in IPW before the hiatus hit. Speaking of them, something to talk about later but obviously there’s this to worry about first.”
Daisuke puts the Revolution hat back on, being meticulous about how it rests upon him.
Daisuke: “If anything, I’m probably one of the least favored people going into this matchup. I’m pushing fifty this month if you can believe that. Been in this business for nearly three decades and I’ve just about seen it all in my ventures on the indies back home. Outside of it…it’s always been a mixed bag hasn’t it? The shortcomings to be had, the sudden bumps to knock one off course…it’s dismaying, yes, but at the same time, it’s been motivating.”
He chuckles at the thought, loosely folding his arms across his chest.
Daisuke: “And now I stand before yet another grand trial: To be one of the final pillars of NLW for the same piece of gold that my nephew once got to hold for himself. What a tale that would be eh?”
Takuma: “It’s certainly possible.”
Daisuke: “If a pig could win this Network’s top prize, then a man who is pushing fifty among the junior heavyweights can be the king of them as well. The only thing between me and that goal is a group of people who have all but begun to fall into the crevice of obscurity/ This…Last Stand as it’s being referred to, is one of the last few times in recent memory for anyone to make some kind of impact.”
Daisuke rubs his chin in contemplation, eyes closing as he reflects on the situation.
Daisuke: “Cheez, Moe, Gorn…names you honestly wouldn’t expect near a spotlight like this in the near future but then again, people would be more than likely to count an old man out. Heh….most normally would given my current age…and that’s a mistake they’ll learn to ultimately pay in the end. If there’s one person who ought to know the kind of danger I still possess it’s the latter most of those three. That tag team debut we had against him and Buta and The New South….a lasting impact was made. People already knew of Big Tiger, but Shogun? The only connection people had was through my nephew who’s carving his own path at this rate like I have over the last few decades.”
He draws in a long inhale, exhaling the breath steadily.
Daisuke: “And recalling my previous words about how Shogun would have his conquest…yes, this is truly a fitting capstone to finally bring that chapter to an end. The elderly king from across the sea who already accomplished all that he could in his own homeland and now looking to take something from here in this foreign land. You’d think I would have been able to pull that off sooner but…well, can’t exactly be shown up by Daigo at this point now can I?”
Takuma: “I suppose not.”
Big Tiger shrugs in turn, garnering a chuckle from Daisuke as his eyes open back up.
Daisuke: “But of course, there are the names such as Thespian, Jabroni, and El Rey that serve as the other half of this vanguard. How I wish I could’ve gotten an earlier pleasure to face them before things went under but alas…this will have to do. A means to an end…heh, and I get to lay them low here. A worthy endeavor to take on…and I can already imagine Daigo’s expression when I make it down to Sin City with that belt in hand. He’d be outright fuming over the matter that his old man is still finding success, and against people who are roughly half his own damn age.”
Daisuke shakes his head.
Daisuke: “Ultimately it doesn’t matter how old I am, but rather just how much I’m willing to stand against the tide. I’ve stood against time for this long…what difference does it make to strike off seven names from the list to fit myself with a worthy crown? Shogun fights…and Shogun conquers, one way or another. I intend to march in with the spirit of a hundred men and march out with that championship in tow with a goal to conquer Sin City. A fight is what they’ll get, and I’m not leaving the night of the Rumble unless it’s with that championship in hand or I bleed out trying to show that this aging veteran still has what it takes to keep hanging with the young guns of this sport. People will come to know a more benevolent Miyazaki, and not some punk kid who got his way by associating himself with a group he constantly hides himself behind. Mark my words…I’m going to be a better champion than Rey AND Daigo.”
Another exhale as Daisuke pulls the hat from his head, looking it over briefly.
Daisuke: “Anyway…I’m gonna go pay for this.”
Takuma: “Thank God…if I keep staring at the stuff here I’m going to push a rack over.”
Daisuke: “I wouldn’t go that far. You don’t seem the type to do that.”
Takuma: “I used to be.”
Daisuke: “Heh…used to.”
Takuma rolls his eyes as Daisuke walks off, following after the older wrestler as the camera fades out.
The camera opens up to the outside of Gillette Stadium, more specifically the Pro Shop on the ground level of the concourse where it’s currently raining with a bit of force in usual New England fashion. Though Takuma’s voice is heard, neither him nor Daisuke are found immediately until the focus switches from the outside to the inside where the duo is absently looking around at the selection of various merchandise pertaining to the two Rob Kraft owned teams in both the Patriots and Revolution. Takuma appears to be a lot more disinclined in really perusing the available selections compared to Daisuke who’s actively looking through what’s on hand.
Takuma: “Do we really have to be in here?”
Daisuke: “What? Nothing wrong with checking out the local sports teams. From what I’ve overheard on our way here, the football team here has been rather successful. The other team…not so much.”
Daisuke pulls off a Patriots hat and Revolution hat from a nearby rack, trying each one on for funsies. Takuma rolls his eyes at the matter, glancing around the shop for anything that could distract him.
Daisuke: “Did you ever have a team back home to cheer for, Takuma?”
Takuma: “What, like sports wise?”
Daisuke: “Of course. Especially considering how much our kin get into sports at times, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone as stoic as you had a team you occasionally watched.”
Takuma: “I mean…in recent times, there’s the soccer team in Kashima I guess? They really haven’t been having much success since the late 2000’s in terms of domestic honors. Honestly this season from what I’ve seen this far for them has not been fruitful.”
Big Tiger evidently seemed rather baffled that such a question was even posed to someone such as him. If it was Raiden he was with, maybe he could get away with the basic small talk they once had but this was just…a stretch for him.
Takuma: “I take it you’ve a team you support?”
Daisuke: “Urawa Red Diamonds to be exact. Domestically, they haven’t won anything since the mid-2000’s but add yearly cups into the mix and they won the Emperor’s Cup two years ago plus the Super Cup last year. One of the oldest clubs in existence if you would believe it.”
Takuma: “Why do I feel like some kind of comparison or metaphor is coming along now that you’ve said that…”
Daisuke lets out a brief chuckle as he tosses the Patriots hat back on the rack.
Daisuke: “At least you’re learning what an old man like me is like, Takuma.”
Takuma only shrugs in turn at the remark.
Takuma: “While I’d love to wander memory lane some more, shouldn’t there be more concern about the match you threw yourself in?”
Daisuke: “I’m quite aware of the situation I’m in. I’m old, but I’m not an idiot. If I’m to be completely honest on one front, part of the reason why I even decided to take part is to show Daigo that his old man still has a winning mentality to him. Hell, gods know I probably had a solid shot at winning that tournament back over in IPW before the hiatus hit. Speaking of them, something to talk about later but obviously there’s this to worry about first.”
Daisuke puts the Revolution hat back on, being meticulous about how it rests upon him.
Daisuke: “If anything, I’m probably one of the least favored people going into this matchup. I’m pushing fifty this month if you can believe that. Been in this business for nearly three decades and I’ve just about seen it all in my ventures on the indies back home. Outside of it…it’s always been a mixed bag hasn’t it? The shortcomings to be had, the sudden bumps to knock one off course…it’s dismaying, yes, but at the same time, it’s been motivating.”
He chuckles at the thought, loosely folding his arms across his chest.
Daisuke: “And now I stand before yet another grand trial: To be one of the final pillars of NLW for the same piece of gold that my nephew once got to hold for himself. What a tale that would be eh?”
Takuma: “It’s certainly possible.”
Daisuke: “If a pig could win this Network’s top prize, then a man who is pushing fifty among the junior heavyweights can be the king of them as well. The only thing between me and that goal is a group of people who have all but begun to fall into the crevice of obscurity/ This…Last Stand as it’s being referred to, is one of the last few times in recent memory for anyone to make some kind of impact.”
Daisuke rubs his chin in contemplation, eyes closing as he reflects on the situation.
Daisuke: “Cheez, Moe, Gorn…names you honestly wouldn’t expect near a spotlight like this in the near future but then again, people would be more than likely to count an old man out. Heh….most normally would given my current age…and that’s a mistake they’ll learn to ultimately pay in the end. If there’s one person who ought to know the kind of danger I still possess it’s the latter most of those three. That tag team debut we had against him and Buta and The New South….a lasting impact was made. People already knew of Big Tiger, but Shogun? The only connection people had was through my nephew who’s carving his own path at this rate like I have over the last few decades.”
He draws in a long inhale, exhaling the breath steadily.
Daisuke: “And recalling my previous words about how Shogun would have his conquest…yes, this is truly a fitting capstone to finally bring that chapter to an end. The elderly king from across the sea who already accomplished all that he could in his own homeland and now looking to take something from here in this foreign land. You’d think I would have been able to pull that off sooner but…well, can’t exactly be shown up by Daigo at this point now can I?”
Takuma: “I suppose not.”
Big Tiger shrugs in turn, garnering a chuckle from Daisuke as his eyes open back up.
Daisuke: “But of course, there are the names such as Thespian, Jabroni, and El Rey that serve as the other half of this vanguard. How I wish I could’ve gotten an earlier pleasure to face them before things went under but alas…this will have to do. A means to an end…heh, and I get to lay them low here. A worthy endeavor to take on…and I can already imagine Daigo’s expression when I make it down to Sin City with that belt in hand. He’d be outright fuming over the matter that his old man is still finding success, and against people who are roughly half his own damn age.”
Daisuke shakes his head.
Daisuke: “Ultimately it doesn’t matter how old I am, but rather just how much I’m willing to stand against the tide. I’ve stood against time for this long…what difference does it make to strike off seven names from the list to fit myself with a worthy crown? Shogun fights…and Shogun conquers, one way or another. I intend to march in with the spirit of a hundred men and march out with that championship in tow with a goal to conquer Sin City. A fight is what they’ll get, and I’m not leaving the night of the Rumble unless it’s with that championship in hand or I bleed out trying to show that this aging veteran still has what it takes to keep hanging with the young guns of this sport. People will come to know a more benevolent Miyazaki, and not some punk kid who got his way by associating himself with a group he constantly hides himself behind. Mark my words…I’m going to be a better champion than Rey AND Daigo.”
Another exhale as Daisuke pulls the hat from his head, looking it over briefly.
Daisuke: “Anyway…I’m gonna go pay for this.”
Takuma: “Thank God…if I keep staring at the stuff here I’m going to push a rack over.”
Daisuke: “I wouldn’t go that far. You don’t seem the type to do that.”
Takuma: “I used to be.”
Daisuke: “Heh…used to.”
Takuma rolls his eyes as Daisuke walks off, following after the older wrestler as the camera fades out.
