Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2010 17:02:19 GMT -5
The silence and dark are broken by narration.
Mikami: Intelligence is not my only advantage coming into this match. You see, I do not have to worry about outside endeavours such as running a casino. I am always vigilant. I am always ready to fight. Not just ready, but willing. Any opportunity to test my skills is welcome. Anytime, anywhere. Let us look at one such time and place.
Fade in to the interior of a noisy nightclub in Baltimore. Rap music plays in the background as Mikami sits at the bar, drinking from a bottle. Dos Equis, because it's only logical that a Japanese citizen living in America would be drinking a Mexican beer, right? The volume of an argument in progress on the other side of the bar suddenly breaks above the barrier provided by music and conversation.
Drunk One: And I say, England's greatest Prime Minister was Lord Palmerston!
Drunk Two: Pitt the Elder!!
Drunk One: Lord Palmerston!!!
Drunk Two: Pitt. The. Elder!!!
Drunk Two pokes Drunk One in the chest with every word to emphasize.
Drunk One: Okay, you asked for it, bud!
He winds up to punch Drunk Two, but Mikami interjects himself and easily catches the punch.
Mikami: You two are being quite loud and annoying. Nobody cares who is right. Violence solves nothing.
Drunk One: Yeah...I guess you're right.
They all put their hands down.
Mikami: Psych!
Mikami sucker-punches Drunk One in the side of the head. He puts his foot on the vacated bar stool and uses it to launch off and take down Drunk Two with a dropkick. As the brains of everyone in the area finally process what has happened, Mikami is hit by a barrage of "holy shit"s and "what the hell?"s. He turns around to see two large bouncers coming towards him. He runs straight towards them and then baseball slides under their outstretched arms and between them. The path to the exit has pretty much cleared at this point and he dashes to make his escape. Fade out.
Mikami: I know, I know. It's a cliché in our business to portray one's self as a loose cannon, as someone who just does not care anymore. But you all know by now that I am not just some angry young punk, blindly rebelling. I am not the type who feels the need to ham-fistedly project an image of toughness and masculinity. No, what I am is the worst of both worlds. I am unpredictable not because I am ruled by emotion, but because I have shed the encumbering weights of norms and rules. I am not some simple anarchist looking for a good time. My ambitions are much higher.
I do not claim to be unique. You can join me, and know true freedom.
A man chooses. A slave obeys.[/i]
Mikami: Intelligence is not my only advantage coming into this match. You see, I do not have to worry about outside endeavours such as running a casino. I am always vigilant. I am always ready to fight. Not just ready, but willing. Any opportunity to test my skills is welcome. Anytime, anywhere. Let us look at one such time and place.
Fade in to the interior of a noisy nightclub in Baltimore. Rap music plays in the background as Mikami sits at the bar, drinking from a bottle. Dos Equis, because it's only logical that a Japanese citizen living in America would be drinking a Mexican beer, right? The volume of an argument in progress on the other side of the bar suddenly breaks above the barrier provided by music and conversation.
Drunk One: And I say, England's greatest Prime Minister was Lord Palmerston!
Drunk Two: Pitt the Elder!!
Drunk One: Lord Palmerston!!!
Drunk Two: Pitt. The. Elder!!!
Drunk Two pokes Drunk One in the chest with every word to emphasize.
Drunk One: Okay, you asked for it, bud!
He winds up to punch Drunk Two, but Mikami interjects himself and easily catches the punch.
Mikami: You two are being quite loud and annoying. Nobody cares who is right. Violence solves nothing.
Drunk One: Yeah...I guess you're right.
They all put their hands down.
Mikami: Psych!
Mikami sucker-punches Drunk One in the side of the head. He puts his foot on the vacated bar stool and uses it to launch off and take down Drunk Two with a dropkick. As the brains of everyone in the area finally process what has happened, Mikami is hit by a barrage of "holy shit"s and "what the hell?"s. He turns around to see two large bouncers coming towards him. He runs straight towards them and then baseball slides under their outstretched arms and between them. The path to the exit has pretty much cleared at this point and he dashes to make his escape. Fade out.
Mikami: I know, I know. It's a cliché in our business to portray one's self as a loose cannon, as someone who just does not care anymore. But you all know by now that I am not just some angry young punk, blindly rebelling. I am not the type who feels the need to ham-fistedly project an image of toughness and masculinity. No, what I am is the worst of both worlds. I am unpredictable not because I am ruled by emotion, but because I have shed the encumbering weights of norms and rules. I am not some simple anarchist looking for a good time. My ambitions are much higher.
I do not claim to be unique. You can join me, and know true freedom.
A man chooses. A slave obeys.[/i]