Nagasaki Remains in America
Jan 17, 2016 14:13:37 GMT -5
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Post by Alton Kingston on Jan 17, 2016 14:13:37 GMT -5
*SMACK*, a belt across the face of a child Nagasaki. In his home back in Nagasaki, Japan, the child is being taught a lesson by a demented father. Its darker outside than usual, the wind a little colder, life a little bleaker. This lesson is about standing up for yourself and not shaming the family name by constantly being pushed around. This is a lesson that has been taught before, much to the agony to Nagasaki and his father. This is just the welcome home in the Katsu house hold.
(These conversations take place in Japanese)
Father: Not only are you late, but you have mud on your uniform again you pathetic insect. You are lucky I only hit you once this time, my arm is still tired from your last discipline.
Nagasaki: … I’m s-sorry father.
Father: Get out of my sight pest, go do the dishes and so help me if you miss one I’ll break it over your head while you sleep.
Nagasaki: … Yes father.
Nagasaki leaves the room to clean the dishes for the dinner he got almost nothing of. Once he is done he goes upstairs to silently cry himself to sleep fearful that his father will hear and “give him something to cry about.” He awakes to a figure looming over him with a bowl in his hand.
Father: You missed one.
The figure lifts the bowl into the air and just before it connects Nagasaki awakens in his hotel room, almost drowning in a pool of sweat, heart beating erratically, he knows this means it’s the anniversary of his father’s death. This is a day that is hard for even the jovial sumo to smile, but he does anyway because every day must be meet every day with a smile and a prayer, as is sumo tradition.
Nagasaki: Nobunaga? Nobunaga are you here? I should give him a call.
Phone: …
Phone: …
Phone: …
Mr. Nobunaga: Hello?
Nagasaki: Nobunaga, my friend, where are you?!
Mr. Nobunaga: Down stairs in the gym. I need you down here, we have something we need to discuss.
The phone cuts off to a dead dial tone, Nagasaki wonders what Nobunaga wants to talk about and why he sounded so cold. Surly he would be happy after a win against the dog DeMarcus Jordan, but he hadn’t even mentioned it. Nagasaki gets up and goes to the gym, putting on his mawashi on the way out. He eventually gets to the gym and its devoid of life, even the machines seem dead. After looking around Nagasaki finally finds Mr. Nobunaga, sitting on a folding chair. Next to the Yakuza is a tire, it looks 200 lbs. at least. There is a painting of Chance Von Crank’s face on each side of the tire. Today is darker than usual.
Nagasaki: I see you have done some work on my tire! Is this what was so urgent?
Mr. Nobunaga: No. You did well by putting the mangy dog down and cementing a victory in your WCF career, but you need more.
Nagasaki: I plan on it! In fact I was going to be down here later to train! Gotta be in top shape for my next match!
Mr. Nobunaga: That is what I am here for Akane, I will make you strong.
Nagasaki: ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO TRAIN WITH ME?! WHAT FUN!
Mr. Nobunaga: This won’t be fun and by the end of this you might hate me. But if this is what I need to do to make you the best I will.
Nagasaki: What do you mean old friend?
Mr. Nobunaga: Why do you fight? To win? To be the best? The money?
Nagasaki: I fight for the glory of sumo!
Mr. Nobunaga: Then it is time for you to act like it. Tell me what is on this tire?
Nagasaki: My next opponent! He is Chance Von Crank!
Mr. Nobunaga: No. He is your enemy. He is scum. He is the dirt beneath your heel. He is your victim.
Nagasaki: I see where you are going with this but I don’t fight with anger or rage! One must be at peace to fight effectively!
Mr. Nobunaga: No. You are holding yourself back by not releasing this anger. You must fight with everything. Love, anger, bliss, rage, Yin and Yang. I need you to be willing to put your life on the line to win.
Nagasaki: How do I do this Nobunaga, I have fought with rage before and lost every time. How can I win?
Mr. Nobunaga: You lost because you lacked focus. You lost because you fought with only malice in your heart. You WILL lose if you do not harness your full potential. I will unlock that with you.
Nagasaki: With the tire?
Mr. Nobunaga: No. With your next victim.
With that Nobunaga pulls out a small piece of bamboo and motions to the tire, it’s painted on face ogling Nagasaki as he gets into his starting position. He thinks to himself everything that could possibly anger him. The comments on his twitter, nothing. Losing his first match in WCF, nothing. Deep down he knew there was only one thing that could anger him.
Mr. Nobunaga: Beat your Victim, beat Chance Von Crank. Break him.
Nagasaki charges the tire and lifts it into the air and flips it. He pauses for a moment to smile and turns to face his friend. Before he can do so he is brought to his knees by a sudden rush of pain to the back of his leg, it was his friend who struck him.
Mr. Nobunaga: Break him.
Nagasaki: AHH WHY?
Mr. Nobunaga: Have I ever lead you wrong? In all our years of friendship have I ever betrayed your trust?
Nagasaki: NO BUT OOOOOW!
Mr. Nobunaga: So trust me now old friend, I want you to complete your dream of spreading sumo to the world.
Nagasaki looked into the eyes of the man who had struck him and saw no anger, no pleasure in this pain, he knew he was only trying to help. With this Nagasaki knew he could not betray the trust of his oldest and best friend, he would become angry for him, fight for him, and release himself for him. Nagasaki stood and nodded to Nobunaga and began again picking up the tire and tossing it.
*SMACK* another blow to a bruised and battered leg. Hours later Nagasaki finds himself at his limit, his breaking point, he still wasn’t angry. He still only fought with joy and for the glory of sumo.
Mr. Nobunaga: YOU WON’T WIN. I AM BEGINNING TO THINK YOU HAVE ONLY WON BECAUSE OF LUCK.
Nagasaki: Please my friend I am tired.
Mr. Nobunaga: NO YOU ARE LAZY!
Nagasaki: NO FRIEND! I AM TIRED!
Mr. Nobunaga: You disappoint me, everyone from Nagasaki, and your father.
Nagasaki: …
Mr. Nobunaga: How do you expect to win if you don’t become strong? How can you even face a day like today without being your best, you lazy pathetic insect!
Nagasaki readies himself for another hit on the tire, he almost falls over when squatting down from the pain but manages to keep his balance through a mixture of luck and perseverance. *SMACK* another blow to his legs, but he keeps standing.
Mr. Nobunaga: Do you want to quit on me you worm? I have seen dishwashers with more strength than you!
Mr. Nofbaunthaer: You are worthless!
Mr. Father: Quit then! Don’t waste my time or Chance Von Cranks! That vile filth is worth more than you if you cannot fight with everything you have!
Father: YOU ARE PATHETIC! THE FACT THAT YOU ARE A SPAWN OF MINE MAKES ME SICK! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE SMOTHERED YOU AS AN INFANT, BUT NO I HAD HOPE I’D HAVE A SON WHO IS WORTH A DAMN! GIVE UP!
Nagasaki charges the face of Chance Von Crank, lifting the body above his head, and with a banzai roar he rips it in half. Nobunaga cracks a smile at the sight of the tire ripped in two, a half held in each shaking, bloodied hand. He pulls out a Kamikaze headband and holds it out in front of him.
Mr. Nobunaga: I am proud of you Akane, your ancestors are proud of you, you need not tell me what caused your break through but know this: when you are in the ring do not see Chance Von Crank as your friend, do not see him as a potential partner. See him as your next victory, see him as what pushed you through. You must be savage with your attacks against this mongrel, precise in every strike. I have one more gift for you my friend, this mask. Remember this feeling whenever you wear it, this is who you are when you wear this mask. The great strength you wielded just now when you let out that banzai roar, you will feel this again when you wear this headband. When you see Chance Von Crank, see what brought you to this point and break him.
The sumo releases the halves of the tire and collects himself. He uses all the strength he can muster to keep from falling over and blacking out. He looks at his friend in the eyes and he smiles at him. He knows the words he rings are true, if he can call upon this strength again he can win any match.
Nagasaki: The JOY of sumo, Nobunaga. I wish to spread the JOY OF SUMO THE WORLD!
The titanic sumo collapse’s on the ground in front of Nobunaga. His snoring could have been heard from the pent house of the hotel, it was much needed rest after training that could have killed a weaker man. Nagasaki wakes up in his bed with bandages on his feet and hands, the mask and head band placed in the box next to him with a note on it. The note, written in Nobunaga’s hand writing says, “Meet me down stairs press conference. Put on your robes.” Nagasaki roles out of bed so sore he can hardly stand, but he hold himself up and walk to the closet. He puts on his finest silk robe and looks at himself in the mirror and smiles.
Nagasaki: I’ll show THE WORLD THE JOY OF SUMO HAHA!
Cut to down stairs, the press is lined up outside the door to the conference room, all of them with questions to storm the jovial sumo.
Nagasaki: HELLO! Let’s get this started! I’ll get the door!
Nagasaki greets everyone individually with a warm hello, the kind of hello that lets them know that he considers them good friends. No matter how much his body aches he still holds a smile on his face to make everyone feel comfortable. Once everyone has entered the room he follows and closes the door behind him and notices on the stage his friend and new trainer Mr. Nobunaga and walks up to him to sit in the open chair.
Mr. Nobunaga: I figured you would still be asleep, you are stronger than I could have imagined.
Nagasaki: That kind of training will make anyone strong!
Mr. Nobunaga: True but I thought you would be asleep for an extra day.
Nagasaki: Want to run that by me again?
Mr. Nobunaga: Ya you passed out for around two days.
Nagasaki: HAHAHA! WELL I NEED TO CATCH UP ON EATING THEN!
(This conversation takes place in English)
Mr. Nobunaga: Welcome and thank you for coming to this press conference for the upcoming match, Nagasaki vs Chance Von Crank. We will begin taking questions now.
Press 1: How do you feel about Chance Von Crank going against you in a 1v1 scenario?
Nagasaki: HA I have been waiting for an opportunity to have a good 1ON 1 MATCH! THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR!
Mr. Nobunaga: As you can see my client is excited for this match.
Nagasaki: VERY!
Mr. Nobunaga: *Ahem* as I was saying. He is very excited for this match as this is what he is used to as sumo wrestler. A one on one match with no one to worry about other than your opponent, even if your opponent is a cancer on society that should be carved out and discarded like the trash he is.
Press 2: What advice do you have for cVc?
Nagasaki: learn the ART of sumo. Give up the drugs so you can put some meat on those bones! Chanko-Nabe soup is a great place to start! OH AND PLENTY OF SAKE!
Press 3: How do you feel about being paid in cookies? As a sumo that must be nice!
Nagasaki: I beg your pardon?
Press 3: The being paid in cookies?
Nagasaki: I MUST GO. A DEBT TO ME MUST BE PAID. NOBUNAGA BE MY VOICE.
Nagasaki left from his chair and ran with the speed of ten men, literally breaking the door to the lobby of its hinges, running out into the side walk and hailing a cab. Once in, he could be heard shouting the directions to the WCF office for a few blocks.
Press 2: I guess he is pretty happy with being paid in cookies.
Mr. Nobunaga: He has a bit of a sweet tooth. Well let’s continue as he left me to be his voice.
Press 4: What makes him able to beat Chance Von Crank?
Mr. Nobunaga: A better questing is what makes that cancer think he can beat my client. Chance Von Crank is worthless, he is some vile snake from the back woods of nowhere. He is a mangy dog that is in need of putting down, but even death is more honor than he deserves. I have spoken poorly of DeMarcus Jordan but at least he could back up his claims of being competent, this “man” has yet to do so. The fact that his name is the trailer part prodigy is more than enough evidence to show how worthless he really is. I wonder at what point did is father look him in the eyes and say, “I wish you were never born” then blow his brains out to paint the back wall of whatever meth house he was birthed in. My client has been holding himself back, but no more. He understands what is on the line here and that will make him fierce, as much of a lovable giant Akane is, Chance Von Cunt is a going to be a victim of his. In Japan Chance Von Crank would have been handed a noose and told to go into Aokigahara, the suicide forest, to do the entire human race a favor and kill himself. Hell that woman he is with is the only thing worthwhile about Chance because she is worth more on the street than his entire mobile home and life. In Fact the reason he sent a VHS tape in is because he a poor, pathetic, lower class, leech of the government, piece of human garbage. The Fact that the WCF allowed some gutter crawling, dumpster diving, human trash into it brings great shame upon the fed. Chance wishes to instill fear into his opponent but he better listen up because the most something like him could ever do to my client is instill pity, if even that. Chance is going to lose and with any luck he will be sent home to his trailer part crying and broken only to find that it has been burned down because that woman, who is worth more than him in every conceivable way, has come to her senses and torched it. My client has skill, he was a yokozuna, the best sumo in Japan. A dog is not a worthy opponent for my client, and when he wins, he will show the world the strength, glory and joy of sumo.
Press 4: You certainly said a mouth full Mr. Nobunaga. Has Nagasaki been training for this match?
Mr. Nobunaga: Of course he has! I have been training him to fight with everything he has. I have been training him to put everything on the line and fight with everything he has got. Akane is willing to die for what he believes in and if that means pushing himself beyond his limits to cement a victory for sumo. Someone like Chance Von Crank will not stand a chance against my client in the ring because he is a better fight, wrestler and all around human than that godless, not worth the shit under my boot, dog. Someone like Chance Von Crank is underserving of this match against my client. My client has gone up against someone with skill, DeMarcus Jordan, twice. He showed his resilience in his first match when continued to fight after taking a dirty hit below the belt. True he may have lost that match, but he is not the one who got pinned. He stood his ground and fought the entire time. He showed his ability to work with a partner in his second match and won against DeMarcus Jordan and Bad News Benson. He won by knocking Demarcus Jordan to the ground and dropping the Fat Man on him, he dropped the fat man on America. If he can win against someone who actually has skill then a worthless shell of a man like Chance has no chance. This meeting is over.
And with that Nobunaga left the stunned crowd. He decided to go to the bar in the hotel to relax after losing his head at the conference. Hours later Nobunaga returned to the hotel room he and Nagasaki shared to find Nagasaki laying on the floor covered in crumbs and packages of cookies.
Mr. Nobunaga: I hope you have been enjoying yourself.
Nagasaki: I… Needed… To… Gain… Weight….
Mr. Nobunaga: Get some rest because tomorrow we train again. Are you serious about your match?
Nagasaki: I… Will… Spread the… Joy… of sumo… To World….. Once I win….. HA…
Mr. Nobunaga: All I needed to hear.
END
(Blue: Nagasaki, Purple: Nobunaga, Orange: Nagasaki's Father)
(These conversations take place in Japanese)
Father: Not only are you late, but you have mud on your uniform again you pathetic insect. You are lucky I only hit you once this time, my arm is still tired from your last discipline.
Nagasaki: … I’m s-sorry father.
Father: Get out of my sight pest, go do the dishes and so help me if you miss one I’ll break it over your head while you sleep.
Nagasaki: … Yes father.
Nagasaki leaves the room to clean the dishes for the dinner he got almost nothing of. Once he is done he goes upstairs to silently cry himself to sleep fearful that his father will hear and “give him something to cry about.” He awakes to a figure looming over him with a bowl in his hand.
Father: You missed one.
The figure lifts the bowl into the air and just before it connects Nagasaki awakens in his hotel room, almost drowning in a pool of sweat, heart beating erratically, he knows this means it’s the anniversary of his father’s death. This is a day that is hard for even the jovial sumo to smile, but he does anyway because every day must be meet every day with a smile and a prayer, as is sumo tradition.
Nagasaki: Nobunaga? Nobunaga are you here? I should give him a call.
Phone: …
Phone: …
Phone: …
Mr. Nobunaga: Hello?
Nagasaki: Nobunaga, my friend, where are you?!
Mr. Nobunaga: Down stairs in the gym. I need you down here, we have something we need to discuss.
The phone cuts off to a dead dial tone, Nagasaki wonders what Nobunaga wants to talk about and why he sounded so cold. Surly he would be happy after a win against the dog DeMarcus Jordan, but he hadn’t even mentioned it. Nagasaki gets up and goes to the gym, putting on his mawashi on the way out. He eventually gets to the gym and its devoid of life, even the machines seem dead. After looking around Nagasaki finally finds Mr. Nobunaga, sitting on a folding chair. Next to the Yakuza is a tire, it looks 200 lbs. at least. There is a painting of Chance Von Crank’s face on each side of the tire. Today is darker than usual.
Nagasaki: I see you have done some work on my tire! Is this what was so urgent?
Mr. Nobunaga: No. You did well by putting the mangy dog down and cementing a victory in your WCF career, but you need more.
Nagasaki: I plan on it! In fact I was going to be down here later to train! Gotta be in top shape for my next match!
Mr. Nobunaga: That is what I am here for Akane, I will make you strong.
Nagasaki: ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO TRAIN WITH ME?! WHAT FUN!
Mr. Nobunaga: This won’t be fun and by the end of this you might hate me. But if this is what I need to do to make you the best I will.
Nagasaki: What do you mean old friend?
Mr. Nobunaga: Why do you fight? To win? To be the best? The money?
Nagasaki: I fight for the glory of sumo!
Mr. Nobunaga: Then it is time for you to act like it. Tell me what is on this tire?
Nagasaki: My next opponent! He is Chance Von Crank!
Mr. Nobunaga: No. He is your enemy. He is scum. He is the dirt beneath your heel. He is your victim.
Nagasaki: I see where you are going with this but I don’t fight with anger or rage! One must be at peace to fight effectively!
Mr. Nobunaga: No. You are holding yourself back by not releasing this anger. You must fight with everything. Love, anger, bliss, rage, Yin and Yang. I need you to be willing to put your life on the line to win.
Nagasaki: How do I do this Nobunaga, I have fought with rage before and lost every time. How can I win?
Mr. Nobunaga: You lost because you lacked focus. You lost because you fought with only malice in your heart. You WILL lose if you do not harness your full potential. I will unlock that with you.
Nagasaki: With the tire?
Mr. Nobunaga: No. With your next victim.
With that Nobunaga pulls out a small piece of bamboo and motions to the tire, it’s painted on face ogling Nagasaki as he gets into his starting position. He thinks to himself everything that could possibly anger him. The comments on his twitter, nothing. Losing his first match in WCF, nothing. Deep down he knew there was only one thing that could anger him.
Mr. Nobunaga: Beat your Victim, beat Chance Von Crank. Break him.
Nagasaki charges the tire and lifts it into the air and flips it. He pauses for a moment to smile and turns to face his friend. Before he can do so he is brought to his knees by a sudden rush of pain to the back of his leg, it was his friend who struck him.
Mr. Nobunaga: Break him.
Nagasaki: AHH WHY?
Mr. Nobunaga: Have I ever lead you wrong? In all our years of friendship have I ever betrayed your trust?
Nagasaki: NO BUT OOOOOW!
Mr. Nobunaga: So trust me now old friend, I want you to complete your dream of spreading sumo to the world.
Nagasaki looked into the eyes of the man who had struck him and saw no anger, no pleasure in this pain, he knew he was only trying to help. With this Nagasaki knew he could not betray the trust of his oldest and best friend, he would become angry for him, fight for him, and release himself for him. Nagasaki stood and nodded to Nobunaga and began again picking up the tire and tossing it.
*SMACK* another blow to a bruised and battered leg. Hours later Nagasaki finds himself at his limit, his breaking point, he still wasn’t angry. He still only fought with joy and for the glory of sumo.
Mr. Nobunaga: YOU WON’T WIN. I AM BEGINNING TO THINK YOU HAVE ONLY WON BECAUSE OF LUCK.
Nagasaki: Please my friend I am tired.
Mr. Nobunaga: NO YOU ARE LAZY!
Nagasaki: NO FRIEND! I AM TIRED!
Mr. Nobunaga: You disappoint me, everyone from Nagasaki, and your father.
Nagasaki: …
Mr. Nobunaga: How do you expect to win if you don’t become strong? How can you even face a day like today without being your best, you lazy pathetic insect!
Nagasaki readies himself for another hit on the tire, he almost falls over when squatting down from the pain but manages to keep his balance through a mixture of luck and perseverance. *SMACK* another blow to his legs, but he keeps standing.
Mr. Nobunaga: Do you want to quit on me you worm? I have seen dishwashers with more strength than you!
Mr. Nofbaunthaer: You are worthless!
Mr. Father: Quit then! Don’t waste my time or Chance Von Cranks! That vile filth is worth more than you if you cannot fight with everything you have!
Father: YOU ARE PATHETIC! THE FACT THAT YOU ARE A SPAWN OF MINE MAKES ME SICK! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE SMOTHERED YOU AS AN INFANT, BUT NO I HAD HOPE I’D HAVE A SON WHO IS WORTH A DAMN! GIVE UP!
Nagasaki charges the face of Chance Von Crank, lifting the body above his head, and with a banzai roar he rips it in half. Nobunaga cracks a smile at the sight of the tire ripped in two, a half held in each shaking, bloodied hand. He pulls out a Kamikaze headband and holds it out in front of him.
Mr. Nobunaga: I am proud of you Akane, your ancestors are proud of you, you need not tell me what caused your break through but know this: when you are in the ring do not see Chance Von Crank as your friend, do not see him as a potential partner. See him as your next victory, see him as what pushed you through. You must be savage with your attacks against this mongrel, precise in every strike. I have one more gift for you my friend, this mask. Remember this feeling whenever you wear it, this is who you are when you wear this mask. The great strength you wielded just now when you let out that banzai roar, you will feel this again when you wear this headband. When you see Chance Von Crank, see what brought you to this point and break him.
The sumo releases the halves of the tire and collects himself. He uses all the strength he can muster to keep from falling over and blacking out. He looks at his friend in the eyes and he smiles at him. He knows the words he rings are true, if he can call upon this strength again he can win any match.
Nagasaki: The JOY of sumo, Nobunaga. I wish to spread the JOY OF SUMO THE WORLD!
The titanic sumo collapse’s on the ground in front of Nobunaga. His snoring could have been heard from the pent house of the hotel, it was much needed rest after training that could have killed a weaker man. Nagasaki wakes up in his bed with bandages on his feet and hands, the mask and head band placed in the box next to him with a note on it. The note, written in Nobunaga’s hand writing says, “Meet me down stairs press conference. Put on your robes.” Nagasaki roles out of bed so sore he can hardly stand, but he hold himself up and walk to the closet. He puts on his finest silk robe and looks at himself in the mirror and smiles.
Nagasaki: I’ll show THE WORLD THE JOY OF SUMO HAHA!
Cut to down stairs, the press is lined up outside the door to the conference room, all of them with questions to storm the jovial sumo.
Nagasaki: HELLO! Let’s get this started! I’ll get the door!
Nagasaki greets everyone individually with a warm hello, the kind of hello that lets them know that he considers them good friends. No matter how much his body aches he still holds a smile on his face to make everyone feel comfortable. Once everyone has entered the room he follows and closes the door behind him and notices on the stage his friend and new trainer Mr. Nobunaga and walks up to him to sit in the open chair.
Mr. Nobunaga: I figured you would still be asleep, you are stronger than I could have imagined.
Nagasaki: That kind of training will make anyone strong!
Mr. Nobunaga: True but I thought you would be asleep for an extra day.
Nagasaki: Want to run that by me again?
Mr. Nobunaga: Ya you passed out for around two days.
Nagasaki: HAHAHA! WELL I NEED TO CATCH UP ON EATING THEN!
(This conversation takes place in English)
Mr. Nobunaga: Welcome and thank you for coming to this press conference for the upcoming match, Nagasaki vs Chance Von Crank. We will begin taking questions now.
Press 1: How do you feel about Chance Von Crank going against you in a 1v1 scenario?
Nagasaki: HA I have been waiting for an opportunity to have a good 1ON 1 MATCH! THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR!
Mr. Nobunaga: As you can see my client is excited for this match.
Nagasaki: VERY!
Mr. Nobunaga: *Ahem* as I was saying. He is very excited for this match as this is what he is used to as sumo wrestler. A one on one match with no one to worry about other than your opponent, even if your opponent is a cancer on society that should be carved out and discarded like the trash he is.
Press 2: What advice do you have for cVc?
Nagasaki: learn the ART of sumo. Give up the drugs so you can put some meat on those bones! Chanko-Nabe soup is a great place to start! OH AND PLENTY OF SAKE!
Press 3: How do you feel about being paid in cookies? As a sumo that must be nice!
Nagasaki: I beg your pardon?
Press 3: The being paid in cookies?
Nagasaki: I MUST GO. A DEBT TO ME MUST BE PAID. NOBUNAGA BE MY VOICE.
Nagasaki left from his chair and ran with the speed of ten men, literally breaking the door to the lobby of its hinges, running out into the side walk and hailing a cab. Once in, he could be heard shouting the directions to the WCF office for a few blocks.
Press 2: I guess he is pretty happy with being paid in cookies.
Mr. Nobunaga: He has a bit of a sweet tooth. Well let’s continue as he left me to be his voice.
Press 4: What makes him able to beat Chance Von Crank?
Mr. Nobunaga: A better questing is what makes that cancer think he can beat my client. Chance Von Crank is worthless, he is some vile snake from the back woods of nowhere. He is a mangy dog that is in need of putting down, but even death is more honor than he deserves. I have spoken poorly of DeMarcus Jordan but at least he could back up his claims of being competent, this “man” has yet to do so. The fact that his name is the trailer part prodigy is more than enough evidence to show how worthless he really is. I wonder at what point did is father look him in the eyes and say, “I wish you were never born” then blow his brains out to paint the back wall of whatever meth house he was birthed in. My client has been holding himself back, but no more. He understands what is on the line here and that will make him fierce, as much of a lovable giant Akane is, Chance Von Cunt is a going to be a victim of his. In Japan Chance Von Crank would have been handed a noose and told to go into Aokigahara, the suicide forest, to do the entire human race a favor and kill himself. Hell that woman he is with is the only thing worthwhile about Chance because she is worth more on the street than his entire mobile home and life. In Fact the reason he sent a VHS tape in is because he a poor, pathetic, lower class, leech of the government, piece of human garbage. The Fact that the WCF allowed some gutter crawling, dumpster diving, human trash into it brings great shame upon the fed. Chance wishes to instill fear into his opponent but he better listen up because the most something like him could ever do to my client is instill pity, if even that. Chance is going to lose and with any luck he will be sent home to his trailer part crying and broken only to find that it has been burned down because that woman, who is worth more than him in every conceivable way, has come to her senses and torched it. My client has skill, he was a yokozuna, the best sumo in Japan. A dog is not a worthy opponent for my client, and when he wins, he will show the world the strength, glory and joy of sumo.
Press 4: You certainly said a mouth full Mr. Nobunaga. Has Nagasaki been training for this match?
Mr. Nobunaga: Of course he has! I have been training him to fight with everything he has. I have been training him to put everything on the line and fight with everything he has got. Akane is willing to die for what he believes in and if that means pushing himself beyond his limits to cement a victory for sumo. Someone like Chance Von Crank will not stand a chance against my client in the ring because he is a better fight, wrestler and all around human than that godless, not worth the shit under my boot, dog. Someone like Chance Von Crank is underserving of this match against my client. My client has gone up against someone with skill, DeMarcus Jordan, twice. He showed his resilience in his first match when continued to fight after taking a dirty hit below the belt. True he may have lost that match, but he is not the one who got pinned. He stood his ground and fought the entire time. He showed his ability to work with a partner in his second match and won against DeMarcus Jordan and Bad News Benson. He won by knocking Demarcus Jordan to the ground and dropping the Fat Man on him, he dropped the fat man on America. If he can win against someone who actually has skill then a worthless shell of a man like Chance has no chance. This meeting is over.
And with that Nobunaga left the stunned crowd. He decided to go to the bar in the hotel to relax after losing his head at the conference. Hours later Nobunaga returned to the hotel room he and Nagasaki shared to find Nagasaki laying on the floor covered in crumbs and packages of cookies.
Mr. Nobunaga: I hope you have been enjoying yourself.
Nagasaki: I… Needed… To… Gain… Weight….
Mr. Nobunaga: Get some rest because tomorrow we train again. Are you serious about your match?
Nagasaki: I… Will… Spread the… Joy… of sumo… To World….. Once I win….. HA…
Mr. Nobunaga: All I needed to hear.
END
(Blue: Nagasaki, Purple: Nobunaga, Orange: Nagasaki's Father)
