Post by The Cosplay Playboy on Jun 1, 2014 22:18:30 GMT -6
May 27, 2014
STARHEART Enterprises
Chiyoda, Tokyo, Japan
Many months have passed. MANY months have passed since we found ourselves in the corporate offices of STARHEART enterprises. Y’know, tall place with buildings area, STARHEART having the most giant building and surprisingly not as a way of highlighting a compensation joke. New management is still there. New management is in the driver’s seat in fact, having already eliminated the majority OF IDOLS THAT WORK FOR THEIR COMPANY, ALMOST HAVING REACHED THEIR ULTIMATE GOAL OF REBRANDING STARHEART ENTERPRISES AS A SOLE ENTITY DEDICATED TO ALL THAT IS METAL! AND NOT THAT VISUAL KEI BULLSHIT EITHER!!!!!
The CEO of STARHEART Enterprises, who insisted on having the biggest office because he’s the motherfucking boss all up in this bitch is still just about as we last saw him: bald, horn-rimmed glasses, suit and tie and a cigar in his mouth, because all CEOs that wanna look intimidating as shit have some sort of vice that will kill them at their immediate disposition, whether it’s through drinks, smoking utensils or even evil, cuddly kittens that will bite your face off in a matter of seconds...
On his table is a report. A report relaying to him the short history of OUR FABULOUSLY GALACTIC HEROES…THE GALACTIC PRETTY BOYS!!!! A history of their struggles in the land of America (which totally does include a victory – their first one, in fact – along with the losses and them getting their asses kicked by other Japanese people of doom), one that brings a smile to the CEO in question as he laughs. Evilly. Like, a lot. Because his master plan is on deck here and he isn’t even really having to do anything to make sure our main heroes are absolutely dismantled and the METAL~! takeover of STARHEART Enterprises is complete.
…This bit of a lazy update on the antagonist aside, let’s get the story back to our main heroes, shall we?
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May 27, 2014
Astoria, New York
“Oh come on, you two!”
Our scene be in a very small gym in one of the areas in the borough of Queens, New York. A gym containing a nice sized wrestling ring that Sugata Hotaru and Takuto Shindo currently find themselves face down onto and struggling to get back to their feet. Our main heroes look to be in a massive, very unpractical pickle here (even though they’re just practicing), as one man looks at them from the corner disapprovingly. Body built like a Spartan, brown hair falling down to his neck, almond shaped green eyes, he’s wearing a red t-shirt and black sweatpants and has a look of disapproval in him. He’s a former tag team champion in his own right, the first graduate of All Star Wrestling Gym and perhaps one of the greatest young wrestlers around today…his name is Leander Apollo.
And right now, he’s putting our galactic heroes through the wringer.
Apollo: …Do you both seriously think you stand a chance like this?
Leo had been brought not only due to his fascination with Gundams but because he was really good at teaching people stuff. So, Mai Hotaru made sure to hire him to temporarily train our Galactic Pretty Boy heroes after they’ve gotten their asses kicked by the debuting, fierce and mean Damage Inc. ladies not only once, but twice in order to stand a fighting chance…but alas, you know how these things go, it takes a while to get it right and then you cue the montage.
LET’SSSSSS FIGHTING LO-
Nope. We’re not doing it now.
Takuto: HEY~! We trying our best here.
Apollo: Well, your best sucks. How have you even landed jobs, let alone even managed to survive in a ring?
Sugata: We dedicate to much great performance. We no care how many time we beat. We no care if loss. As long as fan go happy home.
Sugata’s on his hands and knees, struggling to get up, but the look he flashes Leander Apollo is one of defiance.
Sugata: You not much help either. DEAR SISTER~! thinks you good sensei. I no see it. You no help performance. You just beat us around like Brett Sands beat you in PDW.
…And his tone is enough to get Apollo out of the corner, YANKING him by his t-shirt back to his feet before he drops Sugata with a left elbow to the side of the head. It’s what happens when you invoke the BS thing. Still a sore subject in many platinum, dynasty worthy ways for the hired trainer in question.
Apollo: …And for being Mai’s little brother, you’re an even lazier shit than her when it comes to wrestling, you know that? Oh, you’ll spend hours on your choreography for some gig she managed to land you two in New York but you won’t give me the fucking courtesy of putting an hour’s worth of work in this ring after she hired me to help you, so that you WON’T get demolished by Damage Inc. like you two have been over the past month…
Leander seems about ready to grab Sugata again, when Takuto darts himself in between their trainer and his own tag team partner.
Takuto: Look, Apollo-san, Sugata is bit not smart. Please don’t hurt him more. Been long day for all of us. Plus, need him awake. Big show tomorrow for us here. You understand, yes?
Leander glances down at Takuto, before taking a step back and sighing.
Apollo: You’re a better tag team partner than that kid deserves. Fine. Take your stuff, clean up and get out. We’ve got one more session tomorrow before you all leave…you so much as slack on it and I don’t guarantee you two make it to your show.
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Later That Night…
The sound of a fist banging against the wall of a rather small hotel room in Queens is heard.
Oh and obvious disclaimer that everything in this is in Japanese…and because this is still an off-camera, it’s actually going to be accurate, typed in perfect English and NOT powered by the #BasedHSTranslator. That pleasurable amount of joy can only be experienced when our galactic heroes are having their faces shown by the cameras, you know?
Sugata: Dammit! Who the hell does that guy think he is?
Takuto: Preeeeeetty sure he’s the one your sister assigned to help us not DIE against the not-so-fabulous women we’re facing in an official match.
Sugata: Yeah, but to treat us like he did? All wrestlers are the same, Takuto, I swear.
Takuto: All of them? I don’t know, Sugata…look, I like some of the people we work with. You can see people like Devan, Togo, Shozo and Shinji giving it their best out there and being legitimate about it.
Sugata: That’s because you don’t know them…and to them, we’re the funny dressed foreigners who don’t belong inside of a ring. They would much rather leave us to the wolves like Damage Inc. than raise a finger to help us. It’s how wrestling works…
Takuto: Why do you resent it as much as you do, Sugata? I know that your mom wasn’t really a role model by any means, but you can’t just…you can’t just judge everybody that goes into that ring because you have mommy issues.
Sugata: Hey, they’re all just like her. They’re selfish, they don’t really care about the people around them and Takuto, if you give him any length of rope, they’ll choke you with it until you can’t do this anymore.
Takuto: And yet…you’re still doing this alongside me…
Sugata: Because our group. Our dance, our songs, our EVERYTHING! All that we worked hard for could go to waste if we don’t nail this gig. Our own CEO is about ready to give up on us, leave us here to rot until our contracts are over if we don’t perform.
Takuto: I mean…no, I don’t want to lose the Galactic Pretty Boys. Like you said, we’ve worked hard to get here. But come on, man…just because it’s wrestling, that doesn’t mean that it can’t be fun.
Takuto glances over at Sugata, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder.
Takuto: Maybe it wasn’t fun because your mom was so obsessed with it to where she ignored everything else around her. But just because you have the last name, that doesn’t mean you have to…you know, be like her. Your sister isn’t anything like her.
Sugata: Yeah. She’s somehow the anti-thesis of my mother and vilified for it. Hell, I’m vilified for it now myself given our gig. She said I either took it seriously or that I should go get dropped on my neck to save her the discomfort of having to see the family name embarrassed.
Takuto: …One, that’s extremely harsh. Two, like I was saying, you don’t need to be like her. You don’t need to be in this business and be like her at all. You can have fun with it. Just like I am, dude. …Just like you do when we go out through that curtain.
Sugata: Getting beaten up over nothing isn’t exactly fun, Takuto.
Takuto: Then we get better at this. We get so good that nobody can touch us. We give them a show that they never forget before we’re even inside the ring and when we’re in there…we have them all by the palm of our hands! Fans, opponents, referees, it doesn’t matter.
Sugata: Takuto…
Takuto: I mean, I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. We never really got proper training…
Both Galactic Pretty Boys shudder at the three or four months of “training” that they did receive. Literally, all they did was take bumps and execute silly things like arm drags, collar-to-elbow tie-ups and run the ropes. That was it. No advanced technical moves, no open practices, nothing…in fact, just about all other moves they even knew they either did on athletic instinct or because they picked it up on a telecast and then tried executing it on another one in empty rings whenever they could.
Sugata: I guess that makes Apollo-san our first real trainer, technically?
Takuto: YUP~! So, maybe you shouldn’t give him such a hard time tomorrow like you have all week, eh?
Sugata: I still don’t like him. And don’t think he’s even that good, anyway.
Takuto: He better than us, Sugata. Far better. And so is Damage Inc. We need all the help we can get.
Sugata: …I’ll agree to his help…but he has to help us do this our way. Not his. Not anybody else’s.
Takuto’s eyes widen for a moment before his lips curl into a FABULOUS~! smile.
Takuto: Of course. We’re the Galactic Pretty Boys. We’re more than just wrestlers, we’re entertainers at heart. If we’re going to take on Damage Inc., it’s going to be with flair…and style…AND MUCH SPARKLING JOY!
Sugata: …Come to think of it, what happens if we do beat them?
Takuto: Then perhaps we get another chance at Rush Hour…and the titles they’re holding…
Sugata: Titles, huh? Never thought of that since we started here.
Takuto: Think about it this way, man. If we can go this far and somehow even win titles? That raises our profile to international fan base. That puts us on news. And they can’t go thru and just let us go if we make them money, right?
Sugata: Right!
Takuto: But for now…let’s focus on just surviving training tomorrow, eh?
Sugata: Yeah. Speaking of training, wanna go over the routine for the show tomorrow?
Takuto: OSU~! Let’s dance to our heart’s content!
…and because this is near two thousand words already, we’re fading into black as our heroes prepare ourselves for a big show, Leander Apollo’s brutal training AND Damage Inc. at (R)evolution Dojo!
STARHEART Enterprises
Chiyoda, Tokyo, Japan
Many months have passed. MANY months have passed since we found ourselves in the corporate offices of STARHEART enterprises. Y’know, tall place with buildings area, STARHEART having the most giant building and surprisingly not as a way of highlighting a compensation joke. New management is still there. New management is in the driver’s seat in fact, having already eliminated the majority OF IDOLS THAT WORK FOR THEIR COMPANY, ALMOST HAVING REACHED THEIR ULTIMATE GOAL OF REBRANDING STARHEART ENTERPRISES AS A SOLE ENTITY DEDICATED TO ALL THAT IS METAL! AND NOT THAT VISUAL KEI BULLSHIT EITHER!!!!!
The CEO of STARHEART Enterprises, who insisted on having the biggest office because he’s the motherfucking boss all up in this bitch is still just about as we last saw him: bald, horn-rimmed glasses, suit and tie and a cigar in his mouth, because all CEOs that wanna look intimidating as shit have some sort of vice that will kill them at their immediate disposition, whether it’s through drinks, smoking utensils or even evil, cuddly kittens that will bite your face off in a matter of seconds...
On his table is a report. A report relaying to him the short history of OUR FABULOUSLY GALACTIC HEROES…THE GALACTIC PRETTY BOYS!!!! A history of their struggles in the land of America (which totally does include a victory – their first one, in fact – along with the losses and them getting their asses kicked by other Japanese people of doom), one that brings a smile to the CEO in question as he laughs. Evilly. Like, a lot. Because his master plan is on deck here and he isn’t even really having to do anything to make sure our main heroes are absolutely dismantled and the METAL~! takeover of STARHEART Enterprises is complete.
…This bit of a lazy update on the antagonist aside, let’s get the story back to our main heroes, shall we?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
May 27, 2014
Astoria, New York
“Oh come on, you two!”
Our scene be in a very small gym in one of the areas in the borough of Queens, New York. A gym containing a nice sized wrestling ring that Sugata Hotaru and Takuto Shindo currently find themselves face down onto and struggling to get back to their feet. Our main heroes look to be in a massive, very unpractical pickle here (even though they’re just practicing), as one man looks at them from the corner disapprovingly. Body built like a Spartan, brown hair falling down to his neck, almond shaped green eyes, he’s wearing a red t-shirt and black sweatpants and has a look of disapproval in him. He’s a former tag team champion in his own right, the first graduate of All Star Wrestling Gym and perhaps one of the greatest young wrestlers around today…his name is Leander Apollo.
And right now, he’s putting our galactic heroes through the wringer.
Apollo: …Do you both seriously think you stand a chance like this?
Leo had been brought not only due to his fascination with Gundams but because he was really good at teaching people stuff. So, Mai Hotaru made sure to hire him to temporarily train our Galactic Pretty Boy heroes after they’ve gotten their asses kicked by the debuting, fierce and mean Damage Inc. ladies not only once, but twice in order to stand a fighting chance…but alas, you know how these things go, it takes a while to get it right and then you cue the montage.
LET’SSSSSS FIGHTING LO-
Nope. We’re not doing it now.
Takuto: HEY~! We trying our best here.
Apollo: Well, your best sucks. How have you even landed jobs, let alone even managed to survive in a ring?
Sugata: We dedicate to much great performance. We no care how many time we beat. We no care if loss. As long as fan go happy home.
Sugata’s on his hands and knees, struggling to get up, but the look he flashes Leander Apollo is one of defiance.
Sugata: You not much help either. DEAR SISTER~! thinks you good sensei. I no see it. You no help performance. You just beat us around like Brett Sands beat you in PDW.
…And his tone is enough to get Apollo out of the corner, YANKING him by his t-shirt back to his feet before he drops Sugata with a left elbow to the side of the head. It’s what happens when you invoke the BS thing. Still a sore subject in many platinum, dynasty worthy ways for the hired trainer in question.
Apollo: …And for being Mai’s little brother, you’re an even lazier shit than her when it comes to wrestling, you know that? Oh, you’ll spend hours on your choreography for some gig she managed to land you two in New York but you won’t give me the fucking courtesy of putting an hour’s worth of work in this ring after she hired me to help you, so that you WON’T get demolished by Damage Inc. like you two have been over the past month…
Leander seems about ready to grab Sugata again, when Takuto darts himself in between their trainer and his own tag team partner.
Takuto: Look, Apollo-san, Sugata is bit not smart. Please don’t hurt him more. Been long day for all of us. Plus, need him awake. Big show tomorrow for us here. You understand, yes?
Leander glances down at Takuto, before taking a step back and sighing.
Apollo: You’re a better tag team partner than that kid deserves. Fine. Take your stuff, clean up and get out. We’ve got one more session tomorrow before you all leave…you so much as slack on it and I don’t guarantee you two make it to your show.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later That Night…
The sound of a fist banging against the wall of a rather small hotel room in Queens is heard.
Oh and obvious disclaimer that everything in this is in Japanese…and because this is still an off-camera, it’s actually going to be accurate, typed in perfect English and NOT powered by the #BasedHSTranslator. That pleasurable amount of joy can only be experienced when our galactic heroes are having their faces shown by the cameras, you know?
Sugata: Dammit! Who the hell does that guy think he is?
Takuto: Preeeeeetty sure he’s the one your sister assigned to help us not DIE against the not-so-fabulous women we’re facing in an official match.
Sugata: Yeah, but to treat us like he did? All wrestlers are the same, Takuto, I swear.
Takuto: All of them? I don’t know, Sugata…look, I like some of the people we work with. You can see people like Devan, Togo, Shozo and Shinji giving it their best out there and being legitimate about it.
Sugata: That’s because you don’t know them…and to them, we’re the funny dressed foreigners who don’t belong inside of a ring. They would much rather leave us to the wolves like Damage Inc. than raise a finger to help us. It’s how wrestling works…
Takuto: Why do you resent it as much as you do, Sugata? I know that your mom wasn’t really a role model by any means, but you can’t just…you can’t just judge everybody that goes into that ring because you have mommy issues.
Sugata: Hey, they’re all just like her. They’re selfish, they don’t really care about the people around them and Takuto, if you give him any length of rope, they’ll choke you with it until you can’t do this anymore.
Takuto: And yet…you’re still doing this alongside me…
Sugata: Because our group. Our dance, our songs, our EVERYTHING! All that we worked hard for could go to waste if we don’t nail this gig. Our own CEO is about ready to give up on us, leave us here to rot until our contracts are over if we don’t perform.
Takuto: I mean…no, I don’t want to lose the Galactic Pretty Boys. Like you said, we’ve worked hard to get here. But come on, man…just because it’s wrestling, that doesn’t mean that it can’t be fun.
Takuto glances over at Sugata, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder.
Takuto: Maybe it wasn’t fun because your mom was so obsessed with it to where she ignored everything else around her. But just because you have the last name, that doesn’t mean you have to…you know, be like her. Your sister isn’t anything like her.
Sugata: Yeah. She’s somehow the anti-thesis of my mother and vilified for it. Hell, I’m vilified for it now myself given our gig. She said I either took it seriously or that I should go get dropped on my neck to save her the discomfort of having to see the family name embarrassed.
Takuto: …One, that’s extremely harsh. Two, like I was saying, you don’t need to be like her. You don’t need to be in this business and be like her at all. You can have fun with it. Just like I am, dude. …Just like you do when we go out through that curtain.
Sugata: Getting beaten up over nothing isn’t exactly fun, Takuto.
Takuto: Then we get better at this. We get so good that nobody can touch us. We give them a show that they never forget before we’re even inside the ring and when we’re in there…we have them all by the palm of our hands! Fans, opponents, referees, it doesn’t matter.
Sugata: Takuto…
Takuto: I mean, I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. We never really got proper training…
Both Galactic Pretty Boys shudder at the three or four months of “training” that they did receive. Literally, all they did was take bumps and execute silly things like arm drags, collar-to-elbow tie-ups and run the ropes. That was it. No advanced technical moves, no open practices, nothing…in fact, just about all other moves they even knew they either did on athletic instinct or because they picked it up on a telecast and then tried executing it on another one in empty rings whenever they could.
Sugata: I guess that makes Apollo-san our first real trainer, technically?
Takuto: YUP~! So, maybe you shouldn’t give him such a hard time tomorrow like you have all week, eh?
Sugata: I still don’t like him. And don’t think he’s even that good, anyway.
Takuto: He better than us, Sugata. Far better. And so is Damage Inc. We need all the help we can get.
Sugata: …I’ll agree to his help…but he has to help us do this our way. Not his. Not anybody else’s.
Takuto’s eyes widen for a moment before his lips curl into a FABULOUS~! smile.
Takuto: Of course. We’re the Galactic Pretty Boys. We’re more than just wrestlers, we’re entertainers at heart. If we’re going to take on Damage Inc., it’s going to be with flair…and style…AND MUCH SPARKLING JOY!
Sugata: …Come to think of it, what happens if we do beat them?
Takuto: Then perhaps we get another chance at Rush Hour…and the titles they’re holding…
Sugata: Titles, huh? Never thought of that since we started here.
Takuto: Think about it this way, man. If we can go this far and somehow even win titles? That raises our profile to international fan base. That puts us on news. And they can’t go thru and just let us go if we make them money, right?
Sugata: Right!
Takuto: But for now…let’s focus on just surviving training tomorrow, eh?
Sugata: Yeah. Speaking of training, wanna go over the routine for the show tomorrow?
Takuto: OSU~! Let’s dance to our heart’s content!
…and because this is near two thousand words already, we’re fading into black as our heroes prepare ourselves for a big show, Leander Apollo’s brutal training AND Damage Inc. at (R)evolution Dojo!
