Post by kimo on Jul 1, 2023 2:07:46 GMT -6
The scene unfolds in the kitchen of Kimo's Redondo Beach residence in California. As the camera pans across the scene, the sounds of a sizzling stove fills the air. Kimo, whose skill in the kitchen is only surpassed by his skill in the ring, is preparing a very special dinner. He's making his wife's favorite, Medium Rare New York Strip, but this isn't just any cut of beef; Kimo has sourced the holy grail of meat—the elusive A5 grade Japanese Wagyu.
He pays strict attention, knowing that a cut of meat like this can be ruined by even the slightest misstep. When it finally reaches the desired temperature, he removes it and lets it rest on a nearby plate. Just then the door opens.
Kate: Pete, I'm home.
Kimo: How'd it go?
Kate:: What does it look like?
Kimo: Like they gave you a lot of undue stress.
Kate:: You can say that again. Anyway, something smells amazing. Are you cooking, I thought we had reservations tonight.
Kimo: I canceled them. I thought we could stay in. Besides, I got you something for our anniversary. We'll, actually, I've had it for years, but now it's finally ready. Sit down and close your eyes.
Kate:: Okay.
Kimo goes to the garage and wheels out a massive item from the garage, he sets it in place in the living room and plugs it in and turns it on. The next thing that fills the room is a familiar tune that all gamers that grew up in the 90s know.
As soon as Kate hears the music, she opens her eyes.
Kate: A Street Fighter 2 Arcade Cab?
Kimo: Not just any arcade cab, this is the exact one we played when we first met. I bought it from the owner of the Arcade bar in Torrance before it closed down.
Kate: No way, it's closed! Damn, and they had good wings, too. But is this really the one we played?
Kimo: Yup. I had it restored.
Kate: Oh, babe. I love it, but most importantly, I love you.
Kimo: I do too. I owe you everything. You helped me get my life back. I didn't know it at the time but this machine was the start of a new chapter in my life. I wanted to preserve that memory, and now I have.
Kate: And I can still kick your ass on it.
Kimo: Oh really? Are you challenging me?
Kate:(grinning) Maybe I am.
Kimo:...best of three. Loser does the dishes.
Kate: Oh it is on!!!
The couple rushes to the arcade cab, their laughter filling the air as they get ready to relive their early days together. The camera captures their lighthearted smack talk and the joy in their eyes as they immerse themselves in reliving the day that started it all.
The camera then opens to Kimo in his home gym training hard for his upcoming, debut match on Hybrid Vanguard.
Kimo: You know, love is a weird thing. It can bring total joy, but it can also bring pain. You see, for those that don't know, Kate is my second wife, when we met, I had recently finalized a very long, very public divorce with Heather Gregman. You've probably seen it on the news. Here, let me show you.
Kimo turn on the TV, which is connected to his computer and opens a video file.
Kimo pauses the video.
Kimo: You know, hearing that name just pisses me off and now I hear he's BACK! You know, dealing with this guy is like having a roach problem. You think you took care of it, but then it comes back at the worst time. Now that I think about it, he and a roach do have a lot in common. Both are difficult to get rid of and they possibly could be carrying diseases not yet known to modern science. But let's save that drama for another time. Instead, I want to focus on the unfortunate S.O.B. that the brass at Hybrid decided to put against me, Brody Slater.
To be honest, my first reaction to hearing his name was "who?!" I literally had to Google you and trust me, you weren't easy to find. What boneyard did they dig you up from? Let me guess, you peaked in high school and that makes you think you can step up to the likes of me?
You think you're gonna win because you were good at sports? Unlike you, I have proof of my achievements. You see these, my 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Degree black belts in Kyokushin Karate, my 1st and 2nd degree belts in Judo—both earned at the Kodokan, mind you—and my black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, certified by the legendary Rickson Gracie. These accomplishments alone should make it clear that you're simply not in my league.
You're simply not ready, not only just to fight me but for this level of competition as a whole. I'm in the major leagues, you're playing tee ball. I'm The Masters, you're putting around at mini-golf. I'm the NFL, you're two-hand touch in Pop Warner. I'm the Indy 500, you're the kiddie track at Go-Kart World. I'm the World Cup, and you're rec league Soccer. We're simply not the same, and I will make that painfully clear once we step in that ring.
That ego of yours will get you hurt, or worse, one of these days. So on Wednesday, it'll be my job to beat out of you and pull your head out from your ass and back on your shoulders. But we both know it won't stay there for long.
He pays strict attention, knowing that a cut of meat like this can be ruined by even the slightest misstep. When it finally reaches the desired temperature, he removes it and lets it rest on a nearby plate. Just then the door opens.
Kate: Pete, I'm home.
Kimo: How'd it go?
Kate:: What does it look like?
Kimo: Like they gave you a lot of undue stress.
Kate:: You can say that again. Anyway, something smells amazing. Are you cooking, I thought we had reservations tonight.
Kimo: I canceled them. I thought we could stay in. Besides, I got you something for our anniversary. We'll, actually, I've had it for years, but now it's finally ready. Sit down and close your eyes.
Kate:: Okay.
Kimo goes to the garage and wheels out a massive item from the garage, he sets it in place in the living room and plugs it in and turns it on. The next thing that fills the room is a familiar tune that all gamers that grew up in the 90s know.
As soon as Kate hears the music, she opens her eyes.
Kate: A Street Fighter 2 Arcade Cab?
Kimo: Not just any arcade cab, this is the exact one we played when we first met. I bought it from the owner of the Arcade bar in Torrance before it closed down.
Kate: No way, it's closed! Damn, and they had good wings, too. But is this really the one we played?
Kimo: Yup. I had it restored.
Kate: Oh, babe. I love it, but most importantly, I love you.
Kimo: I do too. I owe you everything. You helped me get my life back. I didn't know it at the time but this machine was the start of a new chapter in my life. I wanted to preserve that memory, and now I have.
Kate: And I can still kick your ass on it.
Kimo: Oh really? Are you challenging me?
Kate:(grinning) Maybe I am.
Kimo:...best of three. Loser does the dishes.
Kate: Oh it is on!!!
The couple rushes to the arcade cab, their laughter filling the air as they get ready to relive their early days together. The camera captures their lighthearted smack talk and the joy in their eyes as they immerse themselves in reliving the day that started it all.
The camera then opens to Kimo in his home gym training hard for his upcoming, debut match on Hybrid Vanguard.
Kimo: You know, love is a weird thing. It can bring total joy, but it can also bring pain. You see, for those that don't know, Kate is my second wife, when we met, I had recently finalized a very long, very public divorce with Heather Gregman. You've probably seen it on the news. Here, let me show you.
Kimo turn on the TV, which is connected to his computer and opens a video file.
Voice over: "He was at the top of his game, a world champion MMA Fighter, and a beloved figure in sports entertainment. However, a very public divorce from his then-wife, Heather Gregman, brought him to near ruin when she revealed that she had been having an affair with Josh Woodrum, a noted pornographer and a rival wrestler."
Kimo pauses the video.
Kimo: You know, hearing that name just pisses me off and now I hear he's BACK! You know, dealing with this guy is like having a roach problem. You think you took care of it, but then it comes back at the worst time. Now that I think about it, he and a roach do have a lot in common. Both are difficult to get rid of and they possibly could be carrying diseases not yet known to modern science. But let's save that drama for another time. Instead, I want to focus on the unfortunate S.O.B. that the brass at Hybrid decided to put against me, Brody Slater.
To be honest, my first reaction to hearing his name was "who?!" I literally had to Google you and trust me, you weren't easy to find. What boneyard did they dig you up from? Let me guess, you peaked in high school and that makes you think you can step up to the likes of me?
You think you're gonna win because you were good at sports? Unlike you, I have proof of my achievements. You see these, my 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Degree black belts in Kyokushin Karate, my 1st and 2nd degree belts in Judo—both earned at the Kodokan, mind you—and my black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, certified by the legendary Rickson Gracie. These accomplishments alone should make it clear that you're simply not in my league.
You're simply not ready, not only just to fight me but for this level of competition as a whole. I'm in the major leagues, you're playing tee ball. I'm The Masters, you're putting around at mini-golf. I'm the NFL, you're two-hand touch in Pop Warner. I'm the Indy 500, you're the kiddie track at Go-Kart World. I'm the World Cup, and you're rec league Soccer. We're simply not the same, and I will make that painfully clear once we step in that ring.
That ego of yours will get you hurt, or worse, one of these days. So on Wednesday, it'll be my job to beat out of you and pull your head out from your ass and back on your shoulders. But we both know it won't stay there for long.
