[ WP ] You have been kidnapped by the main group from the last show you watched . But it 's alright , the hero from the last video game you played is coming to save you .

You know, I thought to myself, having given up struggling against the rope that bound my hands to the wooden chair, being kidnapped by jazz musicians was n't so bad. The underground music room about me was filled with the wild, swinging sound of piano and drums as two Japanese teenagers played in what could only be described as both harmony and discord. It was strange; as I was being unexpectadly kidnapped by the bigger one, there seemed to be a certain tension between him and the other smaller one that melted away as they begin to play. Their third accomplice, an attractive, pig tailed girl, sat on the nearby stairwell, smiling as she gazed at the two of them. Getting lost in the jaunty music, I could almost forget that they kidnapped me. 
 Though, truthfully, I was n't entirely sure why they did, or why they brought me into the bricked room beneath the record shop. They seemed like good kids. I was nearly entirely sure that they were going to steal my organs or rob me as they took me behind the thick steel door, but it seems like they have nothing more to do in their lives beyond play jazz ( and judging by the two males, stare at each other with slight sense of homoeroticism ). Their session finished, they seemed to ignore my presence, almost as if they were as unsure of their actions as I was. 
 “ That was great, Kauro, Sentaro! ” she smiled, clasping her hands together. 
 “ It sure was! ” I agree, squirming in my seat. “ Can you let me go now? ” 
 “ Hah! But this guy does n't get jazz at all! ” the larger one beat his drums a few times, drowning out my cries for help. The smaller one took of his glasses and looked away mysteriously. Above the sounds of beating drums, there came a heavy knocking from up stairs. I could faintly here cries for help. 
 “ Wha- ” the girl began in confusion just as the heavy steel door flew from it's hinges, Mitsurugi flying through the dust and debris as he wildly swung is blood covered sword. 
 “ YOU SHALL TASTE THE WRATH OF MY BLADE! ” he yelled. Suddenly, I realized that I was actually the legendary Soul Edge, of which various fighters from around the world would compete for in global fighting competitions. 
 “ Hah! I'll show you- ” the bigger one began before being mercilessly cut down by the mighty Mitsurugi, whose strength could never be matched by any ordinary human being. 
 “ I'LL SEE YOU HELL! ” Misturugi yelled, sheathing his sword as he grabbed me. Harnessing my power just as several armed police burst through the destroyed door frame, the mighty Warring States era warrior deflected a the oncoming wave of police bullets. “ WERE YOU EVEN TRYING? ” he yelled, cutting through them as he dashed into the sun set, disappearing to live the quite life of a farmer for some reason.
