[Fade in.] [Nori can be seen attempting to outstretch his red, swollen, probably sprained if not broken hand. He's so close to doing so when Toyo manages to SNATCH him back towards the center of the ring!] MS: Toyo sets him for a powerbomb... this over. SH: Himegoto climbs to the middle rope and reaches in as far as he can to make the tag..... but Tanaka doesn't even see him! Himegoto struggling!! [Toyo lifts Noriyaki up into powerbomb position, and as Noriyaki gets slammed down, Himegoto slaps his outstretched hand!!] MS: Toyo covers Noriyaki!! It over! 1! 2! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!! SH: Wrong! Himegoto's the legal man!! He sprringboards over that middle rope and nails Toyo with a diving headbutt!! The crowd explodes! [Himegoto pummels Toyo in the head.. then gets up, grabs a bent over Pocky, and sets him up for a Double Underhook Piledriver!] MS: RADISH!! Radish hurry! [Radish lunges into the ring, at the command of Wanizame...] SH: SHINTOU DRIVER BY HIMEGOTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Radish dives as Himegoto covers... but Noriyaki SIDESWIPES him with his shoulder!!!] ..................ICHI!!!!!!!!!!! ....................NI!!!!!!!!!!!!! .........................SAN!!!!!!!!! SH: YESSS! MS: NO!!!!!!!!!! [As Jinsai stands up in proclamation of victory, the camera switches focus to the background...where TORA's face can be seen. It is like he is in total agony, disgust and anger all at once. He can't believe it!! The camera freezes on that image, as the camera fades to black!] [An odd intro plays...reminiscent of old disco music.... What do you know, it is old disco music! It's none other than that K.C. & The Sunshine Band 'classic'...] [The camera fades in on a tremendously tall skyscraper. Suddenly a fist breaks through the image!] #Awe everybody, get on the floor! Let's dance! Don't fight the feeling! Give yourself a chance!# [It belongs to none other than Shinkan! He races across the ring leaping onto the middle rope and out into the air!] #Awe, Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake your booty! Shake your booty!# [Shinkan morphs into an image of the enormous Zulu Dragon, standing over a fallen body, beating it with a series of kicks to the head!] #Awe, Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake your booty! Shake your booty!# ["Blood Hunger" Ryobe Khan is suddenly morphed to from Zulu. Khan stands, staring at the camera, blood dripping down from his face and teeth.... to a pool of blood at his feet!] #Awe, you can! You can do it! Very well! You're the best in the world! I can tell!# [Khan becomes T-Rex... locking on the infamous Grimlock, the ref raising the nameless challenger's hand for the third and final time... but before it drops....] #Awe, Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake your booty! Shake your booty!# [The nameless challenger morphs into an image of TORA Wanizame executing the Fuzzy Pickles Press on an unsuspecting victim!] #Awe, Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake your booty! Shake your booty!# [Suddenly the screen slices into 20 some pieces, and every member of the NWC-J roster is running towards the exact center of the screen! And when they finally get there...] #Shake! Shake!# [The image gets swallowed up by the tall skyscraper we saw before....] #Shake! Shake!# [The building unable to contain all the immense action contained by the superstars inside begins slowly shaking..] #Awe, Shake! Shake!# [Suddenly the shaking becomes extremely hard and violent!] #Shake! Shake!# [Pieces of the building begin falling to the ground...the building virtually tearing itself from it's place in the street!] #Awe, Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake your booty! Shake your booty!# SSSSSSAAAAAAAANNNNNNN!! . . . . . . . . .NNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . .IIIIIIICHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . .BBBBBBBLLLLLAAAAAAASSSSSTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!! [The building literally *EXPLODES* a giant fireball from within enveloping the entire screen, and in front of the fireball the 321BLAST! logo!] [The massive rubble clears itself from the screen and what we are left with is the small intimate 321BLAST! Studio. Somewhat similar to the Daily Show set, BLAST! features a newsdesk with a monitor behind it, and a couch to the left for guests to sit. In addition, there is a small set to the left that features a small circle with two chairs in opposing one another, for important face to face interviews. The color scheme is a sickening mix of yellows, royal blues, whites, blacks and to a lesser extent reds. Hideki Nomo sits behind the newsdesk, shuffling papers. As the camera focuses in on him, he gives off a large tooth-filled smile and begins speaking.] Hideki Nomo: Konnichi-wa! Welcome to 321BLAST!! We are coming off a fantastic Super Terrific Happy Hour! Everything that could happen, did happen. People debuted, people retired, feuds began... and the wrestling was classic. You just saw the main event of what was an awesome car-- [All of a sudden, Jinsai Himegoto storms the set, interrupting Nomo. The intrusion appears strictly unplanned, not to mention unprofessional. Himegoto is wearing a seemingly ticked off look on his face. It can be inferred that he is quite restless by his failure to cater to even his posture. Jinsai wastes no time in speaking.] Jinsai Himegoto: Where is he? HN: Uhh... pleasure to have you here! [Jinsai doesn't seem amused. He rephrases his question, this time adding a threatening glare to his dark brown eyes, which can be made out through the holes in his mask.] JH: Where the hell is Gamias?! HN: You're looking for Jim Gamias!? Why? Coming off a successful debut last week on Super Terrific Happy Hour, what's your beef with Gamias?! JH: I take it I'm not going to get the information from you. Rest assure, I'll find him. [Jinsai storms off the set in a similar manner to the way in which he came. Nomo is left with a confused look on his face.] HN: Well, that was strange... [Nomo is vigorously flipping through cue cards, trying to find his place.] HN: Anyway... in that match, Nori Tanaka suffered what many believe is a serious injury at the hands of TORA Wanizame and his goons. I can tell you that many, many of TJP's officials and staff have attempted to talk to Tanaka, begging him to seek medical treatment. Tanaka has refused. Take a look at what I'm talking about... BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! Noriyaki Tanaka !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [The camera opens on Jim Gamias' office. The office is finely decorated, though hardly extravagantly, with a nice large mahogany desk and a black leather chair behind it. On the wall are pictures of Gamias' ESWA and MWA days. Gamias sits in his chair, as we see Tanaka enter. Tanaka is wearing a suit, keeping with his standard business-like attitude. He sits down.] Tanaka: Yes? [Gamias frowns then leans forward in his chair.] Jim Gamias: Noriyaki... may I call you Nori? Nori.. I'm pulling you from the Zulu Dragon match at Happy Hour. Tanaka: WHAT!?!!! [Tanaka leaps up from his chair, angrily.] Jim Gamias: Hey hey..sit down. It's become real apparent to me that you're not fit to wrestle. I loved your performance at Happy Hour, it was good, good stuff. I expect great things from you. But Nori... right now you're hurt. Tanaka: Mr. Gamias... Jim Gamias: Call me Jim. Tanaka: Mr. Gamias... I don't know how to tell you this, but I am not hurt. Jim Gamias: You're not hurt? Tanaka: No. I don't know what you've heard but I am perfectly fine and capable of wrestling this Saturday. You've been misinformed. Jim Gamias: Oh I have been, have I? Tanaka: Yes. Now sir, I've got to go train, if there's nothing else. Got to get ready for that Zulu Dragon bout. Thank you for your concern.. [Tanaka quickly gets up and exits the office...] Jim Gamias: WAIT!! TANAKA! [But it is too late.... or at least Tanaka acts like it is.] Jim Gamias: That kid is hurt... [The camera fades out on the office.] ------------------------------------------------------------------- [The camera fades back in on Hideki Nomo. He doesn't yet realize it though, but once his eye catches the red light he leaps back in his chair!] HN: Welcome back to BLAST!! As you may know, Kentaro Kawasaki and Mysterious Warrior will be taking on two debuting stars this week..one of them Koichi Fukada. Fukada has made many claims since signing, including ones involving former PJW and G-Pro tag title reigns. While we've been unable to confirm this, we do know Fukada certainly has the talent to have earned those accolades. Take a look at somebody we believe will be a very bright star... BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! Koichi Fukada !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [Cut away.] [The only sounds that bring us in are the polite, churning winds of northern Japan. They pound slowly over the rolling landscape, and the solitude rarely found in the land of the rising sun. In the distance, a single figure is seen, sitting atop one of the many mountaintops in this region. The man is donned in a baggy pair of blue jeans, a white tee, with an open, plaid, long-sleeve shirt over it. The man's hair is strung to the side, seemingly molded into razor-sharp blades of hair shooting out from each section of the mans equilibrium. His eyes are a light green shade, gleaming prematurely in the early morning sun. They are wide with amazement, and seem to be taking in the beautiful scenery. His mouth is emotionless; his arms and folded over the tips of his knees, which are arched back to make the situation more comfortable.] It's beautiful, isn't it? [A short pause follows, letting the man before us, soon to be revealed as one Koichi Fukada, stretches out his arm and points out to the land before him.] This mountainside. This city. This.. country. All of it.. it's beautiful. I never noticed it before. I was always wrapped up in myself and my brothers' exploits, and never gave myself the time to look out upon Japan in such a sense. I always thought of it as a "country". Nothing more, nothing less. [His arm nods back in, and Koichi's eyes momentarily close.] That was, until.. my mother left.. for America. [Koichi's eyes flutter back open, and a distressed look crosses his facial expressions.] Just hours earlier, my mother, Jun Koichi, hugged and kissed my brother and I, after dropping us off at our aunt's house. She told us how she would voyage for America and search out a better life.. a better life for us all. She said that she wanted us to know that she's down her best to make everything better.. ..boy, how she was wrong. [The Fukada brother's eyes narrow, as he lets his palms fold into one another.] Who would know that she would be sucked in by the inhumanitarian, sick system that the America conforms too, and disappear from existence? Not I. [The knuckles crack.] Who would know that a fellow Japanese would fall to the same fate, but would end up returning to the country from where he was born, only to berate his newfound continent and disgrace whatever respect he had once had? Not I. [The palms fold open, and once again return to their original resting place.] Who would know that this once-rare pearl would be the first victim to the rage that has been barreled up inside me since that day my mother left..? Who would know that this flaming imbecile had took the worst step of his life, when he joined this federation? Not him.. Not him, indeed. [Fukada pushes himself up from a kneeling position, into a standing one. He jolts his hands into the barrel of his pockets, and looks back towards the camera.] I'm sorry my moments with you today were fleeting, Japan. I wish to spend more time with you in the future -- my time is short, and valuable. And because of this, I must return. I must return to the trenches, to work. To work to extinguish Japan haters everywhere. Next week, I will divulge more into the depths of my subconious, my brother, and my opponent. I will show you want being a Fukada is all about. But not now. Now I must train, so that I may show this foreigner what being a Japanese wrestler is all about. [The man walks offscreen. Cut back to the studio.] ---------------------------------- [Or not? Cut to a corridor apparently somewhere in the same building as the 321BLAST! studio. The camera cuts to a steel door which is painted solid blue. On the door, in a pale yellow, are several Japanese characters.] [Jinsai Himegoto storms into the camera's view and tries to turn the knob. It doesn't budge. He then begins to bang frantically at the door, including a few distinct "Gamiases" in his plethora of Japanese cries. Jinsai seems to be at the door to some kind of office, probably the one belonging to Jim Gamias. No one answers the door as the camera cuts to commercial.] BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! NEXT: T-Rex takes a bite out of... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [After a few commercials including one for the new 2000 Nissan Maxima, we return to the BLAST! set and Hideki Nomo.] HN: Just a reminder fans, Super Terrific Happy Hour takes place LIVE this Saturday night at the great JR Yokosuka Line Shinkawa Peninsula Station Kokura Overpass Lower Plaza. All indications are it will be a great night. Here's the line up for the show.. http://members.tripod.com/nwcj SUPER TERRIFIC HAPPY HOUR! JR Yokosuka Line Shinkawa Peninsula Station Kokura Overpass Lower Plaza Join us as TJP makes its first ever stop at the JR Yokosuka Line Shinkawa Peninsula Station Kokura Overpass Lower Plaza. It is an exciting night as the NWC continues it's march towards the beginning of the MAXIMUM ELEMENTAL SUPER RUMBLE-TOURNAMENT on October 17th! Jonathan Fuji vs "T-Rex" Reich Last week "T-Rex" had a greuling match with Kentaro Kawasaki. At the same time, Jonathan Fuji, perhaps due to nerves, took a tough loss to Ikusa Tatsujin. How both these individuals recover will be an important indicator of who wins this bout! Jinsai Himegoto vs "Spirit Lord" Ikusa Tatsujin Ikusa Tatsujin considers himself a master of the sports of Kickboxing and shootfighting. He proved his ability when he decimated Jonathan Fuji last week. But will he have the same luck against one Jinsai Himegoto? Noriyaki "Nori" Tanaka vs Zulu Dragon There are those who say that Tanaka shouldn't even be wrestling. That the beating his hand took in last week's main event was too much. There are still others who say Zulu Dragon is the biggest, meanest man to step foot in a ring in Japan. _Ever_. Hands up if you think Tanaka's in trouble. "Ecchi Kid" Kentaro "H-Bomb" Kawasaki & Mysterious Warrior vs Koichi Fukada & Taro Rehrl Kawasaki is extremely angry about the outcome of his match last week! Since then, he's received warnings from TJP officials regarding the interference of Mysterious Warrior. Now, Kawasaki can use his bodyguard...legally. They take on two debuting stars in Koichi Fukada and Taro Rehrl! Frazer Fury vs El Chico Azteko Where was Frazer Fury last week? Answers are still coming, but regardless, he's got an important bout against Lucha superstar El Chico Azteko this week! El Chico is coming off an absolutely riveting victory over the apparently now departed "Blood Hunger" Ryobe Khan. It is sure to be a downright exciting matchup! PLUS! HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT THE A.A.C.! Join Us Live Saturday October 2nd TICKETS AS LOW AS 1.500 Or Watch Us Sunday October 3rd SAMURAI TV ----------------------------- HN: One wrestler who truly made a name for himself above all others at Happy Hour was the American "T-Rex" Reich. Reich showed great character and fighting spirit as he overcame a great threat by Kentaro Kawasaki. Reich is in DEMAND! I sat down with him last night, and he had many interesting things to say. Enjoy... BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! "T-Rex" Reich !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [The screen immediately cuts to a medium-long shot of a different looking set than the one we were on previously. The walls are draped with a speckled green curtain, the riser is covered in a darker green rug, and in the background hangs a "San-Ni-Ichi Blast" sign, painted in vibrant colors. We see on the left side of the screen, Hideki Nomo, sitting in a tall director's chair, sitting opposite an identical but empty director's chair. Hideki is wearing a pair of tan slacks, a maroon polo shirt with "NWC-J" on the pocket, brown loafers, and has a clipboard with many sheets of paper, held in his hand. He turns to the camera with a huge smile and speaks.] HN: Last week on Super Terrific Happy Hour, our audiences were witness to the first appearance in-ring of our American superstar, T-Rex Reich. As you all were witness, T-Rex... or "Godzilla" as some people have affectionately called him... was able to withstand the dishonorable cheating of his opponent Kentaro Kawasaki, and knock him out with his Grimlock finisher. We are very privileged to have him in the studio to speak with us... ...T-Rex? [The view cuts to camera two, as we see T-Rex Reich step up onto the riser, and enter the small set. His 5'9", 287 pound frame looks smushed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a very tight, olive green, U.S. Army tee shirt. His bald head glistens under the bright studio lights as he walks forward to where Nomo has stood up in front of his chair. T-Rex puts out a hand and the two men shake heartily. As Nomo makes a motion for Reich to take a seat in the opposing director's chair, Reich nods and sits down. Hideki waits until his guest is comfortable, then sits down as well.] HN: Welcome, T-Rex. TR: Thanks, Hideki. It's wonderful to be here. HN: Now before we begin, let me just start off by saying that was a fabulous performance you put on last week... TR: Thank you. HN: It is not often that we here in Japan are often presented a performer with your ability from America. TR: [laughing] That's very kind of you... but to be truthful, if you are looking for the best quote/unquote "performer", I'm far down on that list. I really don't consider what I do "performing". This is just me as I am. HN: True enough. Okay, lets start with last week's match against Kentaro Kawasaki. How was that for you? TR: It was really good. It was nice to get back into the ring and just be myself. Not try to be outrageous, not have to think I need to put on a show, not to be something I'm not. I was able to just go out there, wrestle Kawasaki as best I know how, and then put him out. HN: That you did. However it was often not that easy, not with Kawasaki's Mysterious Warrior lurking around outside the ring. TR: No, you're absolutely right. And I'll be honest when I say it bothered me. I was hoping that by coming to Japan, I would be able to face people one-on-one, mano-a-mano, as it were. I thought I had left the showboating ringside quote/unquote "seconds" behind in America. Obviously that was not the case. Incredibly irritating ring escorts seem to be a universal archetype of this sport. HN: Unfortunately, that is very true. I oftentimes wish I could just watch a match with two premiere athletes, without needing to worry about the people on the outside. TR: I'm confident that I will get many opportunities like that in the future. I just think that this time, the young lad was so afraid of getting in the ring with me, that he tried to stack all the odds in his favor. But of course, it didn't work. I'm too cognizant of things like that to let them get the best of me. HN: And in any case, you got your first win. TR: The first of many, I hope. [They both laugh.] HN: Now, up next for you is a match against a young man who also was from America, Jonathan Fuji. He was quite out of his league last week, when he faced "Spirit Lord" Ikusa Tatsujin... TR: That he was... HN: He isn't even a wrestler, so far as we can tell. TR: No. I understand he used to manage back in America, for Sin City Championship Wrestling. HN: Yes. And now he is getting in the ring himself. TR: I feel sorry for the kid. He was absolutely decimated by the "Spirit Lord" last week, and I know that I'm going to put him out easily too. My biggest concern is not to hurt him. HN: You think that will be a problem? TR: I don't know. It really depends on what he can withstand. He doesn't appear to me to be able to withstand all that much, and I'm just afraid that I will apply a chicken wing and shatter his collar bone or something. I guess the word I'm looking for is "fragile". HN: Yes. He certainly appears that way to me. TR: So I'll work him over a bit... teach him a thing or two about what getting in the ring REALLY means, then throw on a full nelson and put him out. HN: Sounds simple enough. TR: Yes it is. HN: Now I want to take a moment, since we mentioned his name... to talk about "Spirit Lord" Ikusa Tatsujin... TR: All right. HN: He had some very disparaging comments about you, on lasts week's San-Ni-Ichi Blast. TR: Yeah. I saw. HN: Do you have any response? TR: No. HN: No? TR: No. HN: I don't understand... TR: To respond to a fool like him, just gives credence to what came spilling out of his mouth. I am not going to waste my breath talking about him. It is not worth my time. HN: I see. You do know that he is an award-winning kickboxer and martial artist? TR: Yes I do. And he is quite decorated, from what I understand. But the true master does not feel the need to insult or make derogatory remarks about his fellow competitors. The true master knows his strengths and weaknesses, and has no need to show them off. "Spirit Lord" is no master, as far as I'm concerned. HN: You certainly have strong feelings about this. TR: Yes I do. I get insulted enough in my normal, every day life... I have no time to listen to it while I am here. HN: Well, T-Rex... you have certainly given a lot of yourself tonight, and I for one think that you yourself could be a true master of the squared circle, here in NWC Japan. Thank you very much for being with us tonight. TR: You are very welcome, Hideki. ---------------------------- [The camera cuts from the interview back to BLAST! Nomo stares at the camera, a huge smile on his face. He's certainly pleased with his journalism!] HN: That was our premiere American competitor, T-Rex Reich... who will be facing Jonathan Fuji on this week's Super Terrific Happy Hour. Reich talked about "Spirit Lord" Ikusa Tatsujin more than once in that interview. To be honest, I didn't really expect it. However, to add to the intrigue, it seems Ikusa, after knocking Reich AT STHH, is now avoiding him altogether. Odd isn't it? Happy Hour is certainly shaping up to be an awesome event! BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! "Spirit Lord" Ikusa Tatsujin !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [The sun is setting over a hill in Nagasaki, Japan. The camera shot moves down the hill, and into a run down apartment building. The shot moves up the stairs and into an apartment on the top floor. Inside the room, Ikusa Tatsujin is kicking away at a punching back. He hits a succession of roundhouse kicks, then a spin kick followed by a savate kick. He wipes through his hair with a towel, then retires to a chair.] Tatsujin: Last week the world saw what I did to Jonathan Fuji in less than a minute. This week, a little more of a challenge. Or so they tell me. In my world, nothing is much of a challenge. For years I dominated the Japanese martial arts scene, until that one faithful night... that one night changed it all. The world couldn't accept the accident, no, they couldn't accept it. They drove me into seclusion for years, forcing me to become what I am now. I've mastered my craft to the point where no man could possibly defeat me... [Ikusa stands and takes a few swings at the punching bags.] Tatsujin: Right there... that's Fuji! [Ikusa hits a few elbow strikes, then a series of muay thai kicks.] Tatsujin: He just couldn't handle it! [Ikusa hits three picture perfect shotays on the bag.] Tatsujin: C'mon Jonathan! [Ikusa kicks a roundhouse kick that breaks the chains holding the bag in place. He calmly sits back in his chair.] Tatsujin: Jensai... it's your turn now. [The camera zooms in on Ikusa's eyes before cutting to static.] BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! NEXT: Crying over spilt milk.. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [After a few commercials, highlighted by one for the film "THREE KINGS", debuting in Japan in late November, we return to BLAST!! This time though, we don't return to Hideki Nomo, but instead, Noriyaki Tanaka walking down a hall...] BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! Noriyaki Tanaka !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [Noriyaki Tanaka walks down the hall towards the camera, a stern look on his face. Now, he is wearing workout attire. A white T-shirt, black Adidas shorts, standard cross trainers and white socks. Tanaka looks eager to get to the gy--] VOICE: CAN YOU HOLD THESE FOR ME!!?!?!?!? [As if out of nowhere, two hands pop out from a doorway along the hall, holding two glasses of milk. Instinctively, Noriyaki takes them. He grabs one with his right hand and the other with his left....... or at least attempts to as it slides out of his hand and _CRASHES_ on the floor!] [A plain clothed NWC-J official can be seen jumping out of the doorway!] Official: HA! I knew it! You're not OK! You're not wrestling Saturday, Tanaka. No way! Not unless you agree to get X-Rays taken and they come back negative!! That's direct from Gamias himself [Suddenly Tanaka throws the other cup to the ground... grabs the ref by the collar and shoves him into the wall.....] Noriyaki Tanaka: Forgive.. but let me make myself clear once and for all. I signed a contract to wrestle for this federation, I intend to do just that. While the kind gesture goes noted, I _AM_ wrestling. You tell Gamias if he wants an X-Ray of a screwed up left hand.... I'll have no problem providing him with one. [The camera zooms in on the official's left hand.] Official: That will not be uh, necessary at this time. You know I think I have it all wrong... who are you? Who am I? Tanaka: You will not tell Gamias what happened here, understood? Official: Something happened here? Milk? What? Tanaka: Exactly... [Tanaka loosens his grip on the official then straightens out his collar.] Tanaka: ..my apologies. [The camera fades out and back to BLAST! set.] ----------------------------- [We see Hideki Nomo sitting on the edge of the newsdeck, enough so so that the couch is in full view. Sitting on the couch is none other than Super Terrific Happy Hour announcing team, Steve Higgins and Mr. Shirai.] HN: We're two days away from Happy Hour, three days from watching it on TV! What are you two thinking of it? Steve Higgins: Top to bottom a strong card. It's not easy to book these cards when the talent pool is still limited. Gamias is doing a good job of it. Mr. Shirai: Too many American, Higgin, you are included in that! SH: You know, Shirai.. HN: Gentlemen, gentlemen! The first bout is Jonathan Fuji versus "T-Rex" Reich. Does anyone think Fuji has a chance? SH: No. MS: No. HN: I'd have to agree. The Fuji situation really is interesting, because it's almost like you can't help but have compassion for the man. I hope he retires soon, or Mr. Gamias releases him out of mercy. Jinsai Himegoto vs "Spirit Lord" Ikusa Tatsujin. That's going to be a possible match of the night in my book. SH: Himegoto has shown only positives. I think it comes down to whether you think Tatsujin's easy win over Fuji was due to Fuji being sub par, or Tatsujin being that much better than par. Tatsujin is said to be a kickboxer of great renown in Asia, but I don't see it. I think he's got his hands full with Reich. Himegoto's too focused to lose. MS: Higgin, you stupid. Stupid! Tatsujin great athete! What Himegoto do last week? He tag out then tag back in when match over, no hard to do. Tatsujin win easy. No question! You know you stupid? HN: Nori Tanaka will be taking on Zulu Dragon. Zulu Dragon comes to us from the plains of the continent of Africa. He's a brutal, brutal, large, large individual. On the other hand..Tanaka's wrestling with a bad hand. SH: I like Tanaka. I'd like to think he has the character and will to overcome adversity. He's proven he's determined. But while I think that scenario would be great... as an analyst its my job to give as much of a fact based prediction as I can. Zulu Dragon. MS: What character?! What overcoming adversity? Himegoto tag him he didn't even tag Himegoto! He got destroyed by Oni and Toyo!! SH: Excuse me? Wanizame played a MAJOR part in that match. MS: You crazy, Higgin. SH: You know..my name is Higgins. MS: That's what I said. Higgin! Zulu Dragon win easy. HN: In tag team action, Kentaro Kawasaki teams with his body guard, Mysterious Warrior. I think it was a case of the booking team saying to Kawasaki that if Warrior's gonna act like a tag team partner, he's gonna be a tag team partner! They take on two individuals pairing up...Fukada and Rehrl. MS: I HATE Kawasaki! Traitor, he is! Other team wins. SH: They worked so well as a unit against Reich. I think Kawasaki is a major star, and I think he KNOWS how to use teamwork to his advantage. On the other hand Fukada and Rehrl have never teamed together. C'mon.. Kawasaki and Warrior win. HN: Fukada though has such great tag experience, we must remember. He makes claims of success in PJW and G-Pro. I've gotta think he can defeat Kawasaki and Warrior, whoever he happens to be paired with! SH: That's one theory. HN: In the main event of the evening, Frazer Fury meets El Chico Azteko. SH: I didn't understand why Gamias would book a guy in a main event who no-showed last week. But from what I heard Fury has been out promoting the promotion this week.. he's contractually obligated to do that sort of thing... and he WILL definitely be there this Saturday! But I'm not impressed with the man. El Chico Azteko PROVED he's gonna be a major superstar in the promotion. He was exciting, heart-filled and fun to watch. He will pull out the upset! MS: There is one American I like. You know who Higgin? SH: Reich? MS: No you fool. Fury. You know why? He like Japanese man. And Japanese man take care of business. Fury win! HN: Well it will certainly be an interesting bout. And beyond that a fantastic card. But speaking of Fury, Higgins did mention that he was out working this week. We have some clips of that. Though I should warn you... they don't make the most sense. He, he... take a look! BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! "Hiretsukan" Frazer Fury !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [Fade in to a long hall, where hundreds of Japanese people have lined up, each with a wide happy smile on their face and many holding objects. The camera pans the line, and many small children, many of them holding Anime Frazer plush dolls, generic Zokugun Sangai Wrestling/"Physical Experimentation" Pals, and one plucky little fellow wearing a nice green and silver TORA Wanizame mask, running around a stern looking father and gesturing repeatedly to his crotch, screaming something or other about subetas and paizuri. Finally, the line comes to an end(which I guess would make it either a ray or a segment, but mathematics suck, so why don't you just shut up, you judgmental bastard?). An older boy, in his late teens it would seem, wearing a ball bearing necklace. His hair's all spiked up and cool, each spike dyed about ten different colors, it looks like. The boy wears a Zilch t-shirt, and approaches a long table set up in front of him.] Boy: Hi. [The camera does a 90 degree turn, and sitting at the table are... Frazer Fury, and his pudgy little Japanese clone, Frazer Boy. Frazer looks a lot like Frazer normally looks, caramel blonde hair topping off a nicely tanned face. Fury wears a lavender shirt that reads "AT WHICH THE ONE POINT THE INSERTION OF MY ONE GENITAL INTO THE LOG YOU SEE?" in bright orange lettering, outlined in minty green for freshness. Frazer Boy looks a lot like Frazer normally does, too, except he's Japanese, stocky, his caramel blonde dye-job is showing just a little bit, and he's wearing blue contact lenses. Anyhow, Frazer Boy is sucking intently on a Pedialite Popsicle, because he's a growing Frazer Boy.] Frazer Fury: Hi. [The boy(not the Boy) laughs a bit.] Boy: You're Frazer _Fury_. [More laughter.] FF: Yeah. [The boy laughs again.] Boy: You're sitting _down_. [Laugh, laugh, laugh.] FF: Uh-huh. Boy: I'm not sitting _down_. [This boy is odd....] FF: No, you aren't. Boy: And you _are_. [Very odd...] Boy: You've got a [chuckle] _job_. And _responsibilities_. [Before the boy can laugh any more, Frazer cuts him off.] FF: Got something you want signed, whore? [The boy shrugs, and then leaves. Frazer Boy removes the popsicle from his mouth, and speaks, in his all-too-loud voice.] Frazer Boy: That boy smell jibbity of the jibbity eleph...no... [Frazer offers up some advice.] FF: Sound it out. FB: Th..thesaulus.. A pohltahl for the...to...to...jibbity... Peanutty...bud...jibbity...p-p-p-p-p- FF: Shut up, you [CENSORED]ing human piece of s[CENSORED]. Jesus f[CENSORED]g C[CENSORED, every f[CENSORED]g time you open your wretched little food hole you spit the stupidest s[CENSORED] I've heard in my godda[CENSORED] life out. You're an ignorant, useless [CENSORED...Still CENSORED... Wow, this mute's about 12 seconds long.] with a jackrabbit, OK? Damn... [Frazer Boy looks shocked, seemingly not understanding the words coming otu of Frazer's mouth. In the meantime, a woman with enormous, gigantic, swaying, perfectly round, perky...earrings, comes up to the table. Oh, and she's got a humongous chest, too. Can't forget that.] Woman: Hello! [Frazer just kinda grunts at the woman, while Frazer Boy leans over the table. Frazer Boy gets closer and closer to the woman...] Woman: Oh my, wh- This...thing is trying to feel me up! [Frazer Boy just gets closer, a bright orange popsicle smudge to the right of his mouth. He reaches out with one hand.] Woman[shrieking]: Stop! [She swats at the tubby little Boy, sending him back into his seat.] FF: He wasn't trying to feel you up, lady. First of all, he was nowhere near your godd[CENSORED] knees. Second of all, Frazer Boy is a _Boy_, not a Baby. Frazer Baby lives in Frazer Boy's pocket. [Frazer Boy raises a dark eyebrow suggestively as he reaches into the pocket of his shorts, and pulls out a frightening little doll that looks like it might have been made out of popsicle sticks, yarn, buttons, and glue. It's...uh...little popsicle stick-yarn-buttons-glued-together Frazer, in tiny form. Frazer Baby returns to Frazer Boy's pocket.] FF: He has no interest in your mammaries. And finally, he's an idiot, he only liked you because you're wearing shiny earrings. [Frazer Boy reaches out again, as the woman leaves.] FB: Sh-shi...ny...jibbity...shiny! SHINY! [Frazer Boy pounds the table ferociously as the woman walks away.] FB: SHINY JIBBITY SHINY JIBBITY SHINY JIBBITY SHINY SHINY SHINY JIBBITY SHINE SHINE JIBBITY SHINY SHINE SHINE! [Frazer pokes Frazer Boy with a long and thin cylindrical object, with a metallic sheen. Alogn the side, it reads, "FRAZER BOY POKING DEVICE". Prob'ly wasn't made by Mr. Tsubaraya. Frazer Boy instantly becomes much more serene. Frazer just sits and glares at people while Frazer Boy smiles happily. Suddenly, Frazer Boy becomes agitated!] FB: Flazah! Flazah! I lemember jibbity! [Frazer Boy turns to his only companion that isn't made out of popsicle sticks, yarn, buttons, and glue.] FF: What? FB: You...scheurrrrr...sccchchrrrrr...scarcaraararra...jibbity! [Frazer Boy shakes his head, his baby fat cheeks jiggling ever so slightly.] FB: SCHEDURU! You! Matches? Jibbity Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-...chi...co. Chico! [Frazer Boy is elated, having mastered the words. Frazer just shrugs.] FF: Oh... Yeah. [Frazer nods, and looks into the camera. He shrugs again, while Frazer Boy looks confused. Fade.] ---------------------------------------------- HN: Folks, as you know NWC-J is committed to the development of new, young, exciting stars from the Japanese wrestling community. We're not about any "old guard". That being said... TJP is currently working on a project that will profile a superstar who will debut in the coming weeks. As a very special treat, we now go on location to the filming of this profile. BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! Hiryuu !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [The scene is some other studio, location unknown. The setting resembles that of a Hollywood studio, fully equipped with various cinematic equipment strategically positioned throughout, including many species of high-tech video cameras and ornate lighting fixtures. And who can omit the many thespians and other theater people running to and fro, most of whom are Japanese. A remake of Godzilla perhaps? Seems to be, although we'll take Nomo's word for it that this is the filming of a "special profile" of some debuting wrestler.] Director: We'll need two more Pokemon shooters. And a Toyota salesman. [Say what? Here comes a short, stocky intellect to clarify.] Sasawi: We're short on extras, sir. Only got two left. Director: Then, uhh... Get them in the Pokemon costumes. Um... Jim, you got any experience selling cars? --------------------------- HN: We'll have more regarding that next week and in the coming weeks. And now a word from our sponsors... BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! NEXT: Yo quiero Azteko Bell? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [A few ads including one for Sega Dreamcast. When we return to BLAST! Though this time..it's not the the BLAST! set.] BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !321 !!!!! !!!!!!!!!! El Chico Azteko !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SANNIICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BLAST [The show cuts to an interior shot of a dojo-esque gym; stocked up with a row of modern exercise equipment along the far wall and two wrestling-boxing rings in the middle. As the camera pans to the right, it picks up a few men and women practicing their martial arts, varied as they might be, and a few even suited up for a kendo fight. A Westerner man in a fairly well-made three piece suit comes onto camera.] Man: I'm J. Aaron Navarra, North American NWC-Japan Project correspondent, reporting to from Sun Lion Gym here in Tokyo to bring to you this week's interview with a man I'm proud to say I discovered in a California wrestling promotion, El Chico Azteko. Green as he may be, Azteko will find himself facing a veteran in this game on the next Super Terrific Happy Hour by the name of Frazer Fury. [The shot cuts to a wrestling ring, at a different time, showing El Chico in the ring with an older Japanese athlete. Chico is wearing a simple singlet as opposed to his normal wrestling gear, but the mask is still in place. Even under it, however, El Chico is seen concentrating as the older gentlemen demonstrates a few grappling moves to him.] JAN: We caught up with the new Mexican superstar in this gym, where under the tutelage of former NWC Japanese star, Mitshura Fujiwa, he's polishing up his wrestling repetoire. However, it leaves one to wonder if he could ever be ready in time to face the far more experienced Frazer in the ring. We received some comments from him on this during a break in his training. [Cut to a close up of El Chico Azteko, leaning over the top rope of the ring with a towel draped around his neck and a water bottle in his hand. A NWC-J graphic bar with "El Chico Azteko - Japan Project Luchadore" scrolls across the bottom of the screen.] JAN: El Chico Azteko, how does it feel to have finally wrestled in the big time in your STUNNING match against "Blood Hunger" Ryobe Khan? Certainly it was a great thrill for you! ECA: Oh, definitely! It was the biggest thrill of my life! I couldn't believe I am finally here in the greatest wrestling program of them all. To be a part of the National Wrestling Council - the World Wrestling Council, is what it is now. Such an international forum. The Japan Project could lead this march into diversity... JAN: Now, El Chico! Let's not get off subject. Back to your match with Ryobe Khan... ECA: Si? JAN: A huge victory for you over such a massive man. It was really a test of David versus Goliath. However, what do you think of the stipulation that Ryobe put on himself during the match? Do you think that tarnishes it somewhat? ECA: Definitely not, Senor Navarra. You have to realize, first of all, that it was a stipulation that he decided upon himself and I am sure that Senor Gamias will let him back into the Project just as soon as he is ready. However, I think the whole display was... well, could be likened to a child's fit. JAN: Harsh! ECA: But true, all the same! To put your career on the line over such a selfish display of imagined power. It is truly a sad thing that he decided to weigh it on himself at the cost of a loss to someone - especially me! How embarassing it must have been to discover he could not break the spirit of this rookie. I wish him luck and ask him to return soon so that we can fight a match for men. JAN: Aren't you being a little cocky, Azteko? Likening him to a child! You're almost resorting to name calling! ECA: Please, Senor Navarra. Do not offer disrespect to my words like that. I am not interested in 'trash talking' or 'mud-slinging'. I am offering my opinion and my concerns for this man. This is the Japan Project. No one is interested in childish pouts or cries for attention here. It is the skill and the drive that focuses me and I wish only the best for anyone I encounter in the ring. Many, many people will set themselves up for a conflict, and divide things into two halves, but I want to step into the ring as a gentleman and I expect my opponent to behave like one. I can only hope that Ryobe Khan's loss to me will serve as a lesson. He is a great man and a talented wrestler, but as long as he only focuses on his own need to hurt people and degrade them, he will go nowhere. He must find his true talent. JAN: So you fancy yourself some sort of self-styled wrestling therapist or psychologist? Maybe taking this holier-than-thou approach perhaps a little too far, Azteko? Honestly, thinking you know what's good for everyone... ECA: [smiling] Senor Navarra.. JAN: What, Azteko? [El Chico pauses to take a swig from his water bottle with a sigh, shaking his head.] ECA: I am only trying to preserve the sport. I have seen too many feds torn apart by the incessant bickering that a display of power can bring up. I am only doing what I know to be best, but am I perfect? No, I know nothing. I am simply a green rookie, but I am an experienced human. All I'm interested in is putting on a good show for the fans and preserving the peace of my federation, the Japan Project. You are always good at challenging me, yes, Senor Navarra, since in San Diego. JAN: Well, this is about you, El Chico and... speaking of San Diego, that brings up another man from in that area. The man you'll be facing on the next STHH, as a matter of fact. Frazer Fury! ECA: Yes, I read that he was from San Diego! I thought this was the perfect person to begin building a friendship with in here. I attempted to contact him through the office, but I never got a reply. I am sure at the event we will have the opportunity to discuss things... JAN: Well, I wouldn't be so sure, Azteko. As you may or may not have heard, Frazer Fury has a little less than sterling reputation. Do you really thing you can 'buddy up' to him? ECA: Every man is human, Navarra! Surely he would settle down for a discussion at some point. I will continue to try and contact him before the match, but, like you said, I'm not sure he would respond, with my being so young and new into this game. His attitude leaves something to be desired I'm sure. I also noticed that he did not show up for his match on the last card. I certainly he hope that he has not put himself over the good of his company again and walked on what promises to be a great match. JAN: And what about his partner? TORA Wanizame! ECA: I would not worry. I am sure that if TORA tries to interfere in the match-up, he will receive the proper reprimand. Plus, I have something neither of these men should have in abundance after all their years. I have the gift of the rookie! The high spirit! The great expectations! I am ready to showcase myself and I am driven to be the best that I can be. These men... they might come to this match to parade and show themselves off and disregard me as just another step in their silly show. But I am a wild card. I am an eagle, new to wing but great to soar! They must keep their eyes peeled and be on their toes or I will once again bring another giant, size or stardom be its manner, to the mat for another one-two-three. [Cut back to the shot of J. Aaron Navarra standing solo across the gym.] JAN: So there you have it, Project fans. Strong words from a little man with a strong heart. What El Chico Azteko doesn't have in experience or even in the strength, he makes up for in his sheer confidence, ability, and perhaps most importantly, his heart. This is J. Aaron Navarra, reporting for The Japan Project. Now back to the studio with Hideki Nomo and more BLAST! -------------------------------- [HN is in the studio, grabbing his earpiece.] HN: What?! [Hideki stares at the camera.] HN: Why? [Hideki nods. He then looks over the camera, as if to the director or whatnot..] HN: Cut to the Hiryuu location! [The scene is once again of that Godzilla-like studio, where filming of that "special profile" is supposedly taking place. Why we are being shown this is very uncertain. But what the hell.] [The camera suddenly cuts to the Director, who is apparently going over stage directions with two extras dressed in ridiculous "Pokemon" outfits. As ludicrous as the scene is, the Director nods repeatedly with the most serious of expressions on his face, as if he was relaying instructions on how to avoid an atomic bomb. He clicks his pen on his clipboard as he proceeds to articulate in Japanese.] [Everyone's attention is suddenly diverted to the entrance to the studio, as none other than Jinsai Himegoto barges in, still on his path of rage to find Gamias for some unknown reason. Jinsai walks up to the first person he sees, and begins his interrogation.] Jinsai Himegoto: Where the hell is Gamias?! He's supposed to be in here? Toyota Salesman: Why, sir, is there a problem? JH: There sure is! I need to talk to him. This CAN'T wait any longer! TS: What's this about? Maybe I can help you. JH: No, you... ahhh... [Jinsai appears discombobulated. After a few seconds of thinking to himself, he decides to tell his story to the seemingly innocent bystander.] JH: Well, you see, when I signed my name on Gamias' contract, I told him I would work for him under one condition. Had nothing to do with money, title shots, exposure, or anything else, no. The condition was that RESPECT for the Japanese tradition would be upheld. He ASSURED me that the NWC-J would run on Japanese tradition. But from what I've seen already, that is certainly not the case. The guys he lets in here have NO respect for Japan! [Himegoto had to get that off his chest, but, not meaning for this to turn into a formal interview, now feels a bit regretful of what he said.] TS: I definitely see where you're coming from, Jinsai, but you gotta keep in mind that this is a business. I'm sure Mr. Gamias means no harm in what he's doing. And in the long run, I have a feeling that the respect you're looking for will exist. It's just up to people like you to make sure it happens. [Jinsai grows a bit suspicious, wondering why someone who looks like a car salesman knows so much. The "Toyota Salesman" continues before Jinsai has a chance to retaliate.] TS: You've been so busy trying to find... Gamias... that you probably aren't even aware of your match this week with "Spirit Lord" Ikusa Tatsujin! Will you be prepared for Super Terrific Happy Hour? [By this point, Himegoto decides not to even try to wonder what's going on with the interrogator, and his attention once again drifts to catching up with Gamias.] JH: I'll be prepared, but Gamias better be ready for what I have to say to him! I promise you and everyone else that I WILL catch up to him by Saturday. You just see! [Jinsai storms off, nothing accomplished from this ordeal. Gamias wipes the sweat from his brow and lets out a sigh of relief as he joins the rest of his salesmen peers on the set.] ------------------------ [The camera fades out to a long range view of the 321BLAST! set as the credits roll. Nomo is seen casually looking over his papers, waiting for the signal that the camera has faded to black.] [Suddenly he grabs his earpiece.] HN: WHAT!!!?!?!?!?!??!?! WHAT THE HELL!??!??! IT'S TANAKA! IT'S TANAKA! IN THE GYM!!!!!!!!!!!! [Fade to black.]