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***Warning***

***Viewers who experience a nervous disposition should not watch as to the high number of drug and violent references. As a result we give this segment an ‘A’ for Adult rating. Be warned. Children should not watch. ***

[Fade up to a massive red ‘A’ with the NWA Logo in the background.]

A

[A top-end villa. Internal courtyard. A mix of new and old styles, coupled with a mix of contemporary design styles. A living room full of ancient treasures dating back to the first days of the Samurai, but in the middle of these carefully placed ornaments sits the latest in home entertainment. Next to which sits a shelf, of some of Yoshima wrestling archives. ‘The Arts of Puroresu’ All Fifty-Six volumes of which sit on his shelf featuring the greats like Oki Shikina, Great Togo, Harold Sakata, Duke Keomuka, Tojo Yamamoto, Hiro Matsuda.]

[Everything is the picture of splendour. The villa is neat, tidy and appears that it hasn’t been touched in a while. As we move in a little closer, we notice things have a couple of layers of dust on them. On the wall a portrait of Yoshima Kawazughi hangs on the wall, baring many similarities of the picture of Mao Zedong that hangs in Tiannamen Square in Beijing. Although Yoshima is Japanese and Mao was Chinese. The similarities are there. With a ruthless vision leading to his master plan of complete and utter domination. Yoshima will make sure that no one gets in his way.]

[Outside the swimming pool built into the patio, is overlooked by a huge statue of Buddha. Because Yoshima Kawazughi loves Buddha and he loves water. So the obvious mix. Yoshima in fact considered a career as diver, before turning to Professional Wrestling. Under a yellow umbrella, he lies on a sunlounger. Inside his head thinking of his next move, plotting his revenge.]

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

[The mumblings of horse is heard.]

Voice: Will you open this door?!?

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

[The muttering of Japanese curse words including the word Chikushou meaning ‘Fuck’ as Kenji gets angry he tends to switch from English to Japanese and then back again.]

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!    

[No reply.]

Voice: In the name of Buddha, open the damn door! Baka yaro! (Stupid Fool!)

[We see now, that Kenji is riding a White Stallion from what was left from his Bank Pay-off. The white stallion thoroughbred from the greats of the sport; is one of the best over ten furlongs. Kenji sits proudly in the saddle, with a smirk on his because he is certain to earn a fortune in stud-fees. And he’s got a one hell of temper. It can sense Kenji frustrations.]

[So Kenji knowing his horse’s abilities pulls his horse back away from the wall separating him from Yoshima who is sitting on the sunlounger below the baking Tokyo sun, near the swimming pool. Kenji whispers something into the ear of horse. And with one crack of the whip, the horse is on his way. Kenji winces with anxiousness, and at the crucial moment, the horse leaps majestically over the wall and into the patio area. Yoshima sees the horse at the last moment, and flings himself into the water, as he would if he is initiating one of his famous high-flying moves. ]

Yoshima: Fuck Off! Can’t you see when a man doesn’t want to be disturbed?

[Kenji doesn’t reply. Yoshima pulls himself out the pool and picks up a towel and begins to dry himself, as Kenji looks down with a wry but noticeable smile of satisfaction on his face.]

Yoshima: You know, as you right around in that white stallion of yours. I sit here trying to plan to the smallest detail of my retribution against Jake ‘Hardcore’ Cage. And I can tell you know Kenji, it is not going to be pleasant. As far as I’m concerned there is only one ‘Hardcore Legend.’ And he is not it.

[He continues to lecture him, like a nagging mother would do to her son. Systematically repeating his points over and over again. So Kenji would never forget this conversation. But Kenji is having none of it, just nodding and smiling. Hoping Yoshima will in the end. Shut up.]

Yoshima: I guess he didn’t know what he was doing. He perhaps did not realise that there would be serious consequences. Great men, do not just sit down and allow people to perpetrate injustices of with such high stakes.

[Kenji nods, feigning interest. Hoping to change the subject.]

Kenji: Why aren’t you in Canada?

Yoshima: Canada sucks, too cold. Colder than England that place. But I’ll be at the show, undoubtedly. Even if it is, to give a lesson in wrestling to three guys in my opinion who do not deserve to be called a wrestler. Plus Crossfire, Electric Youth needs to be stir-fried. And I got some business with a friend of mine down in Cleveland. He needs a man, some here I am. You see I’m poetic, powerful and poetic. What more could you want?

[Kenji stifles his laughter.]

Kenji: The King Of Yard Championship. Eh?

[Yoshima unleashes a deep routed scowl as Kenji has to place his hand over his mouth to stop him sniggering further, and Kawazughi is less than impressed. Cage cheated to put Yoshima over. He was beginning to dominate Cage as he did with Kid Dynamo. But this time the ending was different. He lost, one spilt-second. And it changed one quick kick to the groin, and it was over. And Yoshima’s chance of the KOTY championship was gone in the blink of an eye.]

Yoshima: INJUSTICE! INJUSTICE! [Calming Down] You know I was screwed over? You knew that damn motherfucker cheated his way to the championship. You know that I should have that King Of The Yard Championship around my waist?

[A smirks grows on the face of Kenji. He jumps of his horse, and hooks it onto a nearby wall.]

Kenji: Ah the staple excuse of a professional wrestler. Wonderful isn’t it? ‘I got screwed over’ can be used in so many forms, so many different situations. Yet it just seems terribly boring. Couldn’t you think of something rather different? Guess not.

[Yoshima continues to scowl.]

Yoshima: It’s no excuse. He scr… [Pause] cheated his way to victory. And he knows it.

[Pause.]

Yoshima: But what he doesn’t know is that he will pay for it…

[Huge Pause.]

‘With that championship.’

Kenji: Shouldn’t you put this into a promo?

[Yoshima ignores him.]

Yoshima: He gotta know no one fucks with The One, he’s gotta know that! You hear me.

[Kenji recoils a little bit.]

Kenji: Calm down, calm down. Take some of this. You wanted it before.

[Kenji takes a small foil packet out of his pocket and hands it to Yoshima Kawazughi. Yoshima smiles with glee, snatching it out of his hand and clutching it close to his chest.]

Yoshima: Yeah, it’ll help get the picture of him cheating out of my head. For a bit

[Static]

[Fade to Black.]

'There’s a lot of stuff I need to say. So let’s get to it.’

[Yoshima sits, in a pretty unusual set. No Acadian logo’s only Ricochet.]

Kawazughi:‘There was a time long ago when Puroresu was considered as the cream in Professional Wrestling. There are styles, which really embarrass you while there are styles that wouldn't let you say "it's still pro-wrestling.” In Japan, we look at the skill and fighting spirit of the wrestlers more than how charismatic they are. People wouldn’t appreciate the wrestling matches with too many flashy moves or big talkers unless the wrestlers show their spirit. And that’s my problem…

[Kawazughi stares at the camera.]

Kawazughi: People like Electric Youth don’t show spirit…

[Kawazughi places his fist close to his chest.]

Kawazughi: They show pitiful stupidity…

[Kawazughi frowns looking serious.]

Kawazughi: Pitiful wrestling skills, and no background in Puroresu. Whatsoever.

[Kawazughi continues to frown.]

Kawazughi: That itself is disgraceful. But what do they do? They compound the issue, by repeating the word [I]dude[/I] over and over again. Don’t they know that we don’t want to know about their dudeish mannerisms, we want to see people’s sprit we want to see, commitment. Not a couple of surfer men thinking they’re hard.

[Kawazughi smirks.]

Kawazughi: But really they’re not hard…

Kawazughi: They might be funny, sometimes. Well once. They are comedy wrestlers, and what do comedy wrestlers achieve? Nothing. Popular with the fans, but really it just doesn’t work…

[Pause.]

‘And it won’t work…’

[Pause.]

‘Come Crossfire, when I give him a lesson in Puroresu.’

[Yoshima Kawazughi smirks.]

‘And why?’

[Pause]

‘Because I’m the best the Japanese wrestler…there ever was…’

[Kawazughi grins slightly.]

‘And ever will be…’

[The grin widens.]

‘I’ve got talent in abundance. And you well…

[Low, deeper voice.]

‘Havent.’

[His face lights up.]

‘Come Crossfire, I’ll prove it…'

[He moves close to the camera.]

'One…'

[He breathes deeply for effect.]

'Two…'

[He licks his lips.]

'Three…'

[Pause.]

And remember... The One is always... watching.

[We then leave with a shot at Yoshima’s eyes.]

[Black]