| \ | | | | | _ \ \ \ / \ / / | \| | | | | |_) | \ \/ \/ / | . ` | .--. | | | ___/ \ / | |\ | | `--' | | | \ /\ / |__| \__| \______/ | _| \__/ \__/ Neo Japan Pro Wrestling -- Terebi Bulletin -- 1/28/'99 PART 2 ("Hard Line" Byron Brady stands alone by a slow flowing brook, somewhere deep within a Hokkaido forest. Snow is thick and pristine on the ground, weighing down the tree boughs but setting a very Currier and Ives background. Were Currier and Ives Asian, that is. Brady is dressed in athletic grey sweatpants, black hiking boots and a blue and white hooded Penn State parka.) Byron Brady: (a gout of breath coloring the still air white as it escapes his mouth) You know fans, I can't say that I have ever been in the type of situation I will soon find myself come this weekend. Myself and two middleweights going against two heavyweights and a middleweight? (Bradygrins) This could lead to some very interesting possibilities. First, let me thank SJPW for allowing myself and the other Neo Japan grapplers onto their card. As far as El Maestro jr. and Maestro go...fellas, I did a few shows in Mexico while I was learning the trade and going to school at UCSD in California. I know the Lucha style, but that doesn't mean I can work in it. As you two are probably accustomed to working one way and I have to fit my skills into the mix, you can go ahead and dominate the match and tag me in when you feel the need. (Brady smiles again) BB: I promise I won't let you down. As for our opponents, I don't know much but I think I have Heard rumor that...well...they're not exactly top of the heap around here. (Brady shrugs) That's ok by me, because I don't wrestle up or down to my level of competition. You either get the 100% Byron Brady or you twist a rule or three and you get the 150% Hard Line. That's your decision to make, Nakano and Crush Guys. And finally, as for me, I don't anticipate doing to much of this six-man or tag team stuff in the future, but you never know...I have heard rumors and there may be an individual or two coming to the Pearl of the Orient that I would LOVE to lace `em up and hit the ditches side by side with. I'll use the experience of this match to help me make that decision if and when the time comes. (Brady pauses and looks out at the brook.) BB: I'm very much looking forward to my Japanese debut. I hope to put on one helluva show and give Neo Japan the scintillating early debut it deserves. Until then... (The scene slowly fades to white.) === Genichiro Matsumura: "Byron Brady looking primed for some six man action, keeping an open mind about his partners while also letting his opposition know that he will lay down the 'hardline' if you push his buttons.. Now let's hear some comments from RAPTOR.." === [Scene is the boardroom in a posh highrise building located in San Francisco's financial district. The huge, 16-seated conference table serves as ass-rest to some of the greatest minds in Marketing and Advertising. Despite the formally-attired business wear encompassing everyone else, RAPTOR makes a sartorial statement with his normal in-ring attire of blue Everlast boxing trunks, taped fists and bare feet] Marketing Coordinator: "Look, we're approaching a new market, we may want to consider augmenting our scope just a tad to accommodate significant shifts in our key demographics; this also presents an interesting paradigm.." RAPTOR: "Well, I say print up another 160 million of the 'RAPTOR World Rotation' t-shirts, with the www.who's_the_boss?.com link on the back and that should do the cretins just fine.." [A hairy fist thumps down on the conference table with peremptory authority] Marketing Coordinator: "But Alex, we're looking down the barrel of a well-oiled marketing vehicle and we need to get more proactive!" RAPTOR: "Proactive, eh?" [leans back in his swivel chair and hoists his bare feet up on the conference table] RAPTOR: "So whad'ya got in mind? A sexy broad? Gangster Octopus?" Marketing Geek#2: [chimes in] "Proactive? Paradigm? Alex, aren't these just industry buzzwords designed to make stupid people seem smart?" [dead silence] Marketing Geek#2: "I'm fired, aren't I?" {segue to later that evening..} [An easel is set up with a 36 x 42 white placard that reads: DOWN WITH PROCREATION, SUPPORT CLONING] RAPTOR: "Think of the possibilities... No longer will you have to walk down the street and stare at some eyesore; say, some fat, swarthy, disgusting sow of a woman, or some butt ugly humanoid, because everyone WILL BE beautiful. And no more of the rippling effect that comes along with being USELESS and UNATTRACTIVE, it is a virtual Darwinian House Cleaning!!" [RAPTOR grins proudly, impressed with his brainchild. The executives all look exhausted and are disheveled; it is a sea of mussed hair, rolled up Brooks Brothers sleeves, loosened neckties, and water pitchers nearing empty] RAPTOR: "I'd call it a day, but we still haven't addressed the issue regarding the official RAPTORŠ action figures. Now who's our manufacturer going to be? WHAMMO? Mattell? And our distributor?" [everyone lets out a collective groan] RAPTOR: "Look, tonight I'm catching a red-eye, I'm flying out of here on the next thing smokin' to Sendai, so you pompous little douche bags need to suck it up, or else I'll get on the horn to the MFE and have them put a fresh agency on retainer. And you don't want me tipping over your cash cow, now do you? Myron?" Marketing Coordinator: "Look it's almost midnight; I haven't seen my kids all day..my wife, what I really just want ri..." RAPTOR: [interjecting] "uh, uh..uh., remember, you'll be pimping used cars Myron, I'll put a new team on retainer LIKE THAT, and you'll be stuffing Ramen Noodles down your gullet instead of that sumptuous cuisine you're accustomed to.." [Head in his hands, Myron begins weeping openly] RAPTOR: "Alright, alright, knock it off, ya big baby. Christ, I thought you people were sharks.. gimme that! [muttering] I gotta do everything.." [Disgusted, the rambunctious one takes hold of the adding machine. Next we see RAPTOR with a pair of reading glasses perched studiously on the bridge of his nose, pounding furiously on the keypad, the roll of receipt paper bunches up as the screen fades..] === Genichiro Matsumura: [looking perplexed] "What have we got ourselves INTO with THAT guy?.. here is our final Neo J superstar of the program, Maestro de Condenacion.." === [The scene opens on a plane, where many flight attendants are serving random passengers. The scene zooms in on one particular man......a masked man................a man that some may know as, Maestro de Condenacion. He isn't moving much....nor speaking at all. The scene fades to black.] [The scene reopens, at an airport, in Japan. The plane has landed, and passengers are trying to get off of it. Suddenly, Maestro de Condenacion is seen exiting the plane, himself. He looks around, in an intriguing manor, as he makes his way to the ground. When he does make his way to the ground, he begins to study a piece of paper, as he appears to be trying to figure out.......just where to go. The scene fades to black.] [When the scene reopens, Maestro de Condenacion is located in a hotel room. He has a book with him.....which he's presently looking at. The page which he's opened to in the book....appears to be showing the Neo Japan Pro Wrestling, roster. Maestro de Condenacion starts to speak to himself....] Maestro de Condenacion: Yakumo Matsumoto.....RAPTOR.........Ryoga Izanagi.......Maestro de Condenacion. Ah......how thrilling to see my name, on the roster, of such a great new promotion. Marc Thomas.....Toshiro Watanabe.....hmmm......I wonder if that's any relation to Tomoko. [Maestro de Condenacion continues to read on down the roster. After completely looking over it, he turns the page, and for a few seconds, thumbs through the book. Eventually, he lays it down on his bed, stands up, and begins to walk around the room.] Maestro de Condenacion: Man.....it's been a while since I have been here. I'm practically lost. The atmosphere of this place seems to have changed as well........but, I don't guess I should have much of a problem. I guess the one thing that worries me the most........is thinking about whether or not I can handle this class of composition. [Maestro de Condenacion begins to think to himself.......] . o 0 (It's been years since my father was able to train me. Back at that time......I was ready for this class of composition. But, I didn't get much of a chance to prove it.) [He speaks out loud....to himself......again.] I have wrestled in the U.S. for so long, that I have almost no recollection of how to wrestle.......based on the training I received many years ago. But, ya know.....I'm sure my skills are good enough, to get me by for a while. I am one of the best mat wrestlers in the world. My father taught me to wrestle on the mat.....and that's what I've always done. I haven't lost those skills........so, I'm sure I can get by. [Maestro de Condenacion walks over to a window, in the room, and stares through it for a while. As he stands there, staring, he softly speaks.....] Maestro de Condenacion: This is really a spectacular site......when you haven't seen it in so long.......... [The scene fades to black.....] ===