___________ ___ __ \__ ___/__________ ____\_ |__ |__| | |_/ __ \_ __ \_/ __ \| __ \| | | |\ ___/| | \/\ ___/| \_\ \ | |____| \___ >__| \___ >___ /__| \/ \/ \/ __________ __ __ __ __ \______ \__ __| | | | _____/ |_|__| ____ | | _/ | \ | | | _/ __ \ __\ |/ \ | | \ | / |_| |_\ ___/| | | | | \ |______ /____/|____/____/\___ >__| |__|___| / \/ \/ \/ Neo Japan Pro Wrestling -- Terebi Bulletin -- 2/4/1999 PART 2 _ __ _____ _ ____________________________________________ / |/ /_ / / _ \ | /| / / / / / // / ___/ |/ |/ / Maestro De Condenacion /_/|_/\___/_/ |__/|__/_________________________________________/ [The scene opens in a restaurant. The lighting is very dim. Designs of various symbols line the walls. Soft music plays in the background, as waitresses are seen walking around. Some are serving food to tables...... some are taking orders........some are walking to an unnoticeable destination........and some are just standing around talking.] [One waitress is seen, walking over to a table, where Maestro de Condenacion sits.] Waitress: Sir, I'm sorry, but we seem to be out of water at the moment. Could I get you anything else; perhaps a glass of grape milk? Maestro de Condenacion: Uhhhh.....well, I guess. [The waitress writes down the order of grape milk, turns...and walks away. The scene continues to focus on Maestro de Condenacion. As he sits there, he begins to speak to himself....] Maestro de Condenacion: So far, my return to Japan has seemed nothing other than weird. But, oh well.....I'll get used to it. [As he sits there, he pulls a pamphlet out of his pocket, and looks at it. The front of the pamphlet reads "Denkoo Puroresu!!." Maestro opens it, and begins to read to himself.......] Maestro de Condenacion: " Maestro de Condenacion, and El Maestro Jr. vs. Crush Guys. Hmm..... that should be interesting. What makes this more difficult, is that once again I don't really know much about my teammate, in this match, either. [Maestro de Condenacion's waitress comes back, empty-handed.] Waitress: Sir, it seems that we're having some trouble serving you today. I again, need to apologize to you, because, as I was coming out with your grape milk, I stumbled and dropped it. Unfortunately, that was the last of our grape syrup too, so is there anything else you'd like? Maestro de Condenacion: No thanks, I guess I will just find somewhere else to go..... Waitress: As you wish. You're total will be $7.25, would you like to pay in cash, a check, or use a credit card? Maestro de Condenacion: Excuse me......but, exactly what am I paying for? Waitress: Ok....your water was $2.50, and the grape milk was $4.75. Maestro de Condenacion: Let me get this straight. I ordered water, which you didn't even have, for some reason which still baffles me, then you recommended me to order a grape milk, which you dropped, and I never received.......and you are actually making me pay for those things? Waitress: Well....who else would? I'm sure not, and someone has to. I don't know where you're from, but around here, when you order something, you pay for it. Maestro de Condenacion: For crying out loud.........here.... [Maestro de Condenacion hands the waitress a 10 dollar bill, and walks out. Maestro wonders along the sides of the restaurant's outside walls. He eventually just leans backwards against the wall, and stands there.] [After a couple of minutes, someone walks up to Maestro de Condenacion with a copy of the same pamphlet Maestro has, and asks him.....] Stranger: {pointing to the picture of Maestro in the pamphlet} Hey, isn't this you??? Maestro de Condenacion: Yeah......it is. Stranger: Cool.....do you think you'll win? Maestro de Condenacion: I don't know. It's not really a matter of who wins.....but, I am really looking forward to competing with and against talent of this magnitude. If you don't mind, I need to be moving on though. [As the stranger goes into his response, Maestro has turned and started walking away. The scene fades to black.] [The scene reopens with Maestro walking into an, obviously abandoned, building. It's very dark.. other than the rays of light, which enter through the door. Dust and dirt cover everything.... and spiderwebs are distinguished in several corners. Maestro de Condenacion walks around cautiously, but appears to be intrigued by the presence of this building. He stops, and continues to look around.....] Maestro de Condenacion: Well, I'll be.......... [The scene fades to black....] ---- Genichiro Matsumura: "Mat-wrestler par excellence Maestro de Condenacion coming off a big victory on SJPW Zenmen Sensou, looking to impress the home team Neo J crowd this weekend.. We are now going to comments from one of the new breed of Japanese wrestlers, the very bizzarre Loki.." _ __ _____ _ ____________________________________________ / |/ /_ / / _ \ | /| / / / / / // / ___/ |/ |/ / Loki /_/|_/\___/_/ |__/|__/_________________________________________/ [SCENE: A pure black room. Nothing but shadows can be seen moving in strange patterns. Two voices are heard, one male and one female. Odd moans and groans and be heard, followed quickly by cries of frustration.] Male Voice: "I swear, I swear this never happened to me before!" Female voice: "Don't worry baby..." [The light abruptly flips on, and lying in a run down Tokyo Hotel room is a still unknown woman and NJPW wrestler, LOKI. LOKI is sporting short hair, dyed red on one side, and green on the other. He's also wearing a pair of lame looking sunglasses that are way to big, and constantly sliding off of his nose.] LOKI: "I think...I think I broke it." Woman: "I'm sure you didn't break it baby. Why don't you do something else for a while, to take your mind off of it." LOKI: "That's not a bad idea. Maybe I'll give an interview for the NJPW camera." Woman: "Huh? What do you mean, camera?" LOKI: "Oh. It's a hidden camera, it's been taping since we got up here." Woman: "BASTARD!!!" [The woman slaps LOKI hard in the face, and storms off, taking the blanket with her and leaving LOKI "exposed". With a small yelp of surprise, LOKI grabs a pillow...a VERY small pillow to cover himself. It does the job just fine.] LOKI: "Oh...well. The debut of 'Terebi Neo-J Bulletin' aired, and LOKI saw some things that he liked, and some other things that he disliked. For starters, I saw gaijin Marc Thomas bully around a little camera man, who was like half his size. THAT'S why I love americans so damn much. They know how to have fun. They're not like these 'puroresu' losers. They know that this sport of pro-wrestling is not about honor. It's not about respect. As a great american thinker once said, 'It's all about the benjamins, baby!'. LOKI is the father of a new revolution in Japanese Athletics. A tsunami of change is hitting Japan as we speak, and LOKI has the only boat fast enough to ride the wave to the top of the world. Jump on LOKI's boat...or drown." [Loki reaches under the bed, pulling a pair of black jeans out from under the bed. He carefully slips them on, trying not to show the camera too much.] LOKI: "This new revolution that I speak of, would be alot easier to bring about if I didn't have these puroresu rats trying to keep the traditions alive. I'm talking about guys like Maestro de Condenacion. Here's a man who was disgraced by Japan, and forced to wrestle on the dirty streets of Mexico. Yet, he has come back with hopes of suceeding in Japan. Maestro de Condenacion, you are a fool. You of all people should be embracing the new revolution, but I doubt you will. Then there is one of those dirty luchadors, El Maestro Jr. Why EMJr, do you promise the fans of NJPW that you'll respect their local wrestlers? Better yet, why do you care to even address the fans? They're nothing but rats. Dogs. And you, El Maestro, are the king of dogs. But there is worse than you. Riki Kazama, you are the the paragon of a 'puroresu rat'. All proud because you ancestors passedthe torch down to you? You shouldn't be. Honor and respect are dead, and LOKI laughs at those who try to continue the old ways. Like I said, a tsunami of change is coming for us...and rats like you Kazama, are going to be wiped out." [fade.] === Genichiro Matsumura: "A blatant, reckless disregard for the roots of puroresu, Loki looking to establish a new code of 'honor'. Let us now take you to footage of the enigmatic Apex.." _ __ _____ _ ____________________________________________ / |/ /_ / / _ \ | /| / / / / / // / ___/ |/ |/ / Apex /_/|_/\___/_/ |__/|__/_________________________________________/ (The scene opens in the mid of night outside Apex's gothic mansion. The moon, roughly half lit, provides the only source of light. Tall pine trees are seen, as well as leafless willow trees.) [A cold wind gusts through the area; it's sound seems hallow and empty.] [The camera pans from it's original view.](A large ominous fountain is situated in the center of the camera's newview.Its exterior wall is made of what appears to be some sort of masonite. A black dragon is at the helm of the statue, spewing forth water at a turtle's pace. In fact, the entire flow of the fountain seems somewhat slow. Sitting on a ledge of the fountain, Apex.) (Apex is wearing a long black trench coat, which appears dirty and torn in several places. Underneath he has on long baggy blue jeans, which are torn up and down, to and fro. His shirt is black, and across the front in white letters, "NIN". His long hair, both sides; blonde and white, sways in the wind. Apex has his left leg on the fountain, and his left elbow resting on it. He allows his right arm and leg to hang limply to the side opposite the water. Apex's head is down.) Apex: War. "How can there be anything less? This world we occupy is full of madness, full of hatred. This world is full of hopelessness, anger, and betrayal. All of these, are the seeds of war. The human race acting as a hole, planted each seed, watered each seed, and watched each seed grow into a small tree .And as it was, this seed is imperative to our survival, but we let it grow out of hand. The small trees, now peak past the Heavens. There is no escape, no refuge from the trees. Perhaps if the humans before us would have remembered, 'that what you reap, is what you sow.'" "But the days of controlling the trees... are over. Now, we must live with them, exist along side our evil. Suggestions have been made, cut the trees off, eliminate evil. But to cut the trees, would mean the trees would fall. And if a tree of this magnitude is to fall, just one... if just one tree falls,it will crush our world, our culture, our existence. Burn the treen down... that is the other of the key suggestions. Unfortunately, ours is continue to water the tree, and it would be nearly impossible to burn such moist bark. So, with any hope of destroying the evil gone, we were to be left hopeless, dead, alone." [Apex lifts his head. His eyes are bloodshot, his face exploding with a calm anger.] Apex: So it was to be. "And for the most part, it was. People now live in fear of their neighbors, people now live in fear of nuclear holocaust, people live in fear of their own shadows. But I, I refuse to be afraid of the evil... I have found a third way. I have risen above the evil, I have walked to the largest tree...the tree of hate... and I climbed it. For years, I went upward, wondering if there was a limit to the hate spawned from our world." "I've reached the top." [Apex rises from the fountain. He turns to it, and clasps water in his hands, placing it to his lips. He walks around the fountain. The camera follows.] (The new scene is that of the front door of the mansion. The mansion is unlit, and is rather threatening. The front door could be mistaken for the gate to Hell.) Apex: This, is why I am the Apex. "It's true, usually Apex is in accordance to a mountain, or a peak. But in my case, it is in coordination with the top of our sins. I can honestly say that I am the most hateful person in the world... I use the power of hatred, I love the power of hatred. Each time a man strikes out at another man, I can feel myself inching closer to my goal... my goal of complete Chaos. Complete, pandamonium. I have struggled for sometime, searching for a proficient way to accomplish this task. The answer." "War. I have fought many wars, some secretive, others public, and a toni n the wrestling world. Some will say, that wrestling doesn't accomplish bringing the world closer to Chaos. To them I say this, consider that it is proven that what a child watches affects him. I come on television, I show my true colors, I cheat, I steal, I hurt others, I hurt myself. Now maybe, just maybe... one child in a thousand will grow up to be like me. But, if you say that there are a million children watching me, then a thousand children will grow up to be another Apex. And as they spread the message, a thousand Apex's will mathmatically make it a million children of the generation after theirs. Now granted, this is two generations beyond me, and I'll never live to see it... but when the world is basically in ruins, and the survivors of whatever Hell the future Apex's bring look at the tomes... they will see a history of wrestling book. And then, they will see that it was me, it was Apex who brought this Hell to them. And then, and only then will they understand the truth." "I am sure that each of you ponders the truth... at some point in your life. But, it isn't for you to know... it's for me to know, and for you gullible future children to find out. Now, the question on each mind... Why is Apex in a Japanese organization?" [Apex reaches the main entrance to his mansion. He stops and turns around, again avoiding the camera by looking down.] Apex: It is quite simple. "It isn't that I've abandoned my quest of tarnishing the American children, for I still wrestle for a rather large Amercian company...it's that I am seeking to tarnish the Japanese children as well. Isn't it grand... how, I, the root of all evil... will be paid enormous amounts of money for soiling your children." [Apex turns and looks to his left. He makes a gesture with his head in that direction, despite no one being there. Apex opens the door, holds it open for some imaginary figure, and enters the mansion.] (Fade to Black.) ----- Genichiro Matsumura: "Yet another brush with the darkside, Apex.. Our final superstar of the progam, let's go to translated comments from El Maestro jr" _ __ ______________________________________ / |/ /_ / / _ \ | /| / / / / / // / ___/ |/ |/ / El Maestro Jr. /_/|_/\___/_/ |__/|__/_________________________________________/ (El Maestro Jr. jogs down a path at a local park. Wearing shorts a Neo Japan windbreaker, and one of his "casual"masks, he's in the middle of one of his strenuous workouts) EMj: (still running) I came here with aspirations of being treated with respect by the Japanese wrestlers, and while on the most part that's been the norm, I find that the Crush Guys lack and sense of the word. During the trios match at SJPW they showed myself and my partners that they're willing to do anything to win. Well, that's something I'm no stranger to, boys; I spent the first half of my career as a rudo in my home country of Mexico, so if I'm going to have to fight fire with fire in our next meeting, then so be it. This time around its an Australian rules match, and I have the utmost confidence in myself and the skills of my partner Maestro de Condencion! Crush Guys be ready, VIVA MEIXO! y VIVA LA LUCHA!!!!!!! (He continues running, as the camera fades to black)