Somewhere in Japan.
Matt - You know shomething, Junichi, I did not think I would ever get thish far.
Matt Piperooy, CWA representative in the Bar Room Brawl, is confiding in his new man-valet, Junichi.
Matt - I mean, how did thish happen? Me, the Orange Lucha, in the final of the Bar Room Brawl?
Junichi - Truly, foreign devil lord, it is because your skills are unequalled. You are mighty in the ways of the Ninja.
Matt - I think I have jusht been lucky, bro. I have only been having to fight againsht ladiesh, but now I am to fight Prototype?
Junichi - He is a formidable foe, and a deadly one. I, Junichi, am sworn to aid you, and I shall.
Matt - That'sh aweshome, bro!
Matt takes one last drag of his herbal Amsterdam 'cigarette', and performs a number of faintly homoerotic stretching and bending exercises.
Matt - Feel the burn, for shure! One! Two! Three! Hup Holland!
Elsewhere, a little earlier…
Proto - I don't give one third of one fifth of a flying f***! You WILL let me re-enter your stupid gay country. I am awesome, and so deserve to go anywhere I damn well want!
Prototype is having issues at the airport.
Official - Mr Prototype-san. It is brought to our honorable attention that you attempt to bring in not legal produce into our country.
Proto - Like what? Apples, oranges and s***?
The airport official takes out a list.
Official - Taser, 50,000 volts, one. Four feet long warrior blade, one. Very honorable weapon but not permitted to import. Cylinder of Sarin nerve gas, one.
Proto - Oh yeah. Heh heh heh. That's a, uh, gift. That's right a gift. And I have diplomatic immunity.
Proto brandishes an official-looking document.
Proto - See? It says it right there.
Official - Sorry, but not allowed, no.
Ten minutes later, we see an angry looking Prototype getting into a cab outside Tokyo airport.
Proto - I hate Japan.
