·The UNIFIED Internet and Intercontinential Champion!· GBT! Time: 4:34 pm Date: Wednesday, 2/27/02 Place: San Diego, CA [Camera opens to GBT sitting in his living room. Stacks of books cover his coffee table, and several large stacks of books lay around the couch. GBT is leaning back comfortably on his couch, reading one of the large volumes. On the cover the words “Rules & Regulations – WFW 1999” can be read. Each stack of books seems to be from a different year, from 1999 through 2002. The phone rings, and GBT answers it, still reading the books.] GBT: Hello? Eileen: Hi Brian! Are you feeling better today? GBT: Yeah, thanks. My ribs are feeling a lot better today. I’m definitely gong to be ready this Friday. There is one thing that bothers me, though. Eileen: What’s that? Your neck? Your shoulder? GBT: No, no, nothing like that at all. Something else has been bugging me. Ryo is the president, and he has all the power in the world to make matches. I can’t fight that. But something about this match with Sane and Rage bothers me. It smells like a setup to me, and I hate being setup! Eileen: You think he is planning something against you? Why would he do something like that? GBT: I’m still trying to figure that out. There’s something about this match that’s bugging me. It might take me a little while to figure it out, but I swear there’s something there to find! Eileen: Well, if it’s there, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You want me to come over later? You can take a break from whatever you are doing, and we can go out somewhere nice before we have to leave tomorrow. GBT: Yeah, I think a night on the town will help me clear my head. I’ll be by your place at 7:30, and we’ll head out from there. That sound ok? Eileen: Sounds perfect. See you then. I love you, Brian. GBT: Love you too, Eileen. See you later. [GBT hangs up the phone, and continues reading. Several seconds later, the phone rings, startling him.] GBT: Hello? Kingy: GBT! How ya doing, Champ? Your ribs ok? GBT: Hey, King. Yeah, my ribs are healing up ok. I’ll be ready for Friday. I’m going to go out on a limb here, but I’m guessing you want an interview, right? Kingy: Well…I had called to see if I could borrow your 3-foot bong, actually. GBT: What? Really? Kingy: Well, no, not really! You’re right. I want an interview. Think there’s a chance we could get one done today? GBT: Nope. I’ve got a date with my sweet lady! Kingy: So, how about tomorrow, then? GBT: Sure, I’ll meet you at the production studio, 9:00 am sharp. I want to have a few words with Ryo Suzuki anyhow. Kingy: See ya then, GBT! [GBT hangs up the phone, and goes back to reading the book.] Time: 8:30 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, parking lot [Camera opens to GBT climbing out of a rental car. He is wearing a black muscle shirt with a zipper going 6 inches down the front, black jeans, black high top sneakers, and sunglasses. He walks up to the front of the WFW building, and inside. He walks past the receptionists’ desk, and straight to the elevator. He pushes the “up” button and waits. The elevator doors open, and he walks in. He pushes the top button, and rides his way to the top. He exits the elevator, and walks up to Muraskai, who is sitting at the desk outside Ryo Hyzaki’s office. GBT walks past him, and into Ryo’s office without pause. Murasaki quickly gets up out of his chair, and attempts to stop GBT.] Murasaki: Please, Ryo is in an important meeting! You cannot disturb him! Please! [GBT ignores him, and pushes into Ryo’s office. Inside, Ryo is shown sitting behind the large oak desk. On top of the desk is a small Banzai tree, and Ryo is clipping it, while speaking to it in soft Japanese. He looks up from his tree as GBT storms into his office.] GBT: I want to see you, Ryo. NOW! [Ryo waves Murasaki back out of the room, who shuts the door as he exits.] Ryo: You are seeing me right now! GBT: You know what I mean. I want to talk to you, damn it! Ryo: You are already talking to me. What do you want, GBT? If you have come to smoke my tree, I’m afraid I will have to stop you. Besides, I don’t believe it would work as well as your pot. [GBT walks over to Ryo’s desk, places both hands on the top, and leans over at the WFW President.] GBT: I’m not talking about your plant, and I’m not talking about pot. I want to talk to you about Friday’s card! Ryo: Certainly. Do you like the match you have been placed in? [GBT speaks through clenched teeth.] GBT: If I liked the card, do you think I would be here? Ryo: You seem agitated, Bud. Would you like a Pepsi, or some green tea? I think you would like green tea, if you gave it a chance. [Ryo stands up, and crosses over to the wet bar, where an electric teapot sits. He takes a cup, and pours a tea for himself. He holds a cup out for GBT who ignores it. Ryo shrugs his shoulders, and walks back over to his desk, and sits down, sipping his tea. GBT leans back over the desk.] GBT: Enough with the tea, and enough with the games! Dammit, Ryo this match is completely unfair! [Ryo sips his tea nonplussed.] Ryo: What do you mean, Bud? You have been in 3 way matches before. How can you say it’s unfair? GBT: You know I’m hurt, Ryo! You know I broke 3 of my ribs Saturday against the Outlaw! You know if you put me in the ring against Sane and Rage I’m bound to get hurt again! You just want to put me out! Ryo: You’ve got it wrong, Bud. I want nothing more than an exciting, entertaining program. If you are hurt, you shouldn’t wrestle! GBT: You’d strip me of the title faster than Rage on a virgin school girl if I didn’t wrestle! And you know it! Ryo: Again, you have me wrong, Bud. I placed you in a match worthy of your status. Someone of your caliber should be able to fend off two opponents at the same time. You have even won against worse odds than that! GBT: I was healthy, then, Ryo! You’re setting me up, just like you set me up against Steve Hughes! Ryo: I had nothing to do with your problems with Steve Hughes. GBT: What?!?! Are you INSANE, you Japanese douche bag? YOU booked me over and over against Steve Hughes! You booked me against him time and time again hoping he would hurt me, until finally he did! Ryo: I book the most entertaining and exciting matches I can, Bud. If you feel I have personally attacked you, I can’t be blamed for that. Your problems with Steve Hughes started long before I came to the WFW, and for that you can blame Lito. GBT: I can’t blame Lito for shit! He’s worm food, in case you forgot! Ryo: I know exactly what happened to Lito, maybe better than you! You have a match Friday! Justin Sane and Damien Rage will be your opponents! You are dismissed! BANZAI! GBT: Fuck no, I’m not dismissed! You can’t book me in a 3-way dance when I’m hurt! You haven’t even had a #1 contenders match for my title! Hell, you have a #1 contender match for the Hardcore title, the US title, even the World title, but why not MY title? Why isn’t there a #1 contender for the Unified title? You’re out to get me you poor excuse for a Godzilla movie! Ryo: You are dismissed, GBT. Please leave now. I don’t want to have to chop off my own head. Understand? GBT: This isn’t done, Ryo. Not by a long shot. By Friday, I’m not wrestling those two. And you can bet your BANANA on it! Ryo: It is not my banana being bet upon, GBT. [Ryo quickly stands up, and pulls his sword in a blur, placing it under GBT’s chin.] Ryo: It is yours. Now get out of my office. BANZAI! [Ryo sits back down, and sheathes his sword in one smooth motion. GBT storms out of his office. Ryo puts his banzai tree back on his desk, and goes back to work trimming it.] Time: 8:59 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, Production Studio [Camera opens to the King of Hearts sitting in front of a WFW banner, microphone in hand. As the camera turns on, he lifts it and starts to speak.] Kingy: Once again, it is my pleasure, and more than you deserve, to bring to you an exclusive interview with the Unified Internet and Intercontinental champion, GBT! Once again, thank you for your time Champ! [The camera pans back, and GBT is shown wearing the same tight black shirt with the zipper, and his sunglasses. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail.] GBT: Yeah, thanks, King. Kingy: I heard you had a meeting with President Hyzaki this morning. Did it go well? GBT: No, it didn’t go well at all, King! Hyzaki is clearly out to get the Unified title off of me as quickly as he can. I wrestled a BRUTAL match against the Outlaw Steve Hughes on Saturday. Now, he expects me to step into the ring against two opponents: Justin Sane, and Damien Rage. GBT: On a normal day, King, I’d say bring it on! Let them try their best, because their best isn’t even good enough! But it’s not a normal day. I’m injured, and I should NOT have to face these two men on Friday! Kingy: You’re not afraid of losing to one of them are you? [GBT looks over at the King, and whips off his sunglasses. He glares straight through the King.] GBT: Don’t you EVER say I’m afraid of them, King! I’m not afraid of ANYONE, or ANY type of match! You want to put me in a flaming barbed wire on a pole match against 5 men? BRING IT ON! You want to put me in a 3-way hardcore junkyard dance? Show me the way! Hell, he could have booked me in a Japanese Haiku Match against 10 men, and I would have JUMPED at the chance! GBT: But Saturday, Steve Hughes put me through a windshied, breaking 3 of my ribs, separating my shoulder, and twisting my neck. I’m as tough as they come, King! Hell, I’m probably tougher than the nipple Rage breast fed on until he was 16! But this is downright UNFAIR! This is BIASED, and UNMITIGATED! Ryo has booked me in this match to take advantage of my injuries! He wants to see me humiliated and physically destroyed by these two, for his own sadistic pleasure! GBT: He even threatened me today, King! If I don’t wrestle on Friday, he'll strip me of BOTH my titles, and let Sane and Rage battle it out without me! It’s a damned CONSPIRACY against me! He’s putting my health up for grabs, let alone my two belts! Kingy: So, what are you going to do, Bud? It sounds like you have something planned! [GBT reaches off camera, and gets a "WFW Rules & Regulations" book. He opens it, scans it for a second, and looks over at the King with a smile.] GBT: No plan yet, King. But I assure you I am working on something. [GBT looks at the camera.] GBT: And Friday, Ryo, I’ll guarantee that I won’t be wrestling against Justin Sane and Damien Rage for my titles! You can bet your BANANA on it! [GBT snaps the book shut with a loud *THWACK*, stands up, and walks off camera.]
GBT! Time: 4:34 pm Date: Wednesday, 2/27/02 Place: San Diego, CA [Camera opens to GBT sitting in his living room. Stacks of books cover his coffee table, and several large stacks of books lay around the couch. GBT is leaning back comfortably on his couch, reading one of the large volumes. On the cover the words “Rules & Regulations – WFW 1999” can be read. Each stack of books seems to be from a different year, from 1999 through 2002. The phone rings, and GBT answers it, still reading the books.] GBT: Hello? Eileen: Hi Brian! Are you feeling better today? GBT: Yeah, thanks. My ribs are feeling a lot better today. I’m definitely gong to be ready this Friday. There is one thing that bothers me, though. Eileen: What’s that? Your neck? Your shoulder? GBT: No, no, nothing like that at all. Something else has been bugging me. Ryo is the president, and he has all the power in the world to make matches. I can’t fight that. But something about this match with Sane and Rage bothers me. It smells like a setup to me, and I hate being setup! Eileen: You think he is planning something against you? Why would he do something like that? GBT: I’m still trying to figure that out. There’s something about this match that’s bugging me. It might take me a little while to figure it out, but I swear there’s something there to find! Eileen: Well, if it’s there, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You want me to come over later? You can take a break from whatever you are doing, and we can go out somewhere nice before we have to leave tomorrow. GBT: Yeah, I think a night on the town will help me clear my head. I’ll be by your place at 7:30, and we’ll head out from there. That sound ok? Eileen: Sounds perfect. See you then. I love you, Brian. GBT: Love you too, Eileen. See you later. [GBT hangs up the phone, and continues reading. Several seconds later, the phone rings, startling him.] GBT: Hello? Kingy: GBT! How ya doing, Champ? Your ribs ok? GBT: Hey, King. Yeah, my ribs are healing up ok. I’ll be ready for Friday. I’m going to go out on a limb here, but I’m guessing you want an interview, right? Kingy: Well…I had called to see if I could borrow your 3-foot bong, actually. GBT: What? Really? Kingy: Well, no, not really! You’re right. I want an interview. Think there’s a chance we could get one done today? GBT: Nope. I’ve got a date with my sweet lady! Kingy: So, how about tomorrow, then? GBT: Sure, I’ll meet you at the production studio, 9:00 am sharp. I want to have a few words with Ryo Suzuki anyhow. Kingy: See ya then, GBT! [GBT hangs up the phone, and goes back to reading the book.] Time: 8:30 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, parking lot [Camera opens to GBT climbing out of a rental car. He is wearing a black muscle shirt with a zipper going 6 inches down the front, black jeans, black high top sneakers, and sunglasses. He walks up to the front of the WFW building, and inside. He walks past the receptionists’ desk, and straight to the elevator. He pushes the “up” button and waits. The elevator doors open, and he walks in. He pushes the top button, and rides his way to the top. He exits the elevator, and walks up to Muraskai, who is sitting at the desk outside Ryo Hyzaki’s office. GBT walks past him, and into Ryo’s office without pause. Murasaki quickly gets up out of his chair, and attempts to stop GBT.] Murasaki: Please, Ryo is in an important meeting! You cannot disturb him! Please! [GBT ignores him, and pushes into Ryo’s office. Inside, Ryo is shown sitting behind the large oak desk. On top of the desk is a small Banzai tree, and Ryo is clipping it, while speaking to it in soft Japanese. He looks up from his tree as GBT storms into his office.] GBT: I want to see you, Ryo. NOW! [Ryo waves Murasaki back out of the room, who shuts the door as he exits.] Ryo: You are seeing me right now! GBT: You know what I mean. I want to talk to you, damn it! Ryo: You are already talking to me. What do you want, GBT? If you have come to smoke my tree, I’m afraid I will have to stop you. Besides, I don’t believe it would work as well as your pot. [GBT walks over to Ryo’s desk, places both hands on the top, and leans over at the WFW President.] GBT: I’m not talking about your plant, and I’m not talking about pot. I want to talk to you about Friday’s card! Ryo: Certainly. Do you like the match you have been placed in? [GBT speaks through clenched teeth.] GBT: If I liked the card, do you think I would be here? Ryo: You seem agitated, Bud. Would you like a Pepsi, or some green tea? I think you would like green tea, if you gave it a chance. [Ryo stands up, and crosses over to the wet bar, where an electric teapot sits. He takes a cup, and pours a tea for himself. He holds a cup out for GBT who ignores it. Ryo shrugs his shoulders, and walks back over to his desk, and sits down, sipping his tea. GBT leans back over the desk.] GBT: Enough with the tea, and enough with the games! Dammit, Ryo this match is completely unfair! [Ryo sips his tea nonplussed.] Ryo: What do you mean, Bud? You have been in 3 way matches before. How can you say it’s unfair? GBT: You know I’m hurt, Ryo! You know I broke 3 of my ribs Saturday against the Outlaw! You know if you put me in the ring against Sane and Rage I’m bound to get hurt again! You just want to put me out! Ryo: You’ve got it wrong, Bud. I want nothing more than an exciting, entertaining program. If you are hurt, you shouldn’t wrestle! GBT: You’d strip me of the title faster than Rage on a virgin school girl if I didn’t wrestle! And you know it! Ryo: Again, you have me wrong, Bud. I placed you in a match worthy of your status. Someone of your caliber should be able to fend off two opponents at the same time. You have even won against worse odds than that! GBT: I was healthy, then, Ryo! You’re setting me up, just like you set me up against Steve Hughes! Ryo: I had nothing to do with your problems with Steve Hughes. GBT: What?!?! Are you INSANE, you Japanese douche bag? YOU booked me over and over against Steve Hughes! You booked me against him time and time again hoping he would hurt me, until finally he did! Ryo: I book the most entertaining and exciting matches I can, Bud. If you feel I have personally attacked you, I can’t be blamed for that. Your problems with Steve Hughes started long before I came to the WFW, and for that you can blame Lito. GBT: I can’t blame Lito for shit! He’s worm food, in case you forgot! Ryo: I know exactly what happened to Lito, maybe better than you! You have a match Friday! Justin Sane and Damien Rage will be your opponents! You are dismissed! BANZAI! GBT: Fuck no, I’m not dismissed! You can’t book me in a 3-way dance when I’m hurt! You haven’t even had a #1 contenders match for my title! Hell, you have a #1 contender match for the Hardcore title, the US title, even the World title, but why not MY title? Why isn’t there a #1 contender for the Unified title? You’re out to get me you poor excuse for a Godzilla movie! Ryo: You are dismissed, GBT. Please leave now. I don’t want to have to chop off my own head. Understand? GBT: This isn’t done, Ryo. Not by a long shot. By Friday, I’m not wrestling those two. And you can bet your BANANA on it! Ryo: It is not my banana being bet upon, GBT. [Ryo quickly stands up, and pulls his sword in a blur, placing it under GBT’s chin.] Ryo: It is yours. Now get out of my office. BANZAI! [Ryo sits back down, and sheathes his sword in one smooth motion. GBT storms out of his office. Ryo puts his banzai tree back on his desk, and goes back to work trimming it.] Time: 8:59 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, Production Studio [Camera opens to the King of Hearts sitting in front of a WFW banner, microphone in hand. As the camera turns on, he lifts it and starts to speak.] Kingy: Once again, it is my pleasure, and more than you deserve, to bring to you an exclusive interview with the Unified Internet and Intercontinental champion, GBT! Once again, thank you for your time Champ! [The camera pans back, and GBT is shown wearing the same tight black shirt with the zipper, and his sunglasses. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail.] GBT: Yeah, thanks, King. Kingy: I heard you had a meeting with President Hyzaki this morning. Did it go well? GBT: No, it didn’t go well at all, King! Hyzaki is clearly out to get the Unified title off of me as quickly as he can. I wrestled a BRUTAL match against the Outlaw Steve Hughes on Saturday. Now, he expects me to step into the ring against two opponents: Justin Sane, and Damien Rage. GBT: On a normal day, King, I’d say bring it on! Let them try their best, because their best isn’t even good enough! But it’s not a normal day. I’m injured, and I should NOT have to face these two men on Friday! Kingy: You’re not afraid of losing to one of them are you? [GBT looks over at the King, and whips off his sunglasses. He glares straight through the King.] GBT: Don’t you EVER say I’m afraid of them, King! I’m not afraid of ANYONE, or ANY type of match! You want to put me in a flaming barbed wire on a pole match against 5 men? BRING IT ON! You want to put me in a 3-way hardcore junkyard dance? Show me the way! Hell, he could have booked me in a Japanese Haiku Match against 10 men, and I would have JUMPED at the chance! GBT: But Saturday, Steve Hughes put me through a windshied, breaking 3 of my ribs, separating my shoulder, and twisting my neck. I’m as tough as they come, King! Hell, I’m probably tougher than the nipple Rage breast fed on until he was 16! But this is downright UNFAIR! This is BIASED, and UNMITIGATED! Ryo has booked me in this match to take advantage of my injuries! He wants to see me humiliated and physically destroyed by these two, for his own sadistic pleasure! GBT: He even threatened me today, King! If I don’t wrestle on Friday, he'll strip me of BOTH my titles, and let Sane and Rage battle it out without me! It’s a damned CONSPIRACY against me! He’s putting my health up for grabs, let alone my two belts! Kingy: So, what are you going to do, Bud? It sounds like you have something planned! [GBT reaches off camera, and gets a "WFW Rules & Regulations" book. He opens it, scans it for a second, and looks over at the King with a smile.] GBT: No plan yet, King. But I assure you I am working on something. [GBT looks at the camera.] GBT: And Friday, Ryo, I’ll guarantee that I won’t be wrestling against Justin Sane and Damien Rage for my titles! You can bet your BANANA on it! [GBT snaps the book shut with a loud *THWACK*, stands up, and walks off camera.]
Time: 4:34 pm Date: Wednesday, 2/27/02 Place: San Diego, CA [Camera opens to GBT sitting in his living room. Stacks of books cover his coffee table, and several large stacks of books lay around the couch. GBT is leaning back comfortably on his couch, reading one of the large volumes. On the cover the words “Rules & Regulations – WFW 1999” can be read. Each stack of books seems to be from a different year, from 1999 through 2002. The phone rings, and GBT answers it, still reading the books.] GBT: Hello? Eileen: Hi Brian! Are you feeling better today? GBT: Yeah, thanks. My ribs are feeling a lot better today. I’m definitely gong to be ready this Friday. There is one thing that bothers me, though. Eileen: What’s that? Your neck? Your shoulder? GBT: No, no, nothing like that at all. Something else has been bugging me. Ryo is the president, and he has all the power in the world to make matches. I can’t fight that. But something about this match with Sane and Rage bothers me. It smells like a setup to me, and I hate being setup! Eileen: You think he is planning something against you? Why would he do something like that? GBT: I’m still trying to figure that out. There’s something about this match that’s bugging me. It might take me a little while to figure it out, but I swear there’s something there to find! Eileen: Well, if it’s there, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You want me to come over later? You can take a break from whatever you are doing, and we can go out somewhere nice before we have to leave tomorrow. GBT: Yeah, I think a night on the town will help me clear my head. I’ll be by your place at 7:30, and we’ll head out from there. That sound ok? Eileen: Sounds perfect. See you then. I love you, Brian. GBT: Love you too, Eileen. See you later. [GBT hangs up the phone, and continues reading. Several seconds later, the phone rings, startling him.] GBT: Hello? Kingy: GBT! How ya doing, Champ? Your ribs ok? GBT: Hey, King. Yeah, my ribs are healing up ok. I’ll be ready for Friday. I’m going to go out on a limb here, but I’m guessing you want an interview, right? Kingy: Well…I had called to see if I could borrow your 3-foot bong, actually. GBT: What? Really? Kingy: Well, no, not really! You’re right. I want an interview. Think there’s a chance we could get one done today? GBT: Nope. I’ve got a date with my sweet lady! Kingy: So, how about tomorrow, then? GBT: Sure, I’ll meet you at the production studio, 9:00 am sharp. I want to have a few words with Ryo Suzuki anyhow. Kingy: See ya then, GBT! [GBT hangs up the phone, and goes back to reading the book.] Time: 8:30 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, parking lot [Camera opens to GBT climbing out of a rental car. He is wearing a black muscle shirt with a zipper going 6 inches down the front, black jeans, black high top sneakers, and sunglasses. He walks up to the front of the WFW building, and inside. He walks past the receptionists’ desk, and straight to the elevator. He pushes the “up” button and waits. The elevator doors open, and he walks in. He pushes the top button, and rides his way to the top. He exits the elevator, and walks up to Muraskai, who is sitting at the desk outside Ryo Hyzaki’s office. GBT walks past him, and into Ryo’s office without pause. Murasaki quickly gets up out of his chair, and attempts to stop GBT.] Murasaki: Please, Ryo is in an important meeting! You cannot disturb him! Please! [GBT ignores him, and pushes into Ryo’s office. Inside, Ryo is shown sitting behind the large oak desk. On top of the desk is a small Banzai tree, and Ryo is clipping it, while speaking to it in soft Japanese. He looks up from his tree as GBT storms into his office.] GBT: I want to see you, Ryo. NOW! [Ryo waves Murasaki back out of the room, who shuts the door as he exits.] Ryo: You are seeing me right now! GBT: You know what I mean. I want to talk to you, damn it! Ryo: You are already talking to me. What do you want, GBT? If you have come to smoke my tree, I’m afraid I will have to stop you. Besides, I don’t believe it would work as well as your pot. [GBT walks over to Ryo’s desk, places both hands on the top, and leans over at the WFW President.] GBT: I’m not talking about your plant, and I’m not talking about pot. I want to talk to you about Friday’s card! Ryo: Certainly. Do you like the match you have been placed in? [GBT speaks through clenched teeth.] GBT: If I liked the card, do you think I would be here? Ryo: You seem agitated, Bud. Would you like a Pepsi, or some green tea? I think you would like green tea, if you gave it a chance. [Ryo stands up, and crosses over to the wet bar, where an electric teapot sits. He takes a cup, and pours a tea for himself. He holds a cup out for GBT who ignores it. Ryo shrugs his shoulders, and walks back over to his desk, and sits down, sipping his tea. GBT leans back over the desk.] GBT: Enough with the tea, and enough with the games! Dammit, Ryo this match is completely unfair! [Ryo sips his tea nonplussed.] Ryo: What do you mean, Bud? You have been in 3 way matches before. How can you say it’s unfair? GBT: You know I’m hurt, Ryo! You know I broke 3 of my ribs Saturday against the Outlaw! You know if you put me in the ring against Sane and Rage I’m bound to get hurt again! You just want to put me out! Ryo: You’ve got it wrong, Bud. I want nothing more than an exciting, entertaining program. If you are hurt, you shouldn’t wrestle! GBT: You’d strip me of the title faster than Rage on a virgin school girl if I didn’t wrestle! And you know it! Ryo: Again, you have me wrong, Bud. I placed you in a match worthy of your status. Someone of your caliber should be able to fend off two opponents at the same time. You have even won against worse odds than that! GBT: I was healthy, then, Ryo! You’re setting me up, just like you set me up against Steve Hughes! Ryo: I had nothing to do with your problems with Steve Hughes. GBT: What?!?! Are you INSANE, you Japanese douche bag? YOU booked me over and over against Steve Hughes! You booked me against him time and time again hoping he would hurt me, until finally he did! Ryo: I book the most entertaining and exciting matches I can, Bud. If you feel I have personally attacked you, I can’t be blamed for that. Your problems with Steve Hughes started long before I came to the WFW, and for that you can blame Lito. GBT: I can’t blame Lito for shit! He’s worm food, in case you forgot! Ryo: I know exactly what happened to Lito, maybe better than you! You have a match Friday! Justin Sane and Damien Rage will be your opponents! You are dismissed! BANZAI! GBT: Fuck no, I’m not dismissed! You can’t book me in a 3-way dance when I’m hurt! You haven’t even had a #1 contenders match for my title! Hell, you have a #1 contender match for the Hardcore title, the US title, even the World title, but why not MY title? Why isn’t there a #1 contender for the Unified title? You’re out to get me you poor excuse for a Godzilla movie! Ryo: You are dismissed, GBT. Please leave now. I don’t want to have to chop off my own head. Understand? GBT: This isn’t done, Ryo. Not by a long shot. By Friday, I’m not wrestling those two. And you can bet your BANANA on it! Ryo: It is not my banana being bet upon, GBT. [Ryo quickly stands up, and pulls his sword in a blur, placing it under GBT’s chin.] Ryo: It is yours. Now get out of my office. BANZAI! [Ryo sits back down, and sheathes his sword in one smooth motion. GBT storms out of his office. Ryo puts his banzai tree back on his desk, and goes back to work trimming it.] Time: 8:59 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, Production Studio [Camera opens to the King of Hearts sitting in front of a WFW banner, microphone in hand. As the camera turns on, he lifts it and starts to speak.] Kingy: Once again, it is my pleasure, and more than you deserve, to bring to you an exclusive interview with the Unified Internet and Intercontinental champion, GBT! Once again, thank you for your time Champ! [The camera pans back, and GBT is shown wearing the same tight black shirt with the zipper, and his sunglasses. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail.] GBT: Yeah, thanks, King. Kingy: I heard you had a meeting with President Hyzaki this morning. Did it go well? GBT: No, it didn’t go well at all, King! Hyzaki is clearly out to get the Unified title off of me as quickly as he can. I wrestled a BRUTAL match against the Outlaw Steve Hughes on Saturday. Now, he expects me to step into the ring against two opponents: Justin Sane, and Damien Rage. GBT: On a normal day, King, I’d say bring it on! Let them try their best, because their best isn’t even good enough! But it’s not a normal day. I’m injured, and I should NOT have to face these two men on Friday! Kingy: You’re not afraid of losing to one of them are you? [GBT looks over at the King, and whips off his sunglasses. He glares straight through the King.] GBT: Don’t you EVER say I’m afraid of them, King! I’m not afraid of ANYONE, or ANY type of match! You want to put me in a flaming barbed wire on a pole match against 5 men? BRING IT ON! You want to put me in a 3-way hardcore junkyard dance? Show me the way! Hell, he could have booked me in a Japanese Haiku Match against 10 men, and I would have JUMPED at the chance! GBT: But Saturday, Steve Hughes put me through a windshied, breaking 3 of my ribs, separating my shoulder, and twisting my neck. I’m as tough as they come, King! Hell, I’m probably tougher than the nipple Rage breast fed on until he was 16! But this is downright UNFAIR! This is BIASED, and UNMITIGATED! Ryo has booked me in this match to take advantage of my injuries! He wants to see me humiliated and physically destroyed by these two, for his own sadistic pleasure! GBT: He even threatened me today, King! If I don’t wrestle on Friday, he'll strip me of BOTH my titles, and let Sane and Rage battle it out without me! It’s a damned CONSPIRACY against me! He’s putting my health up for grabs, let alone my two belts! Kingy: So, what are you going to do, Bud? It sounds like you have something planned! [GBT reaches off camera, and gets a "WFW Rules & Regulations" book. He opens it, scans it for a second, and looks over at the King with a smile.] GBT: No plan yet, King. But I assure you I am working on something. [GBT looks at the camera.] GBT: And Friday, Ryo, I’ll guarantee that I won’t be wrestling against Justin Sane and Damien Rage for my titles! You can bet your BANANA on it! [GBT snaps the book shut with a loud *THWACK*, stands up, and walks off camera.]
Time: 8:30 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, parking lot [Camera opens to GBT climbing out of a rental car. He is wearing a black muscle shirt with a zipper going 6 inches down the front, black jeans, black high top sneakers, and sunglasses. He walks up to the front of the WFW building, and inside. He walks past the receptionists’ desk, and straight to the elevator. He pushes the “up” button and waits. The elevator doors open, and he walks in. He pushes the top button, and rides his way to the top. He exits the elevator, and walks up to Muraskai, who is sitting at the desk outside Ryo Hyzaki’s office. GBT walks past him, and into Ryo’s office without pause. Murasaki quickly gets up out of his chair, and attempts to stop GBT.] Murasaki: Please, Ryo is in an important meeting! You cannot disturb him! Please! [GBT ignores him, and pushes into Ryo’s office. Inside, Ryo is shown sitting behind the large oak desk. On top of the desk is a small Banzai tree, and Ryo is clipping it, while speaking to it in soft Japanese. He looks up from his tree as GBT storms into his office.] GBT: I want to see you, Ryo. NOW! [Ryo waves Murasaki back out of the room, who shuts the door as he exits.] Ryo: You are seeing me right now! GBT: You know what I mean. I want to talk to you, damn it! Ryo: You are already talking to me. What do you want, GBT? If you have come to smoke my tree, I’m afraid I will have to stop you. Besides, I don’t believe it would work as well as your pot. [GBT walks over to Ryo’s desk, places both hands on the top, and leans over at the WFW President.] GBT: I’m not talking about your plant, and I’m not talking about pot. I want to talk to you about Friday’s card! Ryo: Certainly. Do you like the match you have been placed in? [GBT speaks through clenched teeth.] GBT: If I liked the card, do you think I would be here? Ryo: You seem agitated, Bud. Would you like a Pepsi, or some green tea? I think you would like green tea, if you gave it a chance. [Ryo stands up, and crosses over to the wet bar, where an electric teapot sits. He takes a cup, and pours a tea for himself. He holds a cup out for GBT who ignores it. Ryo shrugs his shoulders, and walks back over to his desk, and sits down, sipping his tea. GBT leans back over the desk.] GBT: Enough with the tea, and enough with the games! Dammit, Ryo this match is completely unfair! [Ryo sips his tea nonplussed.] Ryo: What do you mean, Bud? You have been in 3 way matches before. How can you say it’s unfair? GBT: You know I’m hurt, Ryo! You know I broke 3 of my ribs Saturday against the Outlaw! You know if you put me in the ring against Sane and Rage I’m bound to get hurt again! You just want to put me out! Ryo: You’ve got it wrong, Bud. I want nothing more than an exciting, entertaining program. If you are hurt, you shouldn’t wrestle! GBT: You’d strip me of the title faster than Rage on a virgin school girl if I didn’t wrestle! And you know it! Ryo: Again, you have me wrong, Bud. I placed you in a match worthy of your status. Someone of your caliber should be able to fend off two opponents at the same time. You have even won against worse odds than that! GBT: I was healthy, then, Ryo! You’re setting me up, just like you set me up against Steve Hughes! Ryo: I had nothing to do with your problems with Steve Hughes. GBT: What?!?! Are you INSANE, you Japanese douche bag? YOU booked me over and over against Steve Hughes! You booked me against him time and time again hoping he would hurt me, until finally he did! Ryo: I book the most entertaining and exciting matches I can, Bud. If you feel I have personally attacked you, I can’t be blamed for that. Your problems with Steve Hughes started long before I came to the WFW, and for that you can blame Lito. GBT: I can’t blame Lito for shit! He’s worm food, in case you forgot! Ryo: I know exactly what happened to Lito, maybe better than you! You have a match Friday! Justin Sane and Damien Rage will be your opponents! You are dismissed! BANZAI! GBT: Fuck no, I’m not dismissed! You can’t book me in a 3-way dance when I’m hurt! You haven’t even had a #1 contenders match for my title! Hell, you have a #1 contender match for the Hardcore title, the US title, even the World title, but why not MY title? Why isn’t there a #1 contender for the Unified title? You’re out to get me you poor excuse for a Godzilla movie! Ryo: You are dismissed, GBT. Please leave now. I don’t want to have to chop off my own head. Understand? GBT: This isn’t done, Ryo. Not by a long shot. By Friday, I’m not wrestling those two. And you can bet your BANANA on it! Ryo: It is not my banana being bet upon, GBT. [Ryo quickly stands up, and pulls his sword in a blur, placing it under GBT’s chin.] Ryo: It is yours. Now get out of my office. BANZAI! [Ryo sits back down, and sheathes his sword in one smooth motion. GBT storms out of his office. Ryo puts his banzai tree back on his desk, and goes back to work trimming it.] Time: 8:59 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, Production Studio [Camera opens to the King of Hearts sitting in front of a WFW banner, microphone in hand. As the camera turns on, he lifts it and starts to speak.] Kingy: Once again, it is my pleasure, and more than you deserve, to bring to you an exclusive interview with the Unified Internet and Intercontinental champion, GBT! Once again, thank you for your time Champ! [The camera pans back, and GBT is shown wearing the same tight black shirt with the zipper, and his sunglasses. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail.] GBT: Yeah, thanks, King. Kingy: I heard you had a meeting with President Hyzaki this morning. Did it go well? GBT: No, it didn’t go well at all, King! Hyzaki is clearly out to get the Unified title off of me as quickly as he can. I wrestled a BRUTAL match against the Outlaw Steve Hughes on Saturday. Now, he expects me to step into the ring against two opponents: Justin Sane, and Damien Rage. GBT: On a normal day, King, I’d say bring it on! Let them try their best, because their best isn’t even good enough! But it’s not a normal day. I’m injured, and I should NOT have to face these two men on Friday! Kingy: You’re not afraid of losing to one of them are you? [GBT looks over at the King, and whips off his sunglasses. He glares straight through the King.] GBT: Don’t you EVER say I’m afraid of them, King! I’m not afraid of ANYONE, or ANY type of match! You want to put me in a flaming barbed wire on a pole match against 5 men? BRING IT ON! You want to put me in a 3-way hardcore junkyard dance? Show me the way! Hell, he could have booked me in a Japanese Haiku Match against 10 men, and I would have JUMPED at the chance! GBT: But Saturday, Steve Hughes put me through a windshied, breaking 3 of my ribs, separating my shoulder, and twisting my neck. I’m as tough as they come, King! Hell, I’m probably tougher than the nipple Rage breast fed on until he was 16! But this is downright UNFAIR! This is BIASED, and UNMITIGATED! Ryo has booked me in this match to take advantage of my injuries! He wants to see me humiliated and physically destroyed by these two, for his own sadistic pleasure! GBT: He even threatened me today, King! If I don’t wrestle on Friday, he'll strip me of BOTH my titles, and let Sane and Rage battle it out without me! It’s a damned CONSPIRACY against me! He’s putting my health up for grabs, let alone my two belts! Kingy: So, what are you going to do, Bud? It sounds like you have something planned! [GBT reaches off camera, and gets a "WFW Rules & Regulations" book. He opens it, scans it for a second, and looks over at the King with a smile.] GBT: No plan yet, King. But I assure you I am working on something. [GBT looks at the camera.] GBT: And Friday, Ryo, I’ll guarantee that I won’t be wrestling against Justin Sane and Damien Rage for my titles! You can bet your BANANA on it! [GBT snaps the book shut with a loud *THWACK*, stands up, and walks off camera.]
Time: 8:59 am Date: Thursday, 2/29/02 Place: WFW Towers, Production Studio [Camera opens to the King of Hearts sitting in front of a WFW banner, microphone in hand. As the camera turns on, he lifts it and starts to speak.] Kingy: Once again, it is my pleasure, and more than you deserve, to bring to you an exclusive interview with the Unified Internet and Intercontinental champion, GBT! Once again, thank you for your time Champ! [The camera pans back, and GBT is shown wearing the same tight black shirt with the zipper, and his sunglasses. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail.] GBT: Yeah, thanks, King. Kingy: I heard you had a meeting with President Hyzaki this morning. Did it go well? GBT: No, it didn’t go well at all, King! Hyzaki is clearly out to get the Unified title off of me as quickly as he can. I wrestled a BRUTAL match against the Outlaw Steve Hughes on Saturday. Now, he expects me to step into the ring against two opponents: Justin Sane, and Damien Rage. GBT: On a normal day, King, I’d say bring it on! Let them try their best, because their best isn’t even good enough! But it’s not a normal day. I’m injured, and I should NOT have to face these two men on Friday! Kingy: You’re not afraid of losing to one of them are you? [GBT looks over at the King, and whips off his sunglasses. He glares straight through the King.] GBT: Don’t you EVER say I’m afraid of them, King! I’m not afraid of ANYONE, or ANY type of match! You want to put me in a flaming barbed wire on a pole match against 5 men? BRING IT ON! You want to put me in a 3-way hardcore junkyard dance? Show me the way! Hell, he could have booked me in a Japanese Haiku Match against 10 men, and I would have JUMPED at the chance! GBT: But Saturday, Steve Hughes put me through a windshied, breaking 3 of my ribs, separating my shoulder, and twisting my neck. I’m as tough as they come, King! Hell, I’m probably tougher than the nipple Rage breast fed on until he was 16! But this is downright UNFAIR! This is BIASED, and UNMITIGATED! Ryo has booked me in this match to take advantage of my injuries! He wants to see me humiliated and physically destroyed by these two, for his own sadistic pleasure! GBT: He even threatened me today, King! If I don’t wrestle on Friday, he'll strip me of BOTH my titles, and let Sane and Rage battle it out without me! It’s a damned CONSPIRACY against me! He’s putting my health up for grabs, let alone my two belts! Kingy: So, what are you going to do, Bud? It sounds like you have something planned! [GBT reaches off camera, and gets a "WFW Rules & Regulations" book. He opens it, scans it for a second, and looks over at the King with a smile.] GBT: No plan yet, King. But I assure you I am working on something. [GBT looks at the camera.] GBT: And Friday, Ryo, I’ll guarantee that I won’t be wrestling against Justin Sane and Damien Rage for my titles! You can bet your BANANA on it! [GBT snaps the book shut with a loud *THWACK*, stands up, and walks off camera.]
