WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP - PART 1
Just as Kid said, the first World Championship was about to be held. It was a dream come true, a huge event where the top wrestlers in the world would face each other.
Preliminary matches would be held in sixteen countries, with the sixteen winners gathering at Wembley Stadium, in London, to determine the world's strongest fighter.
Its announcement electrified the wrestling business. For the first time in a long time, the eyes of the world were fixated on pro wrestling....
The preliminaries were about to begin.
The Saber was considered to be the most likely wrestler to top the fifth block. Sumisu was, of course, put against this carnivorous beast in his first match.
His fighting style was based around completely destroying his opponents. He was the only wrestler to successfully leave his mark on both Japanese and American mats.
However, he was fed up with the politics of American pro wrestling. Saber had almost reached his boiling point.
Sumisu was trapped in a cage with a 'hungry lion'.
The Saber was about to blow up. He let out a roar of excitement...
SUMISU: "Thanks for being here, Spike. I'm sorry I've had to ask you to be my second again."
SPIKE: "Don't worry about it, I'm in block 10. The tournament's almost a month away for me, I've got time to spare."
SUMISU: "Thanks, you're a big help. .... I want to see you at the finals, Spike!"
SPIKE: "Focus on Saber for now, you can't underestimate him. He's quick, if you show him an opening, he'll go for it. He's strong, too."
SPIKE: "He may be fat, but that layer of fat is hiding a wall of muscles. He can probably tank most of your blows..."
SPIKE: "We were in the same promotion, so I fought him a bunch of times. I could never beat him."
SUMISU: "You worry too much. He's just a pebble on my path. I'll kick him out of the way."
SPIKE: "!! What's the rush, Sumisu? Take it easy."
SUMISU: "Don't worry, I am calm. ... I'm just filled with energy. Somehow, I know I'm going to win..."
SPIKE: "Sumisu... Are you............?"
SPIKE: "Hey, Sumisu! Is everything alright? You're acting weird today."
SUMISU: "Did you see that, Spike? I'm gonna win this thing! Just watch me!"
SPIKE: "Well, yeah, I've seen that, but...... Make sure you don't burn yourself out, you've got to manage your stamina!"
SUMISU: "Don't worry about me, I'm on fire."
SPIKE: "If you say so. ...... But don't be reckless! ...... Your next opponent is a weird one...."
SUMISU: "............"
Macho Saber showed up in his gaudy suit. There were as many psychedelic wrestlers as there were stars in the sky, but he was the one who shone the brightest.
His 'Macho Saber Brand' was a worldwide phenomenon. His performance was top notch. He was one of the few wrestlers that were universally revered.
Thanks to his unique performance, he slowly built up the foundation of his 'Macho World' by captivating the hearts of his fans. He was the kind of fighter you could not look away from....
SPIKE: "This is the final match. I don't have any more advice for you. All I have to say to you is... 'win!'"
SUMISU: "And I've got one thing to say to you: 'I will!'"
SPIKE: "Everything begins, and everything ends. What do you see at the end of our path.....? Is it the Promised Land.....?"
SUMISU: "Our dream won't end until we make it real........ We're going to make history!"
The hall suddenly turned to an oriental mood. As the air was filled by the beating of taiko drums, The 'Yokai Ninja', Brade Musha, true to his name, dropped from the ceiling and onto the ring! The audience cheered at his flashy performance.
He was a masterful entertainer, one who embodied the idea of Japanesque better than most of his American contemporaries. Was the audience nothing more than a bunch of cabbages to him?
Whenever Musha took off his mask of entertainer, he revealed himself a fearsome demon....
By defeating Brade Musha, Sumisu had conquered the preliminaries. The World Championship Finals now awaited him. His story would finally come to an end...
ITTETSU: "Don't give up! Not until you've found the answer...."