MONDAY NIGHT METAL S01/E07 08/12/19 *Complete*
Aug 12, 2019 20:50:42 GMT -5
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Post by BonnieBlue on Aug 12, 2019 20:50:42 GMT -5
August 12th, 2019
Live From: Frank Erwin Center, Austin, Texas
Seating capacity: 16,734
Exclusive to NETFLIX
The entire arena goes dark with purple lights flickering as “Der Konig der Dunkelheit” by D plays. The audience is confused as to who is coming out, when blasts of fog at the staging area brings Masuda Jubei in a black suit and five Japanese security guards dressed like secret service. One of them follows close behind with the APW World Heavyweight Championship held about waist high.
Mike Clearwater: It’s The Master. The champ is here on Monday Night Metal!
St. Remi: Who are those suits?
Mike Clearwater: I don’t know. And what’s this new music?
St. Remi: I kinda… I kinda dig it, bro.
Mike Clearwater: Cool or not, this is same man who injured Nyeo Son after his loss last week.
St. Remi: That tune is still pretty dope.
Jubei and his entourage enter the ring from all sides. That noticeably taller security guard holds his belt higher like a giant pedestal. Masuda gets a mic during all the noise and cuts his new music.
Jubei: Your king is here!
That brings on a chorus of rumbling boos. Jubei waits, letting the people tire themselves out.
Jubei: Are you done now? Good. I’m not here to gloat or anything. But I have to wonder where your minds are at. And seeing you all here, of course you’re like this. Ungrateful. Uninspired. And worst of all, you’re all lost in some fairytale where the hero wins. Well there’s no heroes left in the real world. There’s monsters and even stronger monsters. Only one can rule the top, and if you’re still booing, it means you already lost. Oh, how your dreams faded away like a cloud too far to touch but big enough to forget. It must be difficult living lies and feeding them with hope. I pity you… I really do.
Boos somehow intensify.
Jubei: What else do you I have to say? My work has just begun, so I suggest everyone get an herbal tea to go with all that booing. Because you’ll go hoarse before I ever hear you.
That one stymies their outcry, but The Master remains unfazed.
Jubei: I didn’t come here to wail on dissenters. My reason is to announce big changes. For we have entered a period of darkness that only I—The Master of APW—can protect all your little dreams from. Jason Zurra and his beefcake brother tried and tried, but alas, they failed like all the rest. His Anaheim Security Unit has never been a mark of safety. They served themselves yet pretended to be dedicated to APW. Well they got a big head and failed. What a disgrace. Here we are now, trapped in a void, a place unsafe from each other. Meanwhile, our locker room brims with dissent and lashes out amongst itself.
Fans fatigue as they slowly begin to listen without shouting back at him.
Jubei: That hit home. Where are your children now? Are they safe? Wouldn’t you do anything to keep your families safe? Because I can promise you, Zurra and his ASU are not going to be there. They’re not even going to monitor the situation. They dress scary, flex their arms, but you’re better off with nightclub bouncers. If we learned anything from Atlantic City, it was how sore this company is for actual leadership. That’s why I had to win at Showdown… and why these men are here now. Ikeda Clan!
“Namahage” by Ningen Isu plays out additional security numbering around thirty men while sporting the same hard-faced stares, professional earpieces and blacked out sunglasses. Jubei waits until they have surrounded the entire ring albeit for the ramp and some semblance of a tunnel.
Jubei: But that’s not all. Allow me to introduce my new friend and associate….
“Lords of the Underground” plays out Allen Anderson wearing a flashy gray-slate suit.
Mike Clearwater: It’s Allen Anderson! He’s the one that took out Nyeo Son!
St. Remi: He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Dude broke in with bolt cutters.
Mike Clearwater: What are they trying pull with all this fanfare. This people aren’t having it, and neither are we.
Anderson enters and takes a place at Jubei’s side with powerful hands on hips.
Jubei: Welcome to the new era of Alpha Pro-Wrestling! We are the Masuda Corporation, but we are not your enemy. And to prove it…. you there, in the front. Yes her—someone help that kid up here.
The spotlight focuses on young girl in the front row. She, as well as her entire family, go into hysterics when members of The Master’s security help her over the barricade and into the ring. Fans fall silent as this small blonde child with red streaks walks before APW’s World Champion unsure what to do in his presence. Jubei beckons her to the microphone.
Jubei: Oh don’t be shy. This is Monday Night Metal. The show is much your home as is it mine. Tell me… what’s your name, little girl?
Girl: T-Rex!
Jubei: Ha ha! Okay, we picked the right one… so tell me, what do you want most in this world? Name it and it’s yours.
Girl: I don’t know.
Fans begin shouting things like an episode of Family Feud—none more than her family at ringside.
Jubei: Don’t listen to them. If you have a dream, you must be in it for yourself. Forget the feelings of what others demand of you, my dear, they’ll only hold you back from what you want most. Detach from the noise and be your own master. Now let me ask again, what do you desire most?
Girl: To be president!
Jubei: That’s more like it! Now as I am not an American citizen, nor a politician able to change the age limits of that office… allow this to stand in its place.
He summons one of his bodyguards whom presents an embroidered towel bearing the phrase “Osama Banzai!” in golden thread. She takes the rough cloth and then finds a slip of paper hidden inside it.
Jubei: Whenever you walk a playground or some jungle gym, just show this towel and let the world know you are protected by a mighty king. And don’t lose that sheet. It’s a gift card to Walmart for $500.00… just don’t let your mom or dad spend it all first. Everyone, give our new friend a hand!
Ikeda members escort her back to her seat while the arena cheers for the kid. Masuda then takes up the microphone again despite backlash from the audience.
Jubei: See, we’re granting wishes one ring at a time. Whose dreams come true next week? Buy a ticket and find out…. Sadly, we have one more matter of business, loyal patrons. People are spreading seditious things about my reign. Worse yet, they’ve attacked my people—the same ones who brought absolute joy to a good family tonight on live TV. Enemies salivate when they see one act of violence against a deserving party, then immediately assume petty weakness from our side. Wrong. I was going to punish Nyeo Son no matter the result of last week’s matchup. While his victory deserves an ovation, he was also a criminal plotting the ruin of your Champion. Someone so divisive I had no choice other than silencing him for good. If you acknowledge your king, here and now, all shall be forgiven. For we are the Masuda Corporation… and we aren’t going anywhere!
Just then, "Waiting For The End" by Linkin Park plays and all of the arena lights blast to full white, exposing every inch of the arena. The tron also goes plain white. The lights begin to slowly fade to darkness, leaving only the tron alight in stark white. The image changes to an extreme closeup of Smith's right eye; at the very same moment, a single spotlight shines down on Masuda Jubei from directly above the tron. The many, many members of the Masuda Corporation are lit only by whatever light bounces off the champion and the glow of the APW Title in the security guard's hands. There is movement and motion in the crowd and at ringside. People are on edge, not cheering for Smitty, not saying anything above an ocean of undiscernible whispers. Smith's right eye stares down from above, judging Jubei with almost Godlike swag.
Smith Jones: The Masuda Corporation, eh?
Jones laughs to himself, his smiling eye peering down with joy. He then gets serious.
Smith Jones: Bring them. Bring them all. Have you seen that Steadicam scene in The Protector where Tony Jaa fights, like, forty guys on a spiral staircase? Worth a YouTube watch if you get the chance. Bring them all, Master Jubei. Play the corporate game. Be the kind of champion that hides behind a bunch of suits. Or... Book a match against your Number One Contender and let's not make the people wait to see me face off against The Master... and take that away from you.
He squints. As he does, the spotlight on Jubei tightens to shine only on the faceplate of the APW World Title belt.
Smith Jones: I can see that you have a Master Plan for your championship reign. You don't have any intention of letting go of all this power easily. You need me, Masuda. You need me to take your power away from you. You need me to bankrupt the Corp before your emotional debt gets the best of you. Are the people's children safe??? Are you high??? Is anyone safe!!! NO!!! It's a damned lottery. One day one person walks into one convenience store in the middle of only one robbery... and it's all over. Likewise, Master Jubei: one champion steps into one wrestling ring ONE-ON-ONE (not in tag action like a little punk) against only one Smith Jones with the APW World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship ACTUALLY ON THE LINE!!! Unfortunately, that's not tonight. Unfortunately, tonight on Metal your Main Event is a tag team match with Jubei and Blabbermouth Anderson versus me and some guy who need not bother to show up because I am going to single-handedly do away with two people I very much despise in my short time knowing them. In this game of human chess, I refuse to 'king you', Jubei. And I am honoured that I get the chance to shut Allen Anderson up for good! And when I wipe my feet respectfully on the apron and step into that ring...
The arena lights return to normal and the tron goes black.
...Point of Controversy. Pinfall. One, two, three.
Mike Clearwater: Stunning words from Smith Jones. And I know he speaks for everyone as it pertains to Jubei and his new goon squad.
St. Remi: Get ‘em Smitty!
Mike Clearwater: The Master may control the ring for now, but this locker room won’t bend the knee so easily.
St. Remi: And they shouldn’t. Jubei's stretching his power play pretty thin—just look at all those dudes.
Mike Clearwater: Well there goes the Masuda Corporation, and with them, the APW Championship. We’ve lots of exciting action coming up—including a massive tag match with all these men!
St. Remi: Yea, and don’t forget Jaice Wilds. That guy has a major bone to pick with Allen Anderson.
Mike Clearwater: Absolutely, so don’t even think about turning away now. Metal returns after these messages.
