Take No Prisoners Promo

The cameras flash and pop, and reporters shout questions, but Wevv Mang ignores them all and leaves the podium and heads to the waiting area behind the stage.
Madison And Mr. Wang awaits him there, and she shakes her head.
Madison: Touching. Truly touching.
Wevv smirks at her, but says nothing. They emerge from the back and into the parking garage, and another throng of reporters. A waiting limo saves them from the press. Once the doors are closed, Wevv lets out a sigh and leans back in the seat.
Wevv: What’s next?
Madison: Apparently you have another press conference for Take No Prisoners -
Wevv groans.
Madison: You're the one who wanted to do something special for this historic event. LPW in China! So you can only blame yourself.
Wevv: I know.
Wevv leans forward and pulls a cold bottle of water out of the fridge and puts it against his head, and closes his eyes. Madison looks over at Mr. Wang, who appears to be dozing in his seat.
Madison: You know, we could always call this off . . . .
Wevv: No, we’ll go through with it. It’s too important to pass up.
Madison: Are you sure? I mean, do you even remember what you’ve been doing this morning? 
Wevv: Eh?
Madison: You don't remember speaking with X? Eddie? Any of this morning? Hell, the whole day until now?
Wevv: I did what?!?
Madison: This is what I’m talking about! The Buggatti? The million-dollar car? X smashed it’s windows? And then said he would beat your ass? He left you a note for God’s sake?
Wevv: Really? Do you have it on you?
Madison hands Wevv the note.
Wevv: HA! I love it! I don't want to be champion, but I’m going to be champion, and I’m a winner in life, and you can't take this away from me, and I have friends, and you don’t and blah blah blah. Apparently, I really scared the piss out of him. But, it’s missing something. Can I borrow a knife?
Madison hands Wevv a knife with a look of puzzlement. Wevv takes the knife and stabs a fingertip. Once he gets the blood flowing, he signs the note with an ‘X”.
Wevv: There we go! Now, put that up on e-Bay. Start the bidding at $20,000. Now, what about Edward?
Madison: You and Kenzo…. nevermind, you talked your way out of it. What the hell did you two do last night?
Wevv: Saki bombers. Lots and lots of saki bombers. And some new strain of ganga. Kensai Kind. God stuff. And some smart drinks. You know, drinks that effect the brain directly? Fiendish stuff. But more importantly, I was able to put the pieces of the code together, and safely lock away my little nest egg from the failed Taiwan Coup. Our partners?
Madison: Are waiting for your instructions.
Wevv; Excellent. I’ll meet with them as soon as possible. Which would be…?
Madison: Let’s see….(Madison pulls out her smart phone)  You have a marketing meeting with the head office at 7 PM our time, you’re teleconferencing with the LPW stateside marketing team at 9,  then you have an off the books meeting with some “locals” promptly at midnight, and then you have to sleep sometime, and then tomorrow morning the TNP press conference at 9 AM.
Wevv: This will not do. I need to make some time to train. This is an important match. I mean really, next thing you know I’ll just be bouncing around off of peoples punches and not be able to land a single blow. That would be terrible.
Madison: Well, you made the schedule. What do you want to shift around?
Wevv: Well, first things first. You do realize we’re being followed, don’t you?
Madison: Per your Plan..
Wevv: Well, my Plan is being changed.
Wevv types out a message on his phone. Madison waits patiently. Mr. Wang has started to doze, his head leaning back, and mouth open. A loud snort shocks him awake. He blinks his eyes and looks around the interior of the car groggily. His head starts to tilt forward, and his eyes start to close again. Suddenly Wevv’s phone starts to ring. Mr. Wang comes to with a start.
Wevv: Easy old friend. Madison, tell the driver to go to this address. It’s time to put all the pieces in play.
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Twenty minutes later, in an underground chamber, a group of people surround a large stone table carved with elaborate glyphs. A large overhead light illuminates the tables those standing closest to it, leaving the rest of the room in darkness. Eleven men stand around the table, with their henchmen standing behind them in the shadows, only their faint outlines visible. A man slams his fist on the table, and yells, gaining immediate attention:
Man (in business suit): We should move NOW! We’ve let him lead us around by the nose long enough! The time to strike is NOW! We know he’s got the code, he SHOWED us he has the code! Let’s just take him now, and put an end to this folly!
Man In Robes: Kotakoshi is RIGHT! This farce has gone on long enough! We’re wasting valuable time!
Man in suit with glasses: Now Sho Kato, I think you’re being too rash. He has shown us what we want to see, but is it reality? DO not forget, duplicity is his nature. I have men watching, if anything happens, we will be warned.
Man in robes, holding a staff: Caution is a virtue, cowardice is not, Naoki!
Naoki: You’re one to talk Yutaka! You’ve done nothing but sit back and let us take all the risks! It’s MY men out in the field! Tetsip and I were the ones who managed to track down the accounts in the first place! What have YOU done?!? You and Ryoichi with your gods damned so called magical powers have provided us with exactly SHIT!
Ryoichi: (Wearing a long robe, and replying in a sing-song voice) Careful Naoki! Without us, you would not be here today! It was our communication with the great spirits that guided us to the proposed undertaking, but we must obtain the resources soon or all will be lost! This opportunity will not come again in our lifetime!
Voice: How true! How very true! Good evening gentlemen! It’s been a long time!
Wevv Mang walks out of the shadows. The men around the table scoot back. Ryoichi suddenly steps forward and raises his staff and screams in a near girlish voice:
Ryoichi: YOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!
He starts to chant, and he aims his staff at Wevv, and then with a mystical gesture and a scream of pure rage, a twisting, snaking, skittering beam of black and green light erupts from the end of the staff, and with an unearthly scream streaks towards Wevv. It crashes into an unseen barrier a foot away from Wevv, and disperses in a shower of golden sparks, that form the outline of glaring golden eyes for a split second, and then fades away. Ryoichi appears deeply shaken and starts to stumble backwards.
Ryoichi: H…how..how?
Wevv: After the demonic dancers you sent to me in that club in Saitama? I took a few precautions, and made a few deals. But no matter Ryoichi, how have you been? Still dabbling in the mystic arts I see? Any success raising the overfiend Urotsukidoji? Obviously not.
Wevv hops up onto the table. Mr. Wang takes one side, Madison the other, and from the shadows men with guns in body armor slowly sweep forward. Bright red lights stream from the sights on their automatic weapons.
Wevv: Well, well, well. The leaders of the 5 families of the Yakuza. All meeting here, to apparently discuss…ME.
A man roughly pushes his way though his scowling colleagues. He is dressed in traditional Japanese garb. He shoves Kotakoshi aside, and Ryoichi as well. Once he has cleared a space, he looks around, to see if anyone will challenge his authority. Wevv looks down upon him, waiting. Finally, the man clears his throat and speaks.
Man: There are only 4 left, Wevv, as well you know. You personally destroyed two families. To the last member of their clan. Now, have you come to try and finish the job? Do you really think you can just walk in here, and wipe out the entire Yakuza? Just like that?
The man throws his head back and laughs. He tilts his head forward and shakes it. Still chuckling, he reaches into his robe and pulls out a thick cigar and lights it. He holds the still flaming lighter up, and in the reflected firelight, a crazed glint is reflected in the man’s eyes.
Man: -  because if you did, you’re in for a surprise.
Wevv squats down and stares the man in the eyes. Neither moves. Finally, Wevv grunts, and stands up. He walks to the edge of the table and hops off. He points to the man, still holding the lighter, and nervously puffing on his cigar. Wevv speaks.
Wevv: I’ve always liked you Sanbu. A man knew where he stood with you. You will speak for the families?
Sanbu looks over his shoulder at the sneering men. He nods his head.
Sanbu: I will. Hideki, Hisayuki, you’re with me.
The two men step forward. Both are wearing business suits. One wears sunglasses, the other regular glasses. The larger of the two lowers his sunglasses for a moment, and his right eye gleams metallic red.
Wevv: very well. Now, can we discuss business like civilized men?
Sanbu: Certainly, have a seat.
Wevv: Not here. Please, in the stronghold of my enemies? Not very likely. No, a neutral place. I know. The Imperial Palace Imperial gardens, in the Suwa No Chaya. One hour. Be there, and remember your duty, Oyabun!
Wevv turns his back on Sanbu and starts to walk back the way he came. 
Sanbu: Go fuck yourself Gaigin! YOU ARE NOT JAPANESE! Trying to tell me my own history! FUCK YOU!
Hideki and Hisayuki hold him back.
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Wevv is seated in the Imperial tea House. He sits cross-legged, in a fine suit, and holds a cup of tea under his nose, breathing in the aroma. His eyes are closed. Mr. Wand leans against the wall, apparently at ease. Madison mirrors Mr. Wang on the other side of Wevv. 
Sanbu enters, flanked by Hideki and Hisayuki. The three men appraise the situations. Hideki looks around the room, while Hisayuki stares at Wevv. Sanbu snorts, and adjusts his robe. He then moves over to stand in front of Wevv. He pulls out a cigar and lights it. He then clears his throat. Wevv, without opening his eyes, holds up his free hand, palm out. Sanbu snorts and squats down and breathes smoke into Wevv’s face. Wevv opens his eyes.
Sanbu: You go through a lot of trouble to impress me, little man. You make every effort to appear to be like us, but you are not. You are Gaigin. It’s right there in the color of your skin. The shape of your eyes. You cannot hide it or make me think you are something other than what you are.
Wevv: And what would that be Sanbu?
Sanbu: (grunting and sitting cross legged in front of Wevv) Thank goodness you’re not going to do the whole tea ceremony bullshit. I haven’t got time to waste.
Wevv: You didn’t answer my question.
Sanbu: No, I did not! HA! Nothing gets past you! Now, here I am, at your meeting on the Imperial grounds, after hours, meeting with the Yakuza’s most hated rival. Wevv Mang. The man that killed my brother. My cousin, and countless nephews. But I am not a vengeful man. I am a business man. You wanted to discuss business. Speak.
Wevv takes a sip of his tea, and then slowly and carefully sets it down. He keeps his eyes on Sanbu. Wevv reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a steel case. He pulls out a hand rolled cigarette. Wevv lights it, and then blows the smoke into Sanbu’s face. Hideka tenses up and starts forward, but Sanbu raises a hand to stop him. Sanbu’s eyes flash, but before he can say anything, Wevv speaks.
Wevv: Sanbu. Oyaban of Sumiyoshi-rengu. NOT Shigo Nishiguchi as is commonly believed. Shigo is the public face, but Sanbu Karasukawa is the man who truly runs the operation. Twelve Years ago I killed you brother. You know why. I also destroyed the fifth Yakuza clan, in actuality, doing your group a favor, as they a mere front for the Triads, and were nothing more than a name. And now here you are. A man who has tried to kill me time and time again. A man who if I wasn’t sure was innocent of his brother’s crime, I would have buried right along with him. Have I left anything out?
Sanbu: Plenty. But most importantly, the reason for why we are here.
Wevv: Ah, that. That is a simple matter. After I failed to gain control of Hong Kong in the great Handover of  ’97, I handed over a vast majority of my resources to…well, it’s really of no importance. But I did not walk away empty handed. Some I took immediately, and some, I set aside for a rainy day. Now, those rainy day funds are available. And you know that. That is why you have been having me followed. It’s why you and your associates have been behaving yourselves. Now, before we go any further, let’s talk about YOUR present situation. Your group is not what it once was. Your power is finally coming back. With this money, which I suspect that some in your organization feel is your due –
Sanbu: You did steal most of it from us –
Wevv; Tut, tut, steal? I merely redefined the claim of ownership of said funds. Money is meant to flow, not be hoarded up like that. But as I was saying, the times have changed. Which brings us to the present. You and I, sitting face to face, having a civil discussion. Like true businessmen. The past is the past. What both of us are looking at is the future. Agreed?
Sanbu: Indeed. Times have changed since those dark days. Times have gotten tougher for honest men like you and I to make an honest living.
Wevv: Not so. Some things remain constant. Some of your revenue streams remain stable. Indeed, while the credit crisis has wracked my country, and yours, and the very world, the ideal of money has suffered greatly.
Wevv: After all, the house of cards is starting to collapse. The fluidity of credit has been stretched so thin it can’t support itself anymore. Now, there is only the cold hard reality of cash you can touch.  Which is where you come in. You have heard about economic Bailout China is expected to make?
Sanbu: I have. So what?
Wevv: My associates and I are looking to help our dear friends in China. But I fear that my rainy day funds will be insufficient to..shall we say, entice my Chinese friends.
Sanbu: 50 Billion is not enough? PFAH!
Wevv: Indeed. It is a bit insulting. But then again, you know the Chinese. They would rather just seize another wealthy citizen and steal every cent he owns. But that will not work this time. No, they need to actually do legitimate business with an organization. And image is everything to them. So, that is where you come in.
Sanbu: How so?
Wevv: I have arranged to form a partnership with several leading Japanese businesses. And together, we are going to offer China a loan. But, the problem is that my associates companies are rather thin on credit. We need solid sources of income to strengthen our offer. Steady sources of income. In other words, sources of hard currency.
Sanbu: You expect us, to give you our money?
Wevv: No if you wish to be part of this proposal, then you will have to do your part, of course, but the benefits far outweigh the risk.
Wevv reaches into his coat, and pulls out a data organizer. He throws it towards Hideki, who catches it out of the air, and starts to scan through the text.
Wevv: I leave for China is a few days. I will need your answer before then. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very pressing schedule ahead of me.
Sanbu: Hm. I will think on this.
Sanbu stands, as does Wevv. 
Sanbu: I do not trust you Wevv-San. And you do not trust me. But what I want to know is, you are a wealthy man in your own right. Why are you making this offer to us? Huh?
Wevv: Sanbu, you think too small. Nations are throwing around billions and trillions of dollars. Everyday people have become numb to the figures that are being named., the amounts so huge, it’s barely imaginable. By comparison, what I am offering is chump change, enough to grease the wheels. While you are right, I am a wealthy man, I do not have enough to compete at that level. Besides, my money is  already being put to use. Good night Sanbu. I must be going. I have a match to prepare for.
Sanbu: That’s it? Just like that?
Wevv: Yes. That’s it. You see Sanbu, I know you are a business man. This is a business proposition. You have all the information I’m willing to give you. It’s more than you need. If you have any questions, well, you know where I’ll be. HA HA!
Wevv starts to walk away, but Sanbu asks one more question:
Sanbu: What do you get out of this Wevv? Huh?
Wevv stops and looks over his shoulder. He smiles his megawatt smile.
Wevv: You want the truth? Yes, I think you deserve it. It amuses me. Nothing more, nothing less.
With that Wevv turns and leaves Sanbu, Hideki, and Hisayuki in the imperial tea room.
Sanbu: What do you think Hideki?
Hideki: It appears too good to be true.
Hisayuki: Which means it probably is. But we stand to make a great deal of money, and grow our power.
Sanbu: I like both of those things. Can you see what the catch is Hideki?
Hidecki: Pfft. The whole thing is a catch. We’ll be working for Wevv. It’s one huge dick slap in the face of the Yakuza. That’s what some of the others will say.
Hisayuki: And they would be right. Except we won't be working directly for Wevv –
Sanbu: No, but close enough…hm. How much could we make?
Hideki: Roughly? We’re talking about triple.
Sanbu: Triple? That’s it?
Hisayuki: He means triple the entire income of the Yakuza’s best year.
Hideki: In a month.
Sanbu: Really? I must think on this…
Meanwhile
Wevv walks the palace grounds to a side gate. Once off the grounds, he stands on the corner, Mr. Wang and Madison standing beside him, keeping watchful eyes out. Wevv yawns.
Madison: So, do think this Sanbu character will go for it?
Wevv holds up a hand, and then uses it to cover another yawn. Out of the darkness a sleek limo slides up silently, with it’s lights off, seeming to just appear out of the darkness. Wevv stares at Madison, as he waits for her to open the passenger door. She does so with a petulant jerk. Wevv sniffs and gets in the limo, followed by Mr. Wang. Finally Madison gets in, and slams the door shut. Wevv yawns again.
Madison: So, do you think Sanbu will take the job?
Wevv: yes, I’m sure of it. There’s enough money to entice Sanbu and all the other Yakuza chiefs to march to the moon and back. Those fools will do anything for money.
Madison: Unlike you.
Wevv: Et Tu Madison? 
Madison: You know -
Wevv: I know, you were just joking, You know me better than that, but I have been acting rather, shall we say, greedy lately, haven't I?
Madison: it’s part of the plan isn’t it?
Wevv: yes, but it’s become rather monotonous hasn’t it? Predictable as it were. Hm. Perhaps I should do something about that. Perhaps . . .
 Wevv’s phone starts to ring with a catchy little pop tune. Wevv grunts, and stops mid sentence as he digs his phone out of his pocket. He reads the text message, and grunts. He then kicks a snoozing Kenzo in the leg.
Wevv: Kenzo! KENZO! Wake up! Ayumi just invited me to a release party. Driver! Change in plans!
Madison: What? You’re dead on your feet and you have to do a promo for Take No prisoners!
Wevv: Sorry Madison, but I can't miss this. And she insisted that Kenzo come along. She has a soft spot for the big guy. Besides, we go way back. I introduced her to Max, and well, the rest is history.
Madison: But-!
Wevv: Hush. You can come along. You’ve earned a night out. It’s time you get to experience this city like I have. But not dressed like that. Driver! Change of plans!
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The scene is the Boss’s office:
For the first time, the office is actually lit. Pictures adorn the walls, of past and present superstars of the Inferno brand. A line of pictures depicts the progress of the International Heavyweight Championship, starting with Stone, moving to Jaro, to D. Hammond Samuels, to Drew Michaels, and then to the new champion, N.P.D. The camera keeps moving, to a shot of the Boss’s desk. The monitors are dark. The large Executive Chair is turned around, it’s back facing the camera. The chair turns around slowly, to reveal a smiling Wevv Mang. Wevv is in his trademark designer suit. He puts his hand behind his head, and leans back in the chair and puts his feet, encased in Gucci, on the desk. His foot pushes over the nameplate that reads “The Boss”, seemingly by accident. The song volume lowers, as Wevv removes the cigar and speaks.
Wevv: Greetings Inferno fans and welcome! Welcome to MY show! 
Wevv sits upright, and folds his hands in front of him on the desk.
Wevv: As I’m sure many of you know, I was victorious in the Winner Take All Tournament, which means that I have been given complete control of tonight’s PPV, Take No Prisoners. 
Wevv slowly gets to his feet and shakes a finger at the camera.
Wevv: While there are some who expect me to do nothing but engage in shameless product placements, I have something different in store for tonight. I mean really, I could line up sponsors like Geico, and put their logo on the mat, and with the money you saved with Geico, you could put it in a Bank Of America money market account, earning even more money, which you could then use to purchase fine products from Best Buy, or perhaps, plan for your retirement, with Edward Jones. Sure. That would be easy to do. But not tonight. No, dear fans, I think this is time for a change. 
Wevv slowly walks from behind the desk, and stands next to it.
Wevv: Indeed, you have come to expect such shameless tactics from me, but I am here to tell you that is not going to be the case tonight. But again, there is no need to be alarmed. The fine product you have come to associate with the brand name LPW will be unchanged. Hence the symbolic recreation of the Boss’s Office, to show that while things may appear the same on the outside, the core product is going to undergo a dramatic change from the norm. Starting with myself.
Wevv: I once had great dreams for this company. I dreamed of a day when the company and the employees would stand hand in hand, working to make this company the best it could be. That the men who work so hard and risked so much would share in the good times and be protected from the bad times by the company they helped shape.
Wevv: You know, part of the reason I left the music biz was that I got tired of dealing with the super egos. Well, let me say, when I started working in management for this company, it was just like old times.
Wevv: You can’t have it both ways LPW. You can’t expect me to save it, and then hate me for succeeding. But it does amuse me to no end to see you squirm. I say I want something and you crap your pants. I say I’m going to do something, and you piss yourselves in fear.
Wevv: Well friends, look at what I have done, and feel fear! For I am in the main event of Insanity’s Pay Per View, battling for the World Heavyweight Championship! I am in the Main Event of Inferno’s Pay Per View, in a match to make the most devious manipulator the pits of hell could come up with, and I’m about to make him. Kiss. My. Ass. Ponder those circumstances for a moment will you?
Wevv: There has been enough taking of money. We have had a Winner Take It All. Tonight we have “Take No prisoners”, but tonight, the battle will not be against corporate fat cats. No, tonight, we will take no prisoners in the war against Poverty! Against greed! Tonight, we, the LPW, will be GIVING. Tonight, it gives me great pleasure to announce, that tonight, all profits from ticket sales, merchandise sales, and my salary, both as a wrestler and General Manger for tonight, will also be donated along with all proceeds from these two Pay per Views, Take No Prisoners and Resurrection, will be donated to a worthy cause. 
Wevv smiles his megawatt smile into the camera. A twinkle is in his eye.
Wevv: Have you recovered yet, dear viewers? Good. Yes, tonight, LPW will be giving back to the community that has given so much to us. While in these tough economic times, many turn to religion to see them through their difficulties, bless them, but there are real life angels out there each and every day who strive to help their fellow man. I for one am honored that these fine institutions have graciously accepted our offer of help in their noble efforts and acknowledge and applaud their hard work.
Wevv: The United Way is just one such organization.
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Wevv: There work in helping people in a variety of situations is inspirational to say the least. Another such organization is The Red Cross. When disaster strikes, the Red Cross is there to offer whatever aid they can. Heroes. Plain and simple. 
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Wevv: The aid the Red Cross gives in not just natural disasters but man made ones, selflessly, is an inspiration to all people, of all lands. Thank you.
Wevv:  But they are not alone. Sometimes being a hero is simply being there for some one who needs you. With so many young men, and women, serving our countries overseas, it can be hard on a single parent, and also on a young child. Sometimes, giving the gift of yourself, by mentoring a young child can be the best gift of all. Which is why I am proud to say that Big Brother and Big Sisters Of America will also be recipients of tonight’s Night Of Giving! 
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Wevv: Tonight, these three fine organizations will have booths set up in the lobby of this auditorium. I ask all our of our fans who will be attending to share in the spirit of tonight and perhaps, instead of buying another T-Shirt, you might put that money to a better use. I will also ask all of the talent on Inferno to follow my lead, and donate a portion of their paychecks to one, two, or perhaps all three of these worthy causes. We will also be giving out website and phone numbers through tonight’s telecast on LPW.com so that our millions and millions of viewers at home can also share in the spirit of giving. 
Wevv: Now, to the boys in the locker room, allow me to reassure you. You have nothing to fear. No one will be fired tonight. Indeed, while some may have expected you to direct that anger towards me, for my actions when I was Owner of this company, it has not come to pass. Indeed, I was NOT voted the most hated member of LPW. That dubious honor has gone to another man. Meaning, that YOU, the men and women who work for this company, still have faith in me. I thank you for that. And to show my appreciation, tonight, all active members of Inferno will be given a match. A chance to make a living doing what you love to do. It’s the least I can do.
Wevv: So, to the, as the hip folks say, “haters” out there, kiss my ass. 
Wevv: To the bean counters who have been salivating as I rake in the money, and make this a profitable company again, I say kiss my ass. It’s all gone now.
Wevv: To the Boss, and management in general. You thought you could control me, and turn me into some kind of puppet. That you could use my loyalty to this company for your own ends. Kiss My Ass. 
Wevv: I am Wevv Mang. Remember that. And pucker up.