The camera cuts to the ring, where Otto Price is standing in the ring.
Price: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please allow me to introduce the NEW Classic Wrestling Premier America Champion, Shujin Yama!
A gong rings out across the Classic Arena, as the Japanese National Anthem begins to play. Sensei Abe Lincoln emerges waving a Japanese flag that immediately draws boos from the crowd. He stands in the entranceway cackling at the heated fans, and after several moments, the Oni of Oblivion, Shujin Yama emerges, with the Premier American Championship draped over one shoulder, and the United States flag on a pole hanging over his other side, leading to a very conflicted reaction.
Moss: What is he doing?
Howley: Don’t forget, Shujin Yama IS an American, Moss.
Moss: Do you really think that’s why he’s flying that flag?
Howley: I’m just sayin’! It looks like he’s got a special, ceremonial outfit too! Say what you will about him, but he’s got a certain sense of style!
Sure enough, Shujin’s typical white and red robe has been replaced by one of sparkling gold, with only a white trim around its edges. With Sensei Lincoln leading the way, Yama marches towards the ring. Lincoln holds the ropes for him, allowing the mammoth champion to enter without tripping over his robe. They take a space in the centre of the ring, forcing Otto to the side to accommodate the significant bulk.
Howley: Look at the size of Shujin Yama!
Moss: I don’t think that championship can even fit around his waist!
Lincoln takes the championship from Yama’s shoulder and holds it as high as he can in the air, as Yama does the same with the American flag.
Then… Yama drops the flag, and it smacks onto the ground, drawing boos from the audience. Otto Price tries to get his voice through over the boos, which eventually die down.
Price: Was that necessary?
Lincoln cackles in response while Yama crosses his hands and stares stoically into the camera. Lincoln rests the championship over his shoulder again.
Price: Shujin Yama, I was going to congratulate you on your Premier American Championship victory, but you seem intent on just riling up these great Classic fans.
Abe snatches the microphone from Price’s hand.
Lincoln: Shujin Yama does what Shujin Yama wants.
He cackles again.
Lincoln: Today is no different than last episode, mmhmm. This flag belongs on the ground, just like Freddy-San. And Shujin Yama belongs standing over it.
Price: Do you and Shujin Yama feel any remorse for the heinous attack you committed on Freddy Kilgore after the match? Was winning the championship not enough?
Lincoln spits, a wad of saliva landing firmly on the flag.
Lincoln: Shujin Yama never feels remorse.
Price: Freddy Kilgore’s career could be over, though! We’re still waiting for an update on his medical condition, but last I heard it wasn’t good!
Lincoln: Shujin Yama made promise to you all. Shujin Yama swore that there would be a reckoning for disrespect shown. “Fallen” Freddy Kilgore is proof. This flag is proof. Shujin Yama swore vow of silence until all who disrespected him had learned lesson, mmhmm. Not just vow of silence. Vow of destruction. Your question, Otto-San, just shows more disrespect. Your question, means more violence will come at the hands of Shujin Yama!
Price: I’m sorry if you feel that way, but what happened to Kilgore was absolutely disgusting! He swore to be a fighting champion, and now he may never fight again. Will your Shujin Yama show even half the courage as Kilgore? Will he be the same sort of fighting champion?
Lincoln: Fighting champion, you say? Mmhmm, Shujin Yama will be greatest fighting champion in history.
Price: When can we expect his first defence?
Lincoln: Good question, mmhmm! Shujin Yama prepared to fight at any time! Shujin Yama prepared to fight tonight!
Price: Tonight?! We didn’t have a championship match scheduled tonight! Is that a serious offer?
Lincoln: Oh yes! Shujin Yama is extending challenge to anybody in locker room, right now! Not just one person! Shujin Yama even willing to fight two at once!
Price: Two challengers?!
Lincoln: Mmhmm! Shujin Yama will fight the first two Classic Wrestlers to come out here. Right now!
Price: There you hear it folks, the next two wrestlers to make their way out here will receive a Premier American Championship opportunity right now! Who’s it going to be?!
The crowd murmurs as they look towards the entrance way. They don’t have to wait long!
Price: It looks like we have some takers!
Without any entrance music, the curtain parts and two scrawny young men make their way out into the arena wearing ill-fitting gear. One of them is pulling their knee pads up every second step. Awkwardly, they get into the ring as Price approaches them.
Price: It looks like we have some new Classic competitors seeking to make their debut in the biggest way possible! Can you tell us your names?
Before they get a chance to speak, Shujin Yama clobbers them both from behind with his massive arms.
Moss: Get out of there, Otto!
The would-be challengers fall to the ground in a heap and Yama drags them towards the corner, stacking the two bodies up below the turnbuckle. He scales the corner and then leaps off, crashing down onto both of them with a Banzai Drop. He stays seated on top of the two bodies, crossing his arms, as Sensei Lincoln drops down and makes a count!
Moss: Oh come on! Lincoln’s not even a sanctioned referee!
Lincoln: 1! 2! 3!
Yama rises to a chorus of boos, as Lincoln hands him back the Premier American Championship. He raises it above his head and lets out an almighty roar. Lincoln scoops up a microphone from where it had fallen on the mat. He shouts over the boos.
Lincoln: And STILL your FIGHTING Premier American Champion! SHUJIN! YAMA!
On the image of Yama posing with the championship, and the crowd letting him know what they think, the show cuts to a commercial break.