The scene opens with a drone shot, high in the air above somewhere with blue skies and sandy beaches. It does a quick swoop of the area before heading out to sea, towards a large yacht anchored in place. As it gets closer a man can be seen on the deck, laying back on a lounger with the touchpad controlling the drone in his hands. He’s wearing shades, shorts and an unbuttoned shirt that reveals a bronzed, physically fit physique and abs that look to be carved from stone.
He lands the drone on a nearby table and de-activates the motor, sitting up and removing the shades with a cocky smirk. His demeanour is nonchalant, almost bored. His accent suggesting Northern England.
“Obviously, I shouldn’t need an introduction… but for the peasants and neanderthals watching, my name is Rich K. Hunt.”
He pauses for dramatic effect.
“Yes, THE Rich K. Hunt, one of the richest men on the planet… So rich that guys like Bezos and Elon have me on speed dial.”
He runs his perfectly manicured hands through his perfectly styled hair before continuing.
“So I suppose you’re wondering what a guy like ME would be doing in a dump like Classic Wrestling, right? It’s simple, really… because I CAN! When you’re as loaded as me, you need things like this to keep yourself entertained and I’ve ALWAYS wanted to be a World Champion… So, here I am.”
“Now, I did offer the top brass a VERY generous donation to simply make me the champion but, apparently, I have to go through some stupid tournament against fifteen LOSERS…” He lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes “…and the first LOSER I have to face is some guy named Shogun Yamaguchi… or Shinji Yamaha or something…” A shrug of the shoulders “…Whatever! I don’t really know anything about the guy, but my advisors tell me it wouldn’t be very wise to get in the ring with him… He’s BIG! He’s STRONG and he’s MEAN… but I’m really hoping he’s SMART, too!”
He reaches down the side of the lounger and brings up a briefcase, resting it on his lap with a grin.
“Do you know what fifty grand in CASH looks like, Suzuki?”
He undoes the clips with a flick of the fingers and opens the briefcase to reveal it filled with money. Smaller bills, obviously, as fifty grand in large bills wouldn’t even fill half of the case and would look nowhere near as impressive.
“Now you do… and it can all be YOURS! All you have to do is lay down for me, Shinobu… THAT’S IT! Simply lay down and allow me to advance in the tournament… You get VERY rich, I move on in the bracket and no one gets hurt… It’s a win-win for everybody!”
With his point made, he closes the briefcase and sets it back down beside him.
“And if you like money, well, there’s more where that came from… because I could REALLY use a guy like you on the payroll! So what’ll it be, Satoshi? Are you as smart as I’m hoping you are? Or are you really, REALLY dumb and going to force me to go to Plan B?” Another cocky smirk “…because, of course, I have a Plan B… you don’t get to where I am today without one! And should my good friend Seinosuke decide he’s really dumb, I’m giving that same offer to ANYONE on the Classic Wrestling roster with half a brain… Take out the fat idiot, make sure I advance in the tournament, and the fifty grand is yours along with a job as my muscle that comes with an excellent salary and all of your medical covered.”
He puts the shades back on and, with a douchey grin, relaxes on the lounger again as a gorgeous blonde in a bikini walks over and hands him a glass of wine. The label on the bottle reads ‘Krug Clos du Mesnil Blanc de Blancs Brut’… Don’t worry, I don’t expect any of you peasants to understand the significance of that.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an important meeting in thirty minutes and I really need to work on my tan… As for you Sadakata, remember… be SMART! I could make YOU into a very Rich K. Hunt!”
He lowers his shades to wink at the camera, before taking a sip of his champagne as the scene fades out.