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News Central; 22-12-05
Topic Started: Dec 22 2005, 02:08 AM (120 Views)
Fletchanator
Keith
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News Central
December 22, 2005
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# Dream Fujin has announced its newest signing, a young man who goes by the name of Bombay Kaijin. Kaijin's profile has been added at the Dream Fujin website (OOC: You'll be able to see it on the NEO-I Commons when the damn thing isn't down).

An interview segment has also been added to the Dream Fujin website, introducing Bombay Kaijin. It is available in streaming and downloadable .wmv format:


*The scene fades into a small room that isn't very lavish at all. We see a big Dream Fujin banner set up on the far wall. Set up in front of the banner is a small table, where more advertising banners for Dream Fujin is placed. There is one small microphone set up on the table and a glasses of water set up at. There is also a podium set up, and a woman dressed in a brown dress suit. This is an obvious press conference set up as there are reporters taking there seats with pens and notepads, as well as big news cameras. The woman is the DF roving reporter, Rei Motoya.*

Rei Motoya: "Today is a special day. Today, we welcome to Dream Fujin, Bombay Kaijin!"

*Motoya begins clapping her hands, as everyone in attendance gives a small round of applause. As the reporters applaud and the photographers take pictures, out walks Dream Fajin's newest signee, Bombay Kaijin. Bombay Kaijin stands no more then 5' 9', and maybe 220 lbs. Bombay Kaijin is clad in a black suit, with a babyblue shirt, and no tie. He is sporting a marble walking cane as well as a silver chain with a silver crucifix medallion on it. It's his good luck charm. Bombay is drawing curious looks from the reporters as he is half japanese and half white. A bit of a mutt if you will. He has dyed white braids, that he lets hang in his face as he shakes hands with Motoya. Bombay takes a seat at the table, and before any of the reporters could start asking questions, he begins to speak.*

Bombay Kaijin: "Good Evening, as you have already heard, i'm Bombay Kaijin, and I've recently signed a contract with Dream Fujin, to hopefully become a main stay here in Japan."

Motoya: "Mr. Kaijin, can you explain your origin to everyone?"

Bombay Kaijin: "I'm Sorry Ms. Motoya, but today isn't a question and answer session. Today is just an introduction."

Motoya: "What do you mean an introduction.?"

Bombay Kaijin: "Again with the questions. My brothers and sisters, just listen. Let me tell you a story."

*Bombay Kaijin pauses for a moment to take a sip of water.*

Bombay Kaijin: "Picture this. The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting, and they're sending some doctors over there to investigate it."

"You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. The news station runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta, USA because this disease strain has never been seen before."

"By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu". The government has made some comment that they and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, How are we going to contain it? "

"That's when the President of France makes a announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen. And that's why that night you are watching a little bit of the news before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translating a French news program into Japanese: There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. It has come to Europe. Panic strikes. As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable, horrifying, painful symptoms. And then you die."

"Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and even the United States of America is closed, and it's Tuesday morning when the Japanese Government makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and America have been canceled. If your loved ones are out of the country, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find acure for this thing.".

"Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about "What if it comes to this country," and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God.".

"It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!" And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made. Two women are lying in a Okinawa hospital dying from the mystery flu. Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. Osaka, Nagoya, Sapporo, Yokohoma, Tokyo. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders."

"And then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through Japan, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. And when you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."

"Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and that this is the end of the world."

"Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy,that's me. "Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. Wait a minute. Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type.".

"Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another - some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine.".

"As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and you wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need...we need you to sign a consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is "all".

"H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all! But-but...You don't understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We- we need it all -- we need it all!" "But can't you give him a transfusion?" "If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?".

"In numb silence, you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?" Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?".

"And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've..... we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why-why have you forsaken me?".

"And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son's memory, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?".

"Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?".

"Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great Love you have for us".

"John 3:16 says : "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on him should not perish, but have eternal life."

"Our father in Heaven sacrificed his son. No questions asked. How does his creation repay him? By ignoring him. By not believing in him. Pathetic if you ask me. I'm here in Dream Fujin to make the sacrifices. To shed the blood. To remember those who did what they did for me to stand here today. And who ever has a problem with that will be dealt with. There are quiet a few talented combatants here in Dream Fujin, but none have faced a man who has faith, talant, and determination. Bombay Kaijin is here to be the rising phoenix. Da Gift and Da Curse. The Alpha and the Omega. The Beginning and the End. The Judgement. "

"Only time will tell. But I leave this for every wrestler who compete in Dream Fujin..."

"The clock reads 14:59. Smile and Pose for the Camera, because your 15 minutes of fame are OVER!"

**Ash then stands up and gives a half hearted wave to the reporters. He gives a quick five second pose for the photographers. It's his trademark half smile pose with his arms crossed over his chest. Once he is tired of getting his picture taken he turns and leaves with no further questions being asked of him. **


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