AGGRESSION 56: KOTC TAG: Motor City Maniacs vs. Otaku & Michael Bastard (c)
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The scene is an empty warehouse. Logan stands in the forefront, while Michael Bastard is in the background, clutching his newly won Intercontinental Championship.
TAL: The first phase of our plan is complete. Michael Bastard, the New Paradigm, the wrestler your favorite wrestler is afraid of, has taken his first Championship here in The Empire.
Bastard holds the Intercontinental Championship closer to his chin, caressing it.
TAL: Yes, the quest to complete the metamorphosis of The Empire from a broken down palace of political grandstanding into a wasteland where only the most intense warriors fight for themselves, spill blood for the purity of spilling blood and not because it would please their stablemates or look to gain control of a company that should never be wrested from those in the front office... it has begun. Michael's fury has swept across the landscape and captured him Intercontinental gold. It is the first piece of the puzzle, but it is a very important piece. When people look back from the distant future and see the day that professional wrestling was changed at its core, they'll see this, the day that the man who had become their first Barbarian Monarch, Michael the First, Michael the Great, had claimed his first piece of gold. Now, the next phase starts almost immediately. Now, it's time for the usurption of the Tag Team Championships, in the carnage-inducing structure known as the steel cage in another installment of King of the Cage. After Michael's failure in the single-cage, he is surely looking for redemption and to show that it is truly his home.
Now, I know what you're wondering. I've been railing against alliances of convenience, but there is something to be said for tagging with someone, whether it's a man you can trust, or in this case, someone picked at random, a challenge. I don't know if I can trust Otaku. I don't think Michael cares if he can trust Otaku. However, if this fanatic of all things Far Eastern can do two things, we'll be fine. The first thing is to stay out of Michael's way when he's started on the path of destruction. Otaku must realize that this tournament will be a cakewalk for him if he realizes that he doesn't have to be the hero. Personal glory can come to him by osmosis. Men like Scottie Pippen have made careers out of being supporting men, and they got their due. Otaku, you will get yours. The second thing, and this is important, is that Otaku would be wise to make sure that Michael is not overwhelmed at any point. You keep the sneak attacks from happening, and you will be rewarded handsomely with your first taste of Empire gold yourself.
Regardless of who stands in Michael's way, whether it's these relics from a day gone by in the Motor City Maniacs, all the way up to the current Champions themselves, the Heirs of Wrestling, he will destroy everyone in his path to attain another trophy to place on his mantel of skulls next to his throne of bones. The second phase will show everyone how true team-building is supposed to be. Not relationships of command or partnerships to attain false goals, but ones that are focused in the true spirit of wrestling, that is, the destruction of the opponent. Even if Otaku's only role is to support the rise of the new king of wrestling, it's still an important one. As the Motor City Maniacs will find out, it's a brand new day in The Empire...
...and none shall be spared.
Bastard lets out a primal scream as Logan knocks the camera over, sending the screen to static.
TAL: The first phase of our plan is complete. Michael Bastard, the New Paradigm, the wrestler your favorite wrestler is afraid of, has taken his first Championship here in The Empire.
Bastard holds the Intercontinental Championship closer to his chin, caressing it.
TAL: Yes, the quest to complete the metamorphosis of The Empire from a broken down palace of political grandstanding into a wasteland where only the most intense warriors fight for themselves, spill blood for the purity of spilling blood and not because it would please their stablemates or look to gain control of a company that should never be wrested from those in the front office... it has begun. Michael's fury has swept across the landscape and captured him Intercontinental gold. It is the first piece of the puzzle, but it is a very important piece. When people look back from the distant future and see the day that professional wrestling was changed at its core, they'll see this, the day that the man who had become their first Barbarian Monarch, Michael the First, Michael the Great, had claimed his first piece of gold. Now, the next phase starts almost immediately. Now, it's time for the usurption of the Tag Team Championships, in the carnage-inducing structure known as the steel cage in another installment of King of the Cage. After Michael's failure in the single-cage, he is surely looking for redemption and to show that it is truly his home.
Now, I know what you're wondering. I've been railing against alliances of convenience, but there is something to be said for tagging with someone, whether it's a man you can trust, or in this case, someone picked at random, a challenge. I don't know if I can trust Otaku. I don't think Michael cares if he can trust Otaku. However, if this fanatic of all things Far Eastern can do two things, we'll be fine. The first thing is to stay out of Michael's way when he's started on the path of destruction. Otaku must realize that this tournament will be a cakewalk for him if he realizes that he doesn't have to be the hero. Personal glory can come to him by osmosis. Men like Scottie Pippen have made careers out of being supporting men, and they got their due. Otaku, you will get yours. The second thing, and this is important, is that Otaku would be wise to make sure that Michael is not overwhelmed at any point. You keep the sneak attacks from happening, and you will be rewarded handsomely with your first taste of Empire gold yourself.
Regardless of who stands in Michael's way, whether it's these relics from a day gone by in the Motor City Maniacs, all the way up to the current Champions themselves, the Heirs of Wrestling, he will destroy everyone in his path to attain another trophy to place on his mantel of skulls next to his throne of bones. The second phase will show everyone how true team-building is supposed to be. Not relationships of command or partnerships to attain false goals, but ones that are focused in the true spirit of wrestling, that is, the destruction of the opponent. Even if Otaku's only role is to support the rise of the new king of wrestling, it's still an important one. As the Motor City Maniacs will find out, it's a brand new day in The Empire...
...and none shall be spared.
Bastard lets out a primal scream as Logan knocks the camera over, sending the screen to static.
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Our reputation precedes us!!!!!!!!!!
FADE IN: A grungy alleyway somewhere in Detroit, Michigan... Crumpled paper crawls across the soiled pavement, a cold and bitter wind howling through. There are no signs of life to be seen, just shadow and pavement.
CUE UP: "WILD SIDE" by Motley Crue.
CUT TO: Two diamonds emerge from this harsh rough, all muscle and style. Both wear similar attire; jean jackets and windpants, matching sunglasses, and comparably bad ass attitudes to go with it.
JT: You know... they say that the mean streets aren't for anyone! That there are some places that will eat a man up and spit him out! Well, that's where we thrive!
MP: We were born and bred out here in the cold! Crumbs in our bellies, no clothes on our backs! We have had to fight for food! For an education!
JT: For survival!
MP: To make it in this business, we have had to fight and beat every top tag team this sport has known! And we have done it!
JT: Everybody knows we have a reputation as the most devastating combination around! We've held titles in 4 major promotions! Beat teams like the Striders, the Zero Commission, and the BL!TZKRIEG... and now we're in the Empire Pro!
A shared high five.
MP: This is the natural evolution of our careers! We are out to prove to the world that we are just as bad as we know we are... that we are just as tough as we know we are... and the first tandem to learn that lesson will be Otaku and Bastard!
JT: Otaku and Bastard! We've never heard of you! But you've no doubt heard of us! We know nothing about you... but hold out hope that after Aggression, after you spend a little time in the cage with the MANIACZ, after we move on in this tournament... you'll be able to tell the EPW just how dangerous we are! After facing to us and ultimately losing to us, you can tell the rest of the competitors in this tournament that, yes, our reputation precedes us... the stories you've heard are true... the tapes you've traded are the real deal...
MP and JT: The Motor City Maniacz are HERE... and you are NOT!
FADE to BLACK.
Our reputation precedes us!!!!!!!!!!
FADE IN: A grungy alleyway somewhere in Detroit, Michigan... Crumpled paper crawls across the soiled pavement, a cold and bitter wind howling through. There are no signs of life to be seen, just shadow and pavement.
CUE UP: "WILD SIDE" by Motley Crue.
CUT TO: Two diamonds emerge from this harsh rough, all muscle and style. Both wear similar attire; jean jackets and windpants, matching sunglasses, and comparably bad ass attitudes to go with it.
JT: You know... they say that the mean streets aren't for anyone! That there are some places that will eat a man up and spit him out! Well, that's where we thrive!
MP: We were born and bred out here in the cold! Crumbs in our bellies, no clothes on our backs! We have had to fight for food! For an education!
JT: For survival!
MP: To make it in this business, we have had to fight and beat every top tag team this sport has known! And we have done it!
JT: Everybody knows we have a reputation as the most devastating combination around! We've held titles in 4 major promotions! Beat teams like the Striders, the Zero Commission, and the BL!TZKRIEG... and now we're in the Empire Pro!
A shared high five.
MP: This is the natural evolution of our careers! We are out to prove to the world that we are just as bad as we know we are... that we are just as tough as we know we are... and the first tandem to learn that lesson will be Otaku and Bastard!
JT: Otaku and Bastard! We've never heard of you! But you've no doubt heard of us! We know nothing about you... but hold out hope that after Aggression, after you spend a little time in the cage with the MANIACZ, after we move on in this tournament... you'll be able to tell the EPW just how dangerous we are! After facing to us and ultimately losing to us, you can tell the rest of the competitors in this tournament that, yes, our reputation precedes us... the stories you've heard are true... the tapes you've traded are the real deal...
MP and JT: The Motor City Maniacz are HERE... and you are NOT!
FADE to BLACK.
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Re: Our reputation precedes us!!!!!!!!!!
[FADE IN to a medium shot of a white-washed breeze-block wall, likely in some small gymnasium or something. The camera is shaking slightly, and we can hear some general muttering and mumbling as someone is trying to set things up]
Voice: No… gah! Dammit! I had to go for the Goku-san wig and buy the cheap-ass camera… red wire… red… there we go!
[Suddenly, a figure slides into view, looking straight at the camera. He’s a normal looking man – if a normal looking man is wearing a spiky blue wig and an unbuttoned white dress shirt. Thankfully we can’t see below his chest, as who knows what else he’s wearing, but he’s got a beaming and happy smile on his youthful face]
Otaku: Hi, Empire Pro Wrestling fans and fellow wrestlers! Otaku to mōshimasu. Yoroshiku onegasishimasu. I’d give you my business card but, well, you know, I’m kinda stuck in the TV for now. At least for you all I am, so until they’ve invented a way for me to reach out into your home in truly 3D instead of 3D-looking-effect-dealy, this’ll have to do.
I’m rambling again, aren’t I? Sorry. I’m just so excited! Although I’ve been on Empire Pro TV before, it feels like a first time for me, you know, going in to a tournament where if we win we’re the tag team champions, teaming with someone I’ve never met slash seen slash heard of before against a team that I’ve never seen slash heard of before. It’s all so… exciting! Like… what’s something you guys might know… Dragonball Z without all the exposition between kicks.
I guess I should tell you about me a little, but really, I don’t know what I can say. I’m me. I’ve been out of the country for a couple of years so unless you’ve been watching small shows from Japanese wrestling – which I totally recommend you do by the way – you probably don’t know me that well, and it’s hard to say what I can do without having access to the tapes. And I’ve only got a crappy cam-corder so I can’t really show you the matches I’ve had. I could talk about beating Raptor or whatever the name was but that was years ago and I’ve kinda gotten better since then. At least I hope I have… wow… nerves! It’s been a while since I spoke in English, so sorry about this. Let’s try a primal scream and see if that helps…
[He takes a few deep, cleansing breaths, before launching into a massive primal scream! He quickly regains his composure, clears his throat, and looks straight at the camera again]
Otaku: There. That’s better. Makes me feel like we’re a team, Bastard-san and me. Now, I have watched a couple of tapes of Bastard-san, so I am prepared for what I’m pairing with, and you know what? I love the thought of teaming with the big teddy bear!
I’m kidding, Bastard-san! I heard what Logan-domo said, and you know what? He’s kinda right. You’ve been on a path of destruction and I would be a class A idiot to try and throw you off your game. I don’t want to be a supporting character all my life but there’s no harm in being one every now and then, is there? I mean, look at Negima – Natsumi’s done really well for herself, leading the gang into the heart of the enemy’s lair, and she started as a supporting character didn’t she? I’ll play my part for now, see how the team fairs and who knows? Bastard-san and me could very well be the new tag team champions! Of course, I’ve got to pull my weight, I can’t let Bastard-san do all the work or he’ll get tired, even if he is unchained. One man against two just isn’t fair. Unless the two are normals and the one is some mega beast or mechanical marvel.
Speaking of two… Hi Maniacs! How’re you guys? And who’re you guys? Because, sure, you’ve not heard of me. That’s to be expected, I’ve been out of the country, but by the same token I have absolutely no clue who you are! See, I never really followed American wrestling as a kid. I only heard of the Steiner Brothers because of their work in New Japan, and I’ve never heard of you guys working the East so I’m kinda at a loss. How good would you say you are? How tough would you say you are? What amazing robots are you fans of?
I need to know! Otherwise I’m going to lose a lot of sleep, and that’d make me go all Gaara or something. Which’d be cool, don’t get me wrong, but losing my mind to the One-Tailed Beast would be… well, it wouldn’t be right.
Yes, I know. I’m talking about anime as if it were real when I know full well it’s just entertainment and something I have an unhealthy obsession with. It’s not real. I’m not going to get swallowed up by a giant toad. Jeez, give a guy some credit.
Well… Motor City Maniacs, I look forward to stepping in the ring… well, cage, with you guys with Bastard-san as my partner. I can’t say I’m worried about this match because, like I said, I know nothing about you. If you’ve done anything in Japan let me know and I’ll check you out – I’m not a fan of the commentary over here to be honest. Too many guys who’re poor imitations of Mike Neely. And Mike Neely’s the poorest imitation of Mike Neely I know.
I’m rambling again, so I’ll leave you with this. Maniacs, I look forward to wrestling you, but in all honesty, Bastard-san, Logan-domo and myself, we’re looking to go all the way in this tournament. I hope you guys aren’t walkovers, but we’re not going to be fodder for you. My partner’s looking like a monster and me, I’ve been wrestling a few years now so I’m not exactly new to the dance. I don’t know how dangerous you guys are, but you’re not going to scare me. Because I’ve seen some scary things over the years… the DVD player catching fire with my favourite disc inside… and there is no WAY you’re scarier than that! Almost lost my favourite show…
Well, I guess I’ll find out between now and Aggression whether the Maniacs are the stuff of nightmares, or the stuff of cutesy little pink bunnies. My guess is bunnies. We need more bunnies.
[He reaches across and hits a button, causing the scene to FADE…]
Voiceover: Next time, on Otaku.
Otaku: Hey fans! Otaku here! Next time on Magic Man Otaku, our hero crosses the vast desert of Imperionica in search of his friends! Will he find them in time? Or will the twins of evil catch him before he reaches the city gates? Tune in next time to Magic Man Otaku! I’ll be waiting!
[OUT]
[FADE IN to a medium shot of a white-washed breeze-block wall, likely in some small gymnasium or something. The camera is shaking slightly, and we can hear some general muttering and mumbling as someone is trying to set things up]
Voice: No… gah! Dammit! I had to go for the Goku-san wig and buy the cheap-ass camera… red wire… red… there we go!
[Suddenly, a figure slides into view, looking straight at the camera. He’s a normal looking man – if a normal looking man is wearing a spiky blue wig and an unbuttoned white dress shirt. Thankfully we can’t see below his chest, as who knows what else he’s wearing, but he’s got a beaming and happy smile on his youthful face]
Otaku: Hi, Empire Pro Wrestling fans and fellow wrestlers! Otaku to mōshimasu. Yoroshiku onegasishimasu. I’d give you my business card but, well, you know, I’m kinda stuck in the TV for now. At least for you all I am, so until they’ve invented a way for me to reach out into your home in truly 3D instead of 3D-looking-effect-dealy, this’ll have to do.
I’m rambling again, aren’t I? Sorry. I’m just so excited! Although I’ve been on Empire Pro TV before, it feels like a first time for me, you know, going in to a tournament where if we win we’re the tag team champions, teaming with someone I’ve never met slash seen slash heard of before against a team that I’ve never seen slash heard of before. It’s all so… exciting! Like… what’s something you guys might know… Dragonball Z without all the exposition between kicks.
I guess I should tell you about me a little, but really, I don’t know what I can say. I’m me. I’ve been out of the country for a couple of years so unless you’ve been watching small shows from Japanese wrestling – which I totally recommend you do by the way – you probably don’t know me that well, and it’s hard to say what I can do without having access to the tapes. And I’ve only got a crappy cam-corder so I can’t really show you the matches I’ve had. I could talk about beating Raptor or whatever the name was but that was years ago and I’ve kinda gotten better since then. At least I hope I have… wow… nerves! It’s been a while since I spoke in English, so sorry about this. Let’s try a primal scream and see if that helps…
[He takes a few deep, cleansing breaths, before launching into a massive primal scream! He quickly regains his composure, clears his throat, and looks straight at the camera again]
Otaku: There. That’s better. Makes me feel like we’re a team, Bastard-san and me. Now, I have watched a couple of tapes of Bastard-san, so I am prepared for what I’m pairing with, and you know what? I love the thought of teaming with the big teddy bear!
I’m kidding, Bastard-san! I heard what Logan-domo said, and you know what? He’s kinda right. You’ve been on a path of destruction and I would be a class A idiot to try and throw you off your game. I don’t want to be a supporting character all my life but there’s no harm in being one every now and then, is there? I mean, look at Negima – Natsumi’s done really well for herself, leading the gang into the heart of the enemy’s lair, and she started as a supporting character didn’t she? I’ll play my part for now, see how the team fairs and who knows? Bastard-san and me could very well be the new tag team champions! Of course, I’ve got to pull my weight, I can’t let Bastard-san do all the work or he’ll get tired, even if he is unchained. One man against two just isn’t fair. Unless the two are normals and the one is some mega beast or mechanical marvel.
Speaking of two… Hi Maniacs! How’re you guys? And who’re you guys? Because, sure, you’ve not heard of me. That’s to be expected, I’ve been out of the country, but by the same token I have absolutely no clue who you are! See, I never really followed American wrestling as a kid. I only heard of the Steiner Brothers because of their work in New Japan, and I’ve never heard of you guys working the East so I’m kinda at a loss. How good would you say you are? How tough would you say you are? What amazing robots are you fans of?
I need to know! Otherwise I’m going to lose a lot of sleep, and that’d make me go all Gaara or something. Which’d be cool, don’t get me wrong, but losing my mind to the One-Tailed Beast would be… well, it wouldn’t be right.
Yes, I know. I’m talking about anime as if it were real when I know full well it’s just entertainment and something I have an unhealthy obsession with. It’s not real. I’m not going to get swallowed up by a giant toad. Jeez, give a guy some credit.
Well… Motor City Maniacs, I look forward to stepping in the ring… well, cage, with you guys with Bastard-san as my partner. I can’t say I’m worried about this match because, like I said, I know nothing about you. If you’ve done anything in Japan let me know and I’ll check you out – I’m not a fan of the commentary over here to be honest. Too many guys who’re poor imitations of Mike Neely. And Mike Neely’s the poorest imitation of Mike Neely I know.
I’m rambling again, so I’ll leave you with this. Maniacs, I look forward to wrestling you, but in all honesty, Bastard-san, Logan-domo and myself, we’re looking to go all the way in this tournament. I hope you guys aren’t walkovers, but we’re not going to be fodder for you. My partner’s looking like a monster and me, I’ve been wrestling a few years now so I’m not exactly new to the dance. I don’t know how dangerous you guys are, but you’re not going to scare me. Because I’ve seen some scary things over the years… the DVD player catching fire with my favourite disc inside… and there is no WAY you’re scarier than that! Almost lost my favourite show…
Well, I guess I’ll find out between now and Aggression whether the Maniacs are the stuff of nightmares, or the stuff of cutesy little pink bunnies. My guess is bunnies. We need more bunnies.
[He reaches across and hits a button, causing the scene to FADE…]
Voiceover: Next time, on Otaku.
Otaku: Hey fans! Otaku here! Next time on Magic Man Otaku, our hero crosses the vast desert of Imperionica in search of his friends! Will he find them in time? Or will the twins of evil catch him before he reaches the city gates? Tune in next time to Magic Man Otaku! I’ll be waiting!
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