Dirty Pair...
[FADE IN. A beautiful scene, flowers behind a chain-link fence, with the slightest edge of a train track nearby. We can hear what sounds like a level crossing, warning people that a train is coming. After a few seconds, we can hear a train getting nearer, nearer – and then we see it, as we pan up and out to see traffic, waiting for the train to pass. The train is three carriages long, and only takes a few seconds to speed past.
CUTTO: Inside the train. It’s crowded, though we only get a shot of the lower part of a few legs. One foot, clad in a red boot, moves]
Tomboyish voice: Hey, back off! Are you trying to crush me?!
[CUTTO: Another shot inside the train, twenty two seconds after the start of the tape. This time, we see much more of a leg – a lighter skin-tone than the earlier one, dressed in white thigh-high boots, with a white skirt trimmed with gold. The hair colour seems a little odd though – light purple?]
Girly-girl voice: He~y, you’re pulling my hair!
[ZOOMOUT! We see we’re actually watching a giant screen. On the screen, we get a top-down shot of the crowd in the train, with the two voices lodging numerous complaints. Suddenly, a cough from off-camera brings a few murmurs, and the shot pauses… the lights come on…
And a man in a black “Dirty Pair Flash” T-shirt stands before us, next to a light-switch. A man fans of the sadly defunct jWo know as]
Otaku: Spoilsport
[he pokes his tongue at the cameraman – presumably the source of the throat-clearing cough a few seconds ago] I don’t know, I try to broaden people’s minds beyond
The Simpsons and
Transformers, and this is the thanks I get? No Yuri for you!
And no yuri either.
Cameraman: You do know we’re only allowed to have ten per cent of the tape max be something that someone else owns the copyright on, right?
Otaku: I was gonna stop! Honest!
Cameraman: Yeah, buddy, and I’m the queen of Sheba. You were gonna just let the whole thing show, weren’t you?
Otaku: [sheepish] Ma~ybe.
Cameraman: Look, I’m not getting paid until you’ve said something about the Lethal Lottery match.
Otaku: Then I can watch anime to my heart’s content again?
[The camera nods up and down]
Otaku: YATTA! So, I… best get started, huh?
Cameraman: Yup.
Otaku: OK. If it’ll get me back to ANIME!
Now… where to start… it’s a surprise being here, actually. I mean, I didn’t even know about this tournament until after the applications for places had to be in. I think I was busy writing the continuation to
Cosplay Complex or something. I love those fan-fictions. Well, the good ones. Most people don’t have a clue how to write, but there’s this one girl, Lindsay, boy she can write! I must PM her sometime to congratulate her on her latest piece. But anyways! I heard that Simply Beautiful had to drop out, so I called them up, they took down my name, and a few days later, I heard back, and I’m in! Otaku, teaming with Beau Michaels! Can you believe that? Me, teaming with a big name? It’s like when Icchan helped Misaki-chi in
Angelic Layer, or when Kakashi-sensei agrees to train team seven.
Except I probably need to send him more yaoi. But anyways, it’s a thrill to even be in this match! My second on the pro-circuit! Going up against such great opponents like Ryan, Randalls, Cruise, Hiroshi… so many great names!
I mean, not for nothing, I’m the rookie in this match. I know that, I understand that. I’m not exactly thinking what happened to Misaki-chi is going to happen to me – that I can go all the way, lose only one match, and become the champ by beating my own wheel-chair-bound mother in a hotly contested Angelic Fight after a tearful reunion having not seen her in years.
And before anyone asks, my mother is fine, she’s not in a wheel-chair, and I saw her last weekend on her birthday.
But, you know – I do think Beau and I can pull this one off. Sure, there are some self-professed ‘bad-asses’ in the gauntlet match, and sure, some of them may think they deserve to feel that way. I’ve youtubed some matches featuring some of these guys, and they’re pretty tough. But anything can happen in the next half hour, as
Stingray said. Sadly not Sylvia in the original shows, but we can’t have everything, can we?
All it takes is a little energon, and a lot of luck.
SEE?! THAT’S TRANSFORMERS, MICHAEL BAY!!
Sorry. Got a lil carried away there.
So… Lethal Lottery? Teaming with Beau Michaels? I’m just going to go out there and have fun. Then I’ll go to the back and watch some anime. I’ll give Beau some yaoi for him and Cruise, I might give some shotacon to them too, and some burn a few DVDs of yuri for other people if anyone wants it.
Except the cameraman.
Cameraman: Just wrap it up already! You’re almost as dull to tape as Randalls.
Otaku: Win, lose, draw, get incinerated in a fiery explosion caused by a stray energy blast – I’m gonna enjoy this match. That’s the heart of pro-wrestling for the wrestlers. If it stopped being fun, I’d stop doing it.
Simple as.
And you may fade now. I wanna get back to Kei and Yuri!
That’s Yuri, capital Y.
Cameraman: under his breath] weirdo…
[FADE]
Narrator: Next time, on Otaku
Otaku: Hey gang, Otaku here! On the next exciting episode, can Beau Michaels and I co-exist? Will we triumph over evil, or will the road to justice be blocked by a giant Wolf? More importantly, will I have enough yaoi to placate my team-mate? It’s all on the next exciting episode!
And there’ll be lots of fan-service, too
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