WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Otaku
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
[FADE IN to the interior of a cave, looking out over the canopy of dense woodland. There’s a torrential downpour outside and the sky is thick and heavy with black storm clouds, the sound of the rain echoing against the cold hard rock face. Thankfully we’re far enough inside the cave that we can watch without getting drenched.
PANNING RIGHT we come upon a small camp fire, near which sits the familiar form of Empire Pro Wrestling superstar, Karl “The Dragon” Brown. He’s dressed in familiar casual clothes, although he’s left his fleece jacket to dry on a nearby rock. His T-shirt is plain green with a small white dragon on the right shoulder]
Karl: After winning a major tournament, some people like to hit the town. Some people like to show off fabulous wealth. Some like to pay to hang out with pretty girls. Me? I’m having a good weekend walking through the open countryside, taking a break before getting ready for Wrestleverse. I’ve already had some people asking what special training I’m going to be doing to get ready, how I’m going to prepare for my third appearance at the big event.
My answer? The same way I prepare for every match. Wrestleverse is a huge night. Empire Pro Wrestling’s premiere event is massive. I spoke to Otaku yesterday, and he sounded really up and ready for the match, and he asked me, how can you stay so calm? This is Wrestleverse! We’re challenging for the tag team titles against the Kings of the Cage!
Like I’ve already warned him, going into an event of this magnitude is tough enough. Knowing that your every move is being watched by tens of millions of people around the world makes a lot of people nervous. Anxious. They start to build everything up in their mind, asking “What if?” What if I make a mistake? What if I lose, badly? What if I screw up my entrance? And I just don’t have time for that. Putting more and more pressure on yourself before a big match only makes it that much harder… well, it also gives you more stress and you get older quicker. The point is this match, for the world tag team titles, is already a high pressure, high stakes match. Adding more pressure just because it’s at Wrestleverse is just making things harder.
[He stirs the fire]
Karl: Normally, title matches don’t add any pressure for me. Every one I’ve had up until now, I’ve treated them pretty much the same way. Go out there, focus on the task at hand, try to make as few mistakes as humanly possible, and get out of the ring with my head held high. This time, though? It feels… different. Before it’s been me against another person, or five. Always it’s been my neck on the chopping block, me in charge of what I do. I’ve never, in over seven years, had a title match where someone else is depending on me. Where I’ve got to watch their back and hope they watch mine. Normally, I just want to improve myself. I want to challenge myself and push beyond my limits, and you can do that in singles competition.
But when I saw Otaku after we beat Team V.I.A.G.R.A., and how excited he was… for the first time in years, there’s a sense of needing to win. It’s added pressure, certainly, but in a good way. It’s not needing to win for me – Lord knows I’ve lost often enough, especially since coming back. But he is hungry for this. I’ll need to calm him down before the match, keep his head cool so he doesn’t make any unforced errors, but I’ve also got to make sure I up my game and don’t make any errors. I have to trust him, something I’ve seldom done with anyone. And after what he did against the Colossal Connection?
As nutty as he is, as hyper and as different to me in personality terms, I trust him. I trust Otaku to do what he says he’s going to do. He’ll have my back. He’ll be there for the tag, he’ll be there to do what needs to be done. And I’ll be there to make sure… I can’t believe I’m saying this… I’ll be there to take the World Tag Team titles from Shane and Stalker.
That felt totally out of character for me.
[A crash of thunder fills the air, and Brown pauses, admiring the echo it created]
Karl: Well, pressure or no, I guess I better head back. Wrestleverse is coming, and I need to get back to training. Hopefully Otaku’s stopped trying to come up with a team name.
But… before I go. Steve? Stalker?
Don’t let the pressure get to you. If Otaku’s getting his first taste of Empire Pro Wrestling gold, I want him to be proud of it. So stop the crazy, stop visiting Jollity Farm, and be prepared for an evening not in the arms of whatever escorts you hire or steel chairs you can find, but an evening wondering how the Kings of the Cage got dethroned.
[FADE OUT]
[FADE IN to the interior of a cave, looking out over the canopy of dense woodland. There’s a torrential downpour outside and the sky is thick and heavy with black storm clouds, the sound of the rain echoing against the cold hard rock face. Thankfully we’re far enough inside the cave that we can watch without getting drenched.
PANNING RIGHT we come upon a small camp fire, near which sits the familiar form of Empire Pro Wrestling superstar, Karl “The Dragon” Brown. He’s dressed in familiar casual clothes, although he’s left his fleece jacket to dry on a nearby rock. His T-shirt is plain green with a small white dragon on the right shoulder]
Karl: After winning a major tournament, some people like to hit the town. Some people like to show off fabulous wealth. Some like to pay to hang out with pretty girls. Me? I’m having a good weekend walking through the open countryside, taking a break before getting ready for Wrestleverse. I’ve already had some people asking what special training I’m going to be doing to get ready, how I’m going to prepare for my third appearance at the big event.
My answer? The same way I prepare for every match. Wrestleverse is a huge night. Empire Pro Wrestling’s premiere event is massive. I spoke to Otaku yesterday, and he sounded really up and ready for the match, and he asked me, how can you stay so calm? This is Wrestleverse! We’re challenging for the tag team titles against the Kings of the Cage!
Like I’ve already warned him, going into an event of this magnitude is tough enough. Knowing that your every move is being watched by tens of millions of people around the world makes a lot of people nervous. Anxious. They start to build everything up in their mind, asking “What if?” What if I make a mistake? What if I lose, badly? What if I screw up my entrance? And I just don’t have time for that. Putting more and more pressure on yourself before a big match only makes it that much harder… well, it also gives you more stress and you get older quicker. The point is this match, for the world tag team titles, is already a high pressure, high stakes match. Adding more pressure just because it’s at Wrestleverse is just making things harder.
[He stirs the fire]
Karl: Normally, title matches don’t add any pressure for me. Every one I’ve had up until now, I’ve treated them pretty much the same way. Go out there, focus on the task at hand, try to make as few mistakes as humanly possible, and get out of the ring with my head held high. This time, though? It feels… different. Before it’s been me against another person, or five. Always it’s been my neck on the chopping block, me in charge of what I do. I’ve never, in over seven years, had a title match where someone else is depending on me. Where I’ve got to watch their back and hope they watch mine. Normally, I just want to improve myself. I want to challenge myself and push beyond my limits, and you can do that in singles competition.
But when I saw Otaku after we beat Team V.I.A.G.R.A., and how excited he was… for the first time in years, there’s a sense of needing to win. It’s added pressure, certainly, but in a good way. It’s not needing to win for me – Lord knows I’ve lost often enough, especially since coming back. But he is hungry for this. I’ll need to calm him down before the match, keep his head cool so he doesn’t make any unforced errors, but I’ve also got to make sure I up my game and don’t make any errors. I have to trust him, something I’ve seldom done with anyone. And after what he did against the Colossal Connection?
As nutty as he is, as hyper and as different to me in personality terms, I trust him. I trust Otaku to do what he says he’s going to do. He’ll have my back. He’ll be there for the tag, he’ll be there to do what needs to be done. And I’ll be there to make sure… I can’t believe I’m saying this… I’ll be there to take the World Tag Team titles from Shane and Stalker.
That felt totally out of character for me.
[A crash of thunder fills the air, and Brown pauses, admiring the echo it created]
Karl: Well, pressure or no, I guess I better head back. Wrestleverse is coming, and I need to get back to training. Hopefully Otaku’s stopped trying to come up with a team name.
But… before I go. Steve? Stalker?
Don’t let the pressure get to you. If Otaku’s getting his first taste of Empire Pro Wrestling gold, I want him to be proud of it. So stop the crazy, stop visiting Jollity Farm, and be prepared for an evening not in the arms of whatever escorts you hire or steel chairs you can find, but an evening wondering how the Kings of the Cage got dethroned.
[FADE OUT]
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
[FADE IN to a spot-lit shot of a green and gold costume on a mannequin, a horned mask on the mannequin’s head. Apart from the colour, what we see is a perfect replica of the costumes worn by Japanese legend Jushin “Thunder” Liger. Everything outside of the spotlight is black for several seconds, until we hear what sounds like a closet door opening and the “click” of a light switch]
Otaku: [from out of shot] HEY! What’re you guys doing in here?!
[PAN ROUND RIGHT, past the open closet door, to see Otaku dressed… rather normally. He’s wearing a Naruto T-shirt and denim shorts but otherwise looks perfectly normal]
Otaku: I thought someone was snooping around in here! You didn’t check how I leave the door handle, did you? Read Death Note sometime, it’s the same trick Light used to know the police had been up to something. Pretty neat, huh? Anyway, what’re you doing looking at my costume for Wrestleverse, huh? Looking for the big scoop?
No?
Maybe you thought Dragon-sama was in there being all weird and mystical? I mean, he’s great in the ring and has a lot of good advice, but he does like to go on a bit. Not so much on the phone, just when you guys are there to film him. Barely get anything from him over the phone. But in the ring he doesn’t need to say anything, he can just do what he does and beat people! It was sooo cool watching him on the replay beating Davis-san! Not as cool as watching that suplex on Ivan-san though. Men that big aren’t meant to be suplexed but Dragon-sama found a way to do the nearly impossible!
Sure, I helped. But it was Dragon-sama’s idea! That’s why he’s as good as he is. Because he can think on his feet, do things that other people can’t. That’s why I reckon we’re going to do what a lot of people have said is nearly impossible again when we beat Stalker-san and Shane-san at Wrestleverse!
See, they won the Kings of the Cage tournament. They beat Astros-san and Cruise (no honorific) and look like they’re set for a long reign. Shane’s been around donkey’s years and Stalker is a violent crazy person that reminds me a lot of Kimblee from Full Metal Alchemist – in fact he’d probably blow everyone up if he could do it with alchemy… scary thought! Gonna have to keep his hands away from each other… where did I put those wooden stocks from Neo Con…
Sorry! Now’s not the time to be looking for old costumes! New costume time! Time to get ready for Wrestleverse! Shane-san and Stalker-san!
You know… I never thought coming back I’d be in this position, getting ready for a world tag title shot at my PPV debut. It’s kinda scary… I’ve been around the world, yeah, I’ve been in the Tokyo Dome, but Empire Pro’s unique. The people, the personalities, the fans, it’s totally different from anything I’ve experienced. It’s hard to say exactly… I mean, I’m still finding my feet back in America, the style’s way different, but it’s good, you know? And with Shane-san and Stalker-san it’s two different styles. Both effective for them, sure, but different. Shane-san looks the more technical, Stalker-Kimblee-san likes to beat people up and throw them from high places. Gotta plan for both, I’m probably going to be facing both this being a tag match and all.
But like I said earlier, Dragon-sama and me, we did what most people thought almost impossible! We beat Colossal Connection and Team V.I.A.G.R.A.! On the same night! I helped and Dragon-sama suplexed Ivan-san! Nothing is impossible! We’ve already done the nearly impossible, and we can do it again! We’re going to do it again! I’m pumped, I’m psyched, I’m
[CUE UP: “1st Priority” by Melocure, as through a cell phone. Digging into his pockets, Otaku takes a look at the caller ID on his cell, answering quickly]
Otaku: Dragon-sama! Hey! I was just talking about… yeah… yeah?! Really? You’ll let me train with you? COOL! Sure, when? Where? OK, ok, got it! Man this is gonna be awesome, you’re the best, Dragon-sama!
Yeah, we’ll be the best! Cool, see you in an hour! Can’t wait!
[He hangs up]
Otaku: OK, you guys gotta go! Dragon-sama and me are going to train for the title match! It’s gonna be intense, but you need to train intense and then some to become world tag team champions! So off you go, scoot – and don’t come around here snooping no more! I’ll set Ryuk on you, I promise I will!
[FADE… is that an apple floating behind Otaku? FADE OUT!!!]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Otaku…
[FADE IN with a rapid-fire sequence of anime shots and explosions as Otaku speaks as a voice over]
Otaku: Hey Empire Pro-ites! Otaku here! Next time on Mysterious Title Otaku, Dragon-sama and Otaku meet up to fight in the Grand Final of all Grand Finals! Will we emerge victorious? Will we still be friends when it’s all said and done? What can possibly be in that Jade Coffin?! Find out next time on Mysterious Title Otaku, episode 3
Animezing Dragon!
See you soon!
[END]
[FADE IN to a spot-lit shot of a green and gold costume on a mannequin, a horned mask on the mannequin’s head. Apart from the colour, what we see is a perfect replica of the costumes worn by Japanese legend Jushin “Thunder” Liger. Everything outside of the spotlight is black for several seconds, until we hear what sounds like a closet door opening and the “click” of a light switch]
Otaku: [from out of shot] HEY! What’re you guys doing in here?!
[PAN ROUND RIGHT, past the open closet door, to see Otaku dressed… rather normally. He’s wearing a Naruto T-shirt and denim shorts but otherwise looks perfectly normal]
Otaku: I thought someone was snooping around in here! You didn’t check how I leave the door handle, did you? Read Death Note sometime, it’s the same trick Light used to know the police had been up to something. Pretty neat, huh? Anyway, what’re you doing looking at my costume for Wrestleverse, huh? Looking for the big scoop?
No?
Maybe you thought Dragon-sama was in there being all weird and mystical? I mean, he’s great in the ring and has a lot of good advice, but he does like to go on a bit. Not so much on the phone, just when you guys are there to film him. Barely get anything from him over the phone. But in the ring he doesn’t need to say anything, he can just do what he does and beat people! It was sooo cool watching him on the replay beating Davis-san! Not as cool as watching that suplex on Ivan-san though. Men that big aren’t meant to be suplexed but Dragon-sama found a way to do the nearly impossible!
Sure, I helped. But it was Dragon-sama’s idea! That’s why he’s as good as he is. Because he can think on his feet, do things that other people can’t. That’s why I reckon we’re going to do what a lot of people have said is nearly impossible again when we beat Stalker-san and Shane-san at Wrestleverse!
See, they won the Kings of the Cage tournament. They beat Astros-san and Cruise (no honorific) and look like they’re set for a long reign. Shane’s been around donkey’s years and Stalker is a violent crazy person that reminds me a lot of Kimblee from Full Metal Alchemist – in fact he’d probably blow everyone up if he could do it with alchemy… scary thought! Gonna have to keep his hands away from each other… where did I put those wooden stocks from Neo Con…
Sorry! Now’s not the time to be looking for old costumes! New costume time! Time to get ready for Wrestleverse! Shane-san and Stalker-san!
You know… I never thought coming back I’d be in this position, getting ready for a world tag title shot at my PPV debut. It’s kinda scary… I’ve been around the world, yeah, I’ve been in the Tokyo Dome, but Empire Pro’s unique. The people, the personalities, the fans, it’s totally different from anything I’ve experienced. It’s hard to say exactly… I mean, I’m still finding my feet back in America, the style’s way different, but it’s good, you know? And with Shane-san and Stalker-san it’s two different styles. Both effective for them, sure, but different. Shane-san looks the more technical, Stalker-Kimblee-san likes to beat people up and throw them from high places. Gotta plan for both, I’m probably going to be facing both this being a tag match and all.
But like I said earlier, Dragon-sama and me, we did what most people thought almost impossible! We beat Colossal Connection and Team V.I.A.G.R.A.! On the same night! I helped and Dragon-sama suplexed Ivan-san! Nothing is impossible! We’ve already done the nearly impossible, and we can do it again! We’re going to do it again! I’m pumped, I’m psyched, I’m
[CUE UP: “1st Priority” by Melocure, as through a cell phone. Digging into his pockets, Otaku takes a look at the caller ID on his cell, answering quickly]
Otaku: Dragon-sama! Hey! I was just talking about… yeah… yeah?! Really? You’ll let me train with you? COOL! Sure, when? Where? OK, ok, got it! Man this is gonna be awesome, you’re the best, Dragon-sama!
Yeah, we’ll be the best! Cool, see you in an hour! Can’t wait!
[He hangs up]
Otaku: OK, you guys gotta go! Dragon-sama and me are going to train for the title match! It’s gonna be intense, but you need to train intense and then some to become world tag team champions! So off you go, scoot – and don’t come around here snooping no more! I’ll set Ryuk on you, I promise I will!
[FADE… is that an apple floating behind Otaku? FADE OUT!!!]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Otaku…
[FADE IN with a rapid-fire sequence of anime shots and explosions as Otaku speaks as a voice over]
Otaku: Hey Empire Pro-ites! Otaku here! Next time on Mysterious Title Otaku, Dragon-sama and Otaku meet up to fight in the Grand Final of all Grand Finals! Will we emerge victorious? Will we still be friends when it’s all said and done? What can possibly be in that Jade Coffin?! Find out next time on Mysterious Title Otaku, episode 3
Animezing Dragon!
See you soon!
[END]
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
We open up to find Empire Pro’s not-so-very-own top interviewer James Murphy making his way around the backstage area. He walks up to a door and opens it. As he turns the corner into the room, we see “Sensational” Steven Shane sitting Indian-style in the middle of the floor wearing a kimono and white face paint accented by some red dots.
James walks up to Shane and begins the conversation.
James: You know, sometimes I ask myself why I go looking for YOU.
Shane slowly looks up and does his best Mr. Miyagi impersonation.
Shane: Perhaps, that is not the question, but rather the answer.
James: Wow. That makes even less sense than why you’re dressed like that.
Shane: The greatest mystery lies not in The Sensational One’s wardrobe, but rather how Karl Brown got cell phone service from within a cave.
James: That really is a great mystery, but I still don’t think that it’s bigger than your outfit.
Shane: Oh Jamal, what does not lead you to question leaves you with the answer.
James: That doesn’t even make sense.
Shane quickly stands up and resumes his normal voice.
Shane: Are you kidding me? Are you an idiot?
James: Well, no… I just can’t seem to piece together the proverb-like talk, the robe, or the face paint.
Shane: It’s called a kimono, sir. And it is in tribute to my opponent, Otaku.
James: Tribute? It seemed more like a mockery.
Shane: Is that how it came off?
James: That’s the way it seemed to me.
Shane: Good.
James: Wait. You wanted to make a mockery of Otaku?
Shane: Why would I not? It’s not like Empire Pro didn’t make a mockery of my tag team title by serving those two a couple of soft-serves their way to “earn” this title shot.
James: With all due respect, the two teams they faced are making Empire Pro one of the toughest tag divisions in the business.
Shane: You mean Team Valtrex and Chronic Collizion?
James: Actually, it’s Team V.I.A.G.R.A. and the Colossal Connection.
Shane: Like anyone cares. God knows I’m no historian, but the EPW archives show zero wins for ANY of those teams within recent memory.
James: And that’s why you’re calling it a mockery?
Shane: Would you call it anything else?
James: Well, the same could be said for the way you and Stalker received your tag team title shot.
Shane: AND we could say that you like men. Do you wanna do that or just stick with my original point?
James: Let’s just stick with the original point.
Shane: Very well then.
James: So Shane, we already know your feelings on your opponents. What can you tell us about leaving Caitlyn Daymon’s locker room at Aggression?
Shane: What am I supposed to do? Hide out in a cave like a “dragon”?
James: Okay, I get it. But everyone wants to know why you would be leaving the locker room of a woman who has a bounty on your tag team partner’s head!
Shane: Look, Stalker’s business is making himself look like a total psychopath. Mine is to win wrestling matches while still remaining obnoxiously handsome and witty.
James: What does that have to do with Caitlyn?
Shane: I wouldn’t expect you to know.
James: What does that mean?
Shane: As someone without good looks or wit, it’s no wonder that women are not attracted to you.
James: Come on, that’s not fair!
Shane: Neither is the fact that all you have to do is interview me, but I put up with your ugly mug.
James: Wow. You know no mercy.
Shane: I do what I can over here.
James: Okay, we get the point. But you still haven’t told us anything about why you were with Caitlyn.
Shane: I said it was business.
James: But what kind of business?
Shane: The kind that you don’t understand.
James: Look! I don’t have time for these shenanigans! Were you meeting with her about Stalker or were you two f-
Shane quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of Orbit gum and shoves it into James’s face.
Shane: Dirty mouth?
James huffs at Shane as he takes the gum from the tag team champion.
Shane: Look, you walk around here busting through my doors enough that you’ll find out the answer soon. Until then, why don’t you leave the business to the big boys?
Shane turns around and takes a step, but quickly turns back to James.
Shane: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some Chinese food to eat.
James: He’s Japanese.
Shane: Look, I don’t care where General Tso is from. All I know is that his chicken is delicious.
James: No. Otaku is from Japan… Because you’re mocking him?
Shane shrugs his shoulders.
Shane: Ehh. It doesn’t matter. Come WrestleVerse, his first pay-per-view will be “no bueno”.
Shane gives a smile as James covers his face and shakes his head before walking out the door.
We open up to find Empire Pro’s not-so-very-own top interviewer James Murphy making his way around the backstage area. He walks up to a door and opens it. As he turns the corner into the room, we see “Sensational” Steven Shane sitting Indian-style in the middle of the floor wearing a kimono and white face paint accented by some red dots.
James walks up to Shane and begins the conversation.
James: You know, sometimes I ask myself why I go looking for YOU.
Shane slowly looks up and does his best Mr. Miyagi impersonation.
Shane: Perhaps, that is not the question, but rather the answer.
James: Wow. That makes even less sense than why you’re dressed like that.
Shane: The greatest mystery lies not in The Sensational One’s wardrobe, but rather how Karl Brown got cell phone service from within a cave.
James: That really is a great mystery, but I still don’t think that it’s bigger than your outfit.
Shane: Oh Jamal, what does not lead you to question leaves you with the answer.
James: That doesn’t even make sense.
Shane quickly stands up and resumes his normal voice.
Shane: Are you kidding me? Are you an idiot?
James: Well, no… I just can’t seem to piece together the proverb-like talk, the robe, or the face paint.
Shane: It’s called a kimono, sir. And it is in tribute to my opponent, Otaku.
James: Tribute? It seemed more like a mockery.
Shane: Is that how it came off?
James: That’s the way it seemed to me.
Shane: Good.
James: Wait. You wanted to make a mockery of Otaku?
Shane: Why would I not? It’s not like Empire Pro didn’t make a mockery of my tag team title by serving those two a couple of soft-serves their way to “earn” this title shot.
James: With all due respect, the two teams they faced are making Empire Pro one of the toughest tag divisions in the business.
Shane: You mean Team Valtrex and Chronic Collizion?
James: Actually, it’s Team V.I.A.G.R.A. and the Colossal Connection.
Shane: Like anyone cares. God knows I’m no historian, but the EPW archives show zero wins for ANY of those teams within recent memory.
James: And that’s why you’re calling it a mockery?
Shane: Would you call it anything else?
James: Well, the same could be said for the way you and Stalker received your tag team title shot.
Shane: AND we could say that you like men. Do you wanna do that or just stick with my original point?
James: Let’s just stick with the original point.
Shane: Very well then.
James: So Shane, we already know your feelings on your opponents. What can you tell us about leaving Caitlyn Daymon’s locker room at Aggression?
Shane: What am I supposed to do? Hide out in a cave like a “dragon”?
James: Okay, I get it. But everyone wants to know why you would be leaving the locker room of a woman who has a bounty on your tag team partner’s head!
Shane: Look, Stalker’s business is making himself look like a total psychopath. Mine is to win wrestling matches while still remaining obnoxiously handsome and witty.
James: What does that have to do with Caitlyn?
Shane: I wouldn’t expect you to know.
James: What does that mean?
Shane: As someone without good looks or wit, it’s no wonder that women are not attracted to you.
James: Come on, that’s not fair!
Shane: Neither is the fact that all you have to do is interview me, but I put up with your ugly mug.
James: Wow. You know no mercy.
Shane: I do what I can over here.
James: Okay, we get the point. But you still haven’t told us anything about why you were with Caitlyn.
Shane: I said it was business.
James: But what kind of business?
Shane: The kind that you don’t understand.
James: Look! I don’t have time for these shenanigans! Were you meeting with her about Stalker or were you two f-
Shane quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of Orbit gum and shoves it into James’s face.
Shane: Dirty mouth?
James huffs at Shane as he takes the gum from the tag team champion.
Shane: Look, you walk around here busting through my doors enough that you’ll find out the answer soon. Until then, why don’t you leave the business to the big boys?
Shane turns around and takes a step, but quickly turns back to James.
Shane: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some Chinese food to eat.
James: He’s Japanese.
Shane: Look, I don’t care where General Tso is from. All I know is that his chicken is delicious.
James: No. Otaku is from Japan… Because you’re mocking him?
Shane shrugs his shoulders.
Shane: Ehh. It doesn’t matter. Come WrestleVerse, his first pay-per-view will be “no bueno”.
Shane gives a smile as James covers his face and shakes his head before walking out the door.
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
"You should stay in that cave, Karl, even during Wrestleverse."
(Camera fades in to Jason Reeves standing alone in his motel room. The EPW tag team title thrown on the bed. Wearing his usual wrinkled up clothing attire, Jason is once again staring into the mirror looking at his reflection.)
Stalker: One night tournament to determine who we face to defend our tag team titles. I guess The Heirs of Wrestling got enough of my destruction the first time around that they didn't want another part of it. It's fine though, the EPW front office served us up a good pair. Karl 'The Dragon' Brown and some Asian guy named Otaku. Now forgive me if I fail to understand exactly why they are in the same league as Stevie boy and I.
We went through 4 tag teams to claim and hold onto the EPW Tag Team Titles. Inside the confines of a steel cage none the less. But yet, after winning two matches in one night this team gets a shot. A shot that no one wanted. So I have to ask you Karl and Otaku, do you really want your asses handed to you that badly? Anarky and Copycat didn't even want to stay in the ring with us. I assume it was for fear that one of them would get pinned and lose some of their credibility going into the main event at Wrestleverse.
A spot that I should be in, by the way. Instead i'm stuck here defending the tag team titles.
(Grabbing a drink of whiskey from a glass sitting on the dresser, Jason slugs it down his throat and smiles in the mirror.)
Stalker: Let me clarify something first. Unlike that ***** Anarky the tag team titles were never something I didn't want. So before you think about using that statement against me Karl, remember this, if I didn't want to walk away strapped as tag champion, I would have left Steven Shane in the ring to rot. Unlike Anarky I want that world title. Unlike Copycat I am not here to fix this business. Unlike both of them, i'm stuck tagging with a guy who can't even get the name of his reporter correct. It's James not Jamal you numbskull.
Also! I saw the video of you leaving Caitlyn's room last Aggression, after I came looking for your ass. Where were you when I was getting jumped in the ring Stevie boy? Can I even trust you long enough to hold onto these titles leaving Wrestleverse? I sure hope so because the only way these two idiots will have a chance of walking away champions is by you betraying me. Which would not be a wise idea on your part.
(Pouring himself another drink, Jason smiles at the mirror again, a grin this time.)
Stalker: Yes Karl and Otaku, I just said that. Don't get me wrong, i'm looking forward to our match at Wrestleverse but you have to admit something. At this point in time, do you honestly think that either of you would be able to pin my shoulders to the mat? This path of destruction i've been leaving week after week, no one has been able to stop it. No one has been able to hold me back. So now at Wrestleverse, when i'm fighting the two of you, instead of being in the main event just remember, you are just another pebble on my road to being World Champion of Empire Pro.
You two just happened to be the unlucky ones to draw our number. Hell if I was in your guys shoes I would've just laid down and got out of the way. Let some other poor schmucks get in my way. Sadly though, you were blinded by gold you will never be able to claim. Gold that I will never let go of. Especially to the likes of you two. Forgive me for not breaking you two down any further in detail, but sadly you just don't matter that much to me. I have big plans at Wrestleverse and they don't include you. Hell they don't even include my partner, so all I can suggest is stay out of my way, before I make it hurt just that much more!
(With that Jason's grin fades from his face and he tells the camera man to cut the feed. Fade.)
"You should stay in that cave, Karl, even during Wrestleverse."
(Camera fades in to Jason Reeves standing alone in his motel room. The EPW tag team title thrown on the bed. Wearing his usual wrinkled up clothing attire, Jason is once again staring into the mirror looking at his reflection.)
Stalker: One night tournament to determine who we face to defend our tag team titles. I guess The Heirs of Wrestling got enough of my destruction the first time around that they didn't want another part of it. It's fine though, the EPW front office served us up a good pair. Karl 'The Dragon' Brown and some Asian guy named Otaku. Now forgive me if I fail to understand exactly why they are in the same league as Stevie boy and I.
We went through 4 tag teams to claim and hold onto the EPW Tag Team Titles. Inside the confines of a steel cage none the less. But yet, after winning two matches in one night this team gets a shot. A shot that no one wanted. So I have to ask you Karl and Otaku, do you really want your asses handed to you that badly? Anarky and Copycat didn't even want to stay in the ring with us. I assume it was for fear that one of them would get pinned and lose some of their credibility going into the main event at Wrestleverse.
A spot that I should be in, by the way. Instead i'm stuck here defending the tag team titles.
(Grabbing a drink of whiskey from a glass sitting on the dresser, Jason slugs it down his throat and smiles in the mirror.)
Stalker: Let me clarify something first. Unlike that ***** Anarky the tag team titles were never something I didn't want. So before you think about using that statement against me Karl, remember this, if I didn't want to walk away strapped as tag champion, I would have left Steven Shane in the ring to rot. Unlike Anarky I want that world title. Unlike Copycat I am not here to fix this business. Unlike both of them, i'm stuck tagging with a guy who can't even get the name of his reporter correct. It's James not Jamal you numbskull.
Also! I saw the video of you leaving Caitlyn's room last Aggression, after I came looking for your ass. Where were you when I was getting jumped in the ring Stevie boy? Can I even trust you long enough to hold onto these titles leaving Wrestleverse? I sure hope so because the only way these two idiots will have a chance of walking away champions is by you betraying me. Which would not be a wise idea on your part.
(Pouring himself another drink, Jason smiles at the mirror again, a grin this time.)
Stalker: Yes Karl and Otaku, I just said that. Don't get me wrong, i'm looking forward to our match at Wrestleverse but you have to admit something. At this point in time, do you honestly think that either of you would be able to pin my shoulders to the mat? This path of destruction i've been leaving week after week, no one has been able to stop it. No one has been able to hold me back. So now at Wrestleverse, when i'm fighting the two of you, instead of being in the main event just remember, you are just another pebble on my road to being World Champion of Empire Pro.
You two just happened to be the unlucky ones to draw our number. Hell if I was in your guys shoes I would've just laid down and got out of the way. Let some other poor schmucks get in my way. Sadly though, you were blinded by gold you will never be able to claim. Gold that I will never let go of. Especially to the likes of you two. Forgive me for not breaking you two down any further in detail, but sadly you just don't matter that much to me. I have big plans at Wrestleverse and they don't include you. Hell they don't even include my partner, so all I can suggest is stay out of my way, before I make it hurt just that much more!
(With that Jason's grin fades from his face and he tells the camera man to cut the feed. Fade.)
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
[FADE IN to a woodland path. Sitting in trees on opposite sides of the path are the Number One Contenders to the World Tag Team Championships. “The Dragon” is dressed in jeans and an “Empire Pro Wrestling” T-shirt, while Otaku... he’s dressed up as Zidane Primal from Final Fantasy IX. Complete with a tail that seems to be moving. We join in seemingly mid-conversation, the camera staying some ways back for now]
Otaku: Seriously?! Wow, I never knew that kinda thing went on in the locker-room.
Karl: You’d be amazed what you overhear if you keep quiet. People tend not to notice you’re in the room so you get a lot of information.
Otaku: Seriously. I’m gonna have ta keep an eye on you methinks.
Karl: I’ll be in the corner reading a book, probably. Pretty easy to spot if you know where to look.
Otaku: What’ll you be reading at Wrestleverse? I’ve got some manga if you
Karl: [interrupting] No, thank you. I only read before Aggression. Too many other commitments on the day of a Pay Per View; meet and greets, interviews, fans being shown around back stage, then getting warmed up and ready for the match.
Otaku: Oh. But aren’t we on kinda late?
Karl: Probably, but we need to be ready for anything. I’ve had Dan change the rules so it was a chain match before. Just because we’re down for the penultimate match now
[SFX: footsteps in the undergrowth as the camera team move in closer. Brown glances down to them as he finishes his sentence]
Karl: doesn’t mean things won’t change. And here’s the crew.
Otaku: Late again!
Karl: Last time, you were the one who was late.
Otaku: Meh, details! Which’re kind of important I know but still, details.
Karl: Details… you know, you just reminded me of the reason I stopped watching Steven Shane’s out-of-ring stuff years ago. He’s useless when it comes to details.
Otaku: Oh, yeah. He thinks I’m Japanese. I wish! Neo Tokyo Tower is sooo cool, though. Great place to live.
Karl: Where are you from, again?
Otaku: Neo Tokyo Tower! I just said! Dragon-sama, you really should pay attention!
Karl: Let me guess, that’s in Neo Tokyo?
Otaku: Yep!
Karl: Right. So the fact you’re American has nothing to do with it?
Otaku: Nope!
Karl: OK.
Otaku: But you know, Shane-san’s really good in the ring. He doesn’t need to deal with the details like where I’m from, the fact you called me when you were back home two days after you’d done vacationing in the countryside, or what people’s names actually are. He’s amazing! Have you seen him?
Karl: I’ve wrestled him.
Otaku: Yeah, Shane-san’s great. I mean, he’s one half of the World Tag Team Champions! With a guy who doesn’t seem to like him! That’s got to be some serious goodness right there.
Karl: Shane’s tough, no question. I do wonder whether the idiocy he shows these days is an act to try and catch people unawares. He used to be pretty lucid, you know.
Otaku: Never!
Karl: It’s true. He also used to claim that he wasn’t giving it everything because he didn’t want to, but now he was going to. And he’d lose regardless.
Otaku: Good point. But he had some really mean things to say!
Karl: Ignore him. He likes to try mind games and thinks he’s a comedian.
Otaku: But Shane-san
Karl: [interrupting] The best thing to do with Stephen Shane is take care of things in the ring, and ignore what he says before the match.
Otaku: But he’s so good in the ring.
Karl: Yeah, he is. Always has been. But if he wants to walk away from this match with a belt he’ll have to be a whole lot better.
Otaku: Last time you were the champ, right? He had to beat you?
Karl: Exactly. He couldn’t beat me when he had to beat me. I don’t think it’s going to be easy to take him down, but to say that just because he’s good, we’re going to lose doesn’t make any sense. It adds more pressure and you beat yourself before he gets the chance to.
Otaku: Yeah, I suppose… guess I never thought of it that way. Shane-san’s an idiot!
Karl: Either that or he’s a mind so brilliant mere mortals such as we cannot hope to fathom the depths of his
Otaku: Stupidity?
Karl: You said it, not me.
Otaku: OK, so I know that Shane-san is good in the ring but a moron outside of it who’s not worth even giving a copy of Evangelion to, but what about Stalker-san? He seems kind of scary outside the ring as well as in it.
Karl: Stalker… never faced him, though I do owe him for attacking me a while back. Part of the problem with my face anyone the office gives me policy, I don’t pick and choose my matches.
Otaku: Neither does Stalker! I mean, if he could he’d probably have picked matches to get him all the gold! Kind of like Merrill.
Karl: Which one’s that?
Otaku: Out of Rune Soldier? Remember?
Karl: I wasn’t paying much attention.
Otaku: Maaaan!
Karl: Your point’s taken, though. Stalker’s obsessed with gold – he wants all the gold. He wants to be the big name, the top dog. It’d be new if it wasn’t what 99% of professional wrestlers seemed to aspire to, and like over 99% of those, I just don’t see Stalker making it. He’s powerful, great at what he does, but he’s not unbeatable.
Otaku: Really? He sounds it listening to him.
Karl: Well, beside his assumptions about you
Otaku: Oh yeah… that again…
Karl: He’s missed several very obvious points. Firstly, while he and Shane did win the Kings of the Cage tournament, they beat three other teams en route to winning that moniker, not four. While they did win all their matches, beating Aaron Jones doesn’t involve breaking a sweat, so trying to denigrate what you and I did on that basis, against two teams that had teamed together regularly before… I find it difficult to see what his point is. They beat one regular team, and two put-together teams, and one of those had the senior referee’s son in it instead of two wrestlers. Not to totally belittle what Stalker said, but if he thinks that kind of situation qualifies himself and Shane as unbeatable, then I wonder what’s been slipped into his water.
Otaku: Lol!
Karl: Did you just say what I think you did?
Otaku: Yup!
Karl: Fine.
Otaku: Oh! And don’t forget, Stalker-san’s been on a path of destruction! He said so himself, path of destruction in Empire Pro Wrestling!
Karl: If I had five pence for every time someone’s said that here… some path of destruction. A path of whiny tantrums, maybe. I don’t hear people clamouring to get away from Stalker. I don’t hear people refusing to get in the ring with him. I don’t hear people leaving the company so they never have to face Stalker in the ring.
I do hear Stalker going on and on about a path of destruction, but honestly? Unless he puts someone on the shelf so they can’t wrestle again, by what he does in the ring and only in the ring, then I’m not concerned.
Otaku: Didn’t he cause Rocko-san to leave?
Karl: Oh, yeah. Rocko never really impressed me, I must have forgotten about him.
Otaku: You know that’s going to cause some offence somewhere.
Karl: Yep. Either Caitlyn or Stalker’s going to say something about the great Rocko Daymon, or how he’ll be remembered by the fans longer than I will. They forget I simply don’t care. I’m more interested in the present than the past, what is rather than what was, and what is at the final bell at Wrestleverse, not what happened at an old event between two people I wasn’t paying much attention to at the time.
Otaku: You’re cold, you know that?
Karl: I’ve been called far worse.
Otaku: OK, so about Stalker-san… what’re we going to do? He sounds peeved.
Karl: How good are you at absorbing punishment before hitting a Limit Break?
Otaku: Oh I can stay alive – hey! Did you just make a video game reference?
Karl: I did. Trying out something new.
Otaku: I like it! Maybe we can talk about the team name?
Karl: Go with what you said last time. Might as well go with something.
Otaku: YATTA!!
Karl: But back to Stalker. I don’t care what he says, whether he thinks that you and I are worth his time or not, or what plans he has for Anarky, Copycat, or Uncle Tom Cobley. The only thing that matters is what he does where we’re concerned.
Otaku: Oh, so you reckon he might try something before the match? Sneaky…
Karl: He might do. He might not. I’m ready if he does try something, but if he doesn’t then it won’t affect anything.
Otaku: Do you really think we can win?
Karl: At this stage in my career? I can pin Stalker. I can make him tap out. At this stage in your career, you can pin him or make him quit. At this stage in Stalker’s career, he can win, he can lose, he can twirl around in a dress or shock everyone by revealing he’s…
Otaku: Actually a Martian?
Karl: I guess, in a weird way. The fact is in this match, what Stalker says means nothing. What Shane says means nothing. What I say, what you say, means nothing. When the bell rings it’s not a talking contest. It’s not a debate. We’re not marked on our words. It’s our actions in the ring that moment that matters.
Otaku: That’s not true! Your words do matter!
Karl: How?
Otaku: You’ve given me confidence, Dragon-sama! You’ve made me realise that Shane-san is an idiot. He’s great in the ring and I need to focus on that, but I can ignore what he says and I’ll be better for it. I won’t be confused into thinking he’s a total moron even if he is! And you’ve shown me that Stalker-san hasn’t been on a path of destruction. You’ve shown me that Stalker-san isn’t as great as he thinks he is because no matter what, even when he’s thrown people from the tops of steel cages, they’ve gotten up and carried on. They’ve not been scarred for life except Caitlyn, but Stalker can’t do anything more than hurt my body. He can’t hurt my spirit, he can’t hurt my soul, and I can appear at the next Aggression with the World Tag Team Championship just by doing what I do! Beating people with the Power of Youth WOW!!
[Otaku, full of energy, slips from the tree – but his tail wraps around the branch and he hangs there. Brown simply smirks, shaking his head]
Otaku: Erm… I meant to do that!
Karl: Well, it sounds like you’re pumped and ready for Wrestleverse. I guess words do mean something before the match.
But Stalker? Shane? You two might hope for an easy match. You might be able to convince yourselves this is going to be a walk in the park and that Otaku and I have no chance. You can say we only beat two teams to your however many you want to claim, that you’re wrestling Gods, that we’ll be cowering in fear, but the reality… the reality at least one of you is trying to guard against… is that Otaku and I aren’t there to make up the numbers. We a team going after the World Tag Team Championships. I have Otaku’s back, Otaku has my back, and together… we’re going to take the belts. No threats to each other, no ego trying to say one of us is better than the other. Just two men, one currently with a tail, who only have to pin one of you to the mat for the three count to walk away with the belts. Otaku’s hungry for his first taste of gold in Empire Pro, and I want to make sure it’s a proud night for a man I consider my friend.
What does that mean, Stalker?
Ask Shane if he remembers our previous matches and what happened. In case he can’t remember – it means that a focused Dragon, is a dangerous one.
Otaku: Animezing Dragons! GO!
[Otaku slips, his tail unwrapping from the branch, and he falls to the floor]
Otaku: Ooomph!! I’m OK!
Karl: We’ll keep the name, but new rule – no stupid stunts just before a big match!
Otaku: Awww… I just wanted to give them a chance.
Karl: Right.
[Otaku starts to protest his innocence, as we FADE TO BLACK…]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Otaku and the Animezing Dragons…
Otaku: Hey folks! Your friendly neighbourhood Otaku here! Next time on Animezing Dragons, the Adventures of the Geek and the Brit, we have to deliver a package for a very important client! We blast off in our spaceship, but what looks like a simple mission turns out a whole lot harder when we’re stalked by Space Pirate Shane and his pet parrot, Squawk-a-lot! Under heavy laser fire, will we be able to deliver the package? Stay tuned for the next episode, number 25 – HALT! Who Goes There?
See you soon!
[FADE OUT]
[FADE IN to a woodland path. Sitting in trees on opposite sides of the path are the Number One Contenders to the World Tag Team Championships. “The Dragon” is dressed in jeans and an “Empire Pro Wrestling” T-shirt, while Otaku... he’s dressed up as Zidane Primal from Final Fantasy IX. Complete with a tail that seems to be moving. We join in seemingly mid-conversation, the camera staying some ways back for now]
Otaku: Seriously?! Wow, I never knew that kinda thing went on in the locker-room.
Karl: You’d be amazed what you overhear if you keep quiet. People tend not to notice you’re in the room so you get a lot of information.
Otaku: Seriously. I’m gonna have ta keep an eye on you methinks.
Karl: I’ll be in the corner reading a book, probably. Pretty easy to spot if you know where to look.
Otaku: What’ll you be reading at Wrestleverse? I’ve got some manga if you
Karl: [interrupting] No, thank you. I only read before Aggression. Too many other commitments on the day of a Pay Per View; meet and greets, interviews, fans being shown around back stage, then getting warmed up and ready for the match.
Otaku: Oh. But aren’t we on kinda late?
Karl: Probably, but we need to be ready for anything. I’ve had Dan change the rules so it was a chain match before. Just because we’re down for the penultimate match now
[SFX: footsteps in the undergrowth as the camera team move in closer. Brown glances down to them as he finishes his sentence]
Karl: doesn’t mean things won’t change. And here’s the crew.
Otaku: Late again!
Karl: Last time, you were the one who was late.
Otaku: Meh, details! Which’re kind of important I know but still, details.
Karl: Details… you know, you just reminded me of the reason I stopped watching Steven Shane’s out-of-ring stuff years ago. He’s useless when it comes to details.
Otaku: Oh, yeah. He thinks I’m Japanese. I wish! Neo Tokyo Tower is sooo cool, though. Great place to live.
Karl: Where are you from, again?
Otaku: Neo Tokyo Tower! I just said! Dragon-sama, you really should pay attention!
Karl: Let me guess, that’s in Neo Tokyo?
Otaku: Yep!
Karl: Right. So the fact you’re American has nothing to do with it?
Otaku: Nope!
Karl: OK.
Otaku: But you know, Shane-san’s really good in the ring. He doesn’t need to deal with the details like where I’m from, the fact you called me when you were back home two days after you’d done vacationing in the countryside, or what people’s names actually are. He’s amazing! Have you seen him?
Karl: I’ve wrestled him.
Otaku: Yeah, Shane-san’s great. I mean, he’s one half of the World Tag Team Champions! With a guy who doesn’t seem to like him! That’s got to be some serious goodness right there.
Karl: Shane’s tough, no question. I do wonder whether the idiocy he shows these days is an act to try and catch people unawares. He used to be pretty lucid, you know.
Otaku: Never!
Karl: It’s true. He also used to claim that he wasn’t giving it everything because he didn’t want to, but now he was going to. And he’d lose regardless.
Otaku: Good point. But he had some really mean things to say!
Karl: Ignore him. He likes to try mind games and thinks he’s a comedian.
Otaku: But Shane-san
Karl: [interrupting] The best thing to do with Stephen Shane is take care of things in the ring, and ignore what he says before the match.
Otaku: But he’s so good in the ring.
Karl: Yeah, he is. Always has been. But if he wants to walk away from this match with a belt he’ll have to be a whole lot better.
Otaku: Last time you were the champ, right? He had to beat you?
Karl: Exactly. He couldn’t beat me when he had to beat me. I don’t think it’s going to be easy to take him down, but to say that just because he’s good, we’re going to lose doesn’t make any sense. It adds more pressure and you beat yourself before he gets the chance to.
Otaku: Yeah, I suppose… guess I never thought of it that way. Shane-san’s an idiot!
Karl: Either that or he’s a mind so brilliant mere mortals such as we cannot hope to fathom the depths of his
Otaku: Stupidity?
Karl: You said it, not me.
Otaku: OK, so I know that Shane-san is good in the ring but a moron outside of it who’s not worth even giving a copy of Evangelion to, but what about Stalker-san? He seems kind of scary outside the ring as well as in it.
Karl: Stalker… never faced him, though I do owe him for attacking me a while back. Part of the problem with my face anyone the office gives me policy, I don’t pick and choose my matches.
Otaku: Neither does Stalker! I mean, if he could he’d probably have picked matches to get him all the gold! Kind of like Merrill.
Karl: Which one’s that?
Otaku: Out of Rune Soldier? Remember?
Karl: I wasn’t paying much attention.
Otaku: Maaaan!
Karl: Your point’s taken, though. Stalker’s obsessed with gold – he wants all the gold. He wants to be the big name, the top dog. It’d be new if it wasn’t what 99% of professional wrestlers seemed to aspire to, and like over 99% of those, I just don’t see Stalker making it. He’s powerful, great at what he does, but he’s not unbeatable.
Otaku: Really? He sounds it listening to him.
Karl: Well, beside his assumptions about you
Otaku: Oh yeah… that again…
Karl: He’s missed several very obvious points. Firstly, while he and Shane did win the Kings of the Cage tournament, they beat three other teams en route to winning that moniker, not four. While they did win all their matches, beating Aaron Jones doesn’t involve breaking a sweat, so trying to denigrate what you and I did on that basis, against two teams that had teamed together regularly before… I find it difficult to see what his point is. They beat one regular team, and two put-together teams, and one of those had the senior referee’s son in it instead of two wrestlers. Not to totally belittle what Stalker said, but if he thinks that kind of situation qualifies himself and Shane as unbeatable, then I wonder what’s been slipped into his water.
Otaku: Lol!
Karl: Did you just say what I think you did?
Otaku: Yup!
Karl: Fine.
Otaku: Oh! And don’t forget, Stalker-san’s been on a path of destruction! He said so himself, path of destruction in Empire Pro Wrestling!
Karl: If I had five pence for every time someone’s said that here… some path of destruction. A path of whiny tantrums, maybe. I don’t hear people clamouring to get away from Stalker. I don’t hear people refusing to get in the ring with him. I don’t hear people leaving the company so they never have to face Stalker in the ring.
I do hear Stalker going on and on about a path of destruction, but honestly? Unless he puts someone on the shelf so they can’t wrestle again, by what he does in the ring and only in the ring, then I’m not concerned.
Otaku: Didn’t he cause Rocko-san to leave?
Karl: Oh, yeah. Rocko never really impressed me, I must have forgotten about him.
Otaku: You know that’s going to cause some offence somewhere.
Karl: Yep. Either Caitlyn or Stalker’s going to say something about the great Rocko Daymon, or how he’ll be remembered by the fans longer than I will. They forget I simply don’t care. I’m more interested in the present than the past, what is rather than what was, and what is at the final bell at Wrestleverse, not what happened at an old event between two people I wasn’t paying much attention to at the time.
Otaku: You’re cold, you know that?
Karl: I’ve been called far worse.
Otaku: OK, so about Stalker-san… what’re we going to do? He sounds peeved.
Karl: How good are you at absorbing punishment before hitting a Limit Break?
Otaku: Oh I can stay alive – hey! Did you just make a video game reference?
Karl: I did. Trying out something new.
Otaku: I like it! Maybe we can talk about the team name?
Karl: Go with what you said last time. Might as well go with something.
Otaku: YATTA!!
Karl: But back to Stalker. I don’t care what he says, whether he thinks that you and I are worth his time or not, or what plans he has for Anarky, Copycat, or Uncle Tom Cobley. The only thing that matters is what he does where we’re concerned.
Otaku: Oh, so you reckon he might try something before the match? Sneaky…
Karl: He might do. He might not. I’m ready if he does try something, but if he doesn’t then it won’t affect anything.
Otaku: Do you really think we can win?
Karl: At this stage in my career? I can pin Stalker. I can make him tap out. At this stage in your career, you can pin him or make him quit. At this stage in Stalker’s career, he can win, he can lose, he can twirl around in a dress or shock everyone by revealing he’s…
Otaku: Actually a Martian?
Karl: I guess, in a weird way. The fact is in this match, what Stalker says means nothing. What Shane says means nothing. What I say, what you say, means nothing. When the bell rings it’s not a talking contest. It’s not a debate. We’re not marked on our words. It’s our actions in the ring that moment that matters.
Otaku: That’s not true! Your words do matter!
Karl: How?
Otaku: You’ve given me confidence, Dragon-sama! You’ve made me realise that Shane-san is an idiot. He’s great in the ring and I need to focus on that, but I can ignore what he says and I’ll be better for it. I won’t be confused into thinking he’s a total moron even if he is! And you’ve shown me that Stalker-san hasn’t been on a path of destruction. You’ve shown me that Stalker-san isn’t as great as he thinks he is because no matter what, even when he’s thrown people from the tops of steel cages, they’ve gotten up and carried on. They’ve not been scarred for life except Caitlyn, but Stalker can’t do anything more than hurt my body. He can’t hurt my spirit, he can’t hurt my soul, and I can appear at the next Aggression with the World Tag Team Championship just by doing what I do! Beating people with the Power of Youth WOW!!
[Otaku, full of energy, slips from the tree – but his tail wraps around the branch and he hangs there. Brown simply smirks, shaking his head]
Otaku: Erm… I meant to do that!
Karl: Well, it sounds like you’re pumped and ready for Wrestleverse. I guess words do mean something before the match.
But Stalker? Shane? You two might hope for an easy match. You might be able to convince yourselves this is going to be a walk in the park and that Otaku and I have no chance. You can say we only beat two teams to your however many you want to claim, that you’re wrestling Gods, that we’ll be cowering in fear, but the reality… the reality at least one of you is trying to guard against… is that Otaku and I aren’t there to make up the numbers. We a team going after the World Tag Team Championships. I have Otaku’s back, Otaku has my back, and together… we’re going to take the belts. No threats to each other, no ego trying to say one of us is better than the other. Just two men, one currently with a tail, who only have to pin one of you to the mat for the three count to walk away with the belts. Otaku’s hungry for his first taste of gold in Empire Pro, and I want to make sure it’s a proud night for a man I consider my friend.
What does that mean, Stalker?
Ask Shane if he remembers our previous matches and what happened. In case he can’t remember – it means that a focused Dragon, is a dangerous one.
Otaku: Animezing Dragons! GO!
[Otaku slips, his tail unwrapping from the branch, and he falls to the floor]
Otaku: Ooomph!! I’m OK!
Karl: We’ll keep the name, but new rule – no stupid stunts just before a big match!
Otaku: Awww… I just wanted to give them a chance.
Karl: Right.
[Otaku starts to protest his innocence, as we FADE TO BLACK…]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Otaku and the Animezing Dragons…
Otaku: Hey folks! Your friendly neighbourhood Otaku here! Next time on Animezing Dragons, the Adventures of the Geek and the Brit, we have to deliver a package for a very important client! We blast off in our spaceship, but what looks like a simple mission turns out a whole lot harder when we’re stalked by Space Pirate Shane and his pet parrot, Squawk-a-lot! Under heavy laser fire, will we be able to deliver the package? Stay tuned for the next episode, number 25 – HALT! Who Goes There?
See you soon!
[FADE OUT]
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
"You guys are a freaking joke."
(Scene fades in to Jason Reeves, head tilted over in his hands, staring at a paused television screen. It's the promo of Otaku and Karl 'The Dragon' Brown. Jason's face is frowning as he stares at the screen. Letting out a gasp of air he leans back and grabs a bottle of whiskey on the table in front of him. He pours himself a glass and looks into the camera.)
Stalker: After the first two minutes of watching you morons talk to each other, I wasn't sure if I was watching a wrestling promo or the beginning of a low budget gay porn. Please forgive me for going that route but, honestly, what do you two expect? I mean really? Bickering over Stevie boy and how nasty his mouth is almost made me fall out of my seat laughing. On a serious note though, i'm glad you guys are getting straight to the point. We all know that no matter how much the four of us talk, in the end none of it will matter when we step into the ring with one another.
The real question will be not if you can take care of Steven Shane in the ring, but whether either of you will be able to handle ME in the ring. It's obvious already that you failed to realize that we did in fact beat four teams in our progression through Kings of the Cage.
(Jason reaches for the television remote, he plays Karl's sentence claiming that his team only survived three teams to get to where they deserved to be. After pausing it again, he holds up a large piece of paper. It looks to be the Kings of the Cage tournament brackets. The camera zooms in on the second round.)
Stalker: You see the match that took place in that second round? Look at it real closely please. Now that you see it on paper, let me spell it out for you. A triple threat matches consists of three opponents. In this particular match, three tag teams. So yes we beat BOTH of those tag teams to advance to the next round, in fact, Steven Shane made the pin fall on the red hot Impulse. Something you wouldn't even be able to do Karl. So yes, four teams and regarding Aaron Jones not counting, well if you can count a Viking Porn star, I will gladly count Aaron.
(Fast forwarding now, Jason moves the promo of Karl and Otaku to another key moment. The recording on the television plays the remarks Karl made about Jason Reeves' path of destruction and the careers he has destroyed. Pausing it again, Jason takes a long drink from his glass and smiles towards the camera.)
Stalker: Kin Hiroshi, Fusenshoff, The First and TRIPLE X Sean Stevens.
Those names may mean nothing to you, but they mean a lot to me. They are my conquests, my accomplishments. Kin Hiroshi never gave me a rematch, even though I hounded him for it. Fusenshoff was NEVER the same after I got my way into his head. The First couldn't hold up his end of the bargain and left like a dog with it's tail between his legs. As for Triple X? I made him lose the EPW world title and that fool never even avenged my betrayal. I think he was too torn up on the inside to truly face what I had done to him.
Then that brings us to Rocko Daymon. No, I will not praise him to you, but I will say this. He was a world champion and he lost that title because of me. You were never a world champion and you will never even come close to sniffing that title as long as I am here.
So today marks a new day for both you and I, Karl. You have now officially made my list and I am not even done watching the rest of your crappy monologue. You bore me, your partner bores me and the only satisfaction that I get from watching you run your mouth, is that you have no idea how deep of a hole you are digging for yourself.
I'm not going to ask Shane about his previous matches with you, I'm not going to study you and I could really care less about who has what's back. You are teaming with a man in a costume and i'm teaming with a man who can't remember the difference between Jamal and James.
The real difference is between Karl 'The Dragon' Brown and myself. I will destroy you in that ring, make you bleed and maybe even sneak in a chair shot or two. Because regardless of what you think you know, you really have no idea. No one truly knows what it's like to be in my world.... until it's too late.
Fear me.
(Jason's face turns into a wide grin and the camera cuts to static.)
"You guys are a freaking joke."
(Scene fades in to Jason Reeves, head tilted over in his hands, staring at a paused television screen. It's the promo of Otaku and Karl 'The Dragon' Brown. Jason's face is frowning as he stares at the screen. Letting out a gasp of air he leans back and grabs a bottle of whiskey on the table in front of him. He pours himself a glass and looks into the camera.)
Stalker: After the first two minutes of watching you morons talk to each other, I wasn't sure if I was watching a wrestling promo or the beginning of a low budget gay porn. Please forgive me for going that route but, honestly, what do you two expect? I mean really? Bickering over Stevie boy and how nasty his mouth is almost made me fall out of my seat laughing. On a serious note though, i'm glad you guys are getting straight to the point. We all know that no matter how much the four of us talk, in the end none of it will matter when we step into the ring with one another.
The real question will be not if you can take care of Steven Shane in the ring, but whether either of you will be able to handle ME in the ring. It's obvious already that you failed to realize that we did in fact beat four teams in our progression through Kings of the Cage.
(Jason reaches for the television remote, he plays Karl's sentence claiming that his team only survived three teams to get to where they deserved to be. After pausing it again, he holds up a large piece of paper. It looks to be the Kings of the Cage tournament brackets. The camera zooms in on the second round.)
Stalker: You see the match that took place in that second round? Look at it real closely please. Now that you see it on paper, let me spell it out for you. A triple threat matches consists of three opponents. In this particular match, three tag teams. So yes we beat BOTH of those tag teams to advance to the next round, in fact, Steven Shane made the pin fall on the red hot Impulse. Something you wouldn't even be able to do Karl. So yes, four teams and regarding Aaron Jones not counting, well if you can count a Viking Porn star, I will gladly count Aaron.
(Fast forwarding now, Jason moves the promo of Karl and Otaku to another key moment. The recording on the television plays the remarks Karl made about Jason Reeves' path of destruction and the careers he has destroyed. Pausing it again, Jason takes a long drink from his glass and smiles towards the camera.)
Stalker: Kin Hiroshi, Fusenshoff, The First and TRIPLE X Sean Stevens.
Those names may mean nothing to you, but they mean a lot to me. They are my conquests, my accomplishments. Kin Hiroshi never gave me a rematch, even though I hounded him for it. Fusenshoff was NEVER the same after I got my way into his head. The First couldn't hold up his end of the bargain and left like a dog with it's tail between his legs. As for Triple X? I made him lose the EPW world title and that fool never even avenged my betrayal. I think he was too torn up on the inside to truly face what I had done to him.
Then that brings us to Rocko Daymon. No, I will not praise him to you, but I will say this. He was a world champion and he lost that title because of me. You were never a world champion and you will never even come close to sniffing that title as long as I am here.
So today marks a new day for both you and I, Karl. You have now officially made my list and I am not even done watching the rest of your crappy monologue. You bore me, your partner bores me and the only satisfaction that I get from watching you run your mouth, is that you have no idea how deep of a hole you are digging for yourself.
I'm not going to ask Shane about his previous matches with you, I'm not going to study you and I could really care less about who has what's back. You are teaming with a man in a costume and i'm teaming with a man who can't remember the difference between Jamal and James.
The real difference is between Karl 'The Dragon' Brown and myself. I will destroy you in that ring, make you bleed and maybe even sneak in a chair shot or two. Because regardless of what you think you know, you really have no idea. No one truly knows what it's like to be in my world.... until it's too late.
Fear me.
(Jason's face turns into a wide grin and the camera cuts to static.)
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
[FADE IN to a frozen wasteland, the wind howling, tearing at the thick ice sheets. The scene is something not of this world, the deep vermillion sky home to three moons: if you look closely, one spews fire and another shoots a near frozen liquid miles into space. The third moon appears less active, but is pitted and battered by countless ages of attack from asteroids, meteors and comets.
The frozen wind-torn environment we find ourselves in is no more inviting. There are the odd spikes of what appear like ruins, crooked and twisted beneath shimmering ice, but whether these are structures of some ancient civilisation or a natural structure it’s impossible to know. In the middle of this frozen waste stand two men. One is shivering, wrapped up warm, and the other… since when has “The Dragon” appeared in something like this in keeping with what the scene sets? His hair is windswept and he’s being blown by ice, but he takes it in stride, while his partner for Wrestleverse is wrapped up so warm we can barely make out his blonde hair]
Karl: You know, whenever I listen to guys like Stalker I can’t help but think, “Aww, diddums.” Because somewhere along the way, for whatever reason he wants to give, he’s morphed from a grown man into a crying bully. A dangerous crying bully, yes – the an insecure kid who can break your arm is still someone who can break your arm, no matter what insecurities they have. But nothing more than a bully, whichever way you look at it.
You mention a triple threat – to be honest I wasn’t paying attention. I suppose I did make a mistake, if you look closely, on paper. If you look at it another way, though, that triple threat combined with your first round match really only counts as against two teams. If you want to go down the technicality route that you went down before, since Team V.I.A.G.R.A. had never competed in Empire Pro that I can recall before, and the Colossal Connection haven’t been on a hot streak of late. Going down your line of reasoning, that those two regular teams don’t really count, then the facts that Aaron Jones isn’t a wrestler and Erik Black bailed on his partner means that I was right and you beat three teams.
Come on, Stalker. Either Otaku and I beat two teams in one night to earn this shot, against teams that wanted it, or you only beat three teams. You can try and have it both ways if you want, I’m sure some people will accommodate you and that kind of thing, but facts speak for themselves, as they say.
But I’ll admit, on paper, yes, you beat four teams. My mistake. I’ll be a man and admit it. The same way I’ll admit to having never been in the ring with Impulse. A bit of a shock, I know – I surely can never beat someone like Impulse, as hot as he was that night, so I must be useless!
I’m sure I’ve heard that before, Stalker. It could be before I beat Shane the first time. It could be before I beat him on Pay Per View last, when he said I’d never beat him. It could be in airports across the country when I was told I’d never win the Intercontinental Championship, or beat Cameron Cruise, or Troy Douglas, or last five minutes against Lindsay Troy, or destroy Kin Hiroshi on live TV.
I could go on. But I’m hoping you get the point. I’ve never faced Impulse so I can’t guarantee that one on one I’d beat him, but since I’ve made a habit in the past of overturning rather naïve views, I’d like to hold judgement on that one until we’ve actually wrestled. Or said hello to each other, for that matter.
But you like to assume, don’t you? You’ve been doing it for years, that I’ve seen. You assume people actually see you as a serious threat. The whole “Fear me” bit, “Stalker’s World” – I’ve seen it too often, Stalker. It stopped being impressive when X was doing it – wanting to fight people instead of wrestling. I remember him saying nobody had the guts to face him in his environment, and I did. I remember Issac Byrnes, also known as John Doe, when he did that crazed violent phrase, and I beat him. Layne Winters does the angry violent bit far better than you, and… well, it didn’t matter to me what he thought of himself, because I saw in him the same as I see in you.
A scared little boy begging for attention and not caring how you get it. Lashing out at a world and thinking that people not giving toss about you means they’re scared of you.
You say Kin never gave you a rematch… and? Was he scared or did he have nothing to prove? Fuse was never the same after you? I remember someone said that about Marcus once when I was representing Empire Pro Wrestling, and they seemed to miss the point that Marcus kept turning up and wrestling with the same focus and dedication afterwards. The same as Fusenshoff, actually. He had the same fire in his eyes when I last saw him at Aggression 53 that he did when he first came in to Empire Pro. And Stevens, knowing him he was more interested in something bigger than a minnow.
The First…I’d actually give that to Anarky. First was a man so wrapped up in the chasing and winning the title that without it he lost his purpose, and a man without purpose is nothing.
Just look at yourself. You’ve changed your purpose a lot since you first came here, but you’ve always had a purpose. When you finally got your revenge on Rocko, you switched your purpose to being… something. I still can’t work it out since all you really do is flit around the outside instead of just going straight for it. Is it all the gold? Is it glory? Is it a hug from Beau Michaels?
Whatever your purpose is, it’s good you’ve got one.
But if you want to mention people who’ve faced your violence, what about High Flyer? Was he so damaged by what you did to him, throwing him from the top of a steel cage, that he retired? No. Last I saw him he was trying to win a shot at your tag team titles, trying to get his hands desperately on you again. He didn’t seem scared of you.
So why should I be, when you’ve already lost?
[Pause]
Karl: Yes, Stalker. You’ve already lost. As violent as you claim to be, as much damage as you say you’re going to dish out to me, you’ve made a huge mistake. Like this world we’re in right now, your world, your dominance, is a sham.
[Brown snaps his fingers, and we’re in front of an Empire Pro Wrestling backdrop]
Karl: You think this is a match between you and me, that you’ll destroy me, sneak in a chair shot or two, and be done with it. The problem with that is…
[Otaku stands straight, throwing off his winter clothing and standing tall. He’s wearing a gi with a black belt around his waist, and he immediately snaps into a fighting stance]
Otaku: Looks are deceiving! And I am deceiving! And I will defeat you with the power of youth!! HI-YA!
Karl: The thing with tag team matches, Stalker, is they don’t often come down to one person from each team. Unless Shane and Otaku do an Erik Black, we have to contend with Shane, and you have to contend with Otaku.
Otaku: And you’ll never do it, Stalker-chan! Because, seriously, who calls themselves “Stalker”? That’s not even a cute name! Doesn’t describe you at all! Should I call you Jason-chan? Reeves-chan? Or Stalker-chan?
Karl: Hold on, you’re digging a hole.
Otaku: And I’ll dig it all the way to Nippon! Because Stalker-chan’s not going to be able to do anything about it! You said so yourself, he’s only actually gotten rid of one person, and Rocko didn’t run away. He was beaten and he’s stuck to the stipulation! First left because he lost the title to Anarky even though Stalker-chan nailed Anarky with a chair. High Flyer-san wants revenge on Stalker-chan and wanted this match so much you could feel it in the air! There’s nothing to fear from Stalker-chan except a few broken bones and broken bones heal with a few curaga spells from a high level white mage!
Stalker-chan’s not going to break my spirit! Bones maybe but I’m ready, I want those titles, I want them!
Karl: Calm down. It’s only Stalker.
Otaku: [taking a few calming breaths] Yeah… you’re right. I’m used to people disrespecting me. People have done it for years. Because I have something I love. I love anime and manga and I love wrestling. But you know, their words don’t hurt. Because I know me, I know what I’m capable of, and I know that Stalker is just a man. A man, not a beast, not a monster – though that would be kind of cool if he transformed into one in the middle of the ring, right? Right! Wonder if I can measure him up for a costume, I have the most adorable little monster outfit he might just fit into…
Karl: Focus!
Otaku: Hm? Oh! Yeah, Stalker-chan! Soon to be former tag champion, Stalker-chan!
If you think it’s gonna be you and Dragon-sama, you’re hugely wrong. Because you may have forgotten but I pinned Ivan-san! I took High Flyer-san out in the final so Dragon-sama could win the match! I’m part of this team, Animezing Dragon, we’re not individuals. We’re a team going after your titles. You forget about me and you’re done, kaput, season cancelled!
Grr, I’m all fired up! I gotta go train with Bushy-brow Sensei!
[and with that, Otaku sprints away from the camera, leaving “The Dragon” alone, though we can hear some sounds of Otaku kicking a wooden practise dummy]
Karl: He’s definitely energetic.
You think I’m digging a hole, and that you’re going to bury me. I get it, Stalker. You want to hurt me. You’ll destroy me!
I’ve heard it. I’ve heard it from bigger, stronger, meaner men than you. I’ve seen bigger, meaner, tougher men than you brought to their knees when they realise that all their talk as gained them absolutely nothing, and I’ve seen better men than you say nothing, turn up, and get the job done.
Talk is cheap until you prove it against me, Stalker. You want to use a chair, go ahead.
In fact… I want you to prove that you’re the kind of person you claim. All I’ve heard from you is how you’re going to destroy me. How you’ve got big things planned for Wrestleverse, outside of this match. I’ve heard your talk and talk, and go on and on about how great you are, how tough, how nobody can stand up to you in Stalker’s World.
Well… how about we set a date? After all, I actually owe you for a previous attack. Not at Wrestleverse – that’s a tag team match – but how about at the next Aggression, you and I meet one on one? Leave Shane and Otaku aside at Aggression, and face each other in a chain match?
If you’re as good and as brave and as destructive as you say, all you need to do is repeat these words: “I accept your challenge. Chain match. Aggression. You’re on.”
Whether you accept the challenge or not, we’re still due to meet at Wrestleverse. I know that Otaku has my back, and the two of us are more than enough for either one of the champs. The way things look, even though it’ll be a damn hard fight at times, we’re more than enough to take the belts. Not because we’re badder, or we’re going to cause untold destruction or bring forth the end of pretzels as we know them, but because we’re two young, talented wrestlers going for the same goal.
And as for not knowing what it’s like in your world?
I don’t care what it’s like in your world. Because believe me… there’s nothing about you that would scare a timid kitten.
And there’s even less about you that’s going to scare me.
[FADE…]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Animezing Dragon…
Otaku: Hey guys! Otaku and Dragon-sama here! We’ve crossed the frozen wastelands after crashing on Stapellor, the Ice World! We’re hounded by Space Pirate Shane and Squawk-a-lot, a storm’s blowing at our backs, but we’re getting closer to our destination! Will we make it in time before the cold air freezes us?
Next time on Animezing Dragon – Episode 26, the final episode of the season. Dragon Fire of Youth! GO!
Karl: Animezing Dragon… it’s growing on me.
Otaku: I told ya it would! Yatta!
[FADE OUT]
[FADE IN to a frozen wasteland, the wind howling, tearing at the thick ice sheets. The scene is something not of this world, the deep vermillion sky home to three moons: if you look closely, one spews fire and another shoots a near frozen liquid miles into space. The third moon appears less active, but is pitted and battered by countless ages of attack from asteroids, meteors and comets.
The frozen wind-torn environment we find ourselves in is no more inviting. There are the odd spikes of what appear like ruins, crooked and twisted beneath shimmering ice, but whether these are structures of some ancient civilisation or a natural structure it’s impossible to know. In the middle of this frozen waste stand two men. One is shivering, wrapped up warm, and the other… since when has “The Dragon” appeared in something like this in keeping with what the scene sets? His hair is windswept and he’s being blown by ice, but he takes it in stride, while his partner for Wrestleverse is wrapped up so warm we can barely make out his blonde hair]
Karl: You know, whenever I listen to guys like Stalker I can’t help but think, “Aww, diddums.” Because somewhere along the way, for whatever reason he wants to give, he’s morphed from a grown man into a crying bully. A dangerous crying bully, yes – the an insecure kid who can break your arm is still someone who can break your arm, no matter what insecurities they have. But nothing more than a bully, whichever way you look at it.
You mention a triple threat – to be honest I wasn’t paying attention. I suppose I did make a mistake, if you look closely, on paper. If you look at it another way, though, that triple threat combined with your first round match really only counts as against two teams. If you want to go down the technicality route that you went down before, since Team V.I.A.G.R.A. had never competed in Empire Pro that I can recall before, and the Colossal Connection haven’t been on a hot streak of late. Going down your line of reasoning, that those two regular teams don’t really count, then the facts that Aaron Jones isn’t a wrestler and Erik Black bailed on his partner means that I was right and you beat three teams.
Come on, Stalker. Either Otaku and I beat two teams in one night to earn this shot, against teams that wanted it, or you only beat three teams. You can try and have it both ways if you want, I’m sure some people will accommodate you and that kind of thing, but facts speak for themselves, as they say.
But I’ll admit, on paper, yes, you beat four teams. My mistake. I’ll be a man and admit it. The same way I’ll admit to having never been in the ring with Impulse. A bit of a shock, I know – I surely can never beat someone like Impulse, as hot as he was that night, so I must be useless!
I’m sure I’ve heard that before, Stalker. It could be before I beat Shane the first time. It could be before I beat him on Pay Per View last, when he said I’d never beat him. It could be in airports across the country when I was told I’d never win the Intercontinental Championship, or beat Cameron Cruise, or Troy Douglas, or last five minutes against Lindsay Troy, or destroy Kin Hiroshi on live TV.
I could go on. But I’m hoping you get the point. I’ve never faced Impulse so I can’t guarantee that one on one I’d beat him, but since I’ve made a habit in the past of overturning rather naïve views, I’d like to hold judgement on that one until we’ve actually wrestled. Or said hello to each other, for that matter.
But you like to assume, don’t you? You’ve been doing it for years, that I’ve seen. You assume people actually see you as a serious threat. The whole “Fear me” bit, “Stalker’s World” – I’ve seen it too often, Stalker. It stopped being impressive when X was doing it – wanting to fight people instead of wrestling. I remember him saying nobody had the guts to face him in his environment, and I did. I remember Issac Byrnes, also known as John Doe, when he did that crazed violent phrase, and I beat him. Layne Winters does the angry violent bit far better than you, and… well, it didn’t matter to me what he thought of himself, because I saw in him the same as I see in you.
A scared little boy begging for attention and not caring how you get it. Lashing out at a world and thinking that people not giving toss about you means they’re scared of you.
You say Kin never gave you a rematch… and? Was he scared or did he have nothing to prove? Fuse was never the same after you? I remember someone said that about Marcus once when I was representing Empire Pro Wrestling, and they seemed to miss the point that Marcus kept turning up and wrestling with the same focus and dedication afterwards. The same as Fusenshoff, actually. He had the same fire in his eyes when I last saw him at Aggression 53 that he did when he first came in to Empire Pro. And Stevens, knowing him he was more interested in something bigger than a minnow.
The First…I’d actually give that to Anarky. First was a man so wrapped up in the chasing and winning the title that without it he lost his purpose, and a man without purpose is nothing.
Just look at yourself. You’ve changed your purpose a lot since you first came here, but you’ve always had a purpose. When you finally got your revenge on Rocko, you switched your purpose to being… something. I still can’t work it out since all you really do is flit around the outside instead of just going straight for it. Is it all the gold? Is it glory? Is it a hug from Beau Michaels?
Whatever your purpose is, it’s good you’ve got one.
But if you want to mention people who’ve faced your violence, what about High Flyer? Was he so damaged by what you did to him, throwing him from the top of a steel cage, that he retired? No. Last I saw him he was trying to win a shot at your tag team titles, trying to get his hands desperately on you again. He didn’t seem scared of you.
So why should I be, when you’ve already lost?
[Pause]
Karl: Yes, Stalker. You’ve already lost. As violent as you claim to be, as much damage as you say you’re going to dish out to me, you’ve made a huge mistake. Like this world we’re in right now, your world, your dominance, is a sham.
[Brown snaps his fingers, and we’re in front of an Empire Pro Wrestling backdrop]
Karl: You think this is a match between you and me, that you’ll destroy me, sneak in a chair shot or two, and be done with it. The problem with that is…
[Otaku stands straight, throwing off his winter clothing and standing tall. He’s wearing a gi with a black belt around his waist, and he immediately snaps into a fighting stance]
Otaku: Looks are deceiving! And I am deceiving! And I will defeat you with the power of youth!! HI-YA!
Karl: The thing with tag team matches, Stalker, is they don’t often come down to one person from each team. Unless Shane and Otaku do an Erik Black, we have to contend with Shane, and you have to contend with Otaku.
Otaku: And you’ll never do it, Stalker-chan! Because, seriously, who calls themselves “Stalker”? That’s not even a cute name! Doesn’t describe you at all! Should I call you Jason-chan? Reeves-chan? Or Stalker-chan?
Karl: Hold on, you’re digging a hole.
Otaku: And I’ll dig it all the way to Nippon! Because Stalker-chan’s not going to be able to do anything about it! You said so yourself, he’s only actually gotten rid of one person, and Rocko didn’t run away. He was beaten and he’s stuck to the stipulation! First left because he lost the title to Anarky even though Stalker-chan nailed Anarky with a chair. High Flyer-san wants revenge on Stalker-chan and wanted this match so much you could feel it in the air! There’s nothing to fear from Stalker-chan except a few broken bones and broken bones heal with a few curaga spells from a high level white mage!
Stalker-chan’s not going to break my spirit! Bones maybe but I’m ready, I want those titles, I want them!
Karl: Calm down. It’s only Stalker.
Otaku: [taking a few calming breaths] Yeah… you’re right. I’m used to people disrespecting me. People have done it for years. Because I have something I love. I love anime and manga and I love wrestling. But you know, their words don’t hurt. Because I know me, I know what I’m capable of, and I know that Stalker is just a man. A man, not a beast, not a monster – though that would be kind of cool if he transformed into one in the middle of the ring, right? Right! Wonder if I can measure him up for a costume, I have the most adorable little monster outfit he might just fit into…
Karl: Focus!
Otaku: Hm? Oh! Yeah, Stalker-chan! Soon to be former tag champion, Stalker-chan!
If you think it’s gonna be you and Dragon-sama, you’re hugely wrong. Because you may have forgotten but I pinned Ivan-san! I took High Flyer-san out in the final so Dragon-sama could win the match! I’m part of this team, Animezing Dragon, we’re not individuals. We’re a team going after your titles. You forget about me and you’re done, kaput, season cancelled!
Grr, I’m all fired up! I gotta go train with Bushy-brow Sensei!
[and with that, Otaku sprints away from the camera, leaving “The Dragon” alone, though we can hear some sounds of Otaku kicking a wooden practise dummy]
Karl: He’s definitely energetic.
You think I’m digging a hole, and that you’re going to bury me. I get it, Stalker. You want to hurt me. You’ll destroy me!
I’ve heard it. I’ve heard it from bigger, stronger, meaner men than you. I’ve seen bigger, meaner, tougher men than you brought to their knees when they realise that all their talk as gained them absolutely nothing, and I’ve seen better men than you say nothing, turn up, and get the job done.
Talk is cheap until you prove it against me, Stalker. You want to use a chair, go ahead.
In fact… I want you to prove that you’re the kind of person you claim. All I’ve heard from you is how you’re going to destroy me. How you’ve got big things planned for Wrestleverse, outside of this match. I’ve heard your talk and talk, and go on and on about how great you are, how tough, how nobody can stand up to you in Stalker’s World.
Well… how about we set a date? After all, I actually owe you for a previous attack. Not at Wrestleverse – that’s a tag team match – but how about at the next Aggression, you and I meet one on one? Leave Shane and Otaku aside at Aggression, and face each other in a chain match?
If you’re as good and as brave and as destructive as you say, all you need to do is repeat these words: “I accept your challenge. Chain match. Aggression. You’re on.”
Whether you accept the challenge or not, we’re still due to meet at Wrestleverse. I know that Otaku has my back, and the two of us are more than enough for either one of the champs. The way things look, even though it’ll be a damn hard fight at times, we’re more than enough to take the belts. Not because we’re badder, or we’re going to cause untold destruction or bring forth the end of pretzels as we know them, but because we’re two young, talented wrestlers going for the same goal.
And as for not knowing what it’s like in your world?
I don’t care what it’s like in your world. Because believe me… there’s nothing about you that would scare a timid kitten.
And there’s even less about you that’s going to scare me.
[FADE…]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Animezing Dragon…
Otaku: Hey guys! Otaku and Dragon-sama here! We’ve crossed the frozen wastelands after crashing on Stapellor, the Ice World! We’re hounded by Space Pirate Shane and Squawk-a-lot, a storm’s blowing at our backs, but we’re getting closer to our destination! Will we make it in time before the cold air freezes us?
Next time on Animezing Dragon – Episode 26, the final episode of the season. Dragon Fire of Youth! GO!
Karl: Animezing Dragon… it’s growing on me.
Otaku: I told ya it would! Yatta!
[FADE OUT]
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
We open to James Murphy yet again roaming the halls of the arena. He turns the corner to run right into a man dressed in a prototypical purple wizards’ outfit, complete with moons and stars. The notable absence of a long white beard allows us to realize that the man is clearly Steven Shane. Shocked, James still manages to speak…
James: Steven Shane… Uhh…
Shane: Yes, my son?
James: Umm… is that a wizards’ outfit?
Shane: Indeed. It is but a sign of the times.
James: What do you mean?
Shane: The sheer wizardry of the Dragon’s Sauna.
James: You’re referring to Karl Brown?
Shane: Some wizardry of your own, I assume.
James: Why would that be considered wizardry?
Shane: You’re ability to read the minds of millions.
James: It’s really not mind reading. I know that you’re facing Karl Brown, whose partner refers to him as Dragon-sana.
Shane: Then the handicap be unto you.
James: And why is that?
Shane: Because wizardry be the latest of fads here in the Empire Pro.
James: So… You and Karl Brown are now wizards?
Shane: Indeed. He may have the head start on me, but I am a quick learner.
James: What makes you believe that Karl Brown has resorted to wizardry?
Shane: Dense woodlands to frozen wastelands in the summer to an EPW backdrop? Can YOU do that?
James: Not on my salary.
Shane: Me neither, and I’m a wizard.
James: Do you really believe that you’re a wizard?
Shane: Of course I am. I am still in the early stages of learning, but I’m getting the hang of it.
James: Really? Let me see what you’ve got.
Shane: Okay. Stand back.
James takes a step back. Shane does the same and then lifts his hands to chest height.
Shane: Ready?
James nods his head. Shane then takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and… nothing.
Shane: Did you see that?
James: See what?
Shane: My outstanding quickness.
James: You didn’t do anything.
Shane: Oh, Jamal… Watch again.
Shane goes through the exact same act. He breathes, closes his eyes, and… again nothing.
Shane: You see now?
James: No.
Shane: Then the trick has worked.
James: What was the trick?
Shane: You tell me…
James just stares at Shane. He clearly has no idea what this man is thinking.
James: Okay, Steve. You are clearly on your way to wizard mastery. What about your thoughts on what your opponents have had to say since we last heard from you?
Shane: Why don’t you ask Dragon Sauna?
James: Why would I ask him about what HE had to say?
Shane: Because he’s the one with the great memory and all.
James: You’re referring to Karl’s comments about his history with you.
Shane: Guy could probably tell you what he had for breakfast that morning.
James: It was obviously a crowning achievement for him.
Shane: And but a mere anthill in my memory.
James: So you’re downplaying the history between the two of you?
Shane: Playing? Hell, the VCR won’t even rewind that far!
James: So it would be safe to assume that you consider yourself a different wrestler since then?
Shane: Absolutely. I’m a wizard now.
James: Sometimes you sound zanier than Otaku.
Shane: Your concern means little to a wizard of my abilities.
James: Okay. That covers your opponents. What about the words your PARTNER had about you?
Shane: That guy? Partner or not, he’s a complete idiot.
James: Why do you say that?
Shane: He thinks your name is something other than Jamal.
James: Well, it’s James.
Shane: James thinks that too? Have you told him what your real name is?
James: No. My name is James. Stalker is correct.
Shane: So you’re an idiot too?
James: Because I’m claiming my name to be James?
Shane: No, because you said Stalker was correct. I’ve never heard anyone say that.
James: That’s true.
Shane: The guy is arguing addition with Dragon Sauna. Need I say more?
James: Wow. That’s a good point.
Shane: I have a lot of those.
James: So anything else?
Shane: Yes. Stay tuned for yet another poorly composed Batman-like preview of your next Japanimation episode.
We open to James Murphy yet again roaming the halls of the arena. He turns the corner to run right into a man dressed in a prototypical purple wizards’ outfit, complete with moons and stars. The notable absence of a long white beard allows us to realize that the man is clearly Steven Shane. Shocked, James still manages to speak…
James: Steven Shane… Uhh…
Shane: Yes, my son?
James: Umm… is that a wizards’ outfit?
Shane: Indeed. It is but a sign of the times.
James: What do you mean?
Shane: The sheer wizardry of the Dragon’s Sauna.
James: You’re referring to Karl Brown?
Shane: Some wizardry of your own, I assume.
James: Why would that be considered wizardry?
Shane: You’re ability to read the minds of millions.
James: It’s really not mind reading. I know that you’re facing Karl Brown, whose partner refers to him as Dragon-sana.
Shane: Then the handicap be unto you.
James: And why is that?
Shane: Because wizardry be the latest of fads here in the Empire Pro.
James: So… You and Karl Brown are now wizards?
Shane: Indeed. He may have the head start on me, but I am a quick learner.
James: What makes you believe that Karl Brown has resorted to wizardry?
Shane: Dense woodlands to frozen wastelands in the summer to an EPW backdrop? Can YOU do that?
James: Not on my salary.
Shane: Me neither, and I’m a wizard.
James: Do you really believe that you’re a wizard?
Shane: Of course I am. I am still in the early stages of learning, but I’m getting the hang of it.
James: Really? Let me see what you’ve got.
Shane: Okay. Stand back.
James takes a step back. Shane does the same and then lifts his hands to chest height.
Shane: Ready?
James nods his head. Shane then takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and… nothing.
Shane: Did you see that?
James: See what?
Shane: My outstanding quickness.
James: You didn’t do anything.
Shane: Oh, Jamal… Watch again.
Shane goes through the exact same act. He breathes, closes his eyes, and… again nothing.
Shane: You see now?
James: No.
Shane: Then the trick has worked.
James: What was the trick?
Shane: You tell me…
James just stares at Shane. He clearly has no idea what this man is thinking.
James: Okay, Steve. You are clearly on your way to wizard mastery. What about your thoughts on what your opponents have had to say since we last heard from you?
Shane: Why don’t you ask Dragon Sauna?
James: Why would I ask him about what HE had to say?
Shane: Because he’s the one with the great memory and all.
James: You’re referring to Karl’s comments about his history with you.
Shane: Guy could probably tell you what he had for breakfast that morning.
James: It was obviously a crowning achievement for him.
Shane: And but a mere anthill in my memory.
James: So you’re downplaying the history between the two of you?
Shane: Playing? Hell, the VCR won’t even rewind that far!
James: So it would be safe to assume that you consider yourself a different wrestler since then?
Shane: Absolutely. I’m a wizard now.
James: Sometimes you sound zanier than Otaku.
Shane: Your concern means little to a wizard of my abilities.
James: Okay. That covers your opponents. What about the words your PARTNER had about you?
Shane: That guy? Partner or not, he’s a complete idiot.
James: Why do you say that?
Shane: He thinks your name is something other than Jamal.
James: Well, it’s James.
Shane: James thinks that too? Have you told him what your real name is?
James: No. My name is James. Stalker is correct.
Shane: So you’re an idiot too?
James: Because I’m claiming my name to be James?
Shane: No, because you said Stalker was correct. I’ve never heard anyone say that.
James: That’s true.
Shane: The guy is arguing addition with Dragon Sauna. Need I say more?
James: Wow. That’s a good point.
Shane: I have a lot of those.
James: So anything else?
Shane: Yes. Stay tuned for yet another poorly composed Batman-like preview of your next Japanimation episode.
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
[FADE IN to a Wrestleverse backdrop, in front of which stand the number one contenders to the tag team championships. Otaku is dressed casually in jeans and a home-made “Village Hidden in the Sand” T-shirt, while “The Dragon” is dressed in smart grey trousers and a black shirt, the left shoulder of which has a green dragon stitched in]
Otaku: Well, here we are! Wrestleverse just around the corner! Wooh! Showtime! I mean, I know I shouldn’t be so excited and all, it’s a big match yeah but I’ve been wrestling for years, it’s just… wow! Wrestleverse! If this was the Tokyo Dome it’d be perfect! For me I mean, I should think lugging all the gear across the Japan just for one show would be expensive, but Dan could do it, right?
Karl: Otaku?
Otaku: Yeah, Dragon-sama?
Karl: You’re rambling.
Otaku: Nervous habit, sorry. I can’t help it, I already seen everything I brought with me, and with the fan convention in a few hours and the match
Karl: [interrupting] I wouldn’t take it too seriously right now. Wait until we’re closer to bell time. I don’t think Shane or Stalker’s taking things too seriously right now.
Otaku: Yeah, well, they’re different. Stalker-chan’s big mean, grr, and Shane-san’s… yeah, I guess he’s not taking anything seriously right now. What do you think, he’s holidaying in Egypt soon?
Karl: … that joke is awful.
Otaku: Thanks! I got it from some British stuff. Your TV’s pretty good over there, isn’t it?
Karl: I’m a radio man.
Otaku: Really? But yeah, Shane-san, he’s really not all there. Maybe you’re right and it’s a cunning plan to make me think he’s lost it, a total idiot, and forget he was slapping around Aaron a few weeks back like a sadistic version of Stalker-chan?
Well, not gonna work, Shane-san! I’m on to you – you’re a genius idiot! But not a wizard. Nope, definitely not a wizard.
Karl: I don’t know. He’s always done a good trick of coming off like a professional wrestler.
Otaku: Ouch! I didn’t think you’d say that, Dragon-sama!
Karl: Come on. I’ve wrestled Shane several times. Yes, he’s a different person now, and so am I, but with all the threats he used to make and all the praise he used to get, I always thought he’d be a great challenge. A great opponent. Someone who could push me beyond my limits.
Otaku: And I guess you need someone more observant than Shane-san for that?
Karl: More observant?
Otaku: Yeah! I mean, he goes on about you being a wizard and he doesn’t even notice the Shinigami I have at home!
Karl: Shinigami… a God of Death?
Otaku: Yeah! Ryuk! You didn’t get to touch the Death Note when you visited, but surely you and Shane-san saw the apple he was eating? No?
Maaaan! Ryuk always gets ignored!
Karl: Sometimes I don’t know who’s more out there, you or Shane. Luckily I know who the better wrestler is.
Otaku: That’s me, right?
Karl: Yes.
Otaku: YATTA!
[Otaku does a quick dance, before looking straight into the camera again]
Otaku: Anyways, dancing aside, Shane-san and Stalker-chan really don’t seem to be on the ball. They don’t like each other. They don’t seem to be as impressive as I’d been led to believe by their lies and other people’s lies. Not just because of what Dragon-sama’s said, but because there’s not a lot about either of you that’s really impressive. Stalker-chan’s too busy being big and scary to do much, and Shane-san’s just gone from being this big important person I heard about when I was first here, to someone who’s trying too hard to be funny and looks like the kind of guy you laugh at, not with. And I should know, people’ve been laughing at me for, like, forever! But it doesn’t bother me, they laugh at who I am and what I like, not what I try to be. Shane-san should try being what he is and not what he wants people to see him as. I dunno, maybe he’ll be a better person? Less of a jerk?
Karl: I doubt that part. Steven’s always been… should I be polite about this… overly arrogant. Some would call that being a jerk, so I doubt it’d make much difference. He is what he is, and if he’s desperate to appear otherwise, or he wants to appear a certain way for some deluded reason, then that’s up to him.
Otaku: But… I mean… what if Shane-san… let me start again. If Shane-san is actually a jerk, like you say, and he’s trying to look like an idiot… no, can’t get it… got it! If Shane-san was a jerk, and he’s trying to be something else, doesn’t that mean he’s really changed? I think he could have changed, right?
Karl: A tiger has to be completely skinned before you stop seeing the stripes.
Otaku: Eww!
Karl: What? It’s apt. It’s hard to know what’s going through Shane’s head these days. I know he was talented enough to get people talking about him, once upon a time. Whether that was his natural skills in the ring or talking about himself, it’s tough to say. I never found him as huge a challenge as people said I should. That’s all I’m saying.
Otaku: OK, and if you didn’t find him a challenge, no way I will! Not the challenge he tries to make out, anyway. Even if his power level was over one MILLLLION!!
Karl: I thought you didn’t like Dragonball Z?
Otaku: Wait, you got that?
Karl: Yes. One of my housemates at uni watched it.
Otaku: Kewl! Anyways, I don’t hate DBZ, I just don’t think it’s that good, but it’s kind of like a meme, so I thought I’d go deeper into it. Like a meme within a meme.
[Brown sighs]
Otaku: Talking of deeper and deeper, aren’t we digging holes within holes? According to Stalker-chan?
Karl: Why did you switch from –san to –chan for him?
Otaku: Partly to annoy him, and partly because he seems more like a –chan than a –san or a –kun. And I only leave the honorific off for people I really don’t like, like Cameron Cruise (no honorific). But Stalker-chan, he’s kind of cute when he’s yapping. Like a little puppy. I can almost picture him in some kind of Hello Kitty outfit.
Karl: He’d probably turn it into another Hello Kitty Murder.
Otaku: Oh, yeah… bad Kitty White!
But Stalker-chan… I dunno, he just seems less scary every time he speaks, doesn’t he? He sounded sooo desperate to make us fear him that he made me laugh out loud! “Grr! Nobody knows what it’s like in Stalker-chan’s world until it’s too late! Dragon-sama is never going to be a World Champion because I say so, and I am Stalker-chan! Fear my pink flowers of death!”
Karl: I guess I’ll have to keep your head from being caved in.
Otaku: Huh?
Karl: As much of a bully as Stalker is, he’s still tough. I’ve already said that. Someone who can break your arm can still break your arm. It doesn’t matter that psychopaths tend to be starving for attention and seeking it any way they can, they can still hurt you, and Stalker’s not someone to take too lightly.
Otaku: But you said
Karl: I know. That he’s actually a coward, and that he’s not actually scared anyone off yet. I’ve even challenged him to something that should be right up his street. But I do know he’s strong, he’s tough, he hits hard, and the thing with people who are starved for attention and have his kind of delusion, the delusion that they’re greater than everybody else, is that as their delusions get stripped away, layer by layer, they become more and more frightened. Backed into a corner. And when you’re backed into too tight a corner, there’s only one way to go to escape. Through whatever’s in front of you.
Otaku: Oh… that’s why sometimes the cowardly character can beat the big villain, right?
Karl: Yes. There are ways to beat them, though. After all, Shane was the same, once. He believed his own words, the hype he created, and got left in a broken state in the middle of the ring after he failed, repeatedly, to beat me. All you have to do is be fully prepared and overall better than the other person could be, taking into account flight or fight responses, and you win. And at the same time show someone that they’ve still got a long way to go before they reach the level they’d built themselves to.
Otaku: Hey, aren’t we kind of building ourselves up?
Karl: No. I know full well that we’re walking out of the arena after Wrestleverse with the World Tag Team Championships. I know – and don’t ask me how – that we’re winning this match.
Otaku: … damn, not allowed to ask you how! Can I guess?
Karl: Go ahead.
Otaku: Because we’re actually a team. Sure, we’re totally different. But we’re a team. I’ve got your back like I had at Aggression, you’ve got my back, and we’re going forward with a common goal. We’re prepped, we’re ready. We’ve watched the tapes, you’ve shown me there’s nothing to fear from Stalker-chan or Shane-san, and we’ve trained so much that we’re physically ready. The only things holding us back are ourselves. The soon-to-be-former champions aren’t on the same page, or they’re better actors than they look. They’re both greedy, and you’ve beaten greedier people. They’re neither of them as good as they think they are and that means we’ve got a chance. Plus, we’re both confident we’re walking out with the belts! And you’ve never wanted to take the belt! With your skills, my skills, my energy, and the power of youth, we’re winning!
It’s going to be damn damn triple damn tough, but we’re winning! We’ll be sore, battered, bruised, dropped through a trap door into alligator infested waters with nothing but a knife to make a handbag with, but we’re going to win! This is so gonna be worth it!
Karl: Well, you don’t sound as nervous as you used to.
Otaku: I’m stoked! I’m fired up! Just let me get changed and I’ll take them on right now! WOOH YEAH!!
Karl: Save your energy! Don’t tire yourself out before the match.
Otaku: But!
[Otaku looks at “The Dragon” like a puppy being told to get off the sofa, but the Englishman doesn’t acknowledge it. His body language implies that he’s not to be argued with, so Otaku doesn’t press the point]
Otaku: Ok… save the energy for the match and for the massive anime convention at the hotel afterwards.
Karl: There’s no anime convention at your hotel.
Otaku: There will be! You’ll be there too, right?
Karl: Maybe. Depends on my flight.
Otaku: Maaan!
Karl: Stalker, Shane – it’s not long to go. Meaningless segues aside, psychoanalysis aside, you’re not walking away from this match with the belts. I have never been more confident going into a match. It’s that feeling you only rarely get, when you just know, deep down, what’s going to happen. That crystallizing moment.
And that spells bad news for you two. Like Otaku said, we’re focused. We’re ready.
Nothing else has to be said.
Otaku: Besides, haven’t we got that autograph session now? I think we do…
[Otaku keeps muttering something to himself as we FADE…]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Animezing Dragon…
Otaku: Hey! Otaku here!
Karl: You need to change that intro.
Otaku: What? Why? It’s a cool intro!
Karl: You sound like a stuck record.
Otaku: No I don’t… don’t… don’t
[SFX: thump]
Otaku: Ouch! Maybe I did. Next time on Animezing Dragon, season 2, episode 1 – WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS… OF JAPAN!!
And Empire Pro!
See you then!
[FADE OUT]
[FADE IN to a Wrestleverse backdrop, in front of which stand the number one contenders to the tag team championships. Otaku is dressed casually in jeans and a home-made “Village Hidden in the Sand” T-shirt, while “The Dragon” is dressed in smart grey trousers and a black shirt, the left shoulder of which has a green dragon stitched in]
Otaku: Well, here we are! Wrestleverse just around the corner! Wooh! Showtime! I mean, I know I shouldn’t be so excited and all, it’s a big match yeah but I’ve been wrestling for years, it’s just… wow! Wrestleverse! If this was the Tokyo Dome it’d be perfect! For me I mean, I should think lugging all the gear across the Japan just for one show would be expensive, but Dan could do it, right?
Karl: Otaku?
Otaku: Yeah, Dragon-sama?
Karl: You’re rambling.
Otaku: Nervous habit, sorry. I can’t help it, I already seen everything I brought with me, and with the fan convention in a few hours and the match
Karl: [interrupting] I wouldn’t take it too seriously right now. Wait until we’re closer to bell time. I don’t think Shane or Stalker’s taking things too seriously right now.
Otaku: Yeah, well, they’re different. Stalker-chan’s big mean, grr, and Shane-san’s… yeah, I guess he’s not taking anything seriously right now. What do you think, he’s holidaying in Egypt soon?
Karl: … that joke is awful.
Otaku: Thanks! I got it from some British stuff. Your TV’s pretty good over there, isn’t it?
Karl: I’m a radio man.
Otaku: Really? But yeah, Shane-san, he’s really not all there. Maybe you’re right and it’s a cunning plan to make me think he’s lost it, a total idiot, and forget he was slapping around Aaron a few weeks back like a sadistic version of Stalker-chan?
Well, not gonna work, Shane-san! I’m on to you – you’re a genius idiot! But not a wizard. Nope, definitely not a wizard.
Karl: I don’t know. He’s always done a good trick of coming off like a professional wrestler.
Otaku: Ouch! I didn’t think you’d say that, Dragon-sama!
Karl: Come on. I’ve wrestled Shane several times. Yes, he’s a different person now, and so am I, but with all the threats he used to make and all the praise he used to get, I always thought he’d be a great challenge. A great opponent. Someone who could push me beyond my limits.
Otaku: And I guess you need someone more observant than Shane-san for that?
Karl: More observant?
Otaku: Yeah! I mean, he goes on about you being a wizard and he doesn’t even notice the Shinigami I have at home!
Karl: Shinigami… a God of Death?
Otaku: Yeah! Ryuk! You didn’t get to touch the Death Note when you visited, but surely you and Shane-san saw the apple he was eating? No?
Maaaan! Ryuk always gets ignored!
Karl: Sometimes I don’t know who’s more out there, you or Shane. Luckily I know who the better wrestler is.
Otaku: That’s me, right?
Karl: Yes.
Otaku: YATTA!
[Otaku does a quick dance, before looking straight into the camera again]
Otaku: Anyways, dancing aside, Shane-san and Stalker-chan really don’t seem to be on the ball. They don’t like each other. They don’t seem to be as impressive as I’d been led to believe by their lies and other people’s lies. Not just because of what Dragon-sama’s said, but because there’s not a lot about either of you that’s really impressive. Stalker-chan’s too busy being big and scary to do much, and Shane-san’s just gone from being this big important person I heard about when I was first here, to someone who’s trying too hard to be funny and looks like the kind of guy you laugh at, not with. And I should know, people’ve been laughing at me for, like, forever! But it doesn’t bother me, they laugh at who I am and what I like, not what I try to be. Shane-san should try being what he is and not what he wants people to see him as. I dunno, maybe he’ll be a better person? Less of a jerk?
Karl: I doubt that part. Steven’s always been… should I be polite about this… overly arrogant. Some would call that being a jerk, so I doubt it’d make much difference. He is what he is, and if he’s desperate to appear otherwise, or he wants to appear a certain way for some deluded reason, then that’s up to him.
Otaku: But… I mean… what if Shane-san… let me start again. If Shane-san is actually a jerk, like you say, and he’s trying to look like an idiot… no, can’t get it… got it! If Shane-san was a jerk, and he’s trying to be something else, doesn’t that mean he’s really changed? I think he could have changed, right?
Karl: A tiger has to be completely skinned before you stop seeing the stripes.
Otaku: Eww!
Karl: What? It’s apt. It’s hard to know what’s going through Shane’s head these days. I know he was talented enough to get people talking about him, once upon a time. Whether that was his natural skills in the ring or talking about himself, it’s tough to say. I never found him as huge a challenge as people said I should. That’s all I’m saying.
Otaku: OK, and if you didn’t find him a challenge, no way I will! Not the challenge he tries to make out, anyway. Even if his power level was over one MILLLLION!!
Karl: I thought you didn’t like Dragonball Z?
Otaku: Wait, you got that?
Karl: Yes. One of my housemates at uni watched it.
Otaku: Kewl! Anyways, I don’t hate DBZ, I just don’t think it’s that good, but it’s kind of like a meme, so I thought I’d go deeper into it. Like a meme within a meme.
[Brown sighs]
Otaku: Talking of deeper and deeper, aren’t we digging holes within holes? According to Stalker-chan?
Karl: Why did you switch from –san to –chan for him?
Otaku: Partly to annoy him, and partly because he seems more like a –chan than a –san or a –kun. And I only leave the honorific off for people I really don’t like, like Cameron Cruise (no honorific). But Stalker-chan, he’s kind of cute when he’s yapping. Like a little puppy. I can almost picture him in some kind of Hello Kitty outfit.
Karl: He’d probably turn it into another Hello Kitty Murder.
Otaku: Oh, yeah… bad Kitty White!
But Stalker-chan… I dunno, he just seems less scary every time he speaks, doesn’t he? He sounded sooo desperate to make us fear him that he made me laugh out loud! “Grr! Nobody knows what it’s like in Stalker-chan’s world until it’s too late! Dragon-sama is never going to be a World Champion because I say so, and I am Stalker-chan! Fear my pink flowers of death!”
Karl: I guess I’ll have to keep your head from being caved in.
Otaku: Huh?
Karl: As much of a bully as Stalker is, he’s still tough. I’ve already said that. Someone who can break your arm can still break your arm. It doesn’t matter that psychopaths tend to be starving for attention and seeking it any way they can, they can still hurt you, and Stalker’s not someone to take too lightly.
Otaku: But you said
Karl: I know. That he’s actually a coward, and that he’s not actually scared anyone off yet. I’ve even challenged him to something that should be right up his street. But I do know he’s strong, he’s tough, he hits hard, and the thing with people who are starved for attention and have his kind of delusion, the delusion that they’re greater than everybody else, is that as their delusions get stripped away, layer by layer, they become more and more frightened. Backed into a corner. And when you’re backed into too tight a corner, there’s only one way to go to escape. Through whatever’s in front of you.
Otaku: Oh… that’s why sometimes the cowardly character can beat the big villain, right?
Karl: Yes. There are ways to beat them, though. After all, Shane was the same, once. He believed his own words, the hype he created, and got left in a broken state in the middle of the ring after he failed, repeatedly, to beat me. All you have to do is be fully prepared and overall better than the other person could be, taking into account flight or fight responses, and you win. And at the same time show someone that they’ve still got a long way to go before they reach the level they’d built themselves to.
Otaku: Hey, aren’t we kind of building ourselves up?
Karl: No. I know full well that we’re walking out of the arena after Wrestleverse with the World Tag Team Championships. I know – and don’t ask me how – that we’re winning this match.
Otaku: … damn, not allowed to ask you how! Can I guess?
Karl: Go ahead.
Otaku: Because we’re actually a team. Sure, we’re totally different. But we’re a team. I’ve got your back like I had at Aggression, you’ve got my back, and we’re going forward with a common goal. We’re prepped, we’re ready. We’ve watched the tapes, you’ve shown me there’s nothing to fear from Stalker-chan or Shane-san, and we’ve trained so much that we’re physically ready. The only things holding us back are ourselves. The soon-to-be-former champions aren’t on the same page, or they’re better actors than they look. They’re both greedy, and you’ve beaten greedier people. They’re neither of them as good as they think they are and that means we’ve got a chance. Plus, we’re both confident we’re walking out with the belts! And you’ve never wanted to take the belt! With your skills, my skills, my energy, and the power of youth, we’re winning!
It’s going to be damn damn triple damn tough, but we’re winning! We’ll be sore, battered, bruised, dropped through a trap door into alligator infested waters with nothing but a knife to make a handbag with, but we’re going to win! This is so gonna be worth it!
Karl: Well, you don’t sound as nervous as you used to.
Otaku: I’m stoked! I’m fired up! Just let me get changed and I’ll take them on right now! WOOH YEAH!!
Karl: Save your energy! Don’t tire yourself out before the match.
Otaku: But!
[Otaku looks at “The Dragon” like a puppy being told to get off the sofa, but the Englishman doesn’t acknowledge it. His body language implies that he’s not to be argued with, so Otaku doesn’t press the point]
Otaku: Ok… save the energy for the match and for the massive anime convention at the hotel afterwards.
Karl: There’s no anime convention at your hotel.
Otaku: There will be! You’ll be there too, right?
Karl: Maybe. Depends on my flight.
Otaku: Maaan!
Karl: Stalker, Shane – it’s not long to go. Meaningless segues aside, psychoanalysis aside, you’re not walking away from this match with the belts. I have never been more confident going into a match. It’s that feeling you only rarely get, when you just know, deep down, what’s going to happen. That crystallizing moment.
And that spells bad news for you two. Like Otaku said, we’re focused. We’re ready.
Nothing else has to be said.
Otaku: Besides, haven’t we got that autograph session now? I think we do…
[Otaku keeps muttering something to himself as we FADE…]
VoiceOver: Next time, on Animezing Dragon…
Otaku: Hey! Otaku here!
Karl: You need to change that intro.
Otaku: What? Why? It’s a cool intro!
Karl: You sound like a stuck record.
Otaku: No I don’t… don’t… don’t
[SFX: thump]
Otaku: Ouch! Maybe I did. Next time on Animezing Dragon, season 2, episode 1 – WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS… OF JAPAN!!
And Empire Pro!
See you then!
[FADE OUT]
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Re: WRESTLEVERSE IV: EPW TAG TITLES: Steven Shane & Stalker (cc) vs. Karl Brown & Ota
"Karl Brown and Otaku..... two people on my ever growing list."
(We fade in to the back of Jason Reeves. He's outside a local bar in Greensboro, North Carolina. The parking lot is deserted due to it being in the early afternoon. He has a bottle of whiskey in his hand, he takes a swig of it as he stares out into the distance behind the bar. As he turns to face the camera his face is in a deep frown, his clothes are all wrinkled and his hair is a mess. It looks like he hasn't slept in days.)
Stalker: Do you ever sleep Karl? I mean seriously, it's almost as if your life is dedicated to breaking down every word and movement that my partner and I have made in this company. Is that what you have been doing for this past week, Karl? Playing dress up with Otaku and watching old promos from myself and Steven Shane? Come on man give me a break.... you honestly think all that effort is worth it? Does it truly matter to you how good you look on the tv doing a promo for a match that you are going to lose anyways? If I were in your shoes I would have given up and walked away already, but luckily i'm not you. I'm Jason Reeves.... Stalker. I hunt people with egos, I hunt people that have crossed me in the past and I hunt the mistakes I've made during my path of conquest. Mistakes like Anarky being champion, mistakes like not finishing you off when I had the chance. People that have crossed me like Rocko Daymon, I hunted, caught and destroyed. People with egos like Triple X Sean Stevens.... my friend. Probably my only friend and I had to destroy him. You think he had better **** to do then to recapture the EPW title? Are you serious? He was broken by me and finished off by Copycat.
The question is about you now Karl. Where do you fit in all of this? Why do you feel you are more deserving then me? More deserving then Steven Shane? Is it because you hang around with a costume dressing lunatic? Is it because of your dedication to the company? The dedication that sent you into hiatus for how long again?
Let's not even worry about that hiatus right now. Let's worry about the fact that you couldn't even get out of the First round of the KOTC. Who did you lose to in that first round? Shawn Hart and Cameron Cruise. Two men that hated each other last I checked. Not only did you lose to them but right after that Shawn Hart quit EPW. Then in the finals, Cameron Cruise lost to us. So you lost to a team composed of a tag team loser and a tag team quitter. I am supposed to be impressed by this? Or am I supposed to be impressed by your one night tourney performance? You beat the jobber duo of Porn Star and a Sonic Titan. Then to top it off you beat a team composed of High Flyer and Tony Davis. Now let me refresh your memory, High Flyer advanced in the Singles KoTC tournament because I allowed him to. I threw him from the top of the cage and laughed at his misery. Just like I would laugh if it was your misery. Let's not get distracted though. So a few weeks after that at a pay per view, in fact I believe it was the last pay per view we had, I beat him one on one. So again you are supposed to impress me by that?
(Taking a long drink from his whiskey bottle, Jason lets out a loud sigh afterwards. Staring off into the distance again he goes quiet for at least a minute.)
Stalker: You're an interesting fellow Karl 'The Dragon' Brown. As of late your only claims to doing something decent with yourself IS this silly one night tournament. I mean what the **** are you thinking? To throw that in my face? That you are somehow better then me because of your past. **** your past and **** you. You mean nothing to me, your partner means nothing to me... both of you are nothing but roadblocks on my way to the end game. This game does not include you, it doesn't include your partner it includes my vision..... my world. Even though you may mean nothing to me, but you are still apart of a much larger picture. The picture of Empire Pro Wrestling. Regardless of whether you get stomped at Wrestleverse, which you will, you will still be apart of this wrestling company after. Whether or not you are in a wheelchair, managing Otaku, is a different story. You can claim all you want about how much you know me and how badly Steven and I are going to get beat... BUT... words are exactly that words. I could go on and on and on and on to you from fifty different angles about how much better I am then you but why should I?
I'm not like you, I care more about destroying you in that ring then I do making myself look special on television. So when it comes to Wrestleverse, when the four of us step into that ring, be prepared to bend to my will, because I won't and will never BEND to yours.
Welcome to my world.
(Fade to black.)
"Karl Brown and Otaku..... two people on my ever growing list."
(We fade in to the back of Jason Reeves. He's outside a local bar in Greensboro, North Carolina. The parking lot is deserted due to it being in the early afternoon. He has a bottle of whiskey in his hand, he takes a swig of it as he stares out into the distance behind the bar. As he turns to face the camera his face is in a deep frown, his clothes are all wrinkled and his hair is a mess. It looks like he hasn't slept in days.)
Stalker: Do you ever sleep Karl? I mean seriously, it's almost as if your life is dedicated to breaking down every word and movement that my partner and I have made in this company. Is that what you have been doing for this past week, Karl? Playing dress up with Otaku and watching old promos from myself and Steven Shane? Come on man give me a break.... you honestly think all that effort is worth it? Does it truly matter to you how good you look on the tv doing a promo for a match that you are going to lose anyways? If I were in your shoes I would have given up and walked away already, but luckily i'm not you. I'm Jason Reeves.... Stalker. I hunt people with egos, I hunt people that have crossed me in the past and I hunt the mistakes I've made during my path of conquest. Mistakes like Anarky being champion, mistakes like not finishing you off when I had the chance. People that have crossed me like Rocko Daymon, I hunted, caught and destroyed. People with egos like Triple X Sean Stevens.... my friend. Probably my only friend and I had to destroy him. You think he had better **** to do then to recapture the EPW title? Are you serious? He was broken by me and finished off by Copycat.
The question is about you now Karl. Where do you fit in all of this? Why do you feel you are more deserving then me? More deserving then Steven Shane? Is it because you hang around with a costume dressing lunatic? Is it because of your dedication to the company? The dedication that sent you into hiatus for how long again?
Let's not even worry about that hiatus right now. Let's worry about the fact that you couldn't even get out of the First round of the KOTC. Who did you lose to in that first round? Shawn Hart and Cameron Cruise. Two men that hated each other last I checked. Not only did you lose to them but right after that Shawn Hart quit EPW. Then in the finals, Cameron Cruise lost to us. So you lost to a team composed of a tag team loser and a tag team quitter. I am supposed to be impressed by this? Or am I supposed to be impressed by your one night tourney performance? You beat the jobber duo of Porn Star and a Sonic Titan. Then to top it off you beat a team composed of High Flyer and Tony Davis. Now let me refresh your memory, High Flyer advanced in the Singles KoTC tournament because I allowed him to. I threw him from the top of the cage and laughed at his misery. Just like I would laugh if it was your misery. Let's not get distracted though. So a few weeks after that at a pay per view, in fact I believe it was the last pay per view we had, I beat him one on one. So again you are supposed to impress me by that?
(Taking a long drink from his whiskey bottle, Jason lets out a loud sigh afterwards. Staring off into the distance again he goes quiet for at least a minute.)
Stalker: You're an interesting fellow Karl 'The Dragon' Brown. As of late your only claims to doing something decent with yourself IS this silly one night tournament. I mean what the **** are you thinking? To throw that in my face? That you are somehow better then me because of your past. **** your past and **** you. You mean nothing to me, your partner means nothing to me... both of you are nothing but roadblocks on my way to the end game. This game does not include you, it doesn't include your partner it includes my vision..... my world. Even though you may mean nothing to me, but you are still apart of a much larger picture. The picture of Empire Pro Wrestling. Regardless of whether you get stomped at Wrestleverse, which you will, you will still be apart of this wrestling company after. Whether or not you are in a wheelchair, managing Otaku, is a different story. You can claim all you want about how much you know me and how badly Steven and I are going to get beat... BUT... words are exactly that words. I could go on and on and on and on to you from fifty different angles about how much better I am then you but why should I?
I'm not like you, I care more about destroying you in that ring then I do making myself look special on television. So when it comes to Wrestleverse, when the four of us step into that ring, be prepared to bend to my will, because I won't and will never BEND to yours.
Welcome to my world.
(Fade to black.)