Leon Kensworth takes a deep breath as he stands outside Drake's hotel room in this week's host city to Meltdown. He fiddles with his recorder for a moment, realizing he's avoiding knocking.
"Really, how did I get Drake twice in a row? I think Becky cheated when we drew straws..."
He adjusts his tie and checks the buttons on his jacket.
"And Stacey, she's never around. I don't think Klamor's ever done this. It's just not fair, I tell you."
He sighs deeply and summons his courage.
"Might as well get it over..."
He raises his hand to knock, but just as he's about to do so, a great clamor goes up in the room. Leon hears Drake shouting and an unknown voice yelling in what sounds like an Asian dialect.
"What the -"
The door flies open and Drake Callahan stands in the doorway, wide eyed and fearful. A bottle of beer is in his hand, half empty. It appears most of it has ended up on him, rather than in his mouth.
"Leon! Help! My sensei is trying to kill me!"
"Your what?!"
Drake pulls Leon inside without explanation as a shoe comes flying at Drake's head. He dodges with a dexterity that Leon could never have expected from a man so frequently drunk. As he contemplates that, the shoe strikes him square in the forehead.
"Ow! Drake, what -"
"Quick! Take cover!"
Drake dives behind a small counter that separates a kitchenette from the main room. Leon looks into the room and sees a small, middle aged Asian man looking furious as he gathers things from the room to throw at them.
"Leon! Hurry!"
Leon, dumbfounded, glances at Drake. As he does so, another shoe comes flying and catches him in the side of the head.
"What?! Are you kidding me?!"
"LEON!"
Leon dashes for the counter as well and rubs his head. Assorted objects continue to fly over the counter at them as the man shouts.
"Drake, just what is happening here?"
"It's a lesson! I think so, anyway. He never really explained himself, he just started throwing things and yelling."
"A lesson in what?! Who is that?"
"My sensei! I think this is a lesson in dodging things."
"Who...what...sensei?"
Drake nods furiously.
"I got the idea from Phoenix. He has a wise Asian master to teach him the ways of of the East. Why shouldn't I? Oh, look out, Leon."
An ashtray sails over the counter and catches Leon on the top of the head. He clutches his head in pain.
"Seriously?! That drew blood! Where did you find this guy?"
"I did what any reasonable person would do! I went down to Little Korea, and, y'know, found him."
"Found him?! How?"
"I found him on the street and invited him to my home."
"Did he want to come?"
"I may have invited him...persuasively."
"How persuasively?!"
Drake gives his most innocent sheepish grin.
"Uh, so maybe there was dragging involved...and clubbing..."
"YOU KIDNAPPED A MAN!"
"I was confident he was a wise master of the Eastern arts! Look out there, Leon."
The hotel Bible is flying through the air. Leon turns to gape at it and it catches him square in the face. He flails and collapses alongside the counter, and groans deeply.
"I didn't sign up for this...what made you so sure he was an Eastern master?"
"Well, look at him! He's, y'know, old, and Asian, and, uh, he's pretty good at throwing things..."
Leon looks at Drake incredulously.
"You...you grabbed a man off the street, kidnapped him, convinced he was an Eastern master...because he was old and Asian?"
Drake's sheepish grin gets even wider, if at all possible.
"Well, er, it doesn't sound so reasonable when you put it like that."
"Of course it doesn't, because it is the most stupid, irresponsible, and absolutely batshit crazy thing that I've ever heard of!"
Drake gives a weak grin and a shrug of the shoulders.
"So you, uh, you think he's probably not a sensei?"
"I think he's a furious man who's fighting off his kidnapper."
"Well, um, I guess, in the case, he can go."
"How generous of you!"
Drake beams.
"Oh, for..."
Leon waves a hand and gets the television remote hurled at it for his troubles. He shakes it off and keeps waving.
"Sir! Sir! I am so sorry. This has been a horrible misunderstanding. Please, you can leave!"
The man pauses for a moment and yells back in his language. He pauses.
"You...crazy, drunk oaf take me! Evil, evil man!"
"He is, really, an awful, awful person! I agree!"
"Hey!"
"Why he want me?"
"He's a nut! Crazy in the coconut!"
The man snorts.
"Lock him up!"
"With gusto!"
"Hey..."
"Please, sir, you can leave, and we'll forget this ever happened."
The man glares silently for a moment.
"You crazy white men. I go now!"
The man stalks away, staring daggers at Drake and Leon on his way out. When he shuts the door, Leon heaves a sigh of relief and clutches his head.
"Drake, you are getting out of control. You are definitely going to be thrown in prison shortly."
Drake picks himself off and dusts himself off.
"Do you think so? Well, this calls for a drink."
"Is there anything in your life that doesn't call for a drink?"
Drake pauses and thinks.
"Hmm...nothing that I can think of."
"Lovely."
Drake grabs a beer from the fridge as Leon surveys the disaster zone that is Drake's hotel room. Drake drinks deeply and heaves a contended sigh.
"That's the good stuff. Wow, this place is a mess."
"You don't say."
"No, I just did."
"It's...it's just an expression, Drake."
"Well, it was wrong."
"It...you know what, never mind, you're right."
Drake nods sagely as he takes a drink.
"Words are tricky, Leon, it's okay. Sometimes I get mixed up on how to spell the long ones. Like "grandmother". I mean, that's a really hard one."
Leon runs a hand through his hair.
"Look...can we...can we just get some material for the website? I'll take it down on the recorder."
"Oh, sure, sure. Actually, I had another encounter down in Little Korea I wanted to tell you about."
"Oh, really? What was this? Attempted murder? Rape? Drug trafficking? Oh, no, wait, you already did that one."
"No, no, none of that. I ran into somebody..."
----
Drake enters a small restaurant in Little Korea. He squints his eyes and looks around as a waitress approaches him.
"Hello, sir..."
"Herro!"
The waitress looks aghast.
"I am American superstar number one! I would like table! Sank you!"
The waitress is still dumbfounded and Drake looks around, still squinting. Almost everyone in the restaurant is staring, now.
"Um..."
Drake cocks his head, confused. Suddenly, a voice rings out.
"Whoa, there, sorry everybody, my friend here has had a few too many..."
Gordito emerges from a shadowy corner and grabs Drake by the shoulder. He whispers in his hear.
"Stop acting like that, you're going to get stabbed."
Drake's eyes widen.
"Oh. Sowwy - er, I mean, sorry, everypony..."
Gordito raises an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Everywho?"
"Body! I said body. You all heard it."
"Never...look, just come join me at the bar."
Drake follows, humming along, as the waitress still stands with her mouth open and the crowd returning to their own meals.
Drake takes a seat at the bar alongside Gordito.
"So, uh, who are you?"
"What? You don't know who I am?"
"Nope! Come to think of it, how do you know who I am?"
"I -"
Drake's eyes narrow.
"Wait a minute...are you a ninja?"
"What? No."
"How do I know! You appear from the shadows, you know who I am...very suspicious!"
"Do I look like a ninja?"
"Ninjas are masters of disguise!"
"Look..."
"No, sir, you're not fooling me, I'm onto you. Ninja!"
"Look, uh, Drake, I can't be a ninja, okay? I...okay, so what if I am a ninja?"
"Aha! I knew it! You're a ninja, and....you've been sent here..."
He gasps dramatically.
"To kill me!"
Drake rises to run but Gordito grabs him.
"No! Drake, if I was a ninja sent to kill you, wouldn't...wouldn't I...wouldn't I have just kung-fu'd you to death before?"
Drake raises a hand.
"That's...that's...hm."
He sits back down.
"Okay, so you're probably not a ninja. But it's still pretty suspicious, you knowing my name and all."
"For Christ's sake, Drake, we work together."
"Oh, you're with WZCW? What do you do? Set up the ring, clean the floors?"
"I...I wrestle, Drake."
"Oh, right, you're one of the new kids. Mick, was it?"
"I...no, Drake, I'm Gordito."
"Who now?"
"Gordito? Challenged for the world heavyweight championship? Main eventer?"
"Nope, never heard of you."
"We're tag teaming this week..."
"Oh. You know, the last time I was in a tag team, it went pretty poorly. My partner, you know, he was...special."
"Can you focus, please?"
"On what?"
"Us! Me! The conversation!"
"Oh, sure thing, uh, Chalupa, was it?"
"Gordito."
"Right, Gordito. So, you say we're on a team now?"
"Yes. With Steven Kurtesy. You know him, right?"
"Uh...is he...the valet?"
"Drake, he's the World Heavyweight Champion."
Drake's face suddenly turns very serious.
"Oh. I see."
"You alright?"
"The World Heavyweight Championship..."
Gordito grins and slaps Drake on the shoulder.
"We all want it, don't we? Hey, let me buy you a drink."
Drake nods, still contemplative. Gordito leaves it until the drinks come.
"So, you want to be world champion, huh?"
Drake nods.
"Why?"
Drake shrugs.
"Compelling."
Drake takes a deep drink.
"It's hard to explain. It...before everything went south for me, I almost took it for granted that I would have it eventually. It didn't mean anything to me. But I see, now, how stupid I was. A few more months, it could have been in my hands, and I wouldn't have cared. But now...now it means everything."
Gordito nods.
"I hear ya, brother. I'll drink to that."
They clink bottles and drink.
"So what was up with that routine?"
"I was trying to blend in."
"By squinting your eyes and talking with a horrendous mockery of an Asian accent?"
Drake grins.
"These things, they always sound better in my head than when people say them out loud."
Gordito laughs and shakes his head.
"So what brings you here?"
Drake almost rises up out of his seat as his eyes widen.
"Whoa, hey, what's the rush man?"
Drake sits back down.
"Sorry, it's just, you reminded me, I'm here looking for a certain someone."
Gordito grins.
"A little lady, perhaps? Gonna get a happy ending?"
Drake blinks.
"A what, now?"
"Never mind. Who are you looking for?"
"A wise master of the Eastern ways to instruct me in martial arts."
"No, seriously."
"I am serious! It's very important to the...the, um...well, it's important. I have to get looking for him, now. Thanks for the drink."
Gordito nods and waves Drake off as he goes searching for his sensei. He lets out a long laugh.
"That man is absolutely crazy."
----
"...And that's the story of how I went to the North Pole!"
Leon has zoned out a little bit.
"What, now?"
"Maybe if you're lucky, I'll tell you how I met Gordito one day."
"...Okay."
They sit quietly for a moment.
"So, uh, how about some insight into your match?"
"Sure! Well, Gordito, he's a cool dude. I think I can trust him to have my back. Plus, he loves to drink too, which is like, come on, my kind of guy."
Leon snorts.
"What about Kurtesy?"
Drake's eyes take on a wistful look.
"It's hard to team up with a man you envy so much, Leon."
"Does that mean he should be worried?"
Drake sips on his beer.
"Maybe."
Leon gives Drake a raised eyebrow, but carries on.
"Your opponents? Blade, Barbosa?"
Drake shrugs.
"I don't know much and I don't need to, Leon. I've never seen Barbosa and I barely remember Blade. I said it last week, I'll say it again. I just go out there, try to beat them up until they stop standing, and hope for the best."
Leon nods.
"And...Ty?"
Drake, unexpectedly, grins.
"I couldn't be happier about meeting him."
"Really? You and Ty had quite the feud back in the day."
"Yes, I know. But this is perfect. Wrestling Ty, winning the Eurasian title, was the last big thing I had going for me before it all went downhill. I know I can get that magic back if I meet him in the ring again. And, more importantly, take it with me to the Lethal Lottery."
"I think you're underestimating him. He's changed a lot since you last met. He's darker, stronger. He has the Apostles of Chaos. And he's running the show now."
"Well, you know what they say, Leon...the bigger they are..."
"The harder they fall."
"What? No, the larger their shoe size."
"How is that relevant?"
"How is what relevant?"
"Ty's shoes."
"Who's talking about Ty's shoes?"
"You are!"
"Leon, are you okay?"
"I...you...you know what, okay, we're done here."
Drake beams.
"Great! I think today was very productive, Leon."
Leon stares narrowly at Drake.
"Yes...very productive."
"Will I see you for the pay-per-view?"
Leon lets out a hysterical laugh before he calms himself.
"Um, no, no, Drake, I don't think so. Not next time."
Drake pouts.
"Shoot. Sorry, Leon, I'm sure you must be super busy if you're not interviewing me."
"Yes...very, very busy. I'll make it, though."
Leon gathers his things and makes for the door.
"Right, bye then, Drake."
He looks over his shoulder and finds Drake absorbed in cartoons already. Leon shakes his head and heads out the door. As he closes it, he hears the theme song to My Little Pony playing him out.
In the hallway, he collapses, clutches his head, and lets out a terrible groan.
"Never...again..."