Despite the Crashin Movement being named as initial challengers to their Tag Team Championship, Brothers in Arms will not let this get the better of them as they will take on a team who impressed officials last week in the form of James King and Dr. Alhazred, will the young stars get one on the champions or will this be business as usual for the BiA?
Dr. Alhazred opens his eyes to see Mister standing over him with a gym bag in his hands. Hes wearing his usual attire, gold mask and white suit. I got something planned for today; remember I told you on the phone that from now until Kingdome Come I was going to train your body to perfection. Well be working out in the gym, hitting the mats to work on your technique, and I got some other surprises up my sleeve. Some, unique training methods if you will, some that I learned from my past life.
Mister is staring into space and looks terrified. Hes most likely remembering an event from his past.
The blood, the blood is everywhere! Why the children? What did you do to the children?!
Dr. Alhazred punches him in the balls with the Power Glove.
Mister immediately snaps over and falls to the floor in pain. What the hell did you do that for? Im trying to train you and better your life and you go and punch me in my golden boys.
Dr. Alhazred points at Mister then twirls his finger around in a circle, calling him crazy.
Yeah you crazy, crazy and lucky I dont whoop your ass for punching my junk.
Mister slowly gets up to his feet and reaches into the gym bag.
Look this whole not being able to talk thing is getting boring so I got you a gift.
He hands Dr. Alhazred an orange device with a keyboard on it. Dr. Alhazred rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Its the talking machine E.T. used remember? The Speak and Spell. Try it out see how it works.
Dr. Alhazred begins typing.
You are gay Its a monotone computerized voice, similar to Stephen Hawking.
When this is all over, Im gonna kick your teeth down your throat. Youre a real asshole sometimes you know? I come in here wake you up, I bought you breakfast.
The table has McDonalds bags on it.
Are those Egg McMuffins?
Yeah they are.
With hash browns?
And hotcakes.
Im sorry you are a true friend. I am only angry that I lost my voice. I may never sing the same again.
The voice of an angel I heard but its okay, youve been under a lot of stress lately and a little anger is natural. Now its time to channel that anger into fuel to better yourself and win your next match.
Who is my opponent?
Its a doosey, The Brothers in Arms. Youre teaming with King again.
Is that the team with E. Honda?
Wasabi Toyota. Yeah he beat your ass pretty good last time you faced him. But you gave him a fight; believe that, if it wasnt for that dirty kick to the throat you would have had that match locked down.
Ive been meaning to ask you about something. The whole match with Action Saxton and Armando Paradyse, you were grilling Saxton. You guys got some beef we dont know about?
It is nothing, he is nothing. I need to be focusing on the Brothers in Arms. They are much bigger threats than Saxton could ever hope to be.
Alright we should get going though, we have a busy day.
I am driving.
Bullshit youre driving.
You almost killed us last time I got in your car.
I told you it was an accident, I was drinking a little and I couldnt see the road, it was dark out.
It was 10 in the morning.
The mask makes things darker than they appear.
Im still driving.
Sigh. Alright come on.
So were going to a place to work on your speed and agility. In almost every match, youre going to be the smaller man. You have to be able to duck and dodge, maneuver around your opponents and break them down with your punching and speed. I have the perfect training
We cut to Dr. Alhazred and Mister driving up to a basketball court.
Are you serious? Basketball?
Yep, itll help you move faster and move around your opponents and then strike at the perfect opportunity. I called in some of my friends to help.
5 Large African-Americans begin slowly walking up to the car. The one in the middle is spinning the ball on his finger while walking.
Mister and the Dr. get out of the car and begin walking up to the five men.
One of the men starts to talk
Yo my name is Geroge Henry, I heard you need some help training for your next match. Dont think were going to take it easy on you just because were helping. We gon come at you hard dog, HARD.
Dr. Alhazred looks at Mister nervously.
I am scared.
Theyre nice guys once you get to know them and the only way to improve is to train hard and with the best.
Music begins to play:
[YOUTUBE]SPFCHuEegsk[/YOUTUBE]
The scene turns into a montage.
Dr. Alhazred has trouble dribbling and the ball. The smalles man of the group quickly steals the ball. Before Dr. Alhazred can even turn around he's in the air dunking it on the other side of the court.
Dr. Alhazred is facing off against George Henry at the top of the key. George Henry motions him to bring it. Dr. Alhazred backs him up and tries to move to the right, but George blocks it. He tries to move to the left but George blocks it again. He goes to the right once more but George bumps him hard, causing him to fall to the ground.
Dr. Alhazred is moving toward the basket with a seemingly open lane. He is a bit slow but no one is in sight. He goes for a layup and just as the ball gets off his finger tips, the largest man of the group swats it away into the grass. Dr. Alhazred falls to the ground.
Mister is shaking is head in disappointment.
The men give Dr. Alhazred tips. How to move around the man guarding him, how to move faster to layup and how to control the ball.
At first hes able to dribble normally and slowly maneuvers around the smallest man.
He barely moves around George Henry and goes for a layup. The largest man goes to block it but misses. As Dr. Alhazred falls to the ground the ball goes into the basket.
Dr. Alhazred and the guys are having fun with a sprinkler. Jumping through it and playing water tag.
Dr. Alhazred is now dribbling the ball like an expert. Bouncing it between his legs and behind his back. The man guarding him doesn't know how to stop it. Alhazred crosses him over faster than you can blink. He spins around one player, spins the other way around another.
George has fallen to his knees because of the ankle breaking maneuvers displayed by Dr. Alhazred. The Dr. jumps onto one of Georges knees and does a tomahawk dunk, tea bagging the largest man of the group in the process. The glass of the backboard shatters and Dr. Alhazred comes down from the falling rim in slow motion, glass falling behind him like stars.
Just as he lands on the ground the music stops. Mister is standing on the side line nodding in delight. The camera goes up to his face.
Hes ready.
Yo come here I got another surprise for you.
Dr. Alhazred walks over to Mister, his walk his cool and slick,his swagger level is at an all-time high.
That was awesome, you were moving past these guys like the speed of a gazelle. But I got one more trick up my sleeve to deal with the BiA.
They wave to the 5 men and say their goodbyes as they head towards a locker room.
Once inside they stop in front of the door leading to the showers.
I called in a man who knows the BiA better than anyone, it cost me a bit of money but itll all be worth it. Hey Yo, come on out!
The shower room door opens, the steam from the shower bellows out of the doorway creating a fog and smokescreen. A shadowy figure is standing amongst the fog with his arms crossed.
As he slowly walks out of the door way and into the light we see its none other than
Doug Crashin
Dr. Alhazred is shocked beyond belief, is the BiAs biggest nemesis standing before him? Hes clenching his Speak and Spell tightly causing it to blert random things.
Uhhhhhh, gdgdgldfgnbmrjrltktt hththtttkkk jjfjiuuuyooewnnfnfgdm
Doug Crashin, with his help my win over the BiA is undeniable. Add in my recent training and this match is a done deal. Now finally those cretins in WZCW will respect what the Power Glove is capable of and fear the man they call Mister. My win last week proved my greatness and when I step into the ring once more with Wasabi Toyota and Scott Hammond, they will be shown to be nothing but paper champions. Champions, the nerve they have to call themselves that. Champions of the weakest division in the company. Champions of the weak feeble minded fans who eat up their rhetoric and propaganda like Pac-Man. Brothers in Arms, their very name inclines us to believe in love and peace between countries. An Asian man and European fool, the oddest of pairings, they think this shows that brother hood and courage can be shared by all men, no matter of their origin.
Well I say they're wrong, they haven't seen the true underbelly of this world, they haven't seen this world's true image; a maggot infested carcass. These fans cheer them now and stand behind them but for how long? How long until they get bored of their nonsense? How long until these fans hunger for more? When they step through those ropes and stare across the ring towards Dr. Alhazred, they will tremble. For they will know with my training, Mister and the advice of the great Doug Crashin; that I am truly unstoppable.
Mister and Doug Crashin are staring at Dr. Alhazed.
You crazy. Besides he's only helping us for this one match, other than that we ride alone.
So you think you can help us take down the BiA?
Of course I can. But first do you guys have a towel its a little chilly in here?
The camera pans out to reveal Doug Crashin is indeed naked as the scene fades to black.
The air is damp and the sky is grey. A booming thunder signals that theres a storm a brewin. Scott Hammond and Wasabi Toyota are standing on the dock of an unidentified harbor. Hammond is wearing a nice leather jacket and blue jeans while Toyota, ever conscious of Mother Nature, is wearing a bright yellow raincoat along with matching pants and boots. Both are also carrying one half of the WZCW World Tag Team Championships.
So, what times our boat leaving? You got the tickets, right?
Dont worry, we dont need any tickets.
Huh? What kind of boat are we taking, Wasabi?
Here it is right now!
Toyota points to a ship that is entering the harbor. It is large, silver, old, rusty, decrepit, and metallic. The words "Vincenzos Whaling" are painted on the side in black lettering.
Are you batty, mate?
I know it may not be the most, uhh sanitary, or convenient means of transport, but this is how I came over here in the first place. This same exact boat, in fact. Oh, the memories.
Toyotastares lustfully at the rotting ship.
Do you really expect me to ride all the way to Japan in that?
Cmon, its not so bad. Besides, its the only way I can travel without having problems. You know I get the runs every time Im on an airplane and I dont think either of us wants to discuss what happened the last time I was on a helicopter.
They both shudder violently.
Trust me, its gonna be fun. All we gotta do is climb through that opening over there and were in!
Toyota gestures towards a small opening on the side of the ship, approximately the size of a doggy door. Hammond just stares on in disbelief and shakes his head.
Here, Ill go first to show you how its done.
Toyota saunters confidently over towards the entry way.
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We are now inside a dimply lit, cramped space. Hammond and Toyota are both seated among a multitude of cardboard boxes simply marked "Blubber".
How in the hell were you able to pull that off?
Oh, that was simple. All of my Djibouti flexibility exercises from my youth have really come in handy, whether it be squeezing through little holes or getting after it in the ring. You should try them some time. I think theyd help you.
Ya think?
Upon further examination it appears that Hammond has morphed into the shape of a delicious soft pretzel. His neck is bent sharply to the left while his extremities are bent out at various angles. He looks quite stiff. Toyota leans back comfortably against a box of blubber.
Ahh, this is the life. No worries.
No worries, eh? Do you remember what happened in your match last week? What about the Movement?
Ahh, yes. That was calamitous. Obviously that little rodent Holmes would go after the poor, weak, innocent Jordan Lights instead of fighting nobly and going after the man he really had a problem with; me.
Unfortunately for that whipped morsel of fake royalty in the process of avoiding us, he won a matchWTIH US I tell ya, without Kurtesy to lead things, the Movement is really lacking in the common sense department.
But shouldnt we be a bit concerned with them, even without Kurtesy? They have got to be considered a threat for our titles, dont they?
Of course, of course. Everyone has to be considered a threat. For such a little wimp, Holmes can still be considered a solid wrestler and is a former tag team champion. And Doug Crashin. Well, hes won a match before, I think. Trust me, I know they are no Malcolm ONeil-like pushovers.
However, their talent isnt the biggest issue here. Their EVIL is. Ever since the Crashin Movement has come to power to run amuck in WZCW, everything has gone to hell in a hand basket. I thought some real progress was being made. Innocence was being restored, peace was blossoming. They ruined all of that.
With their violence, selfishness, and disregard for human life youd think they were Beelzebub himself! You know what, Scotty? Sometimes they get me really, REALLY UPSET!
Toyota begins one of his familiar convulsions. A scream composed of both anger and sorrow is heard. He may or may not be crying. The pain in the air is palpable. Hammond understands completely. Eventually, Toyota regains his composure and continues to speak.
The point is, people like Holmes and Crashin are the reason I came to this company, to stamp out the evil. To make a difference. Now that we have this chance to get our hands around their grubby little necks, let's do it. Weve beaten them before. Weve dominated them before. Weve turned around their hatred and smacked it right back into them. Come Kingdom Come, lets have out VENGEANCE carried out yet again!
As Toyota begins to get more and more excited he accidently strikes a box of blubber with his arm, sending it flying directly onto the head of his partner. Hammond, covered in goo, smirks spryly.
The scene opens in Hirusaki, a suburb of Matsumato where Wasabi Toyota grew up. It is a rather bland setting with beige townhouses making up most of the scenery along with a small patch of woods. Toyota is quite excited while Hammond is obviously not too impressed.
Its, err, great, I suppose.
I know, isnt it? Can you believe theyve cleaned it up so much since I left?
I guess it is better than the pictures you showed me. I mean, the lack of a dead elephant carcass in the center of the town is a big plus. So, do I get the grand tour?
Toyota doesnt seem to hear the question as he is bouncing around uncomfortably, legs crossed.
Umm, would you mind if we put it on hold for a few moments while I use the restroom? Why didnt I listen when you told me that whale blubber would go right through me?
I swear Wasabi, your insatiable appetite really is a problem at times. Get going, mate. Ill wait here for you.
Toyota nods appreciatively and quickly scurries off into the woods to take care of his dirty business. Hammond wanders around for a few moments, checking out the lay of the land. As he bends down to examine an especially interesting rock, he feels the presence of someone behind him.
He turns to see an unbelievably attractive Asian girl standing just a few feet away. She appears to be in her mid-20s and is wearing a low cut blouse and a tight skirt. She gives Hammond a friendly wave. He can do nothing but smile back sheepishly.
Hello, my name is Utada. Who might you be?
Seductively, Utada moves closer to Hammond, mere inches away from his face.
Uhh, Im uhhh, S-S-Sc- Scccc. Im Scott.
Oooh. Scott is such a sexy name.
Utada gets even close to Hammond and begins to rub her hand on his chest.
Such a strong body as well.
Hammond cant believe what is happening, but doesnt do anything to stop it. Just like on the recent boat trip, he is quite stiff. As things appear to be going to funkytown, they are interrupted.
What in the hell is going on here?!
Utadaquickly moves away from her man in shock. Hammond is utterly confused and somewhat angry that Toyota is interfering with his game.
What the hell, mate? Are you mental?
I think the better question is are YOU mental? What the hell do you think youre doing with my sister?
The brit's eyes bug out upon learning this latest piece of information. He turns to look at Utada, who stares at the ground in shame.
Sorry, mate. I didnt know, I swear.
Toyota says nothing and simply gives Hammond the stink eye. After a few intense moments he turns his attention to his sister.
And what was going through your mind? Whatre trying to do, getting all over my partner the first day I come back to visit?
She looks at him defiantly
Youre not the boss of me.
Toyota becomes quite furious at his sisters open disrespect. He goes over to her and grabs her by the arm aggressively. Hammond is surprised by the actions of his partner and cant take his eyes away from the situation that is developing in front of him. Toyota beings to berate his sister in Japanese, eventually causing her to break into tears. She runs off into a nearby townhouse with her face in her hands.
Well, Im sure you didnt enjoy seeing that, did you? Im sorry, did she bother you too much?
Uhh, no. Everything is good. Dont worry about it.
Why does she act like that when she is still just a delicate little flower? What has gotten into her? Pssh, you dont know, why am I asking you, its not like you know anything? Or do you?
Nope, afraid not Sab. All this stuff is just kooky. Listen, can we just get some focus and go over our match this week? Then we can take the grand tour.
Our match? How did I forget to prepare for it?
Dont worry, big poppa. I got us covered this time. After having off last week due to those bumbling fools Ive been itching to get back in the ring. I got a nice gameplan if youd like to hear it.
Toyota breathes a sigh of relief, happy that his unpreparedness hasnt cost him. He quickly pulls out a notebook and pen from his back pocket and sits on a nearby stump, ready to listen.
What would I do without you, Scotty?
I dunno, eat?
Toyota glares at Hammond, unamused. He is still feeling the ill effects of the large quantity of whale blubber he recently consumed.
Anyway, Ive looked into Alhazred and King quite a bit. They dont have much experience as a team, but they did pick up a win last week over a couple of rookies. They actually didnt look to shabby. Now, you already know about your boy Alhazred. Hes still feeling the effects of that kick to the throat you gave him. Sadly, you took his beautiful singing voice away from the world, but I guess you gotta do whatever it takes to get a win.
Overall, hes pretty much the same as when you faced him. Still has that wacky glove, still is a scrawny little man, and most importantly is still EVIL!
Toyota picks his head up from the notebook he was writing in at the mention of the word. His focus becomes even more concentrated.
You already know all the stuff about how he disrespects Asians and goes against the government and their peace-minded benevolence. A shady character, I tell ya. He also has this new trainer, but he seems like nothing more than a goof as well. Not a good driver either; he nearly hit me and my gram on the way to the supermarket the other day.
Toyota is still scribbling down notes furiously, not missing anything that comes out of his partners mouth.
As far as King goes, hes a wild card. I took care of him a few weeks ago, but he got the pin on Armando in their tag victory last week. Of course, all this history doesnt really matter for him as apparently he doesnt remember hardly anything. That is, of course, except for the fact that he is aligned with EVIL!
Toyota perks up once again. He absorbs every new syllable and tidbit of information greedily.
There really isnt much more to either of them, but the way I see it, theyve only been teaming for one match. Weve been teaming together for months upon months. Weve been together through the hard times and the good times. We are wearing gold around are waists. We are strong! We are Brothers in Arms!
Toyota grins confidently at his partner, knowing they are prepared. He gets up, ready to proceed more important matters.
Are you ready for the grand tour?
Hammond nods and goes to follow Toyota through the glorious town of Hirusaki.
You see that tree over there? Did I ever tell you about the time I climbed all the way to the top and ate a whole nest full of bald eagle eggs?
Hammond laughs and continues to listen in anticipation of what is sure to be a very long day. He knows that once Toyota starts reminiscing, he cant be stopped.
We come in to a locker room at a house show and see James King on his phone.
Yes, I understand that-ok, I just-Ok now-WILL YOU LET ME TALK? Thank you. Ok, you told me what Doug said, and I agree with that. I talked to Mister already and we talk about a plan to have. If he hasn't told you about it yet, then we can talk more on Meltdown. Good-bye.
He hangs up his phone and grabs a bottle of Tylenol.
He means well, but it always give me a headache talking to him.
He gets up and walks to the door. When he goes outside, he walks into Leon Kensworth.
Hey James, I was just looking for you. Mind if I get a quick interview for the site?
No, no. Come walk with me though.
They head down the hall. King walks with a barely noticeable limp, and with a purpose. Leon keeps with his pace as he goes through his questions.
Now, last week you had a good showing against two new rookies in Armando Paradyse and Action Saxton. What are you're thoughts on that match?
While still walking, King looks down at Leon, thinking back to said match.
They had a good show also. Saxton showed some good things despite not having a tryout match. They both will go far here.
Ok now this week, you and Dr. Alhazred face the tag team champions, the Brothers in Arms. How are you feeling about that match?
A small smile begins to show on King's face. A combination of new found confidence from getting his first win and knowing he has a plan.
I could say that I'm completely ready for it, which is true. I could also say that we know what we're getting into. Alhazred faced Toyota at his Ascension debut, and I faced Hammond in mine. But something I have to say, Is that I'm nervous as hell. My third match, and I am facing the tag team champions. This is big.
Ok, now last question. What happened?
They are now at the arena's canteen. James stops at one of the tables set up outside.He stops smiling at this question.
What?
What happened with the crash?
*sigh* I was wondering how long it would be. Ok, give me a minute.
James goes over and gets a bottle of water, then walks back over to the table that Leon and he were sitting at.
Ok. I was up in Maine visiting family. It was late at night, and I was at an intersection. When I went to go across, a car of six teens came across and rammed right into me. Half of them were drunk and the others were high. I spent a month on life support. When I was off, I couldn't remember anything. It took three months of rehabilitation to get me back on my feet, figuratively speaking. I didn't know what to do.
What about your parents?
My mother...
James looks down, a look of sadness on his face after remembering that night.
She was with me. She took the worst of it. While I was on support for one month, she was on for three. During my rehab, I kept begging to see her. I was already too late to see her when I got released for rehab.
He looks up, but not at Leon. He look at a spot on the wall, with confusion written on his face.
My father, I don't know. He was gone before it happened, I remember that much. I haven't seen him since he left. I think he's gone too.
James wipes a tear from his eye.
You didn't have to share that if you didn't want to.
No, that helped bring some stress off. On Meltdown, I will bring more off when me and Alhazred beat the BiA. Good-bye, Leo.
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