Volume #4 --- Big Trouble in Little Tokyo

[ComiKaze]

Things haven’t been going so well for our duo as of late. The man in Black has been giving them a run for their money as Snake Boy and the Red Crow look to make a splash in APW and on Meltdown, pushing them one step closer to the tag team titles that the man in black so desperately wants.

Last time we saw these two, they were being pushed around by Krunk and Young Mannie shortly after The Red Crow was whiskers away from qualifying for the North American Title match at One Night In Hell, and yes, The Crows infatuation with Aubrey J Parker still is waiting to unfold.

We follow the duo as they make their way across the world to the land of the rising sun.

Japan.

That surely will be hell.

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BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE TOKYO
or thats what they are saying

Little Tokyo
Los Angeles, California



Not far from their hometown, the duo are out and about in preparation for their travels. A trip today finds them searching for the perfect costumes for the Battle Royal at the up and coming One Night in Hell event.

Down one of the side streets, the duo have found a shop with bright neon lights outside which they are lead to believe is a fancy dress shop. Inside, both Snakeboy and the Red Crow are standing over the counter, waiting for some service. Some beads hanging from a doorway begin to rattle as a small Japanese man wanders through. The duo glance over at him and wait for him to approach.

“KON-EECH-EEE-WAA” shouts the Red Crow putting his hands together and nodding his head as the man approaches the counter. “WE LIKE SOME SERVICE PLEASE” the Red Crow raises his voice as if the man cannot hear him. Snakeboy palms his head in his hand and shakes his head.

“Alright Dude, I can hear ya. How can i help you today?” responds the man not looking too pleased at the Red Crow.

“WOAH!! My man speak American! Thats awesome.” murmurs the Red Crow as he looks at Snakeboy in disbelief. “Dude, I don't know if you can help us, but we could use some new threads, ya know the kind the fat guys wear, but with a little more cloth to cover the front if you know what I’m saying” Crow winks at the man who looks at him frustratingly.

“You do realize I don't have to serve you right?” The man pauses and looks them up and down. “What's wrong with your costumes anyway?” he questions.

The Red Crow looks angry and goes to leap forward but is restrained by Snakeboy.

“HISSSSSSSS” Snakeboy lets out a huge hiss directed at Crow.

“Sorry dude, I lost control” mutters The Red Crow. “You see sir, these are not costumes, they are our uniforms. We protect the city from guys like you. Now if you wouldn't mind, two of your best Japanese loin cloths please, the kind like the guys with buns on their head wear.” The Red Crow laughs at his own joke

“Uniforms? You guys are crazy. What exactly do you want the Mawashi for?” questions the shop keeper

“We are wrestlers, you know a real job. Somewhere right here in Tokyo we are preparing for a night in hell and we thought it would be appropriate to wear your traditional clothing. Talk about respect right?” as that is said, Snakeboy takes one look at the Red Crow and turns to leave the shop. Crow reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder stopping him in his tracks.

“Where do you think you are going?” questions the Crow.

“HISSSSSSSSS” Snakeboys hisses sound angry and has the Crow raising his eyebrows.

“What do you mean, we're not fighting in this Tokyo?” Crow responds quizzically

“HIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” hisses Snakeboy as he motions with his arms.

“Wait? Tokyo, Japan?” Crow looks puzzled now.

“HHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” hisses Snakeboy nodding his head.

“I wish you would have told me. I look like a right idiot in front of this dude now.” Crow turns his attention back to the man. “I apologize for Snake’s rudeness there, apparently there is another Tokyo, who would have thought?” Crow smiles at the man.

“You know you guys are idiots right?” questions the man.

“Ahem” Crow pauses. “Its not his fault, his parents were drunks and he had an obsession with snakes. Anyway, the costumes?” questions Crow.

“Don't you worry, I have just the thing for you.” The man turns around and begins to search the shelf. He pulls down a small bundle of clothing and passes it to the Red Crow.

“I insist. You must try this on sir. Right this way.” The man motions towards a changing area in the corner and leads the Red Crow over to it. Crow enters the space and draws the curtain behind him.


FIVE MINUTES LATER


“WHAT THE HELL!” The curtains begin to move and Crow falls backwards landing on his ass. Snakeboy rushes over and quickly stops in his tracks. Rising to his feet, the Red Crow looks himself up and down realizing that the man had handed him a pair of tight black PVC trunks that also happened to be crotch less.

Snakeboy drops his head in shame and the attendant leers over and smiles at the duo.

“If you hadnt have been so ignorant, you would have realized that the sign said SEX SHOP. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The man begins to laugh and Snakeboy just turns and leaves the shop shaking his head, while The Red Crow blushes from under his mask and tries to hide his package.

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With the reality sinking in that the duo are going to have to make it across not only the country, but halfway across the world, this trip is going to seem like a lifetime away. A misunderstanding that may cost them in actually making it to Japan on time, will also land them in trouble with ‘the man in black’

Still without their Masawi, the duo continue on their way.

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STILL in Little Tokyo
About half an hour or so later


The duo have made their way to what they hope is an internet cafe. A coffee bar, computers and guys in glasses staring into the screen, this is exactly what they are looking for.

Ignoring everyone else around them they have slinked off into a corner and found an isolated computer with a webcam attached. Crow looks worried, but Snakeboy is urging him forward. After a few moments of messing around with some loose change for the computer, Crow pulls up Skype and enters his information. reluctantly he holds off connecting.

“Seriously, I don't think we have to tell him do we? I’m sure he will just laugh it up.” mutters Crow as he lets out a nervous laugh.

“Hisssss” Snakeboy leans forward and tries to hit the enter key but his hand is stopped by the Red Crow.

“Please, not now, maybe later?” The Red Crow is sweating profusely as Snakeboy knows his hand away and hits the key. The program kicks in and connects and before they can do anything else, it begins to ring at them.

“AWWW SNAP!! see what you did there” snaps the Red Crow as Snakeboy clicks on ‘answer’

Staring straight at the duo through the computer screen is the man only known as the ‘man in black’. His face is hidden by the shadows as the two look on nervously.

“Hey boss! We were just about t---” The Red Crow is interrupted.

“Do I dare ask what you two idiots are doing in Los Angeles? You are meant to be halfway around the world preparing for upcoming events, not visiting family. I expect you have a good answer for me?” The man in black pauses awaiting a response. A few moments of silence pass.

“TODAY PLEASE KIDS!” the man in black raises his voice.

“Hissssssss” responds Snakeboy.

“What exactly is that meant to mean?” responds an agitated man in black.

“It means nothing boss. We were, erm---” Red Crow hesitates. “We were just on our way to the airport when we stopped off to get our national wear for the fight when we our car got a flat.” Crow seems pleased with himself.

“National dress? Why would you need that?” Screams an angered man in black.

“You know the loin cloths that they wear? Just trying to fit in boss.” Crow one again seems pleased with his response.

“And why would you need that? Why would ‘loin cloths’ help you in a Japanese Death match?” he questions.

“Death match? Japanese Death Match?” Crow seems confused.

“Hissssssssssssss” interrupts Snakeboy.

“What do you mean you told me?” Crow turns to Snakeboy and realises the computer is still connected. “I mean-- erm, Yeah, JAPANESE DEATH MATCH! AWESOME!”

“Yeah, not quite. You could have been competing for the North American championship had you not messed up. I still think that I messed up recruiting you guys.” The man in black's voice seems to be getting angrier

“Not at all boss, we are just playing around. So this Deathmatch, what does it actually entail?” questions the Red Crow.

“It doesn't matter what it entails, you just have to win the damn thing. There are two of you, you already have the advantage, you just need to turn up and do exactly what I showed you. its not going to be easy, you are getting mixed with some top guys in there. Johnny Knuckles--”

“Ha! Knucklehead.” Red Crow interrupts but the man in black carries on.

“John Dionysus---”

“Ha! Dinosaur” The Red Crow continues to interrupt.

“Mr Dangerous---”

“Ha! Mr Dangerous.” The Red Crow pauses and realized that the man in black isn't playing around.

“Hisssssss” Snakeboy pipes up in the background.

“What did he say?” snaps the man in black.

“Who? Oh Snakey-- wait a minute what's that?” Crow puts his hand over his mouth and begins to make a crackling sound. “I think you are breaking up.”


“I don't hear anything. Thats you making the noises, I can see you.” snaps the man in black once more.

“Yeah, definitely you, I think you are heading into a tunnel.” Crow raises his hands once more and begins to crackle again.

“You are skating on thi----”

---connection lost---

The Red Crow has leaned forward and hit the disconnect key.

“Phew! He goes on a bit doesn't he?” Crow ponders the question to Snakeboy not expecting a response.

“Hissssssss” responds Snakeboy

“Well, he shouldn't go on and on, he gets a bit boring after a while. Anyway, you knew about this match?" questions the Red Crow

“Hisssssss” Snakeboy flails his arms in mid air.

“A Battle Royal deathmatch? Woah, that is some crazy shit. I think we need a game plan, and thats exactly what we will do right after we get our loin cloths. He did mention a few names though, how many people are we actually fighting?” The Red Crow

“Hisssssssssssssssss” responds Snakeboy

“Ten? You think you can beat none guys while I take on one? We need to make a name for ourselves here, I can't see Yarmouth and Raab being much trouble, they weren't much of a tag team. Look, you do the hard work and we will celebrate glory together, what do ya say?” Crow holds out a fist expecting Snakeboy to fistbump him.


“HHHIIISSSSSS” hisses Snakeboy as he kicks back his chair and begins to storm out of the cafe.

“C’mon! Don't be like that. Was it something I said?” Crow aims the statement at Snakeboy who has left the building. He turns back to the computer which still has some time remaining on it.

“Right, lets see where I can get me some good old American loin cloths!”

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With the duo seemingly on rocky terms, and not a Masawi in sight, what does the future hold for the dynamic pair?

Will they make it to Japan?

Will they actually compete in the Japanese Deathmatch?

Will Red Crow impress Aubrey J Parker with his ‘loin cloth’

All this and more to come...

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