Chapter Nine – “An Everlasting Unity”
“And the challenger, from
The crowd cheered wildly as some cheesy Japanese music began to play over the PA system. Meanwhile, in the audience Rika shook her head in disgust.
“Are you sure this is where they are?” she asked Takato quietly. “I don’t see them as the professional wrestling type.”
Takato looked at Rika and smiled swallowing a chunk of his hot dog.
“What’s the matter Rika?” he asked smirking. “I would have though you of all people would love professional wrestling.”
Rika rolled her eyes.
“Not really,” she replied. “It reminds me of the ballet ... and I HATE the ballet.”
Takato raised an eyebrow.
“O... kay,” he said giving a low
whistle. “And I’m ninety-nine percent sure that the two of them are here. I’m a
real wrestling buff, so I know where to look up the real names of a lot of the
competitors. Last night ... er... early this morning
I mean, I looked up their names really quick, and there they were. They happen
to be on tour here in
Henry shushed them.
“Here they come,” he whispered as the crowd’s cheers became deafening. “Right there!”
Sure enough, two people stepped onto the stage dressed in elaborate costumes to show off their Japanese origin. The man was muscular and draped in white cape with the Rising Sun on the back. He also adorned a mask. Beside him was an attractive looking Japanese woman, also wearing a mask in a skimpy outfit that barely covered her up. She smiled and gave the crowd the thumbs up just as a flurry of fireworks and pyro encased the entrance way. From there, they began walking down the ramp slowly towards the ring where a very muscular and dangerous looking white man stood, a gold and silver championship belt draped around his waist.
“That’s the defending champion,” Takato
informed them expertly. “’The
“Just Guile?” Rika asked. “He doesn’t have a last name?”
“No,” Agent Martin, who was apparently a huge AMW fan
himself, informed. “He’s ... er ... like
“Oh brother,” Rika said in disbelief. “I don’t understand how the two of them could eve become professional wrestlers ... and look at her! What happened to the rest of her clothes? I can see her nipples, and even the outline of her-”
“Look who’s talking Mrs. S&M,” Jeri laughed pointing at Rika’s sleeveless leather catsuit, complete with several different chains. “Do you wear cowhide everyday?”
Rika scowled at her.
“Hey,” she said raising an eyebrow. “It’s a fashion statement. At least you can’t see anything you’re not supposed to see. I can’t stand the conservative look. I don’t know how you do it Jeri.”
Jeri, who was wearing her auburn hair long and had on a long black dress smiled at Rika thoughtfully before turning her attention back to the more important matters at hand.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
“Sorry,” Agent Martin said rummaging in his pocket. “I have to take this call; someone is supposed to be getting back to me on something concerning the government ...”
Henry narrowed his eyes at the man who had blown up half a city block, Martin.
“Was that the Power Rangers theme?” he asked curiously. “You know the one that-”
But then they heard the sound of the ring bell and turned their attention to the ring where “Kokoro” was sizing up the opponent, Guile, who cracked her neck from side to side and flexed his humungous muscles in an attempt to scare the challenger. Suddenly Kokoro rushed forward in attempt to bum rush Kokoro but Guile simply stepped to the side and extended his arm, which Kokoro ran into. The crowd gave a loud “Ohhhhh!”
“Clothesline!” said one of the ring announcers. “Boy I tell you, Mayanaka Koroko made a little error in judgment with that gambit. His manager, Damarou looks a little worried.”
“Well Bill,” said the other commentator. “You also have to take into account that Mayanaka is still rather new to American wrestling styles. Rather than try to outwrestle opponents, American wrestlers are more likely to take a more brutal approach to things. Mayanaka has to remember that he’s in there with a brawler, not a submissionist or a grappler like he’s used to.”
“Wow,” Rika said in disbelief. “That looked ... painful ...”
Mayanaka got back to his feet but swayed uneasily, his equilibrium still affected by his error in judgment. Damarou was banging on the apron of the ring in support. Mayanaka gave her the thumbs up before running to the ropes and rebounding back getting ready for some kind of flying attack because he jumped into the air and-
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” went the crowd.
“Sweet merciful-” Henry gasped.
“That’ll leave a mark,” went an announcer. “He just clotheslined him to hell – in midair folks!”
“Tom, when your caught in a move like that, gravity is not your friend. Did you see the way he did a horizontal three-sixty in midair?”
“Well one thing is for sure Bill, Mayanaka Kokoro isn’t getting up, despite the desperate cries of his manager, Damarou. Now The California Dream is going to the cover- shoulders are down!”
“Dammit,” Agent Martin said putting his phone away. “Must’ve been a prank call ...”
“ONE!”
“What happened?” Takato asked him.
“TWO!”
“All I heard was silence, and then they hung up after five seconds of me saying ‘hello? hello?’ ... the bastards.”
“TH-”
The crowd gave a thunderous roar.
“He kicked out! He kicked out! Shoulders are off the mat, and The Dream looks livid!”
“Yeah Tom, he was hoping to end this one quickly, but it doesn’t look like the number one contender is going to go down without a fight!”
Henry looked at Rika whose eyes were glued to the action.
“I thought you didn’t like the ‘ballet,’” he asked, but Rika didn’t seem to here him. Meanwhile, Mayanaka was being whipped to the ropes by Guile, and he bent over preparing to flip him upon his return, but Mayanaka dived between his legs and slid to the other side of the ring. The crowd went wild. Guile turned around looking dumfounded and was met by a kick to the shin.
“And now its Mayanako’s turn to get on the offensive!”
“FINISH HIM!” Rika yelled and the group turned to stare at her. “FINISH HIM!”
Mayanako kicked again, but this time to the back of Guile’s leg causing him to fall impulsively on one knee. Then Mayanako let loose unleashing roundhouses at lightning-quick speed to the body and arms until finally Guile was on both knees. That’s when Mayanako unleashed the most violent spinning roundhouse to the back of Guile’s head ever seen.
SNAP!
“Mayanako is going for the cover! One! Two! THREE!”
The crowd went wild as the cheesy Asian music queued again and the referee grabbed Mayanako’s hand thrusting it into the air as a sign of victory.
“I don’t believe it!” a commentator screamed. “Mayanako Kokoro has beaten the undisputed World Heavyweight champ, and he did it in less than a minute! This is unheard of!”
Jeri smiled and turned to Henry.
“Only a Tamer ...”
After the match, Mayanako and Damarou were walking to their car, their ring attires still on when they were greeted by a large black man wearing black sunglasses and a trenchcoat.
“Yes?” Damarou asked stopping short of him. She had met crazed fans before and didn’t take chances.
“Mrs. Ai? Mr. Mako?” the shady looking man inquired.
“Yeah, that’s us,” they said removing their masks. “What do you want?”
“I’m Agent Martin of the
* * *
“You want us to do what?” Mako asked flabbergasted. “Maybe I misheard you, but I thought you just asked us to-”
“Join up with us to break into Technowerx
headquarters tonight,” Rika said suddenly. She hated pretense. “Yes that’s what
we said. We need experts on Digimon, and with all of
the Monster Makers either dead or otherwise inaccessible we’re trying to
collect all of the Tamers. It was just by luck that you were on tour in the
states. We’ll have to head to
Agent Martin nodded.
“We were unable to locate my sister,” Henry said. “She’s
on some archeological dig in
“Wait, wait, wait,” Ai said stepping forward. Henry was
trying very hard not to stare at her in her skimpy wrestling outfit. “Its in the afternoon. How are you going
to fly to
Rika snorted.
“Who said anything about stealth?” she said rolling her eyes. “If we’re correct everyone in that building is an evil Digimon in disguise. There’s no amount of stealth in the world that’ll get us past that.”
“The Digimon have superhuman abilities,” Takato explained seeing Mako’s confused look. “Meaning the chances are slim and none for us to sneak past them. We’re better off just blasting our way in. Henry has weapons that can stun them.”
“-And that’s about all they do,” Henry said sadly. “It should cause them to revert to their digital forms allowing for their removal from the corporal world, but it just fazed them. Its almost like their not Digimon or something ... weird.”
Rika ignored Henry’s techno-talk.
“Look, as long as you can push and button and pull a trigger,” she said. “You’re in.”
“But Rika,” Ai said worriedly. “We’re just professional wrestlers after all, we’re not fabulous warriors or something. What if we screw everything up?”
“Don’t worry,” Rika said smiling. “Takato doesn’t even have a job, but he jumped on the boat pretty quickly ... er... sorry Takato.”
All Takato could do is sigh.
“Well ... alright,” Mako said nodding. “If this is as serious as you say it is, we have no real choice but to help out. The world depends on us.”
“Too bad we don’t have Impmon to protect us,” Ai said to Mako and Mako nodded.
“Jordan Burgess and his cronies have screwed up the walls between realities,” Henry explained. “Transferring between this rift could be dangerous, and could further the permanent damage to both worlds. We have to nip this problem in the bud from this side, and this side only.”
“And as for these Kazu and Kenta characters,” Agent Martin said smirking. “The Thunderground has that all taken care of ...”
* * *
“Oh my God!” Jeri shouted wobbling a little bit on her feet. “I had a pretty good idea that having my molecules split and ‘thrown’ across the planet would be a little weird, but I didn’t know how ... disorienting it could be ...”
Agent Ronal Potente, the huge Filipino, smiled at her kindly.
“Transporting from
“So we exactly were we?” Jeri asked leaning against a wall
well aware that her bun was out of place. “I mean in between the time we were
in
Ronald glanced at Agent Long Mi, the short Agent who was also Filipino. Long snickered.
“You ... um ... don’t want to know,” Ronald assured her tapping her on the shoulder. “Now let’s find these Kazu and Kenta fellows ...”
Jeri sighed, gulped hard and got back her own feet trying to shake off her dizziness and consequential sickness.
“Sure thing guys,” she said. She began walking and was followed by Agents Potente, Mi, and Buttler whom Jeri hadn’t said a word to since last night. “Its good to be back home at least, right?”
Agent Potente and Mi glanced at each other.
“We’re Filipino,” Agent Mi said raising an eyebrow. “So technically we’re American anyway.”
Jeri smiled nervously.
“Sorry,” she said.
“I’m not even Asian,” Keyana said laughing.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jeri said shortly.
“Oh ...”
“How do you know the location of these two anyway?” Agent Mi asked curiously. “After all, they’re not in the Secret Service or the DAD like you, are they?”
Jeri laughed and shook her head.
“Takato thinks he wasted his life or something,” Jeri said sadly. “But I don’t think he did. I just think he chose the quiet path in life, whether it was by choice or not. Kazu and Kenta ... well, I’ve been in contact with them even after the D-Reaper incident. They keep asking me for favors since I’m a respected government official and all ... mostly to get their butts off the line for some felony they committed.”
“But you’re in the ‘secret’ service!” Agent Potente said in disbelief. “If their civilians, how do they know you’re ...”
“Because they have access to any and all information,” Jeri said sighing. “They became hackers as they grew older, and good ones at that. By the time they were eighteen; they could hack into the most secure government websites at will and completely switch the source code. One time the DAD web database was turned into Disney dot com. and that’s just what they do for fun! Of course they’d look up old friends, and when they found out I was so high on the governmental chain, they called in a few favors. I should have just reported them ... but they’re my friends after all ... no matter how felonious their antics. Anyway, they claim to have retired ...”
They soon reached Kazu and Kenta’s flat in a secluded neighborhood, and were knocking on the door.
“Heyyyyy,” came the slurred voice of some bald man whose eyes were filled with red veins. “Hey, who ordered the chicks?”
“W-what did he say?” Agent Mi asked. He didn’t speak Japanese. “And why does it smell so funny.”
Jeri smiled at Agent Mi politely.
“T-that would be the marijuana,” Jeri said quickly, and before he could reply, she turned around and began speaking Japanese to the bald man. “Where are the losers?”
The bald guy smiled lewdly.
“You are such a hot bitch,” he said slowly. “That dress is fucking hot ... makes me want to fuck you right now ...”
“What the hell is he saying?” Agent Potente asked angrily.
“Er ...” Jeri stammered. “He ... uh ... said that he loves Americans. Yep ... that’s what he said ...”
She laughed nervously.
“Tell me where the fuck Kazu and Kenta are, or I’ll feed you your own testicles you perverted pussybitch,” Jeri growled. “I’m not fucking playing.”
“Hentai?” Keyana asked aloud. “What the hell does that mean?”
“They’re inside,” the bald guy said sadly. “You’re never and fucking fun Juri ...”
“Be quiet now and I won’t make good on my promise,” Jeri offered. “Now, let’s go. Move it Yamato”
The bald man, Yamato, grumbled and stumbled his way into the apartment which was dimly lit and filled with smoke.
“I think I smell something burning,” Keyana said sniffing. “Maybe you should call nine one one.”
“So, who are your dumb American friends?” Yamato asked as they walked through the halls of the apartment complex. “And can I get the number of the black one? She’s almost as hot as you ...”
“What’s he saying?”
“He said that ... um ... they’re honored to be in the presence of visitors,” Jeri lied.
“Oh ... right back at him then.”
“Dumb faggots,” Yamato muttered as he opened a door at the end of the hall. “They’re in here Juri.”
“I’d like you to stay outside,” Jeri murmured. “For security reasons.”
Yamato huffed angrily.
“Fine, I’m going upstairs to get some more dope,” he said. “Don’t let the door hit your asses on the fucking way out bitch.”
And with that Yamato took his leave. They all then proceeded to walk into the smoke-filled room. Keyana immediately began hacking.
“Oh God, my lungs,” she said in a raspy voice. “It feels like they’re burning.”
Jeri ignored her and directed her attention to two men were conversing on a couch. She recognized them immediately as her “friends” Kazu and Kenta. They stopped talking as she began walking towards them.
“Heeeeyyyyyyy!” they cried simultaneously. “It’s our good friend Chibi!”
“Don’t call me that,” Jeri said. “I’ve told you a thousand times to refer to me as Mrs. Katou! I’m a government official!”
“Nonsense,” Kazu said reaching for the ashtray, but Jeri gave him a stern look so he rethought the action. “You’ll always be good ‘ol Juri to us, no matter how big an important you think you are.”
“Or we can call you chibi.”
“That, or Agent Tight-Ass ...”
“Enough!” Jeri screamed holding her hands to her ears.
“I’m sick of you disrespecting me even though I’ve gotten you out of at least a
hundred jams. If it weren’t for me, you’d be serving ten life sentences. That
job you did with the bank computers of
Agent Potente leaned over to Agent Buttler and whispered in her ear.
“Do you understand a single word they’re saying?” he asked her quietly.
“Not a word,” she said smirking. “You?”
“The only thing I recognize is ‘chibi’,”
Long said. “My father used to deal with exports to Japan when we life in the
“Well?”
“I think it means toilet or something ...”
“... you know we’re only joking around with you Juri,” Kenta said. He was so intoxicated by his drug ingestion that he suddenly noticed the three confused Agents behind Jeri. He apparently found something funny because he gave a great hearty laugh. “Who the fuck are they?”
Jeri looked at whom he was talking about and blinked. She’d almost forgotten they were there.
“These are my friends,” she said. “Agents Potente, Mi, and Buttler. They’re from Ameri...”
“Ohhhh!” Kenta said stupidly. “Americans! Can you translate Juri? My English is a bit rusty.”
Jeri sighed, and Kenta cleared his throat.
“Greetings dumbasses and dumbass-ettes,” he announced. “I come to you retards in peace!”
“Jeri?” Agent Potente asked looking at Kenta who had looked right at him.
“Um, he says hi and welcome to
“Oh,” Ronald said smiling politely. “Tell him that
“He says thank you for your kindness,” Jeri translated and Kazu and Kenta snickered.
“Now then, my dumbass American friends,” Kazu continued. “I just have one question for you.”
“He says he has a question for you.”
“Shoot,” Agent Mi said.
“He says go ahead,” Jeri sighed.
“Alright,” Kazu said. “The question is ... are you gay?”
“He asks if you’re ... um ... happy.”
Long shrugged.
“I guess.”
“He says he guesses,” Jeri told her two friends.
“Does your mom know you’re gay?”
“He asks if your mother is happy as well ...”
“Of course.”
“He said yes.”
Kazu and Kenta began laughing hysterically.
“Do you’re balls hang low American?” Kazu asked.
“Do they wobble to and thro?”
“Can you them in a not?”
“Can you tie them in a bow?”
“Can you sling them over your shoulder like a continental soldier?”
“That’s enough,” Jeri said and the two of them pursued
their mirth. “I didn’t come all the way to