Disclaimer: If I owned UM, I would make this FanFic into an episode, now wouldn't I? I'd love to own UM, but I don't... I will soon... though... with my really cool ray gun which needs new batteries!!
Small Note: I'll be more likely to continue this if I get reviews... Though you'll have to wait for the Mars and Kevin parts in the next chapter, so... please review... --
Chapter One: The Drunken Chojin
The night sky was dotted with shinning stars; the full moon was high in the sky glittering down on the streets of London. The cold outside was silent, but from inside a small club was cheering, yelling, screaming and laughing. It had been a year after Kid Muscle won the Chojin Crown. Did Kevin Mask have a grudge? No, not really. Kevin knew how he lost, and wasn't too bothered. The family's hate had been sealed and all was good. Kevin travelled back to England, and meet a few "friends" there. Other wrestlers, not as good as him, but friends. Kevin had no intention of going into any huge Championship Wrestling matches or Tournaments for along time. All he wanted to do was enjoy himself. A few months ago, he met a good wrestler, who quickly became his best friend. Alan "Alpha" Sherant, funny man, and a great friend.
Not many people were around the Wrestling Ring, but they made as much noise as one hundred fans. About 30 people were there; watching Kevin Mask drunkenly block the other mans hits. Kevin would drift to the side a bit and almost lose his balance, but no one had landed a single punch on him, and he was drunk! The taller, stronger looking man panted in the corner of the ring, while Kevin stared up at the blazing white lights above. He felt dizzy and tired, but he wasn't too bothered about his condition.
"Alan, pass me another –hic! ...Beer..." Kevin mumbled under his mask. A man, as tall as Kevin and as strong looking nodded from the side of the ring. Alan was a strange wrestler, his hair was dirty and dyed purple, he wore a long cape, which was the Welsh flag, and was dressed in red, green and white clothes. Alan bent down and tossed Kevin a cold can.
"Here you go champ!" Alan laughed, stumbling over a few words. Being Welsh, he wasn't used to speaking English too much, but was going fine. Kevin reached out to grab the can, but missed. He cursed, and bent down picking it up. Poured the beer through his mask, getting some up his nose and in his eyes. It trickled down his neck and top-less chest. Kevin thanked Alan with another "hic" somewhere in the sentence.
"Hey Mask, you just keep drinkin' that stuff, sooner or lata' I'll be pounding your face into the Ring Post! No one can fight afta' they've had that much to drink!" Snarled Kevin's opponent from the corner of the ring. Kevin threw his drink aside, hiccing again. His foe lunged forward, but Kevin merely stepped dizzily to the side. The men around cheered and whistled, no doubt easily entertained. Suddenly, Kevin smacked his foe right in the face with super fast speed and power. Alan cheered from the outside of the ring.
"Nice bitch slap Kevin!" Alan shouted, still cheering. Kevin staggered to the side, but ran forward, his fist connecting with his opponent's eye. "He's still super fast, even when drunk!" Alan murmured to himself. As Kevin's foe whimpered on the mat, Kevin kicked him hard in the shoulders, making his foe slam the canvas with his fist and giving up. Kevin cheered, along with everyone else.
"Who can –hic! Defeat the dru -hic! ...Ah... Drunken Chojin?" Kevin Mask yelled, once again hiccupping through his sentence. He waited for anyone else to enter the ring, but no one came. So instead, Kevin cheered with everyone else, hiccupping half way through. "No one? Oh –hic! ...Well!" Kevin shouted. Suddenly, someone stepped into the ring, and everyone fell silent. Kevin's eyesight was too blurred too see who it was, but whoever was entering the ring did not look like a Chojin, at all. Kevin saw the fighter clearer, and burst out laughing. He lost his balance and fell hard on the floor. "You're not a... a...." Kevin began.
"Chojin." Alan finished blankly. Kevin hiccupped once more, staggering to his feet. Stood before him, was a women. She was only a head smaller than Kevin, with light, long blonde hair. Her eyes were bright blue, glittering in the light. All she wore was a baggy red t-shirt and blue jeans, yet Kevin couldn't see the beauty of this fighter, being drunk and all.
"This isn't a... a... -hic! Back ally fight..." Kevin laughed. Alan rolled his eyes.
"It is..." He muttered, also muttering something else in Welsh. The women grinned at Kevin.
"Kevin Mask... drunk, in this place? I thought you could do better than beating up a load of punks. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be enough too keep you on your toes." The women said smirking. "I'm Sarah, by the way. It's rude to knock someone out without telling them your name." She laughed. The cheering began again.
"What?" Kevin asked, staggering too the side. Sarah rolled her eyes, muttering something about men. A few of the people around the ring started to chant, "fight!" and drunkenly, Kevin began to circle Sarah. He was confident he could beat her; she didn't look like a fighter, more of a house cleaner, or something along those lines. Kevin staggered forward slowly, trying to hit her with a fast punch, but missed easily. He moved for another punch, but missed again. This time, Sarah attacked, kicking Kevin hard in the knees. Kevin staggered back and fell to the ground, hiccupping as he fell.
"Ha! You're not so tough!" Sarah laughed in his face. Alan watched the fight doubtfully, his eyebrow twitching every time Kevin was hit. Kevin staggered to his feet, running at Sarah wearily with his fist in the air. However, Sarah caught his fist in midair, and punched Kevin hard in his chest. Kevin staggered back once more, Alan still twitching. "Stop the fight!" Alan shouted, jumping into the ring. The crowd stopped cheering, and instead started mumbling. Kevin Mask hiccupped and cursed Alan. "Obvi...Obviously..." Alan began, stumbling over "Obviously". "You're a Chojin. That means, you have talent like Kevin, and you're not like anyone else. Your skills are better than a normal Wrestler, but seen; as Kevin is drunk he fights like a talented normal wrestler. It's just not fair that you're fighting a drunk Chojin." Alan announced. The crowd booed him and hissed at Alan, but Alan ignored him.
"Hey, Kevin was the one who wanted to fight me!" Shouted Sarah. She clenched her fist hard, ready to punch Kevin as soon as he walked near her. Kevin staggered around Alan, almost tripping over.
"I can keep... err... hic! Fighting! Yeah... fight...fight...fighting..." Kevin stuttered. He suddenly stopped his sentence, and fell face down on the mat. Alan raised his eyebrow, and Sarah just blinked.
"He's... fallen asleep?" Alan laughed, staring at Kevin on the ground. "There, now it's over. Come fight him some other time!" Alan snapped at Sarah.
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It took awhile for Alan to get Kevin out of the crowd, but never the less, Alan managed to drag Kevin back to their apartment. People sometimes thought they were gay, but in all honesty, Kevin wasn't, nor was Alan. They were good friends, nothing more. Alan opened the door slowly, starring around the room. It was small, dark and stank of smoke and beer. The kitchen was filled with empty beer cans and ash, while the main room was almost the same. A small TV in front of a fairly large dark couch. They only had one bed, so they switched over once a week. One would sleep on the couch, the other in the bed. It used to be all to Alan, but when Kevin and Alan became best friends they shared it. When Kevin and Robin Mask had sorted everything out, Robin offered to lend some money, but Kevin wouldn't take any. After all the matches Kevin had won, he was rich indeed, but never spent his money. It was always in his bank account, never spent. Instead, Alan and Kevin would fight people in a tag team match and use that money, not Kevin's.
Sighing heavily, Alan lay Kevin on the sofa. The Chojin slept still, but Alan didn't mind. It meant he got the bed tonight!
"I know for a fact you hate sleeping with your mask on..." Alan mumbled. He sighed once more, carefully lifting Kevin's mask off. When taking it off fully, messy, unruly light brown hair fell over Kevin's eyes. Though Kevin had been drinking for the last few months and hardly had any sleep, he still looked as young and fit as ever. Alan shrugged and stretched his arms. "Time to get some sleep..." He muttered to himself. "'Night drunken Chojin..." He laughed at Kevin, before walking to the large bedroom for some sleep.
Small Note: I'll be more likely to continue this if I get reviews... Though you'll have to wait for the Mars and Kevin parts in the next chapter, so... please review... --
Chapter One: The Drunken Chojin
The night sky was dotted with shinning stars; the full moon was high in the sky glittering down on the streets of London. The cold outside was silent, but from inside a small club was cheering, yelling, screaming and laughing. It had been a year after Kid Muscle won the Chojin Crown. Did Kevin Mask have a grudge? No, not really. Kevin knew how he lost, and wasn't too bothered. The family's hate had been sealed and all was good. Kevin travelled back to England, and meet a few "friends" there. Other wrestlers, not as good as him, but friends. Kevin had no intention of going into any huge Championship Wrestling matches or Tournaments for along time. All he wanted to do was enjoy himself. A few months ago, he met a good wrestler, who quickly became his best friend. Alan "Alpha" Sherant, funny man, and a great friend.
Not many people were around the Wrestling Ring, but they made as much noise as one hundred fans. About 30 people were there; watching Kevin Mask drunkenly block the other mans hits. Kevin would drift to the side a bit and almost lose his balance, but no one had landed a single punch on him, and he was drunk! The taller, stronger looking man panted in the corner of the ring, while Kevin stared up at the blazing white lights above. He felt dizzy and tired, but he wasn't too bothered about his condition.
"Alan, pass me another –hic! ...Beer..." Kevin mumbled under his mask. A man, as tall as Kevin and as strong looking nodded from the side of the ring. Alan was a strange wrestler, his hair was dirty and dyed purple, he wore a long cape, which was the Welsh flag, and was dressed in red, green and white clothes. Alan bent down and tossed Kevin a cold can.
"Here you go champ!" Alan laughed, stumbling over a few words. Being Welsh, he wasn't used to speaking English too much, but was going fine. Kevin reached out to grab the can, but missed. He cursed, and bent down picking it up. Poured the beer through his mask, getting some up his nose and in his eyes. It trickled down his neck and top-less chest. Kevin thanked Alan with another "hic" somewhere in the sentence.
"Hey Mask, you just keep drinkin' that stuff, sooner or lata' I'll be pounding your face into the Ring Post! No one can fight afta' they've had that much to drink!" Snarled Kevin's opponent from the corner of the ring. Kevin threw his drink aside, hiccing again. His foe lunged forward, but Kevin merely stepped dizzily to the side. The men around cheered and whistled, no doubt easily entertained. Suddenly, Kevin smacked his foe right in the face with super fast speed and power. Alan cheered from the outside of the ring.
"Nice bitch slap Kevin!" Alan shouted, still cheering. Kevin staggered to the side, but ran forward, his fist connecting with his opponent's eye. "He's still super fast, even when drunk!" Alan murmured to himself. As Kevin's foe whimpered on the mat, Kevin kicked him hard in the shoulders, making his foe slam the canvas with his fist and giving up. Kevin cheered, along with everyone else.
"Who can –hic! Defeat the dru -hic! ...Ah... Drunken Chojin?" Kevin Mask yelled, once again hiccupping through his sentence. He waited for anyone else to enter the ring, but no one came. So instead, Kevin cheered with everyone else, hiccupping half way through. "No one? Oh –hic! ...Well!" Kevin shouted. Suddenly, someone stepped into the ring, and everyone fell silent. Kevin's eyesight was too blurred too see who it was, but whoever was entering the ring did not look like a Chojin, at all. Kevin saw the fighter clearer, and burst out laughing. He lost his balance and fell hard on the floor. "You're not a... a...." Kevin began.
"Chojin." Alan finished blankly. Kevin hiccupped once more, staggering to his feet. Stood before him, was a women. She was only a head smaller than Kevin, with light, long blonde hair. Her eyes were bright blue, glittering in the light. All she wore was a baggy red t-shirt and blue jeans, yet Kevin couldn't see the beauty of this fighter, being drunk and all.
"This isn't a... a... -hic! Back ally fight..." Kevin laughed. Alan rolled his eyes.
"It is..." He muttered, also muttering something else in Welsh. The women grinned at Kevin.
"Kevin Mask... drunk, in this place? I thought you could do better than beating up a load of punks. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be enough too keep you on your toes." The women said smirking. "I'm Sarah, by the way. It's rude to knock someone out without telling them your name." She laughed. The cheering began again.
"What?" Kevin asked, staggering too the side. Sarah rolled her eyes, muttering something about men. A few of the people around the ring started to chant, "fight!" and drunkenly, Kevin began to circle Sarah. He was confident he could beat her; she didn't look like a fighter, more of a house cleaner, or something along those lines. Kevin staggered forward slowly, trying to hit her with a fast punch, but missed easily. He moved for another punch, but missed again. This time, Sarah attacked, kicking Kevin hard in the knees. Kevin staggered back and fell to the ground, hiccupping as he fell.
"Ha! You're not so tough!" Sarah laughed in his face. Alan watched the fight doubtfully, his eyebrow twitching every time Kevin was hit. Kevin staggered to his feet, running at Sarah wearily with his fist in the air. However, Sarah caught his fist in midair, and punched Kevin hard in his chest. Kevin staggered back once more, Alan still twitching. "Stop the fight!" Alan shouted, jumping into the ring. The crowd stopped cheering, and instead started mumbling. Kevin Mask hiccupped and cursed Alan. "Obvi...Obviously..." Alan began, stumbling over "Obviously". "You're a Chojin. That means, you have talent like Kevin, and you're not like anyone else. Your skills are better than a normal Wrestler, but seen; as Kevin is drunk he fights like a talented normal wrestler. It's just not fair that you're fighting a drunk Chojin." Alan announced. The crowd booed him and hissed at Alan, but Alan ignored him.
"Hey, Kevin was the one who wanted to fight me!" Shouted Sarah. She clenched her fist hard, ready to punch Kevin as soon as he walked near her. Kevin staggered around Alan, almost tripping over.
"I can keep... err... hic! Fighting! Yeah... fight...fight...fighting..." Kevin stuttered. He suddenly stopped his sentence, and fell face down on the mat. Alan raised his eyebrow, and Sarah just blinked.
"He's... fallen asleep?" Alan laughed, staring at Kevin on the ground. "There, now it's over. Come fight him some other time!" Alan snapped at Sarah.
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It took awhile for Alan to get Kevin out of the crowd, but never the less, Alan managed to drag Kevin back to their apartment. People sometimes thought they were gay, but in all honesty, Kevin wasn't, nor was Alan. They were good friends, nothing more. Alan opened the door slowly, starring around the room. It was small, dark and stank of smoke and beer. The kitchen was filled with empty beer cans and ash, while the main room was almost the same. A small TV in front of a fairly large dark couch. They only had one bed, so they switched over once a week. One would sleep on the couch, the other in the bed. It used to be all to Alan, but when Kevin and Alan became best friends they shared it. When Kevin and Robin Mask had sorted everything out, Robin offered to lend some money, but Kevin wouldn't take any. After all the matches Kevin had won, he was rich indeed, but never spent his money. It was always in his bank account, never spent. Instead, Alan and Kevin would fight people in a tag team match and use that money, not Kevin's.
Sighing heavily, Alan lay Kevin on the sofa. The Chojin slept still, but Alan didn't mind. It meant he got the bed tonight!
"I know for a fact you hate sleeping with your mask on..." Alan mumbled. He sighed once more, carefully lifting Kevin's mask off. When taking it off fully, messy, unruly light brown hair fell over Kevin's eyes. Though Kevin had been drinking for the last few months and hardly had any sleep, he still looked as young and fit as ever. Alan shrugged and stretched his arms. "Time to get some sleep..." He muttered to himself. "'Night drunken Chojin..." He laughed at Kevin, before walking to the large bedroom for some sleep.