Tenchi Survivor
Day 19
Jose Mendola
Authors Note: So I was looking through all the junk I had to move back into my dorm, and I found all my note books. I had originally planned on finishing this before I left for Kuwait, but as you can see, that fell to pieces…. And now, to make up for lost time, I'll see if I can get this done before I go home for leave…. 20 measured days. OR, if I get really slowed by whatever, we'll try and have this done before I go to Korea. Wonderful to see that you are still reading this…. I DO hope your interest has not faded… Enjoy.
Legal Notice: I do not own any of these characters, their names or their affiliation with one another. They are copyrighted named of someone that is not me or related to me. The idea of Survivor, (though a tired one) does not belong to me either. With that in mind, KEEP in mind that I am an unoriginal bastard that has nothing better to do than pound out fics for his own enjoyment.
It had been 2 days since Jose had held the last banishment challenge. No one had seen him since, but 12 hours ago, Ryoko had seen Serra take off. With any type luck that she had left, Jose would be a bloody pulp and in such a bad condition that the remaining survivors would have to leave the island right away. Ryoko had no dive to finfish this game indeed. She kicked around in the shallows of a cove to find something that she might have been able to turn into lunch. She was not a picky person at this point, and she had almost settled on the fish she found floating.
Katsuhito had been helped to the shelter the night after the drink off. Since then, he had not been up too many times except to relieve himself. After some time out of the sun and in bed, he was once again up and moving. All was well as long as he stood up slowly, moved slowly and did not breathe at anyone. The lingering affect of all the alcohol, aside from how bad he felt, was his mouth ranking in taste of somewhere between water treatment plant and Boston Taxi floor. Sure, it OCULD have been worse, but this was bad enough. At the time, Katsuhito was looking for mangos to eat and press into a hangover killing drink.
'This sucks,' Ryoko said 'NOW who am I suppose to complain about my 'girl' problems to?'
'Not me.' Katsuhito offered. 'Unless it involves girls in almost nothing, keep me out of it.'
'You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?' Ryoko asked.
'Not if I can help it.' Katsuhito sighed.
They continued looking around for food, eventually coming back tot eh camp with a few small fish.
A Fire was started and the Survivors began cooking.
'Are we out of water?' Ryoko asked.
Katsuhito picked up a rock and looked under it.
'I guess so.' He said with all sarcasm he could possibly fit in.
Ryoko ignored the comment and went to the shelter. Pulling out two wooden buckets, she tossed one at Katsuhito.
'We need water.' She reminded him 'Let's stock up before we eat.'
'But I'm so tired.' Katsuhito said 'Besides, I'm comfortable.'
Ryoko closed her eyes and sighed.
'If you do not get moving RIGHT now, I'm going to line your bed with poison ivy as you sleep.'
Katsuhito pondered his options. Not one to favor itching, he got up with the bucket and moved.
'To the spring.' He said with fake enthusiasm.
Jose was walking down a path, singing to himself.
'Hear the song of the falling rain, coming down like an Armageddon flame. The shame, the ones that died without a name. Hear the dogs howling out of key, to a hymn called Faith and Misery' Jose crossed himself.
Jose's phone rang and interrupted his next verse.
Jose checked the screen and flipped the phone open.
'I know, I was up for 24 hours serving Serra after the banishment. Yeah, I know, there was nothing I could do. She JUST left. So what's the plan now? No, that's crazy. We're going by my plan. Look, I don't care what JEFF did for his last survivors on NBC, this is JTV. Alright, tell you what, if –IF- something was to happen to the shelter, THEN I could go on with the rest of the plan?'
Jose walked into the survivors came while the coo owner of JTV kept talking. A fire was burning and no one was around. Jose smiled to himself and pulled out his Zippo.
'So, IF something happened, I could go on as I had planned? Great.' Jose lit the lighter and watched the flame in a trance. 'I got to go. Something just came up. I'll call you back later.' Jose closed the phone and replaced it in his pocket. 'Step one,' Jose said to himself 'Saying goodbye.' Jose dropped the lighter at the base of the shelter. 'On holiday!' Jose yelled.
The two remaining survivors, buckets loaded, were heading toward the jungle line that was near the campsite. There was a funny smell in the air.
'What is that?' Ryoko asked 'It smells like burning trash.'
'There's a lot of smoke too.' Katsuhito pointed out. 'I don't like the looks of this.'
The survivors arrived at the site and almost dropped their buckets at what they saw.
Where their shelter had been, only a black circle remained that contained smoldering tinder's, logs and some other melted things. Jose was standing next to the chard remains with a garden hose, soaking down everything that might still be hot.
'What the crap happened here?' Ryoko demanded 'Our shelter!'
'Our STUFF!' Katsuhito added.
'Well look who's back.' Jose said 'Mr. and Ms. Don't keep an eye on the fire. See what happens when you leave a fire unattended?'
'So what's going to happen now?' Katsuhito asked.
'Well, when I showed up here, I had a revelation. This loss will be the first of the Super 6.'
'Super 6?' Ryoko and Katsuhito echoed.
'The final challenges will be a return of the banishments that the other survivors had to go through. This on, the first, shall be in remembrance of the first survivor to go, Sasami. Asked to leave because she was underage, the same way you said goodbye to her, say goodbye to your home and all your belongings.'
The survivors stared at Jose.
'Oh, and shelters of any kind are now illegal. NO BUILDING SHELTERS.'
'Damn.' Katsuhito grumbled.
'So with the first one taken care of, only 5 more to go.'
The survivors turned from the smoldering wreckage and went back to their fire pit. The logs that had burnt were glowing, giving off faint heat and producing small wisps of smoke. The two survivors went about cooking their food while Jose continued to saturate the cinders.
'This sucks.' Ryoko announced. 'No shelter, no decent food, and no one to talk to.'
'Hey, I'M here.' Katsuhito offered.
'You don't count.' Ryoko sighed.
Katsuhito shrugged; happy he would not be subject to her ramblings.
Jose walked over to the two survivors, hose in hand.
'What's going on over here?'
'Not a damn thing.' Ryoko replied.
Jose looked at his surroundings.
'So what do you have out here for food? I'm hungry.'
Katsuhito stifled a cynical chuckle and point at a tree loaded with coconuts.
That's it?' Jose demanded 'Can't a guy get a decent burger around here?'
'We'd be happy to give you some food,' Ryoko began 'but seeing as how we have practically nothing, that's exactly what you'll get.'
Jose put his hands in his pocked and nodded.
'Ok then.' Jose said out loud 'Then I'll tell you what, I'll go get us some food. Once I get back, I'll make you guys another meal, deal?'
Ryoko and Katsuhito both looked alarmed.
'What?' Jose asked.
'The last time you made any of us food,' Ryoko started 'You cooked up that spaceship for a cat, Ryo-ohki.'
'Oh, give it up.' Katsuhito shot in 'besides, all those vegetables that foul smelling creature ate just fattened it up anyway. That's why I let it stay in my house. I was planning the same thing from the beginning. It was good food anyway.'
'In all honesty,' Jose said sounding pleased 'I was thinking of opening up an original restaurant chain after this that specialized in serving Ryo-ohki and Menchi.'
'That would be GREAT!' Katsuhito said, much to the dismay of Ryoko 'And if we went into business together, Your cooking, my book keeping ability, why, we could rule the world.'
Ryoko faulted over onto her side.
The conversation continued until his phone rang.
'Hold on.' Jose explained 'I need to take this.'
Jose went about babbling into the phone while Ryoko conversed with Katsuhito.
'You have to be joking.' Ryoko said 'You think that's a good idea?'
'Hey,' Katsuhito said in defense 'If I make it out of here alive, I'm going to need a place to work.'
'But with Jose running the place? How a good a business man could he be?'
'I heard he once started off with a cardboard box and a pitcher of lemonade and he now owns the Dells Frozen Lemonade family franchise.'
'His last names' not Dell.' Ryoko pointed out.
'Come to think of it, 'Katsuhito said as he pulled a flask out of his pocket and began to unscrew it 'you might be right. Perhaps I'm just crazy.' He took a shot, capped it and replaced it.
'Just possibly.' Ryoko agreed.
Jose walked up to the two survivors, phone still to his head.
'No, no.' Jose said 'thank YOU. No, I'll be able to make it this year. Yeah, I JUST got back from Kuwait. Yeah, I'm not sure about next year. Or the year after that. I'll try to make it again, but no promises. OK, nice to talk to you too. Take care. See you in May.' Jose closed the phones and looked at the survivors. 'Anime Boston Director.' Jose said in hopes someone cared 'Thanked me for showing up the first two years and making plans to return this year. Now where were we?'
'We were talking about running a business.' Katsuhito reported.
'Here we go again.' Ryoko sighed.
"Oh yes,' Jose said, coming back to reality. 'I was about o break out the next memorial challenge. Follow me please.'
'Damn.' Katsuhito sighed.
Jose led the survivors down a path a ways into the jungle. The path was regularly traveled; both shoed and shoeless foot prints lined the road. Along the path, a new addition.
'What's with the torches?' Ryoko asked.
'You see,' Jose started 'The real game represents the survivor's time on the island, and once someone is banished, their torch is extinguished. I, however, don't pass up a chance to play with fire when I get it.'
'Sounds like a plan.' Ryoko said 'a bad one.' She added to Katsuhito.
Jose led the survivors to a large, almost clear area. The trees in the area were al chard black. The vegetation in the area was sparse at best, but it was making a comeback. The air smelled of an old, wet fire, and there was a 50 foot trench that ran 3 feet deep.
'Good god,' Katsuhito started 'this is the site of that big fire we had on the island a while ago.' Both survivors looked around in awe. Since the day of that fire they had all fought, none of them had been back to visit this part of the island. Up until now, they had forgotten about it.
In the middle of it all, three water reserve towers stood. Connected to them, an absolute MESS of pipes, and three chemical showers. None of the tanks were marked in anyway. They were all about 6 feet tall, off the stilts and were a sick OD green color. Above all of this, scaffolding and a white curtain.
'What the hell is going on here?' Ryoko demanded.
'This is the second Nostalgia Challenge.' Jose said 'This one haunts our memory from the time Ayeka was challenged to shower in that creepy house up on that hill.'
'Why do you keep changing the challenge titles?' Katsuhito asked 'Nostalgia challenge', remembrance challenge' I don't get it.'
'Because I can't remember what I called it last time.' Jose said.
'Isn't this scripted?' Katsuhito asked.
'You'd think it would be.' Jose said 'Monkeys at keyboards I tell you. Now shut up and listen. What we have here is the next challenge. This one consists of taking a shower, bringing back the idea of the lovely Ayeka. Please note the chemical showers behind me. Two of the three are hooked up to water. Either of you care to guess what the third is hooked up to?'
'Battery acid.' Ryoko answered cynically.
'Rock on indeed.' Jose said 'Battery Acid it is.'
Katsuhito stared at Jose wide eyed while Ryoko slapped her forehead, cursing her good guess.
'The object here is to step under the chemical shower, pull the cord and survive the shower. Now, if it turns out that you are too dead to shower, you don't move on to the other challenges. Sounds fair, no?'
'So how do we decide who goes first?' Katsuhito asked, plan already formulating in his head.
'Well,' Jose started 'Because I'm a firm believer in ladies first, Katsuhito, you're up first. I'm throwing that belief out the window.'
Katsuhito's plan fizzled out. Jose chuckled evilly.
'I have every potential to win.' Ryoko said to herself 'All I have to do is pick the one that Katsuhito went under, or make it a 50-50 shot. This is easier than confusing Mihoshi with 'Who's buried in Grant's tomb'.
'And Ryoko,' Jose said 'Before you go thinking that you'll just walk under the same on that Katsuhito uses, the tanks will be changed behind a curtain.' Jose pointed tot eh right and the camera followed. 'These guys here will rearrange the pipe connections within 10 minutes so your pick will be absolutely random.'
The workers waved.
'Indeed.' Jose said.
Ryoko looked at Jose at an angle. Jose answered the unasked question by pulling a laminated card out of his pocket and holding it out to Ryoko.
'Terra Ghost Certificate of Graduation.' She read 'Trained and passed in Marksmanship, Telepathy and stealth. Figures.'
'Now,' Jose began again 'Katsuhito, you may begin when ready.'
Katsuhito adjusted his weight onto one leg and scratched at his chin in deep though. After a minute, she changed weight to the other leg, tired of the first angle.
'Do pick carefully.' Jose reminded him 'One out of three could very well kill you, and I'd hate to have to send you home dead. Either way, I'm sure this will work out well.'
'And if it doesn't,' Ryoko started 'do we get tossed in body bags and buried by our friends?'
Jose walloped her with a hefty stick he had found on the ground.
'No dummy.' Jose said 'I'll torch your bodies in a funeral pyre built to honor the dark god Morrigan.'
'Tasteful.' Ryoko scoffed.
Katsuhito had meanwhile picked the shower he was going to bet his life on. He settled for the one on the far left. Sure, the middle one and the right one were not without their charms, but Katsuhito had a good feeling about the left one.
'All set, Jose.' Katsuhito informed the loveable host.
Jose turned away from Ryoko who was shaking from anger after being hit with a stick. Jose faced Katsuhito.
'Yes?' Jose asked.
'I'm going for the one on the left.'
'Excellent choice.' Jose said with mock enthusiasm 'Best of luck to you. Now strip.'
'What?' Katsuhito demanded.
'Lose the clothes.' Jose repeated. 'I'm not going to risk my survivor's health by having them walk around in wet clothes all day. Let's go. Down t your shorts.'
'When did we get to county jail?' Ryoko asked.
'I feel like I'm taking gym again.' Katsuhito grumbled as he untied his robe. 'And having Jose less than 10 feet away is NOT making this any kind of easier.'
'Cram it.' Jose said 'I'm not enjoying this anymore than you are. Yet.' He added glancing at Ryoko. 'Now hurry up.'
Katsuhito reached to untie his robes belt, but stopped when he saw Jose still existed. He turned his back to Jose.
'Knock it off!' Jose yelled 'It's nothing I haven't seen before! For the love of god, you have boxers on!'
Katsuhito gathered up his pants and folded them neatly on top of his robe. He turned back to face Jose, crossing his arms over his shorts.
'I hate you.' Jose said.
Katsuhito moved over to his chosen shower. He looked it over one more time, evaluating his choice.
The shower itself was a simple setup. It was a small cylinder, missing a quarter of its circular shape. There was a plastic shower head connected to a pipe that ran through the tube and out the back. The water flow control was simple. It was a small metal pull bar that ran up to a horizontal pipe. It would open the pipe, allowing whatever was connected to that line to flow out and onto Katsuhito.
'Here goes nothing.' Katsuhito told himself.
Jose watched as Katsuhito reached for the pull bar. Ryoko turned away, not wanting to see her crush's grandfather disintegrate in front of her.
'I wonder which one he picked.' Jose said out loud. 'This will defiantly be an interesting challenge.'
Katsuhito gripped the handle and closed his eyes. With any luck, the possible death would be quick and painless. Then again, with any MORE luck, Katsuhito would live long enough to survive and win this so he could hire a hit to off Jose.
Katsuhito exhaled due to that great though. He relaxed and allowed his arm to fall to rest. The only problem was, he still had his grip on the handle, so when his arm fell, the valve opened and the pipe opened.
Somewhere behind the shower, pipes clanked and pressurized something filled the network of pipes Katsuhito opened.
Katsuhito lifted his head and looked at the showerhead where his possible death would meet him face on. Katsuhito closed his eyes.
'Fuck.' Jose mumbled 'He picked the safe one.'
Ryoko exhaled her relief.
Katsuhito breathed heavily once he realized he was not being eaten alive by acid. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a shower.
'Can I get some soap over here!" He yelled to Jose.
'Of all the rotten luck.' Jose said 'And I wanted a skeleton too.'
'Yeah, what a shame.' Ryoko said 'Really sucks.'
'Hurry up in there!' Jose yelled at Katsuhito 'We still need to get Ryoko through this!'
Katsuhito waved Jose off, dismissing the order.
'Fine.' Jose said 'If that's how you're going to play.'
Jose turned to the left to face the water temperature control device. Looking back to make sure Katsuhito was still in the shower, Jose readied the lever to shut off the hot water.
'Watch this.' Jose said.
'You're a horrible person.' Ryoko said to him.
Jose jerked the lever, shutting down all hot water. There was a loud clunk, then the sound of running water nearby.
'Y-e-e-e-eow!' Katsuhito yelled from the shower. The camera swung over to view the commotion. 'COLD!' Katsuhito yelled as he ran out of the shower and across the sand.
He stopped short of Jose, teeth chattering. Jose handed him a towel.
Jose reached up and grabbed a rope that was probably hanging from nothing. The curtain that was hanging over the three showers fell to close the view of them. Jose pulled a radio from his pocket.
'Go ahead. Work time.' Jose said into the radio. 'You have about 10 minutes.'
The radio crackled some kind of response. Immediately afterwards, there were sound of pipes being banged around and things moved.
Jose kicked the loose clothes to Katsuhito. He hastily picked them up and began to dress.
Jose had a 10 minute discussion with the survivors about the Evil that is the FCC and the much related topic of Howard Stern., Jose's hero.
The curtains were pulled back, shower tanks switched and at the ready. Jose turned to look at the handy work. Content, Jose turned to face Ryoko.
'OK, Ryoko,' Jose said, shark smile and all 'Your turn. Deposit all clothes in the box and make a choice.'
Katsuhito turned away, not wanting to be a part of this one.
Ryoko stared at Jose, far form amusement. Jose must have been serious, for he did not smile his innocence or move.
Ryoko got the same hint and vanished.
'What the hell!' Jose yelled, startled.
'I believe that she did not like the idea of stripping down in front of you, let alone in front of a nation wide audience.' Katsuhito offered.
'Unbelievable.' Jose said 'that's the same amount of action I got living in the apartment.'
Katsuhito looked confused.
Do you think I scared her off, or the camera did?' Jose asked.
'Honestly?' Katsuhito ventured.
Ryoko faded back into reality a few feet (outside of arms reach) away from Jose. She had changed into a simple coral green two piece bikini. It matched her hair quite well. Not to mention the rest of her.
'Don't.' she said, pointing to Jose 'I'll kill you before you can even THINK it.'
'Nuts.' Jose said.
Ryoko began to walk toward the chemical showers. Jose's gaze followed her.
Ryoko threw a hand behind her, hurling a small ball of pink energy at Jose. The ball impacted on a tree, causing it to burst into flames.
'I can't help it.' Jose said to Katsuhito 'She's a girl, I a bikini, walking WAY from me.'
Ryoko halted in front of the showers. One of the three held her fate. The other two would allow her to continue on with her quest and possibly end up on top. On top of what? Tenchi? This would be a tough choice, but one way or another, things had to happen fast.
'Any time now!' Jose shouted to Ryoko.
She flipped him the bird.
'I think she likes you.' Katsuhito laughed.
Ryoko considered her options. Evidently, something had happened top the pipes. They had been changed, or switched around or something. The game was indeed dangerous. God only knew what Jose would do with a clean skeleton. Probably keep it on display at his house or sell it to a university for a prop.
'I wonder what I'm going to do to get out of this one.' Ryoko said to herself. Ryoko got an idea. It was against everything she believed in and thought moral, but it was worth a shot. It was a cheap and sleazy shot, but it's not like she was going to TOUCH him.
'What the hell is taking so long?' Jose demanded 'pick one and get in!'
Ryoko closed her eyes and exhaled, preparing herself for what she was about to do.
From where Jose stood, it looked like Ryoko had dropped something.
'Huh?' Jose mumbled.
Ryoko bent from the waist to look for what she had 'dropped'. Things shifted according to plan.
Jose fell on his back, bleeding from the nose.
'Holy hell.' Katsuhito as he succumbed to the same nose bleed epidemic.
Ryoko righted herself and looked back. Good, Jose was down and out for a short time. That would give her a few minutes to choose her path.
Jose regained his feet a few minutes later. 'Adjusting' himself, he looked around.
'Thanks.' He said as he wiped at his nose 'I needed that. Have you picked the shower you are going t place your bet on?' Jose asked. 'Keep in mind; this could be the deciding factor on who wins the game.'
Ryoko turned to face Jose. She answered him by fixing the bottom half of what she was wearing by running her thumbs along the elastic seams and letting them go with a snap. Jose flinched. She turned around again to face the showers.
The right one. It was ALWAYS the right one that was good, but that was too obvious. Then again, it WAS the right one. The middle one was not without its charm, but no one EVER picked the middle. And the left one? Forget it. It was the LEFT one.
Ryoko closed her eyes and nodded.
Defiantly the right.
Ryoko walked to it and stepped in. She reached up to haul on the handle, and then stopped.
'What the hell?' Jose sighed.
Ryoko stepped out of the right shower and walked over to the left one and stepped in.
'Is she crazy?' Katsuhito asked 'I was JUST in that one. No WAY is it safe a second time.'
Jose scowled behind his sunglasses.
Ryoko looked at the floor and hauled on the handle.
More sounds of pipes rattling and water moving. Seconds later, water cascaded over Ryoko.
'Thank god.' Katsuhito said 'I'd hate to win like that.'
'Fuck me in the mouth.' Jose cursed to himself. 'I though I had her.'
Ryoko sighed, happy to be alive. She was not sure where the notion came form to change showers, but she was happy she listened to it, less she might be dead right now.
Jose walked over and put a watermelon in the right hand shower.
Ryoko stepped out of hers, threw a towel on. No need to egg Jose on after all.
Jose pulled the line in the shower and stepped back.
Again, the sound of clanking pipes and moving liquid and out the showerhead.
Instead of water coming out, a neon green liquid exploded forth and turned to vapor the second it hit the melon. It took a minute for the steam to clear, but once it had, there was nothing left where the melon used to be.
'Yikes.' Katsuhito said 'I'm glad I didn't get that one.'
'And I'm disappointed that no one did.' Jose said.
Jose walked behind the showers and started talking to the workers in broken Spanish. It seemed that most of them got right to work. A few of them might have even understood Jose too well. After a few more tries and a few Brazilian words, pipes were detached and the set was being deconstructed. Jose walked back out tot eh Survivors.
'Immigrants.' Jose sighed. 'The country would fall apart without them, but I would not have to speak so many languages.'
'Speaking of Languages,' Katsuhito started 'Why do you understand us?'
'What?' Jose asked.
'Are we subbed or dubbed?' Katsuhito asked.
Jose shrugged and Ryoko hit Katsuhito on the shoulder.
'Does it matter?' Ryoko demanded 'If we were talking in our own language, Jose would not understand a-word-of-it-'
'I don't think he can understand us.' Katsuhito said in his native Japanese. 'This might work.'
'I don't think so.' Ryoko said in Japanese. 'Say something again and look at your feet.'
'What?' Katsuhito asked as he looked at his feet. 'Aw, crap. We speak in English and we're dubbed. We switch it up to Japanese and we're dubbed. I hate this place.'
'We both do.' Ryoko said in English, her voice changing 'And I don't sound like this.'
'Does no one here read Japanese?' Katsuhito demanded in English.
'Give it up guys.' Jose said, French subtitles showing up beneath him for some reason. 'Either way, I'll be able to tell what you are saying.' Jose looked toward his feet and saw the French words disappear. 'What the hell?' Jose demanded, the words now showing up in Spanish. 'Whatever.' He said.
'So what's our next game?' Ryoko asked, no words accompanying her.
'Yeah,' Katsuhito said, no words for him either 'I want to get this over with.'
'OK,' Jose said, Korean typing under his feet. 'We should go. I'm pretty sure the next challenge is almost done being set up.'
Jose began walking, but ran shin first into the Korean Characters. They bent out at a slight angle. Jose walked in a quick circle, stomping out the pain. Facing the bent words again, Jose frowned at them and angrily kicked them, sending Korean characters scattering over the path. Jose limped off; the survivors followed him as they stepped over the scattered characters.
'Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, wrestling fans of all ages, MBYW PROUDLY brings to you, it's first ever live broadcasted bout. Mendola Backyard Wrestling is pleased to present its first, and probably LAST weapons match!'
The camera is pulled back and Jose is seen wearing a black and white striped ref shirt. Standing in the middle of a crudely built wrestling ring, Jose held a microphone.
'This is the Tenchi related challenge, playing off the idea that he was PUNCHED and lost because of it. The rules here are real easy. There are no rules. Contestants will win by either pin fall or TKO. That having been said, let's bring out our first contestant.'
The lights that did not exist dimmed. Seconds later, pyrotechnics went off.
A bell tolled and the song, minus the lyrics to Maxwell Murder began to play.
'Making her way into the ring,' Jose said over the microphone 'Weighing in at- well, we have no idea how little she weighs. And measuring 5' 11", Ryoko!'
Ryoko hopped up on the ring apron, waved to the nonexistent crowd and hauled herself over the top rope. She walked over to Jose and took the microphone from him.
'I'd like to start off by saying I hate this idea, but I'm going to enjoy the fight.' She handed the microphone back to Jose.
'And her opponent,' the lights flared red and flames shot out of the tops of palm trees (how funny would that be?) 'Katsuhito Misaki!'
'Motorbreath' kicked up and Katsuhito rant o the ring, kendo stick in hand. Sliding under the bottom rope, Katsuhito stood up and swung at Ryoko.
The stick connected to Ryoko's back. It made a loud cracking sound. Ryoko fell to her knees, holding onto the second rope.
Crack! Crack! The stick landed two more hits on Ryoko. Katsuhito raised the stick again for a power swing. AS he swung downward, Ryoko rolled out of the way. The stick hit the top rope, and in a very well played action of exaggeration, the stick came back and hit Katsuhito on the forehead.
'Wonderful!' Jose yelled form a table he had snuck off to as Katsuhito played tot eh hit and staggered around.
Ryoko ran across the ring and rebounded off the ropes. Building momentum, she ran at Katsuhito.
Katsuhito turned just in time to catch a dropkick to the head. As Katsuhito fell back, Ryoko recovered to her feet.
'Excellent offensive move by Ryoko!' Jose yelled 'If this keeps up, Ryoko will have this match in the bag.'
Ryoko began to stomp at Katsuhito, and then made for the turnbuckle. She climbed tot eh second rope and stopped. Gripping the top rope, she bounced on the second rope to build up some power. Two springboards later, she jumped up and pushed out with her arms, she straightened herself out so she would land in a pin. That was the plan anyway.
As soon as Ryoko was a slave to gravity, Katsuhito put his knees up.
Ryoko landed on his knees stomach first and bounced off.
Jose laughed.
Katsuhito righted himself and jumped out of the ring. Once on the ground, he threw the ring apron back and started rooting through the things beneath the ring.
The lights went out again and the sounds of Katsuhito searching for something ceased. The only sound was Ryoko trying to get her breath back.
'What the hell is going on?' Jose demanded form his table.
Coal Chambers 'Loco' came over the speakers and black lights were flipped on. Next to Jose, a bare bulb hung from nothing. It flickered in a burning out fashion as it swung back and forth lightly.
A dark Cloud of something appeared under the light. Jose turned his head as the cloud thickened. When Jose turned back to see what had happened, or where the cloud came from, there was a very odd looking woman there. She was at least Jose's height, wore black leather-like pants and a torn up, dirty tunic. Scars covered her exposed skin and face. Her hair, odd enough, was wrapped in tight braids that were as clean as Jose's mudding boots. She clapped Jose on the back and smiled. A dark cloud remained buzzing around her head.
'Jose!' she said happily as the lights went back on 'Nice to see you again! What brings you here?'
Katsuhito continued rummaging while Ryoko got back to her feet on the ropes opposite him.
'Fulla Braids!' Jose yelled happily as he stood up 'Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to my co-commentator, Fulla Braids!'
Braids smiled and waved the comment off.
'So where have you been?' Jose asked braids.
'I just got in from Flushing.' Braids said laughing.
'Woah, hey.' Jose said 'so what do you think of flushing New York?'
'I think it's a good idea.' Braids said Laughing.
Jose scowled.
'That's not cool.' Jose said as he turned his attention back to the ring.
Katsuhito had pulled out a trashcan and turned around to climb back into the ring. At chest level, the can made a good target for Ryoko who baseball slid into it.
Impacting on Katsuhito, the can dropped as he fell backwards.
'Beautiful offensive move by Ryoko.' Braids cheered.
Ryoko climbed out between the ropes and stood on the apron, opposite of Katsuhito.
Raising her right elbow, she slapped it four times with her left hand. She took off running down the apron.
'Now I've seen this before.' Jose said 'If she lands this, Katsuhito might be in trouble.'
Ryoko jumped off the apron at a run and flew elbow first at Katsuhito.
Ryoko scored a hit by landing her elbow right on Katsuhito's chest. He jolted from the impact and began gasping. Ryoko, taking a hard hit as well, rolled away from him in pain.
'Wonderful hit!' Braids said 'But it looks lie they are both suffering form that one.'
Katsuhito struggled to his feet, only to fall back to one knee. Ryoko slid her self halfway under the ring in hopes of finding something to take Katsuhito out with.
Jose stood up, bringing the Microphone with him. There could be a pin soon, so he had to be ready.
'Katsuhito's back up!' Jose Informed 'He's back up and looking for Ryoko!'
Jose followed Katsuhito as he staggered around the ring, looking for Ryoko. Un-bloodied but bruised, Katsuhito plodded on.
Just around the corner, Ryoko stood up. She appeared to be unarmed. Katsuhito charged, Jose on his heels.
As soon as he rounded the corner, Ryoko fired.
Brandishing a dry chemical extinguisher, Ryoko opened up on Katsuhito. She was unaware that Jose was behind him. She continued until the fire extinguisher was empty.
Blinded by the chemical cloud, Katsuhito doubled over and coughed. Jose stood frozen as the powder settled over him.
'And Jose looks like a powdered donut!' Braids cackled.
Taking the advantage of the time, Ryoko dropped the empty extinguisher and kneed Katsuhito in the stomach.
Katsuhito jumped with the hit and Ryoko caught him in the same position, delivering two more of the same strikes and then let Katsuhito fall on his face.
Jose shook the powder off himself and coughed.
Ryoko rolled Katsuhito over and covered him for a pin. Jose fell next to them.
'One!' Jose yelled, slapping his hand on the ground 'Two!'
Katsuhito kicked out of the pin.
Ryoko beat Katsuhito to his feet and tied up with him. The weight shifted between the two a few times. At one point, it looked like Ryoko had Katsuhito at an advantage, but then Katsuhito evened it out.
'It looks like this could go either way now.' Jose said.
'The brutality itself so far in this match is amazing.' Braids said 'I have no idea what to expect next.'
Katsuhito eventually won over in the lock up. Catching Ryoko's head between his legs, he grabbed the sides of her pants and hauled. Falling down to a sitting position, Ryoko caught the ground head first. Katsuhito Rolled away.
'Well executed Pulling Pile driver.' Jose said.
'Easily a trademark move.' Braids shot in.
Ryoko was now on her back. Katsuhito moved up to her head. Sitting her up in front of him, Katsuhito placed his palms on each side of her head. Slowly adding pressure, he went for a simple submission.
Jose kneeled down next to Ryoko as braids chanted 'Head squeeze! Head squeeze!'
Ryoko looked to be in a decent amount of pain.
'All you have to do is tap something Ryoko.' Jose said 'Just tap something and this will end right now,'
Ryoko tried to shake her head no.
Katsuhito, still putting the hurt on, did not see Ryoko grab the Microphone from Jose. She swung it back and over her head, Connecting with Katsuhito's forehead and producing a lout feedback over the speaker system.
Falling backwards, Katsuhito probed the spot with his hand where he had just been hit. Looking at his hand, he saw that there was blood on it. Not a lot, but defiantly his own.
Ryoko had drawn first blood.
She jumped to her feet and shook away the pain of compression out of her head. She then went over to Katsuhito and dropped a few hammer blows on his back.
Katsuhito went on the defensive and lurched forward, driving his shoulder into Ryoko's gut. The momentum carried her back, Katsuhito on top of her. Sitting up, now straddling Ryoko's chest, Katsuhito shoved a fist in the air.
'Ultimate Punching.' Braids groaned as he went to town on Ryoko's head.
Katsuhito brought a flurry of lefts and rights upside Ryoko's head. In all reality, if they were not so random hits, they could have been fended off, but Katsuhito would fake with a right, fake a left then hit with a right. With no rhyme or reason to the pattern, many of the hits landed on their target.
Katsuhito landed a lot of good hits until he stood up.
Rising to the side of Ryoko, Katsuhito put one foot on her breastbone, brought both arms up and flexed them. A specialty pin of his.
Jose fell to the ground and began the count.
'One! Two! Thr-'
Ryoko jerked a shoulder up at the last second.
'Good god!' Braids yelled 'who could get up after that?'
Katsuhito, tired of screwing around, ran to a side of the ring and tossed up the apron. Rummaging again, he began looking for weapons.
'And into the ring comes- a 2x4!' Jose informed 'And following that, a trashcan! And- what the hell is that thing?'
Katsuhito had hauled out a ladder. It was made of yellow plastic with aluminum rungs. It topped off at about 12 feet tall.
Katsuhito held up the ladder so it was vertical. Content with his weapon of choice, he slid it into the ring under the bottom rope. Diving under the ring one more time, Katsuhito came out with a baking sheet.
'I'm not exactly sure where that came from.' Jose said 'But I can't I can not begin to tell you what else is going to happen.'
Katsuhito slid into the ring with the pan. Once in, he dropped the pan for the ladder. Setting it upright, Katsuhito extended the legs and locked the clips. He shook it once to test it, and then turned to face Ryoko.
While gearing up the ring, Ryoko had returned to her feet. She had now climbed the apron, standing on the outside of the ropes. AS soon as she had cleared her head, mostly anyway, Katsuhito had been on the opposite side of the ropes to greet her.
Thinking fast, Katsuhito took hold of the middle rope and drove his shoulder into Ryoko again, leaving her open for an attack. Reaching over the top rope, Katsuhito took Ryoko by the pants and hauled up and over, stopping when she was vertical.
'Incredible!' Jose shouted 'Katsuhito has Ryoko at a 90 degree angle, setting her up for a backdrop!'
Braids swatted at the cloud buzzing around her head.
Katsuhito dropped back and landed Ryoko on her shoulders. The ring shook and Ryoko bounced.
Katsuhito slowly got to his feet. Ryoko was still on her back, breathing looking difficult for her. Wiping the blood out of his eyes, Katsuhito looked at the top of the ladder, then at Ryoko.
'No way!' Jose said 'If he's planning what I THINK he's planning, this will be the end of the match!'
'Wahoo!' Braids yelled as she ran back and forth across the table she and Jose were sitting at 'This is the best thing since the Pits!'
Katsuhito brushed his hair back and started to climb. He got a few steps, then looked at the ground and descended.
'Boo!' Braids yelled 'I didn't pay a dime to get there and I feel cheated!'
Touching the ground, Katsuhito ran over and picked up the sheet pan that he had pulled out from under the ring. Pan in hand, he began to climb again.
At one step from the top, Katsuhito raised both hands over his head in defiance. Holding the sheet pan with one hand, he held it so it was under his forearm, adding to the pain he would inflict. He climbed tot eh top of the ladder and stood.
'Not a step.' Jose reminded him.
Ryoko had managed to open her eyes. She saw that she was an open target, so she decided to change that. Just managing to roll over, she grabbed the discarded kendo stick. With a little more effort, she managed to make it to her knees.
Figuring it would be better to NOT be caught under a reinforced elbow drop, Ryoko lunged into the ladder. It shook, but did not fall.
The ladder under Katsuhito shook suddenly. Almost losing his balance, he righted himself and saw Ryoko standing up below him. It was now or never. She had her head wide open, and this would end it, if not her as well. Katsuhito raised the pan over his head and jumped.
Things were going just as Ryoko had intended. Katsuhito was falling. Pan over his head and chest wide open. Moving quickly, Ryoko stood and swung the stick. It connected with Katsuhito's ribs. He let go of the pan while still in fall and landed on the ground in a roll.
Ryoko staggered and fell over. Katsuhito rolled on the round in pain.
'Never in my life have I seen anything like this.' Jose said 'Katsuhito is unable to move, and Ryoko has fallen to fatigue!'
'The last thing I saw that was THIS entertaining,' Braids started 'Tsabo Tovac was doing a floor show at the Foxy Lady!'
'Ew.' Jose said, cringing.
Ryoko caught her breath and stood back up. She shook her head to clear it, and looked around. There was a trashcan against the ropes, and there was Katsuhito on the ground. A fairly good combination if ever Ryoko had seen one.
Ryoko took the ladder and shoved it over the top of the ropes. It clattered to the ground near Jose and Braids. Ryoko kicked the trashcan, sending it rolling on its side to the middle of the ring. Content, she went over to Katsuhito.
Taking him by his long hair, Ryoko pulled him over next to the can. Her intentions were bad.
Less than a few feet form the can, Ryoko's plan came to light. Grapple from behind and finish him off with a bridging German Suplex onto the can. It was a surefire plan. Unless-
Something went wrong. Katsuhito surprised everyone when he tried to get her into a scoop slam. Ryoko was over his head before she knew it.
'Unbelievable!' Braids yelled 'Katsuhito has gone on the defensive and has Ryoko set for a scoop slam!'
At the peak of the lift Ryoko was in, just before she was slammed on her head, she kicked her legs and shifted her weight. She slid behind Katsuhitos back, feet first, and held him in a reverse hold. A perfect setup for a German Suplex, but the can was in front of them.
Katsuhito threw a weak elbow behind him, aiming for any part of Ryoko. Ducking and returning to the hold, Ryoko used Katsuhito's momentum to allow him to spin, getting him into a strong front grapple. With the perfect setup, Ryoko took action.
Ryoko took the opening to drop down and grab Katsuhito behind the knees. She hauled, and Katsuhito fell onto his back. Ryoko bent over and forced his knees on her shoulders. Grabbing by the side of his pants, she hauled him up.
'I- don't believe it-' Jose said, as Ryoko, with much difficulty, lifted Katsuhito up in front of her.
With Katsuhito sitting on her shoulders in a reverse fashion, Ryoko took a step forward.
'Incredible!' Braids hollered. 'This could be It! What a display of power! What a show of-'
'Holy shit!' Jose yelled.
Ryoko spun in place once and stopped in front of the trashcan. With that, Ryoko threw Katsuhito down back first, on top of the can, bending forward with him.
CRUNCH! The can was obliterated. So was Katsuhito's game.
'Spiral Powerbomb!' Jose shouted 'Powerbomb onto the can! This is over!'
'Amazing!' Braids crowed 'Just amazing.'
Ryoko let go of Katsuhito's legs and looked around.
Katsuhito was in a bad way. He was on top of a demolished can, kicking slightly from time to time. As it seemed, he was out cold.
Ryoko took the chance. She hooked his leg, rolled across him, leg under arm, for the pin.
Jose dropped and began to count.
'One! Two! Three!' Jose pointed at Braids.
Braids picked up a stick and pounded on the gong that was behind her. We had a winner.
Jose stood up with Ryoko and raiser her arm over her head.
'Ladies and gentlemen!' Jose shouted 'The champion of MBYW!'
Maxwell Murder kicked up again and Ryoko made her way out back.
'And that ends today's challenges.' Jose said 'Be sure to tune in tomorrow for the last of the challenges and the day after that, the FINAL VOTE! Remember kids, don't try anything you have seen here at home, unless your parents wont find out. Tune in next time!'
End of Day 19
