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Chapter 90
Dino Mite!
Metal Greymon wasn't certain how to feel here. Yes, hospitals were a normal part of a city and in turn, the lives of people. Yet, that didn't change the fact that it put him on edge. Luchadores and other similar crafts took their fair share of injuries for the sake of the crowd's enjoyment. But this felt different. There was definitely a reason that he had woken up in a hospital parking lot. The luchador dinosaur digimon liked to think he maintained some level of sobriety, that didn't change the vertigo and nausea that were bouncing about his body. It had to clear up… eventually.
"¿Estás ahí, Diego? (Are you out there, Diego?)" Metal Greymon inquired, feeling the gazes of patients and other people staring his way. Not that he minded. That was part of the charm. Adoring fans asking for your autographs, sponsors coming to you to showcase their products and getting to go to all kinds of special events to help out digimon that weren't as fortuna-
Metal Greymon's thought was cut off by way of a bottle being thrown at his face. Spinning around to meet the source of the projectile, he was met with that of a mime. Sticking like a sore thumb in the hot, desert heat, they made a face in the hopes of getting a reaction. All that accomplished was a very confused look from the luchador dinosaur digimon.
"¿Puedo ayudarle? (Can I help you?)" Metal Greymon inquired, but got silence from the mime. Clearly committing to the bit, a part of him wondered if this was some kind of strange cross-dimensional match. His manager had thrown the idea around as a joke of sorts, but such a match would never be feasible. Even the smallest of luchador digimon was more than capable of killing a human luchador. Yes, robots were always an option. But who would pay to see a match between a digimon and a regular old robot. If they wanted that, then just schedule him against someone like Andromon. There had to be one that at least wrestled.
Shoving that thought away, Metal Greymon bent down to meet the mime's gaze. Perhaps proper eye contact was what this strange figure wanted. Worth a shot here.
"¡Caíste en mi truco! (You fell for my trick!)" the mime announced, defeating the whole purpose of the disguise. Bringing with it the appearance of a net, Metal Greymon made quick work of the trap. Afterwards, the luchador digimon shifted his attention back to his opponent. The vertigo and nausea faded away, replaced with adrenaline.
"¡¿Cuál es la gran idea, tratar de atraparme así?! (What's the big idea, trying to trap me like that?!)" Metal Greymon screeched and got silence from the mime. Because of course that was how they were going to respond. Why continue breaking character when you can instead keep your opponent guessing by way of playing with expectations? Brillant of a strategy that was, it didn't change the fact that this mime just tried to kidnap him. Nor did it explain where the net came from in the first place. Was this some kind of movie set that he wandered into? Possible. It would explain why such a strange and bizarre sight was going on in broad daylight. Unless this was a part of town that didn't get much use to begin with. Wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. But Metal Greymon shoved that thought away in favor of attempting to anticipate what the mime's next move would be. He didn't need to wait long on that front. Taking the form of a lit cartoony-looking bomb, he threw it right at Metal Greymon. Running away right after, the luchador dinosaur digimon weathered through the blow. He had certainly taken worse, but there was something different to this attack. Try as he might to put his claw on what exactly gave him that impression, he found himself at a loss here. Though, that could describe that fight in its entirety. Was this just a crime of opportunity or was there something else going on here that he wasn't privy too. Hard to say. Heck, this could be some kind of strange wrestling promotion.
"Probablemente no sea el último. (Probably not the last one.)" Metal Greymon thought and scarfed down what remained of the bomb. While his stomach was designed to eat damn near everything, that didn't make the consumption of normally inedible materials appetizing in the slightest. Afterwards, his attention shifted to the hospital entrance. Perhaps someone saw what happened and could perhaps clue him in. One small problem with that plan. The door into the hospital was clearly not designed with digimon in mind. Let alone ones as large as him. Instead, it was perhaps best to wait by the side and hope that someone would notice the luchador dinosaur digimon and clue him in. Which was exactly what Metal Greymon did a spot right outside of the doors, he took a moment to calm down. Even if he was unlucky on this front, there were bound to be some kids who would want their picture taken with him. Those were always the best. As long as he avoided damaging the building, that should be okay. At least, the luchador dinosaur digimon hoped it would be. If not, there was a simple solution. Just move further off to the side. Perhaps to an area where the hospital wouldn't mind someone of his size (and/or fame) to hold an impromptu meet-and-gr-
"¡Esperar! ¡¿Ese es el gran Crusher Grey?! (Wait! Is that the great Crusher Grey?!)" a voice called out, bringing with it a man and his koromon. Though, the latter was more focused on him rather than the former. Not that Metal Greymon minded. As for the man, he was dressed in what looked to be a business suit, though Metal Greymon couldn't help but notice the bandages on the left arm.
"Sí. ¿Qué puedo hacer por ti y tu pareja, pequeña? (Yep. What can I do for you and your partner, little one?)" Metal Greymon cooed, bending down to meet the pair's gazes. The last thing he wanted to do here was give the impression that he was an asshole outside of the ring.
"Oh. Solo quería verte. (Oh. I just wanted to see you.)" the koromon announced and Metal Greymon cracked a smile. Trying his hardest to hide his blushing cheeks, it came through.
"Uh... por casualidad sabes lo que es el mimo en el trato del estacionamiento? (Uh… by any chance do you know what the mime in the parking lot's deal is)?" the luchador dinosaur digimon inquired and got a confused look from the koromon. Looking at their human, a sigh escaped his lips.
"Oh sí. Son parte de un culto que desea volver a ese lugar aterrador que mató a un montón de ellos. (Oh yeah. They're part of some cult that wishes to go back to that scary place that killed a bunch of them.)" the koromon's partner explained and Metal Greymon raised an eyebrow. While adrenaline junkies were not a new concept in the slightest, that didn't change the fact that going back to a place that killed a bunch of your friends felt idiotic. But there had to be a more concrete reason that… right? This just felt like it flew in the face of logic and reasoning.
"Gracias. Mantente a salvo ahí fuera. (Thank you. Stay safe out there.)" Metal Greymon announced and watched the pair head off to the car. Wasting little time in starting the vehicle up. Leaving the park lot behind, the luchador dinosaur digimon took the time to wave. That felt like the right gesture here. Even if he wasn't completely certain where this particular pa-
Metal Greymon's thought was sadly cut off by the return of the mime. Now driving an excavator, you don't need to think hard on where this is going. Swinging the arm of the excavator into their opponent, all that accomplished was confusing him that much more. One would think that the construction crew would notice they were missing an excavator. Especially one that he might be forced to destroy for the sake of protecting himself and the hospital.
"¡Come esto! (Eat this!)" the mime announced as the excavator's arm slammed into Metal Greymon. Grabbing hold, the luchador dinosaur digimon ripped it off with ease. Setting it off to the side in such a way that the mime couldn't make use of it, his attention turned back to his opponent. Trying to make sense of this mess, Metal Greymon found himself coming up empty on motive. This was likely not Diego. Diego was mentally stable. Yet, that didn't change the fact that he was still not any closer to actually finding his partner and reconnecting. For now, Metal Greymon shoved that thought away. Especially as the mime had decided he was just going to charge him with the excavator. Throwing more cartoonish bombs out, those were thankfully relatively easy to take care of. The excavator, on the other hand, was a touch more challenging. Pulling the mime out, Metal Greymon used his other hand to put the vehicle in such a place that it couldn't be misused. Of course, in a different place from where he set down the excavator arm. Wouldn't want his opponent getting any ideas.
"¿Cuál es la gran idea, tratar de conducir una excavadora hacia mí? (What's the big idea, trying to drive an excavator into me?!)" Metal Greymon announced and was met with a look from the mime. Of course now his opponent decided that talking was overrated. Even after breaking character twice so far in this bout. Instead, they pantomined their actions. Absolutely incomprehensible, their miming abilities leave a lot to be desired. "Uh… I don't follow in the slightest."
The mime rolled their eyes. Shifting their beret, out popped a cigarette. Offering it up to Metal Greymon, the luchador dinosaur digimon shook his head.
"No fumo. (I don't smoke.)" Metal Greymon muttered and watched his opponent jump up and down here. Clearly enraged, they threw their beret down. Lighting the cigarette, a look of fury formed on his face. Followed up with more nets, Metal Greymon managed to hold off the attack.
"¡Apartese del camino! (Get out of the way!)" a voice announced as an ambulance entered the parking lot. Clearly intent on driving up to the door, Metal Greymon got out of the way. The mime, on the other hand, had different ideas. Facing down the ambulance, they threw a bomb at the vehicle's windshield. Going right through, the explosion that follows this 'harmless prank' is anything but that. If anything, this is an act of terrorism. Plain and simple. What happened to the Jester of Dreams was wrong in every sense of the word, but the acts of these people who are trying to breach her sanctum once more are just as much in the wrong here. Sorry. Harlequin had to get her feelings into words.
"Las sirve bien. (Serves them right.)" the mime announced, only to be scooped up by Metal Greymon. Pinning the mime to the ground, conflicting feelings echoed about the luchador dinosaur digimon's head. The match was already over. This stupid mime had already gotten himself disqualified multiple times over. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. No survivors here. Even in the best case scenario, there was simply not enough time to save them.
"3." Metal Greymon muttered and ended the pin. Releasing the mime, his opponent didn't even look his way. Instead, his gaze was on the hospital. As much as Metal Greymon wanted to believe this was over, it clearly wasn't. No, this stupid mime was intent on making things as difficult as possible. Because of course they would. Can't have nice things in the slightest. No,we must fight for every inch. Kind of like a twisted luchador match.
"¿De verdad crees que jugaré limp- (Do you really think that I'll play fa-)" the mime announced, only to be cut off by a flying kick. Staggering back, that was the perfect opportunity for Metal Greymon to get a look at this mysterious ally. Boxer shorts met that of a blue luchador mask decorated with silver, there was something familiar to him. Not that Metal Greymon could put a claw on why he got that feeling. Oh well. Doesn't really matter.
"Confío en que eres un compañero luchador? (I trust you're a fellow luchador?)" the man announced and Metal Greymon nodded. Focusing on the mime, he took the opportunity to cut off the only escape route here. All while his ally got to throwing the mime about in the hopes of getting him to stop. But all that accomplished was pissing their opponent off once more.
"Los dos sois demasiado cobardes para matarme. ¡Admitelo! (You're both too cowardly to actually kill me. Admit it!)" the mime announced and got raised eyebrows from his opponents. Did this person not understand how luchadors worked? Probably not. All the more reason to keep him occupied until the authorities arrived and got this whole situation under control. If the authorities were coming, of course. Would be odd if they somehow didn't. All the more reason to keep multiple plans about. Just on the off-chance that something went wrong for one reason or another. Considering how this day had been going, that was prob- "Eat this!"
Reaching into his pockets, the mime pulled out the mother of all bombs. Somehow larger than their body, it made for a threatening sight. Of course, such a weapon came with a cost. Said cost being his organs of all things. Collapsing to the ground, that's… certainly a way to go out. Especially for someone wearing the identity of a mime and not even committing to the bit.
"Este es un gran lío en el que estamos. (This is quite a pickle we're in.)" Metal Greymon muttered and looked over to his companion. While he had an idea, there was no way it could work without some kind of idea on the area around the hospital. "Uh... ¿hay algún lugar donde podamos deshacernos de la bomba de forma segura? (Uh… is there a spot where we can dispose of the bomb safely?)"
His companion brought a hand just below his mask. Thinking it over, he eventually pointed to an area off to the far side of the hospital.
"Allí. ¿Quieres lanzar la bomba al aire y luego yo puedo patearla? (Over there. Do you want to throw the bomb up into the air and then I can flying kick it?)" the luchador inquired and Metal Greymon nodded. Knocking the bomb up into the air, the luchador dinosaur digimon helped his ally up into the air. Watching him get ready for the kick, the results were more than worth it. The bomb went flying into what appeared to be a nearby field. Exploding on impact, that brought luchadors' gazes to each other.
"Diego?" Metal Greymon inquired and got an attempt at an oblivious look. Not that it came across that way.
"No tengo idea de este 'Diego'. Yo soy... ¡La D Voladora! (I have no idea of this 'Diego'. I am… The Flying D!)" The Flying D announced, only to get a look from Metal Greymon. Getting scooped up, a hug followed. By no means how they intended to meet, this was good enough.
Harlequin's Note:
That... certainly was something.