2 E-Wrestlers Night in Neo Tokyo.
             An Author's Avatar Tournament Story by Karmacide
		(With some tweaking by Lynxra and Tim McLees			

     It was midnight when Aron Scythe walked into the bar, or at least
that was the time though it was.  The young man had always hated air travel;
he never could get his watch set right after all of the time zone changes,
the jet lag was hell too.  He walked up to the bar and ordered his usual
drink, and then sat down to think about where his wrestling career was
headed.  "I've been wrestling in the US for well over a year now, and it
seams as though my current spot in the GCW is dead in the water."

     Six months ago he was the Twin Cities Wrestling Cruiserweight Champion and
he loved every minute of it.  He was wrestling the main events on cards
against top rate competitors like Sean Watts and The Overgiver.  Now the TCW
had gone under and he was wrestling a bunch of mid-card matches in the
Global Championship Wrestling federation.  He wondered if it was time to
change his ring-persona.  Perhaps he was too much of an otaku for mainstream
wrestling fans.  He wondered if he should stop wearing his Dragon Ball Z
T-shirts to ringside.  "Perhaps the Sailor Moonsault wasn't as cool a name
for a finishing move as he thought it was.  Perhaps I should stop acting like
a nerd and start acting my age."  He then paused a moment. "Nah... there 
must be something else holding my career." He thought.

     He entered the club Ani-pike and then sat down at the special AAA
VIP section.  He noticed that several of the AAA tournament's participants
were there.  Craig Vincent (who was in remarkably good and condition for
someone who had just been firebombed), and Myles Buchanan were standing in
the corner apparently looking for babes.  Team Foxfire could be seen sitting
at a table and planning their next move.  Pat Lee was trying figure out a way
to iron out the whole Chris/Sailor Soulstone situation.  And there sitting at
the bar with two attractive anime-women at his side was the "Nature Boy"
himself, Ric Flair.  "Perhaps I should ask this guy for some dating tips,"
Aron thought.  "On the other hand if he finds out what I did to Chris Benoit
during my WCWF days, I'm a dead man.  Perhaps talking to him isn't such a hot
idea."

     A bartender then walked up to Aron Scythe.  He was a very large gray
egg shaped critter who looked like a cross between koala bear and a bunny
rabbit.  Aron ordered his usual drink and waited for Anne to arrive.

     Anne "Arky" Brandies was Aron Scythe's former manager.  She was a
Korean woman in her late twenties, who was the stepdaughter of a famous
wrestler, and was currently running her deceased father's wrestling school.
Anne was a rather attractive woman, aside from a few battle scars she had
received over her years of wrestling; she wasn't Sable but she certainly
wasn't Luna (the wrestler not the cat) either.  Not very many promoters liked
Anne; she wasn't the model female employee.  Most of the valets went around
just looking pretty to bring in ratings.  Anne had a far too viscous ringside
nature.  She was the kind of manager who would only interfere in a match as a
first resort and as a wrestler she was just as bad.  Outside of the ring she
was a nice woman, and an all around decent human being, but most fans would
never know that.  A few fans asked if he and Anne were dating,
but Aron honestly never considered that an option.  Anne was more
like an older sister to Aron than anything else.

  	Aron had finished his fifth drink by the time Anne
walked into the Bar.  Aron was wondering if he had too much to drink.
Sure, he was only drinking cherry soda, but still one can drink too much.  As
usual Anne was wearing a pair of black jeans, a T-shirt with a picture of
Gadget from the CDRR cartoon on it, and a black leather jacket with the words
"Mistress of Disaster" written on the back of it.  Anne sat down on the
barstool next to Aron, ordered a bottle of B-Old English 45 (TM), and the two
began talking.

     "So whatcha' been up to, nerd-boy?" Anne asked.
     "Oh the usual, Wrestling in the GCW, and I'm doing so-so, and I've
been offered a job in some Canadian fed.  And you?"

      Anne took a moment to think about her reply. "Well I made my
American wrestling debut in the NPWA, and my first match was against this
punk named Charlotte Blacke.  So anyway, I had my stepsister Claire distract
her and I attacked from behind, yada, yada yada... and I won the match.
Then I joined up with this tag team called the Masters of Disaster, and then
I wrestled Rekka Sakura, yada, yada, yada... some brass knuckles were
involved an' I won the match."
     "Business as usual, I see."

     The two continued talking about their current wrestling careers and
then moved on.  "So, nerd-boy, how long have you been in Japan?"  Anne asked

     "I just got here tonight.  I'm still pretty burned out on jet lag or
something," was Aron's response.

     "Well the NPWA just happens to be taking a tour of Japan so, this
tournament just happens to fit right into my schedule."  Anne stopped to take
a sip of her drink and continued on. "So anyway I've been hanging with some
of the club the female guests at the AAA -- yah know, Samantha Jones, and co.
It's been years since I've been in Japan and its awfully nice of them to show me
around town. I got a program for the quarterfinal matches, lets talk
about the them."

     "Uh, yeah, good idea," Aron responded. "Let's look at the schedule.
any thoughts about the Tuxedo Chris/Kintobor match?"

     "I've got to go with Foxfire on that one, he's a lock,"  Anne said
confidently.

     "I must agree, unless Nav shows up and botches his assassination
attempt again, or if Steve Austin shows up and punks Davie-kins."

     "Yeah I'd like to see that, but from what I heard, Steve ain't gonna
show up until a later match.  But I would like to see The Great Sasuke punk
Davie-kins for ripping off the Thunder Firebomb."

     "It's a possibility,"  Aron said before he took a sip of his cherry
flavored soda.  While Aron and Anne discussed a the Chris/Soulstone
situation, a karaoke machine was being started up.  Two young girls walked up
and began singing. Both looked as if they got on using fake Id's.  One of them had
short red hair, while the other; an obvious Kitsune judging from the tail
showing from the back of her skirt had long black hair.  They began singing
that "Summer of 69" song by Bryan Adams.

     Aron and Anne then moved on to discuss the other matches.  Anne made
her position well known.  "Trust me, Aron, Pat Lee's a sure thing for this
match, unless they install some anti-plot contrivance software on the
robo-refs, he's gonna win this thing with out throwing a single punch."

     "No way, Anne, you're underestimating the dark, unholy power that is the
Mighty Flo-Bee (TM).  Why, if Loki had a Mighty Flo-Bee (TM) when he was after
Cosmic Spider-man, we'd all be dead by now!"

     "Yeah right fan boy, it ain't gonna happen.  As for Nav, he should
beat Takei no problem.  Heck, I think he's got the enough talent to say that
I think he should win the tournament."

     "Well, I wouldn't go that far..." Aron responded.

     "Well, that's from a talent perspective.  The problem is with Nav's
personality.  The fact of the matter is that Nav's got far too many enemies
in this tournament.  Combine that with the fact that he's too much of a loose
cannon for even Bane to control, and he's gonna be out of here.  Not in this
round, but sometime soon -- very soon,"  Anne added.

     "I guess that brings us up to the Oscar/Star Mech match."  Before
Aron could go any further, a light *splash* was heard from the bar. They 
turned to see a petite blonde female mouse. She wore a purple jumpsuit and
goggles around her head. The girl is fuming as she slams a glass onto the 
counter and storms off. Next to where she had been sitting was Oscar, sopping
wet.

     "She's half an hour late and I'm surrounded by drunken jerks. Geez, 
where is she?" the mouse girl sulked. As she walks across the bar, Anne stops
her.

     "Oh, hi, Gadget! What's the problem?"  Anne asked.

     Gadget smiled, "Oh, that's just the third jerk that's tried to make
a pass at me! See, I was supposed to meet my friend Caprice here. She said 
"Meet me at 11 at Club Anime-niacs, after the AAA matches. It's getting real
late..."

	Anne almost facefaulted. She wanted to comment, but her mouth wouldn't
cooperate. "Ummm...Gadget," Aron answered, "This is Club Anipike, not Anime-
niacs."

 	Gadget blushed, somewhat embarrassed. "Oh, golly! I just knew I 
should have brushed up on my Japanese." She leaned toward Aron and softly
asked "This may sound kinda odd, but you wouldn't happen to know where it
is would you?"  Gadget said, still sounding a bit nervous.

     "Go straight down the street towards the stop sign and take a left at
the Go-mart.  You can't miss it.  Oh yeah, and say hi to Marta for me,"  Aron
said confidently.  He didn't really stop to think about it.

     "Thanks a lot," Gadget said before leaving on her way, "Caprice is probably
worried sick by now..."  Aron took a sip of his drink, while Anne took a gulp to
recover her senses.

	"Now, refresh my memory," Anne wonderd out loud but isn't Anime-niacs a--"

	Aron nods condidently "Mmm-hmm!"

	Anne leaned in closer, "Then how did *you* know where it was at?" she
inquired.

	Aron fidgets nervously "Well...my Japanese isn't that great either. I, 
ummm, got lost on my way here."

	"Yeah." Anne comments suspiciously. 

	She then quickly realized something. "Ok, now wait a second.
Wolf blames Jonathan Brisby for Gadget ignoring his advances.  And she's also
ignored Jonathan's advances, but he's too egotistical to admit it.  And then
while those two losers refuse to get with the program, she's going out with...
Caprice?  Okay...this is a Jerry Springer episode waiting to happen."

     "One can only wonder who else's advances Gadget has turned down,"
Aron added.

	Oscar can be heard sobbing over at the bar. "Why *her*?! That line
worked with Fifi LaFume, and Lola, too! Why didn't it impress her!?!" Oscar
thumps his head against the bar. Myles comes over to confort him

	"Do na worry, mah lad! Their are aplenty fishes in tha sea, and the
night tis still young! So enjoy yeself, boyo!" Myles slurs. Oscar smiles
lightly and klink their beer mugs together. 
     
    "Well..." Anne uttered. Aron took a moment to sit back and think. 
"Also, I imagine that we're going to see one of the David's infamous 
rants.  Anyway, Oscar's gonna take this one.  Hell has no fury like 
Hermaphrodite scorned."

     "I think Oscar's gonna win, but only because it ain't gonna be a
clean one.  The fact of the matter is that whenever you run a stable you've
got some ego conflicts, and the egos that belong to Team Foxfire are as
big as they come.  I think Kintobor's going to stab Kronos in the back
before all this is said and done."

     "Yeah, I guess that's a distinct possibility.  So Anne, do you want
to call it a night?"

      "Oh what the heck,"  Anne said.

     "All right, I guess I'll see you at the Arena tomorrow."

     It was three in the morning when the two wrestlers slowly walked out
of club Ani-pike, each taking separate Taxi cabs back their hotel rooms.
Each wondering what exactly was going to happen at the second round of the
AAA tournament.  They would both have to wait for tomorrow.

David "Foxfire" Kintobor vs. Tuxedo Chris

Adam Chris Leigh vs. Pat Lee

Nav vs. Takei Oruchi (from BGC OVA #1 & #2)

Oscar vs. Star Mech

[[Author's note: The Caprice character is property of Meghan Elizabeth Brunner.
To learn about this character, and her relationship with Gadget Hackwrench,
check out "Final Curtain" and "Rainbow's Gold" at Meghan's site: 
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/3936/]]