2014.08.05 PWN - LEGACY - Sioux-per Beginning

Two relatively young men are sitting on a couch in a rather shabby trailer. Each has a mask on, no shirt and an N64 controller in their hand. The N64 is hooked up to a very aged 27 inch Sony television. I'd like everyone to take a minute to let the irony of that sink in. Both appear to be built rather well, especially the taller looking one. The shorter lankier one pauses the game -which is Wrestlemania 2000- and straightens up. He looks over at his colleague who returns it with a look of confusion. "Hey Gravy," the lankier one says.

"Hai." Gravy responds.

"I think it's time we git off out butts and start on this whole wrasslin' business."

Gravy nonchalantly takes a sip of Dr. Zip, and puts it back on an end table. "Anata wa ushi o resuringu no yōna imidesu ka? (Do you mean like wrestling up some cattle?)"

"Gosh dangit, Gravy." Biscuits drops the controller on the ugly carpet. The carpet is an ugly mix of brown, green, and orange; all in a design that can only be described as looking like vomit. "No I'm talking about goin' out thur and showing the world we ain't no joke!"

"Naze wareware wa sore o surudarou ka? (Why would we do that?)" Gravy asks as he scratches at his stomach before letting out a burp.

"Because, I'm tired of this town thinkin' we's a couple-ah hicks." Biscuits slams a fist onto his other hand "We's a force t'be reckoned with!"

Gravy leans back onto the couch and closes his eyes. "Wareware wa, akusento o ushinau tame ni anata ni koe no kōchi o shutoku suru hitsuyō ga arimasu. (What we need to do is get you a voice coach to make you lose that accent.)"

"Har har." Biscuits stand up and looks down at Gravy "I'm real serious here! If we don't want to be a joke n'more we need to actually do something. We already was taught how to wrassle, now we needs to find us one of those indies folks 'round here talk about!"

"Soshite, nani mo? Masuku sa reta hikkusu no kappuru? (And be what? A couple of masked hicks?)" Gravy opens his eyes and very animatedly studies Biscuits' face.

"No! I say we learn how to dance and we's become The Breakdancers!" Before Biscuits finishes a smile cracks on Gravy's face. As he says the team name Gravy bursts out laughing. A swirl of smoke appears over Biscuits' head and a growl can be heard from the red-faced man. "What's y'all's plan! Sit here and do nothin' with our lives?! I want to actually do something with our wrasslin' talents."

"Ii yo, ii yo! (Okay, okay!)" Gravy manages to let out as he tries to stop laughing. "Anata ga shinkokudeareba, Kansas City no dansusukūru ga arimasu. Sore hodo tōkunai, sore kara no onsei no kōchidearu. Wareware wa kore o okonau baai ni wa, soko ni iku hitsuyō ga arimasu. (If you are serious, I know a dance school in Kansas City. If we are doing this you have to go to the voice coach not far from there to drop that accent.)"

"Deal!" Biscuits jumps with excitement and sticks out his arm. They grasp each others forearm and shake before letting go. "So whut's this place called?"

Gravy smiles a devilish grin. "The Emerald Dancing School. Attached to wrestling school." He says slow and drawn out in English.

Part 2:

June 25, 2014. 8:20 AM. Kansas City, Missouri.

"Ey Gravy, whatta we doin' here at Drew Stevenson Collegiate Institute?" Biscuits asks as the two walk up to the stair leading to the entrance. Biscuits of course is in his ring gear: a pair of generic black thigh-length tights with his name written in red on the back.

"Anata no kōkō no sotsugyō shōsho o shutoku suru hitsuyō ga arimasu. Tabun, anata no giji-tekina inaka no akusento gaofu ni chakuyō shite itadakimasu. (You're here to get your high school diploma. Maybe then your accent will finally go away." Gravy has his white full leg tights with Japanese characters and streaks of bright colours all over. On the back of his tights is his name in Japanese. He actually has a white SAO shirt on.

Biscuits looks offended and turns to Gravy to show his offense. "Whatta tolkin' abowt? I ain't goht no accent!"

"Hontōni? Kuīnzu no ō kara kyarī no yō ni hanaseru yō ni shiyou to suruto? (Really? Trying to speak like Carrie from King of Queens?)"

Biscuits stumbles to find a response but fails to do so. "Fine. I'll go to school." He says defeated. He hunches over and walks up the stairs slowly. He emanates sorrow as he walks up the steps.

August 05, 2014. 2:35 PM. Drew Stevenson Collegiate Institute in Kansas City, Missouri.

Biscuits joyfully hops down the steps from the entrance and meets up with Gravy who is standing in the exact same spot. Biscuits has a mortarboard on and a rolled up piece of paper in his hand. "Well, it is done!" He says joyfully without a single trace of his accent remaining. "I have earned my high school diploma! That was easy. I wonder why so many people drop out of high school! Now, I can go on to live a happy life and reach my full potential! Thank your Gravy. You were right! Education is extremely important."

The two turn around and give a thumbs up to the camera. Freeze frame.