Occulo vs Tesuto Act 2 - The Story of the Single Cloud 単一のクラ

Referee: In bounds!

Occulo peered over the edge of the ring, alarmed at just how close he was to being eliminated not only from the match, but from this life entirely.

Akuma: He's surviving by the skin of his teeth here. Tesuto to win in the next minute.

Itami: ...

Occulo slowly rose to cheers from the audience. Tesuto slowly walked towards him.

Occulo: Damn this. Right, new strategy needed. Clearly charging straight at him isn't working. I need to catch him off guard. Right, let's go.

Occulo sprinted towards him and is grounded by a swift kick. He gets up and does the same again, to the same result. He gets up and charges at him once more, Tesuto prepares his kick again...

Occulo: Now!

Occulo stops and drops to the ground. He grabs Tesuto's single standing leg and hoists it upwards causing him to be flung through the air.

Yes

Itami: Do it Occulo, use your training

Occulo takes a split second breath and leaps into the air. He grabs both of Tesuto's legs, which are pointing towards the sky and places his the flat of his foot on to Tesuto's throat. As Tesuto lands hard on the ground, Occulo's foot slams into his throat with the momentum. He takes a couple of steps backwards, prone, ready for him to get up.

Akuma: Hmm. So he learnt something after all.

Itami wears a dry smile, but very briefly

The referee begins to count out Tesuto

Referee: 1!

2!

3!

4!

The crowd are silent, watching with great intensity. Tesuto lies on the ground spluttering globs of spit out on to the marble floor.

5!

6!

7!

He then vomits about a cupful of blood

Occulo: He's really hurt. Call the match referee and get him some help.

Tesuto: No...

Occulo: What?

Referee: 8!

Occulo runs over and lifts Tesuto into his arms, he carries him towards the edge of the ring.

Akuma: What...what is he doing?

Itami: Occulo...if you step out the ring you'll lose...put him down!

Occulo: He's spewing up blood damn it! He needs medical attention NOW

Akuma gets to his feet

Akuma: Doctor! Take Tesuto from Occulo and attend to him.

The doctor runs in to the ring and carefully retrieves Tesuto's vomiting form from Occulo's arms with a bow.

Referee, declare Occulo the winner by knockout

The referee bows and takes Occulo's hand. He speaks to him in a hushed tone.

Referee: I've never seen such graciousness

Occulo: Thank you

Referee: It won't last

Occulo: What?

He raises Occulos arm in victory

Referee: Your winner, Occulo!!

He resumes his hushed tone

The mercy you show your opponents will be soon kicked out of you. For your own good. Akuma only asked the doctor to tend to Tesuto as to not undermine you. Otherwise he'd have been left to die.

Occulo: But why are the doctors here then?

In case something happens to the audience. Or me or any other officials. They never were here for you or Tesuto. Remember that.

The referee bows to the audience, then to Occulo and finally to Akuma and Itami who have entered the ring and are walking towards Occulo.

Occulo: Well?

Akuma goes to walk past him but stops, his head parallel to Occulo's but still looking forward

Akuma: In your next fight, you'll die

Occulo's victorious expression turns to anguish as Akuma and Itami proceed to exit the ring. The audience start to filter out of the stadium.

Occulo: Hey! Akuma!

Akuma stops in his tracks and turns around to face him

What's your problem?

The audience fall dead silent, fully aware of the magnitude at this blatant show of disrespect. Itami's calm, stone cold demeanour collapses into a look of fear and worry.

Akuma: Excuse me?

Occulo: I won that fight. I nearly killed that guy. Yet still you struggle to be even remotely impressed or accepting of me.

Akuma steps forward and stops about a foot away from Occulo, staring up in to his piercing blue eyes

Akuma: If I were to punch you in the stomach Occulo, how do you think that would feel?

Occulo: I'd feel like punching you back twice as hard

The crowd gasped and those with children quickly picked them up and left the arena

Akuma: You have absolutely no comprehension of what you're involved in here do you?

Occulo: No, but I have asked, and nobody has bothered to tell me. So don't you DARE stand there and call me ignorant when all I have done is embrace this every day without knowing what it means to you. I BEAT Tesuto. I have trained relentessly every day and wore the Single Cloud with pride. Now I know you hate me and perhaps it's just you being impossible to impress. But I know the man who watches me train and fight everyday respects me and knows I am giving absolutely everything I have for this. All I want Akuma, ALL I WANT is just some answers. You even called ME the answer. What am I the answer to? What are the unanswered questions here?? TELL ME

Occulo stares down at Akuma's stern eyes, their noses now about an inch apart.

Akuma: If you touch me, I will crush you. If you stand back and sit down on the ground, I will tell you everything you need to know.

Occulo: Please, do not hide anything from me. I have walked through my whole life without knowing things that have come back to put me on the brink of surrender and insanity. Please, tell me everything

Akuma: As you wish

Occulo steps back and sits on the ground, his legs crossed. Akuma clicks his fingers at one of the tea-ladies.

Tea please. Itami, retrieve the board.

Itami looks like he's just been told the plane he his on as double engine failure

Itami: The...the board? The Rengoku Board?? But it hasn't been seen in a centu-

Akuma: GO. Yes. Everyone leave. The show is over. Get back to the village.

The audience quickly obey and in less than a minute have completely left the stadium. The tea ladies slowly rest two trays, consisting of two porcelain bowls of thick, slightly frothy green tea, with a small piece of confectionary that resembled the head of a pink and white rose. They bowed and quickly scurried away and out of the arena, passing Itami who in his arms was a board about the size of a standard chess board, with a small wooden box placed on top of it, which he placed on the ground next to Occulo and Akuma.

Itami: Would you like me to stay master?

Akuma: No. Go. Guard the entrance.

Itami bowed and left the arena, a great deal of worry seemingly weighing him down. As soon as the arena doors shut Akuma spoke

Akuma: So. You want to know exactly what your purpose is here?

Occulo: Yes

Akuma: So be it

CUT

Occulo sits at the foot of the hill that seems to wind up in to infinity to the top of the mountain. The weather is perfectly still, as if he were sat in a photograph of a sunny day.

Occulo: Andre, you lucky fool. You get to be the first in a long line of opponents who I'm going to put on a pedestal and chisel away at, leaving a wobbling core for me to grind into dust on Sunday. So I see you haven't changed, you're still the immature manchild living in your own fantasy world. You like fantasy Andre? Does reality scare you that much?
I'm going to go Saiyan and destroy each one of your worlds one by one. Post Future Trunks saga, doing this shit on my own fruition with Frieza smiling up at me from HFIL.
But you know what before I do I'll let you exist in these worlds and we'll just see how you do. Stewie killed Lois. What'll happen to Andre? Simulation begin.


Andre boarded the Hogwarts Express, his little heart fluttering in his chest like the feathers on his caged owl. A boy with thick ginger hair and a vacant expression approached him, his mouth bulging with some kind of peculier candy. "Hello" said Andre, a friendly smile across his face. "Hello, Ron, Ron Weasley. Shall we sit in here?" Andre happily obliged and slid open a heavy door revealing a booth, which they sat at opposite sides of. "Are you excited?" asked Andre, as he adjusted his cases. "Absolutely! I hope I get into Gryffindor though. My brothers and well my whole family have always been a Gryffindor" he said this with confidence but his expression told otherwise. "You'll get there, it must be in your blood" said Andre reassuringly. "I hope I don't end up in Hufflepuff" said Ron with a belly laugh. "What's wrong with Hufflepuff?" enquired Andre. "Hufflepuff is filled with the biggest load of sad, pathetic losers with absolutely no magic ability whatsoever. It is said that the founder, Helga Hufflepuff, never knew any magic at all. Her parents just fucking hated her. They said all she ever did was run around her bedroom thinking she was some kind of witch. Living in a bloody fantasy land. So she got sent to Hogwarts and as the years went by she created the house Hufflepuff. Think of it as our special needs group. They just sit them all down in a soft play area and give them inflatable wands. Then they teach them the levitation spell and someone just throws a ball in the air from behind a wall. Bless them. Their parents are so sick of them they just send them to Hogwarts to get rid of them. They are embarrassed by them. Ashamed of them. An embarrasing burden. Honestly, the kids in Hufflepuff need to grow the fuck up and stop living in cloud cuckoo land. Stupid cunts".

One hour later and the Grand Hall is filled with as much excitement as there is food. Albus Dumbledore got to his feet and announced "It is time to sort you all in to your houses. You will each come and sit under the sorting hat, which will delegate you to your house. First name, Andre Jenson". Andre got to his feet and walked slowly to the sorting hat. Throughout the room were ever strengthening murmours of "look at this little faggot, he's got Hufflepuff written all over him" and "Lmfao, Hufflepuff Heir right there". He sat on the stool and Albus placed the hat on his head, which sprung to life. "What the fuck is this shit?" said the hat. The room giggled but stopped as Albus raised a hand. "Get this piece of shit out of my fucking sight. Motherfucking Hufflepuff this little cunt". Albus nodded and in one violent action, roundhouse kicked Andre round the back of the head sending him flying off the stool and face first on to the Hufflepuff table, on which the food had disappeared, and was now awash with Fisher Price toys and games." The whole room erupted into laughter. "Have fun not learning real magic, you unwanted piece of shit" said Dumbledore. With a look of sympathy on his face Hagrid got off his chair and walked down to where a weeping Andre sat. "It's okay my boy" said Hagrid with a warm smile. He rested his hand on the back of Andre's head, who sat upright with a comforted expression. "Voldemort will put you out of your misery eventually" with this he slammed Andre's face into the table as hard as he could, causing the wood itself to crack and splinter. The whole room stood and cheered Hagrid, who high-fived the rest of the kids and returned to his seat, downing his tequila as he did. Blood seeped from Andre's skull and dripped on to the hallowed floor. "Welcome to Hogwarts, you little bitch" said McGonogall with an evil glare.

Oh dear. That went well didn't it? Fantasy world number one destroyed for you. Good. What's next? Ah yes, the world of Dungeons and Dragons, your childhood favourite. Simulation begin.



Well fuck, you end up crippled again. Is there any fantasy world of yours Andre where you don't end up injured and/or humiliated? No

DeMarcus, so you just randomly and out of the blue turn up on my internet feed and ask me if I'm ready for a beatdown. Well yeah, I'm a professional wrestler. Kind of in the job description to always be ready for that. Oh sorry you were attempting to sound threatening weren't you? Yeah trying to intimidate me. Yeah see I didn't quite get that. Not sure anybody did. You fucking idiot. What even are you? Just some random person who despite being a wrestler a while is STILL a fucking moronic jobber. You're worse than that actually, you're a "Local Athlete". Just that guy in the ring in the same fighting trunks that the last local athletes wore that he had to give back. Bet they didn't even waste money washing them. So local athlete, what are your plans in the UCI? Let me tell you that you've already completely embarrassed yourself by signing up to this tournament. They've been awfully kind letting "Local Athlete" join the world title pursuit. Well done UCI, letting the obscure and utterly hopeless just try and make a name for themselves. You know every single time the commentators say your name people are like "eh? who cares what his name is? how do they even know his name?" and the only way you would EVER get over with the fans is if you managed to actually DO a hip toss. See I've been there Marcus, I've been one of the most over wrestlers in the history of the WCF and I will be here. When I stood up to Joey Flash during our war and had one of, if not THE greatest matches in that dead company's history I was a hero. I was a symbol and an icon of the opressed and I was an inspiration for those who just didn't have the courage to stand and stare those that strike us down in the eyes and say NO. I lost that match Jordan, but you see before you start rattling nonsensically, that shit doesn't matter because I refused all along to give up. Fuck I even earned his respect, and I respected him back, because we electrified sports entertainment that night and wrote our names in to history. Do you honestly think Jordan that you'll EVER reach that level?

You're as obscure as they come. You're not even a lower card wrestler. You might have the sad story of your childhood Jordan but to honest nobody cares. Maybe the many foster parents just saw how big a disappointment you'd become. Are you listening to this Jordan? Are you feeling angry? Are you feeling small? Well time to man the fuck up and burst out of that shell of yours. You insignificant little coward. You are, and always will amount to nothing. Why don't you just retire and go write some poetry about your neglect. You're a stock character. A cardboard cut-out. If the great wrestlers of this company are a blu-ray of The Godfather you're a VHS of Twilight. If the great wrestlers of this company are caviar you're a big mac in a can. Fuck sake Adam Young is a thousand dollar champagne and you're weak orange cordial. You're losing in the first round of this tournament Jordan, and nobody will care, nobody will even notice you're there, and nobody would even bat an eyelid if you retired afterwards.

Aurora, your story is definitely interesting and I certainly have reason to sympathise with you. This "person" who pushed you in to this company to make a profit from you, I hope you shoved a fistful of dollars down his throat. You're a debutant I'm excited to face because you show something that Jenson and that local athlete wouldn't have even the substance to show. You've developed a love and passion for this on the back of hate and sorrow. You've done everything right. You've stood up, a strong woman who has absolutely made the best out of a bad situation. "Relentless training and nonstop motivation" instead of just sitting there moping and feeling sorry for yourself. Fuck you've shown more balls than half the men in this company. I'm absolutely invested in you Aurora, you're going to achieve something fucking incredible here. I wish Katherine Phoenix was still around. I would pay millions to watch you slap that irritating, mind numbingly ANNOYING smile off her face. Look Aurora, I've said some true shit about Jenson and ermm (Jordan?) here but I have absolutely nothing to say, nor any reason whatsoever to put you down. I support you one hundred percent here. Mentally you're phenomenally strong and I only pray that you show it in the ring. I want to stand in that ring Aurora and feel the heat of the fire in your eyes. I want to grapple with you and I want to hurt you just to see how you react to the pain. I want to punch you in the face just to see how hard you come back at me. Most of all, I want to beat you in to the ground and pin you for the win, just to see how a coiled spring as dangerous as you bounces back and takes this fed by the balls. I'm going to beat you Aurora, I'm going to destroy you. And the best part of it? We'll love every minute because we share a love, determination and absolute passion for what we do, and for that I shake your hand and after Sunday, I wish you all the fucking best.

The three of you are about to witness first hand the lengths I will go to to make sure that belt is mine. The UCI is going to become one of the biggest wrestling companies on the planet, and it needs a face. A face that people recognise as having given absolutely everything to the industry and its fans. A name that people see on the card and know that in that match they will get their absolute money's worth. You see this is THE time and THE place where I show the world that I AM a force on my own, and not just a force stood alongside my Sentinels. People said I couldn't do it, that I was always "riding on Flash's coattails". Well you fucking sit there and WATCH me do it. I won the United States Championship and I powered through to the final of the last World Title tournament I was in, where I soundly lost to Jay Omega. Of which I have no shame. Occulo is rising, and I will fight through each and every single one of these matches with only the eyes and the voices of the people I have loved and entertained and gave them that escape one night a week in my corner. I am going to carry them on this journey with me and let them know that they are champions too. UCI, you can look at your Jayson Prices and your other legends and call them favourites to walk this competition. But you'll fucking see what happens when you take your eye off the dark horse. This is mine for the taking. Andre, Jordan, Aurora, this isn't your time. This isn't your moment. This isn't your story. This is MY story and I'm writing your loss in to its first chapter. See you Sunday.

CUT

Out of the darkness we see the surface of the Rengoku board running the length of the screen. Akuma narrates the story as he conjures up images on the Rengoku board.