Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 7, 2009 20:44:40 GMT -5
Title gripped from his left hand, Aito laughed and staggered, pissing drunk. Moments ago he and Brandon Brown had appeared to get into a drinking contest, and for a 190 pound little guy, he could hold his liquor. Of course, as is the case with almost all drinking contests, there was no winner, but both men no doubt believed themselves the victor. The night was cold, but he was confident as to the location to the motel. Canadians were no better then Americans, and had the added negative of the weather. Aito wasn't wearing anything to protect himself, but even as flakes of snow clung to his black shirt and pants, he was sweating a little. The slight cold sensation in his extremities he ignored. He wasn't so much singing as shouting at the top of his lungs, making his way across the empty street.
"LINDA LINDA! LINDA-LINDA LINDAAAAA!" He shouted the Blue Hearts hoarsely, fusing into "To Young to Fall in Love," then "Feel like Making love," though the last two he just made up words in Japanese. He was laughing, and was contemplating taking a piss soon when he was shocked by the headlights smashing on in the dark, and he saw the black and white Hummer too late as it smashed into his body. Even in his drunken state, he noticed the License Plate, custom('Angry Feet,' it said.) made. He acted quick, and grabbed the front grill, feet sliding against the road, shredding his shoes instantly, and causing the soles to bleed and tear, but the vehicle stopped. Even blinded by the lights, he knew who it was. He sneered, too drunk to factor in his mortality.
"Back off, beady eyed foul. Morgan Freeman gonna read at your Eulogy, fucke-"VROOM!
The large vehicle revved it's engine, and pushed him further, causing Komosube's lower back to explode in pain. He screamed out, but began laughing, eyes crazy now. It looked like someone didn't like being kicked the other week. Someone wanted to play, and that was perfectly fine with Komosube! VROOM!
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(DURING SENTINEL)
I saw the wannabe Punk Rocker pull Hazel out the ring, and that was it! I'd been keeping an eye on Mr. Straight Edge, and during the whole match my 'Tool-O-Meter' had been flashing in the Crimson. Now, seeing him interfere with my protege's score AND bully my buddy at the same time?! No, someone's gotta die! IJ charged forward, launching both my feet off the ground, planting them in James' chest, HARD. Manoman it felt good, even better as the jerk smashed a right fist into my face, and it wasn't long before we were exchanging barrages, the sick part of me laughing inside. Hell, why'd I ever retire?! Jeezus Goddamn Christ, this was amazing! I floored the chump down with an uppercut, but even as he rolled back to his feet I noticed the giant arm of Aesc wrap around my chest, hoisting me up with little warning. Ah, shit, this was that 'Satanic Conversion,' wadn't it?! I had just finished crossing myself and kicking myself for not trying to hug the big guy more when I was dropped suddenly, and it wasn't till I rolled away did I realize that the Diamond Jack guy had taken the Hockey Masked guy down with a bicycle kick. Hey, how about that! We were on fire! Seriously, we were tearing these guys apart-
I felt Dylan spin me around, and before I could do anything I was socked in the face and thrown over the barricade, hearing the screams of several people as I landed right in their laps...looking up, at soft, pale, jiggly heaven. They looked down at me, and up above a pair of blue eyes matched them perfectly. She smiled slightly, and I grinned wide under my Face, realizing I was dealing with a psycho. The only kind of woman for me. She spoke up, chewing her gum, seeming to not mind at all a strange masked man in her lap.
"Sexy mask."
"Sexy tits." I raised my eyebrows up and down suggestively, and she giggled. After a second, she merely pointed toward the arena. Oh.
"Oh, well, she's really just a friend, I mean I really don't think of her that way..."
She merely snickered and rolled her eyes.
"No, it looks like she won."
I looked up, suddenly alert, and saw her sliding out the ring. I grinned and turned back, giving a thumb's up even as I was backing up, sliding over the barricade.
"Thanks! Hey, you should get those checked for lumps, like, all the time! And, take up the trampoline! Please!" I begged, before I turned my back, holding Chen's hand into the air. All thoughts of flotation devices left my brain, however, as I saw Chen's face. Something was up.
He was down to one knee, now, smelling cigar smoke from the rolled down driver's seat even as the vehicle threatened to crush him. So easy to roll away, to run, to claim oneself Mighty while picking your battles. He felt his body scream in pain and suddenly realized he was not going to win...His body versus iron and steel, it seemed like the latter would win, which frankly he was fine with. If he couldn't conquer even this by himself, he had no business wielding the belt that lay on the ground beside him. He felt the hummer inch forward, and grunted, absolutely no fear of his death. This is how it ends. Run down in some foreign frozen hell, a perfect end for Komosube! He almost welcomed the thought, wondering if they would sit there and weep crocodile tears at his picture on the wall. If Declan would lie through his teeth about respecting the former Champion. If the weedstalk would sit there behind mirror sunglasses, that midget trying to pass his stoned master off as being remorseful. If that fucking thick-lipped fat black roundeye would eat everything in the house, if his best and only true friend would even notice that Komosube was ever even gone. He thought of the disgrace his funeral would be, a bunch of cowards staying silent to avoid the truth, afraid to scream their hatred of him, to declare to his picture what a fool he always was. No, none would do him the service he had done for his father.
Father.
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Later that week, during training, I hadn't even noticed the fist slam across my jaw, knocking me to my ass. It took a while to shake the cobwebs off, and Chinatsu was right down beside me, eyes wide.
"Hey," she replied in perfect English, "Are you ok?? You usually see any attack a mile away! Does this mean I'm 5 times better then you yet??"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her humor laced with concern, and suddenly, I had trouble breathing...The Ghost took a toll, and I was very tired of It colouring my thoughts, tainting my intentions. I reached up, unlacing the mask, and slowly I pullllllllllllllllled.... it off. I gulped in air, cracking my neck, black hair down to my neck. Chinatsu's eyes widened, still not used to seeing my unmasked face. Thank god we were in my gym, and not back at the Arena. Jesus, there was nowhere in that cursed building he could get away from himself, and truly be safe from prying eyes. I leaned back, and Chinatsu followed suit, laying lazily on the ring, on her side. She spoke up.
"What's the matter, Crimson? Your worrying me..."
First I placed the mask face down on the mat, so it would stop staring at me in anger that I would dare remove it...Then, I spoke, my voice different.
"Declan recently stopped paying me as a manager..."
Chen looked puzzled. "Wait, you've been going without any money?? You hungry?!"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, no, nothing like that, kid...no, I'm getting paid again, but he made me sign as a wrestler."
Chinatsu merely looked at me, head tilting. "...So?"
I looked back at her, eyes going back to normal. "So, I'm here to manage you. End of story. What if he books me in matches? What if he tries to push me to the spotlight?"
Chinatsu's face scrunched, smile on her face? "You kidding me?? Take it! Your a phenomenal wrestler, it's about time you got some massive American recognition...and not just matches, but something concrete to add to your name here. Besides, it's not like we're competing for attention, right? I have a belt in my locker room that says I'm some big fancy athlete, you should have one, too. Think about it...maybe we could even be tag champs! Gabrielle and Diamond Jack I hear were talking about it, why not?"
Listening to her made a lot of sense, and I nodded my head, thinking. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her bite her bottom lip, looking into the distance. I reached out, shaking her shoulder slightly.
"Ok, your turn. What's the matter?"
She looked down, and there was a sadness to her. I understood it instantly.
"Oh, I get it...Y'know what? We've been training enough...you know what I want you to do?"
She looked up, slightly curious. I continued. "At Eight, win or lose, I want you to get on a plane back to Japan the morning after. How long's it been since you've seen your family?"
Chen thought. "Couple of months..." I nodded. "That's what I thought...You definitely deserve a vacation. I mean, shit, this can all get overwhelming, and besides, it's always good to get the fuck away from Los Angeles. This place drives people nuts..."
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No. Not like this. His father had left behind a legacy, and had paved it with his body and soul. His father would not fall to this, would not let himself be flattened in some godless land. He'd have taken all they'd thrown at him, all their petty insults, all their cowardly sneak attacks and backstage politics, and he would LAUGH. He would rise above and show them they couldn't get inside his head. He was stronger then Komosube, and this thought he couldn't expel from his mind, even as his muscles steeled with new resolve and his eyes grew wide, and an unholy scream came from his lips.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
With great effort, Komosube stood, still gripping the front of the revving vehicle, hearing frantic cursing from the driver's seat. The effort to do what he did next almost tore something, but with a great exclamation, he twisted his body and threw the Hummer on it's side, causing it to roll upside down, before going to his knees again, almost retching from the power that took...He heard a car door open, looked up, and saw Penguin tracks leading into the darkness of night. This made him laugh, and he called out into the night.
"That's right, you waddling fuck! ALL HAIL KOMOSUBE!"
And with his 3rd attempt to stand(the first two were painful), he staggered home, laughing into the night as he did so. Yes, he felt good about this night...
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(The screen pulls out, and we see Chen sitting in a steel folding chair, covered with sweat and gasping, though she is smiling for the camera. We see Hanson beside her, chuckling.)
Hanson: You ok, champ? your always pushing yourself, just like the big guy...the Chen bloodline must be stubborn indeed, huh?
Chen: You know it! How do you think half of us get born?
Hanson: *laughs* Hey Pimps and Pimpettes, this is Daniel Hanson with the sensational Chinatsu Chen inside the Crimson Ghost's personal training center, and getting freaked out by the mosquitos flying around! So, Chen, you seen the competition's words? Misery and Gabrielle...
Chen: Yes, and I can see Gabrielle continues to focus on my nationality and complain about my 'theft' of 'her' title. Frankly, I don't get it. In the time it takes to say all of that stuff, she could just try and beat me in the ring and actually have weight to her statements of being better. I never understood why someone would want to talk the talk more then walk the walk...
Hanson: Ah, could be a strategy on her part, who knows, kid. Everyone's got their reasons. Any comments regarding Misery's...comments?
Chen: ...*blushes*
(Hanson laughs)
Hanson: What, she freak you out?
(Chen whines, eyes wide.): Yes! That's so fucking creepy!
(she wraps her arms around herself, self consciously.)
Chen: But she did bring up some great points. She was the first Women's Champion, and I only know a select handful of men that could match her strength, much less women. It's going to be very difficult trying to somehow take her on, and it would be impossible if I brought anything less then my absolute best.
Hanson: You nervous?
Chen: Absolutely, Daniel! My first title defense?? Against two women who could be called masters of ther crafts?? But, I think I'm ready. We can only hope I haven't bit off more then I can chew, huh?
(Chen nods, exhaling deep, before her and Hanson joke around more, clearly pals.)
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Later that night, he layed face down on the massage table, the lithe Asian woman expertly reducing his knots and worries to nothing even as she sat straddling his lower back. At points he groaned, almost delirious from the sensation. This Saturday, he would need to be at his best to beat Brandon Brown. Ally though he was, Komosube was not going to hold anything back, and softly grinned at memories of catching Brown's leg and thrashing him into the turnbuckle like a ragdoll. The memory of crushing him with a Kamikaze smasher, combined with the talented fingers cracking his spine back into place, made him drool.
"Relax." Her Japanese was pretty good, but he detected the accent, speaking out.
"Your Japanese is passable. Your accent...you Vietnamese?"
He heard her inhale of breath, and she sounded impressed, even as she realigned him. "Wow! Not many are able to match it...Your pretty sharp...Oooh, feel that?"
He did, and groaned in approval even as she nodded. The pains of pushing himself seemed to fade away, and he grit his teeth in new, welcome pain as his back aflamed in sensation. He spoke again.
"So. Vietnamese, huh?"
She spoke. "Yeah..."
He grunted, thinking it over. "Asian enough, I suppose..."
She sort of chuckled, not understanding. "Asian enough? Asian enough for what-"
With agility he spun around under her, and pushed her kimono up more, looking at her body. She gasped, and tried to flail, tried to get away, speaking up pannickedly. Her Japanese degenerated the more frightened she got.
"I-oh-nonono please, I'm not that kind of masseus-" Komosube had enough, and grabbed from the table beside him a wad of American hundreds. He shoved them in the woman's mouth, and she stayed quiet, whimpering throughout. Komosube was drunk enough not to care, and after taking her roughly, he pushed her off the table, leaving her to quietly gather her equipment and leave the motel before sobbing in the elevator. Komosube knew none of this, and probably wouldn't care. He merely slept, grinning the grin of a champion, confident in his Might. He would win because he was just, this he knew.
OOC: Yeah, Komosube's become more of a bad guy in this one. Also, that 'fan' Ghost got thrown into the lap to? Supposed to be the crazy stalker Quinn that BoolZ introduced, but I guess I was too subtle with her appearance. Oh well. One other thing, when Komosube is screaming 'LINA LINDAAA!', those are lyrics to a Blue Hearts song. The only Japanese music I know.
"LINDA LINDA! LINDA-LINDA LINDAAAAA!" He shouted the Blue Hearts hoarsely, fusing into "To Young to Fall in Love," then "Feel like Making love," though the last two he just made up words in Japanese. He was laughing, and was contemplating taking a piss soon when he was shocked by the headlights smashing on in the dark, and he saw the black and white Hummer too late as it smashed into his body. Even in his drunken state, he noticed the License Plate, custom('Angry Feet,' it said.) made. He acted quick, and grabbed the front grill, feet sliding against the road, shredding his shoes instantly, and causing the soles to bleed and tear, but the vehicle stopped. Even blinded by the lights, he knew who it was. He sneered, too drunk to factor in his mortality.
"Back off, beady eyed foul. Morgan Freeman gonna read at your Eulogy, fucke-"VROOM!
The large vehicle revved it's engine, and pushed him further, causing Komosube's lower back to explode in pain. He screamed out, but began laughing, eyes crazy now. It looked like someone didn't like being kicked the other week. Someone wanted to play, and that was perfectly fine with Komosube! VROOM!
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(DURING SENTINEL)
I saw the wannabe Punk Rocker pull Hazel out the ring, and that was it! I'd been keeping an eye on Mr. Straight Edge, and during the whole match my 'Tool-O-Meter' had been flashing in the Crimson. Now, seeing him interfere with my protege's score AND bully my buddy at the same time?! No, someone's gotta die! IJ charged forward, launching both my feet off the ground, planting them in James' chest, HARD. Manoman it felt good, even better as the jerk smashed a right fist into my face, and it wasn't long before we were exchanging barrages, the sick part of me laughing inside. Hell, why'd I ever retire?! Jeezus Goddamn Christ, this was amazing! I floored the chump down with an uppercut, but even as he rolled back to his feet I noticed the giant arm of Aesc wrap around my chest, hoisting me up with little warning. Ah, shit, this was that 'Satanic Conversion,' wadn't it?! I had just finished crossing myself and kicking myself for not trying to hug the big guy more when I was dropped suddenly, and it wasn't till I rolled away did I realize that the Diamond Jack guy had taken the Hockey Masked guy down with a bicycle kick. Hey, how about that! We were on fire! Seriously, we were tearing these guys apart-
I felt Dylan spin me around, and before I could do anything I was socked in the face and thrown over the barricade, hearing the screams of several people as I landed right in their laps...looking up, at soft, pale, jiggly heaven. They looked down at me, and up above a pair of blue eyes matched them perfectly. She smiled slightly, and I grinned wide under my Face, realizing I was dealing with a psycho. The only kind of woman for me. She spoke up, chewing her gum, seeming to not mind at all a strange masked man in her lap.
"Sexy mask."
"Sexy tits." I raised my eyebrows up and down suggestively, and she giggled. After a second, she merely pointed toward the arena. Oh.
"Oh, well, she's really just a friend, I mean I really don't think of her that way..."
She merely snickered and rolled her eyes.
"No, it looks like she won."
I looked up, suddenly alert, and saw her sliding out the ring. I grinned and turned back, giving a thumb's up even as I was backing up, sliding over the barricade.
"Thanks! Hey, you should get those checked for lumps, like, all the time! And, take up the trampoline! Please!" I begged, before I turned my back, holding Chen's hand into the air. All thoughts of flotation devices left my brain, however, as I saw Chen's face. Something was up.
He was down to one knee, now, smelling cigar smoke from the rolled down driver's seat even as the vehicle threatened to crush him. So easy to roll away, to run, to claim oneself Mighty while picking your battles. He felt his body scream in pain and suddenly realized he was not going to win...His body versus iron and steel, it seemed like the latter would win, which frankly he was fine with. If he couldn't conquer even this by himself, he had no business wielding the belt that lay on the ground beside him. He felt the hummer inch forward, and grunted, absolutely no fear of his death. This is how it ends. Run down in some foreign frozen hell, a perfect end for Komosube! He almost welcomed the thought, wondering if they would sit there and weep crocodile tears at his picture on the wall. If Declan would lie through his teeth about respecting the former Champion. If the weedstalk would sit there behind mirror sunglasses, that midget trying to pass his stoned master off as being remorseful. If that fucking thick-lipped fat black roundeye would eat everything in the house, if his best and only true friend would even notice that Komosube was ever even gone. He thought of the disgrace his funeral would be, a bunch of cowards staying silent to avoid the truth, afraid to scream their hatred of him, to declare to his picture what a fool he always was. No, none would do him the service he had done for his father.
Father.
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Later that week, during training, I hadn't even noticed the fist slam across my jaw, knocking me to my ass. It took a while to shake the cobwebs off, and Chinatsu was right down beside me, eyes wide.
"Hey," she replied in perfect English, "Are you ok?? You usually see any attack a mile away! Does this mean I'm 5 times better then you yet??"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her humor laced with concern, and suddenly, I had trouble breathing...The Ghost took a toll, and I was very tired of It colouring my thoughts, tainting my intentions. I reached up, unlacing the mask, and slowly I pullllllllllllllllled.... it off. I gulped in air, cracking my neck, black hair down to my neck. Chinatsu's eyes widened, still not used to seeing my unmasked face. Thank god we were in my gym, and not back at the Arena. Jesus, there was nowhere in that cursed building he could get away from himself, and truly be safe from prying eyes. I leaned back, and Chinatsu followed suit, laying lazily on the ring, on her side. She spoke up.
"What's the matter, Crimson? Your worrying me..."
First I placed the mask face down on the mat, so it would stop staring at me in anger that I would dare remove it...Then, I spoke, my voice different.
"Declan recently stopped paying me as a manager..."
Chen looked puzzled. "Wait, you've been going without any money?? You hungry?!"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "No, no, nothing like that, kid...no, I'm getting paid again, but he made me sign as a wrestler."
Chinatsu merely looked at me, head tilting. "...So?"
I looked back at her, eyes going back to normal. "So, I'm here to manage you. End of story. What if he books me in matches? What if he tries to push me to the spotlight?"
Chinatsu's face scrunched, smile on her face? "You kidding me?? Take it! Your a phenomenal wrestler, it's about time you got some massive American recognition...and not just matches, but something concrete to add to your name here. Besides, it's not like we're competing for attention, right? I have a belt in my locker room that says I'm some big fancy athlete, you should have one, too. Think about it...maybe we could even be tag champs! Gabrielle and Diamond Jack I hear were talking about it, why not?"
Listening to her made a lot of sense, and I nodded my head, thinking. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her bite her bottom lip, looking into the distance. I reached out, shaking her shoulder slightly.
"Ok, your turn. What's the matter?"
She looked down, and there was a sadness to her. I understood it instantly.
"Oh, I get it...Y'know what? We've been training enough...you know what I want you to do?"
She looked up, slightly curious. I continued. "At Eight, win or lose, I want you to get on a plane back to Japan the morning after. How long's it been since you've seen your family?"
Chen thought. "Couple of months..." I nodded. "That's what I thought...You definitely deserve a vacation. I mean, shit, this can all get overwhelming, and besides, it's always good to get the fuck away from Los Angeles. This place drives people nuts..."
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No. Not like this. His father had left behind a legacy, and had paved it with his body and soul. His father would not fall to this, would not let himself be flattened in some godless land. He'd have taken all they'd thrown at him, all their petty insults, all their cowardly sneak attacks and backstage politics, and he would LAUGH. He would rise above and show them they couldn't get inside his head. He was stronger then Komosube, and this thought he couldn't expel from his mind, even as his muscles steeled with new resolve and his eyes grew wide, and an unholy scream came from his lips.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
With great effort, Komosube stood, still gripping the front of the revving vehicle, hearing frantic cursing from the driver's seat. The effort to do what he did next almost tore something, but with a great exclamation, he twisted his body and threw the Hummer on it's side, causing it to roll upside down, before going to his knees again, almost retching from the power that took...He heard a car door open, looked up, and saw Penguin tracks leading into the darkness of night. This made him laugh, and he called out into the night.
"That's right, you waddling fuck! ALL HAIL KOMOSUBE!"
And with his 3rd attempt to stand(the first two were painful), he staggered home, laughing into the night as he did so. Yes, he felt good about this night...
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(The screen pulls out, and we see Chen sitting in a steel folding chair, covered with sweat and gasping, though she is smiling for the camera. We see Hanson beside her, chuckling.)
Hanson: You ok, champ? your always pushing yourself, just like the big guy...the Chen bloodline must be stubborn indeed, huh?
Chen: You know it! How do you think half of us get born?
Hanson: *laughs* Hey Pimps and Pimpettes, this is Daniel Hanson with the sensational Chinatsu Chen inside the Crimson Ghost's personal training center, and getting freaked out by the mosquitos flying around! So, Chen, you seen the competition's words? Misery and Gabrielle...
Chen: Yes, and I can see Gabrielle continues to focus on my nationality and complain about my 'theft' of 'her' title. Frankly, I don't get it. In the time it takes to say all of that stuff, she could just try and beat me in the ring and actually have weight to her statements of being better. I never understood why someone would want to talk the talk more then walk the walk...
Hanson: Ah, could be a strategy on her part, who knows, kid. Everyone's got their reasons. Any comments regarding Misery's...comments?
Chen: ...*blushes*
(Hanson laughs)
Hanson: What, she freak you out?
(Chen whines, eyes wide.): Yes! That's so fucking creepy!
(she wraps her arms around herself, self consciously.)
Chen: But she did bring up some great points. She was the first Women's Champion, and I only know a select handful of men that could match her strength, much less women. It's going to be very difficult trying to somehow take her on, and it would be impossible if I brought anything less then my absolute best.
Hanson: You nervous?
Chen: Absolutely, Daniel! My first title defense?? Against two women who could be called masters of ther crafts?? But, I think I'm ready. We can only hope I haven't bit off more then I can chew, huh?
(Chen nods, exhaling deep, before her and Hanson joke around more, clearly pals.)
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Later that night, he layed face down on the massage table, the lithe Asian woman expertly reducing his knots and worries to nothing even as she sat straddling his lower back. At points he groaned, almost delirious from the sensation. This Saturday, he would need to be at his best to beat Brandon Brown. Ally though he was, Komosube was not going to hold anything back, and softly grinned at memories of catching Brown's leg and thrashing him into the turnbuckle like a ragdoll. The memory of crushing him with a Kamikaze smasher, combined with the talented fingers cracking his spine back into place, made him drool.
"Relax." Her Japanese was pretty good, but he detected the accent, speaking out.
"Your Japanese is passable. Your accent...you Vietnamese?"
He heard her inhale of breath, and she sounded impressed, even as she realigned him. "Wow! Not many are able to match it...Your pretty sharp...Oooh, feel that?"
He did, and groaned in approval even as she nodded. The pains of pushing himself seemed to fade away, and he grit his teeth in new, welcome pain as his back aflamed in sensation. He spoke again.
"So. Vietnamese, huh?"
She spoke. "Yeah..."
He grunted, thinking it over. "Asian enough, I suppose..."
She sort of chuckled, not understanding. "Asian enough? Asian enough for what-"
With agility he spun around under her, and pushed her kimono up more, looking at her body. She gasped, and tried to flail, tried to get away, speaking up pannickedly. Her Japanese degenerated the more frightened she got.
"I-oh-nonono please, I'm not that kind of masseus-" Komosube had enough, and grabbed from the table beside him a wad of American hundreds. He shoved them in the woman's mouth, and she stayed quiet, whimpering throughout. Komosube was drunk enough not to care, and after taking her roughly, he pushed her off the table, leaving her to quietly gather her equipment and leave the motel before sobbing in the elevator. Komosube knew none of this, and probably wouldn't care. He merely slept, grinning the grin of a champion, confident in his Might. He would win because he was just, this he knew.
OOC: Yeah, Komosube's become more of a bad guy in this one. Also, that 'fan' Ghost got thrown into the lap to? Supposed to be the crazy stalker Quinn that BoolZ introduced, but I guess I was too subtle with her appearance. Oh well. One other thing, when Komosube is screaming 'LINA LINDAAA!', those are lyrics to a Blue Hearts song. The only Japanese music I know.
