Category: DTM’s Fiction

Power Rangers Vs. Street Fighter – 2003 Parody Edition

A bit of backstory; the original SF vs PR was conceived as a “rush-job” fan-comic back in 1998 – originally thought it was 1997, but the comic had a date of 1998 and features some “plot” elements from Street Fighter Alpha 3, which was released in 1998. The artwork and storyline was kinda crap, but all things considered, it was an interesting concept to visit (certainly no stranger than having SF characters in a fighting game with fucking X-Men) and thus was revisited in 2003 in the form of a parody fanfic, which managed to translate the absurdity and lousiness of the original comic rather faithfully.

Surprisingly, I never bothered to repost the fic here. And so here we are. It’s not something I’m particularly pleased with, but some people seem to like it. So it did something right, at least. However, I wouldn’t mind doing a “proper” story with “proper” narrative and all that. We’ll see.

DISCLAIMER: The author of this piece would like to state that characters from Power Rangers are properties of Saban Brands, characters from Street Fighter are properties of Capcom, characters from Sonic are properties of Sega, and not that of the author.

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Power Rangers Beginnings (2003 Edit For Fanfiction.Net)

Been a while since I did these repost things. I guess I better learn to start following up on scheduling issues, but that’s always been an issue with me, I suppose.

Power Rangers Beginnings, my first offering into the realm of fanfiction, was originally posted in 2001 on the old DTM Webstation site when it was laying around on Tripod. The story eventually got a slight edit in 2003 when it was posted on the Fanfiction.Net account, which is what this repost happens to be.

This thing is roughly ten years old and even with some minor edits and fixes, it hasn’t aged all that well. I’m trying to get a major revision worked on, but that’s going to be a while.

Disclaimer: The author would like to clarify that Power Rangers and its characters is owned by Saban Brands and not the author.

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In a time of great strife, a legendary interdimensional being known as Zordon came to the city of Angel Grove to establish a vanguard in the never ending struggle against evil. With the aid of his trusted assistant, Alpha 5, the noble master sought out five extraordinary teenagers and gave them the power to transform into an unstoppable fighting force. In time of great need, the young heroes could now call upon colossal assault vehicles known as “Zords”. While the identity of the five remained a guarded secret, their courageous exploits soon became the stuff of legend, earning them the title… The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers… this is the beginning of their story and how they came to be…

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My Conversation With A Man Who Klings On His Honor

Last year, I wrote a fake interview with Superman, who turned out to be a different take from the usual Superman take. No one bit on it and for good reason… well, here we are again with another fictional conversation of sorts… and today’s guest would say that his kind never do these sorts of things… but then again, he’ll say that about a lot of things that he wouldn’t want to do.

There are good Klingons and there are bad Klingons. Good Klingons have high regard for honor. Bad Klingons don’t. Good Klingons are fighters who are willing to die. Bad Klingons are cowards and don’t want to risk their lives for common fights.

And then there’s Worf.

Worf can’t be classified as either a good Klingon or a bad Klingon. In fact, he can’t even be considered the Starfleet Klingon because then you’d have to neglect B’Elanna Torres of Voyager (never mind the fact she’s only half Klingon – it still counts!) So how does one describe Worf?

Well, Worf is a pretty unexcited fellow. He claims Klingons do not laugh, and soon he discovered that Klingons not only laugh, but they go targ-hunting, eat worms, and kill people purely for entertainment sakes. Worf eventually became an ambassador, but that job didn’t last long and was soon an officer with a small role in Nemesis. Worf, now on leave after killing more imaginary cowboys in the holodeck, has decided to grace his presence and grant me some (fake) interview time.

The results are as follows… and was hidden from view for years for a very good reason, I’m afraid…

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What If Kane’s Run As WWF Champion Lasted Longer?

So King Of The Ring 98 is known primarily for two things; Hell In A Cell and also Kane defeating Stone Cold Steve Austin in a First Blood match (thanks to a deliberate chairshot from Undertaker) to win the WWF Championship… which he would lose the next night on RAW back to Austin in order to pop some sort of rating… which they didn’t need to do because they were already handing WCW their ass, but I digress.

So the thought occurred to me the other day… what if Kane had been champion a little longer than a day? Maybe… let’s say about a couple weeks before the next PPV. Give Austin something to chase for a bit. Could you have produced some compelling television with that piece of business? I don’t know… maybe…

Here’s the thing with that angle. It could have worked because of the Undertaker factor. The whole thing with Taker and Kane and whether they’re in cahoots or not probably would have worked better if Taker was doing whatever he could to protect Kane and his title from harm… not necessarily out of brotherly love, but mostly so that when the time came, he’d be the one to challenge Kane for the title and no one else. Maybe you keep Austin off TV for a week or two to sell the chairshot he ate from Taker before he comes back and issue the man-to-man challenge to Kane, who accepts at the next PPV and then while Undertaker gets his title shot at Summerslam, Austin regains the belt from Kane and then we can do business as usual.

It could have been interesting, I suppose… but then again, am I just waxing nostalgia for the good old days or am I just doing whatever I can to avoid talking about the current WWE product… which is kinda, sorta sucking right about now?

I dunno… just a thought.

My Conversation With A Man Of Steel

So a while back, I had come across MAD About Superheroes, which was a collection of MAD Magazine strips and pieces about superheroes. One of the pieces included was called “Superman R.I.P.” and was no doubt released during the hype period surrounding the Death of Superman story in the 90s… and yes, Superman is still around today, so that amounted to nothing.

Anyway, in one of the frames, Superman is shelling out his guts to a therapist and the thought occurred… what was the guy actually saying during that session? I don’t know, either… but I ended up writing this thing, which turned out to be… quite something else.

Originally dubbed a “Fictional Interview” but retitled something less mechanical and soulless… and yes, there are more of these to come.

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