Thighmaster for January 18th, Co-Documented by Chestnut
*From the SkyBox*
<God> WELCOME BACK EVERYONE!!! We all decided to go visit the Garden of Eden for a while caues I thought we could all use a break! But now, it's time to get back to some blood and carnige!!
<Shibadou> And what a break that was! Never tasted such wonderful apples in all my afterlife. Today, we start off the festivities with a much awaited battle between the Dexter's Laboratory Respresentitive, Monkey! And from the realm of Hyrule, the hero of heros, Link! God, what are your predictions for the first match of the evening?
<God> Well Shib, If I had to put my money on someone in this match, I would have to let it roll on Link. Not only has he battled the dark forces of Ganondorf, but I also already know the outcome cause I am God....ooppss...uumm...err...I mean, ....he wears killer boots too!!!
<Shibadou> Riiight...I'm getting word now from Santa Clause down in the ring that match is about to start! The competitors are in their places and the match is about to commence...
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*Ring*
Monkey powers up to his super-hero state, and Link unsheathes his sword and readys his sheild...
<Announcer> Tonight everyone, we have a very special Guest Referee....you know him from Survivor Africa, but he's a long time personal friend of GunBlade, your 2001 ShibCup winners....here he is...BIG TOM!!!
Big Tom steps out onto the ring, with his feather still in his butt crack. He raises his hand in a clenched fist and declairs in a thick Virginian accent: "Let's get it on like my uncle and his billy goat!"
Link looks at bit confused, scratching the back of his foot with the tip of his sword. Monkey pays no mind to the ridiculous referree and charges forward, tackling Link, forcing him to the ground.
Link, using the momentum, rolls over I top of Monkey and slides his sword into his throat.
Big Tom grins that big Virginian grin of his and says "Garsh, I guess Link wins".
<Voice> Hold it right there!!!
*A shadowy figure flys in from the sky and lands. Wearing a dark cloak and black, flowing hair peeks out from under the hood.*
<Voice> Remeber me Shib.....
*figure reaches up and unveils himself....it's Jimmy....but reformed....half human, half robot....it's MechaJimmy*
A collective gasp rings from the audience. Shibadou stands up quickly in the skybox peering down into the arena. A look of worry falls upon his face, and a drop of sweat rolls down his temple...
<Shibadou> He's back...
<M. Jimmy> That's right I'm back...and I shall continue to terrorize you and your feeble attempts at winning back the Dragon Balls and your life. Only Black Jack knows the secret of how to teleport between the dimensions of Heaven, Hell, and Earth. You will never ...ever...see your world again.
M.Jimmy peers at Link...
<M.Jimmy> And I'm taking him as a reminder...
M.Jimmy runs and grabs Link, and tosses down a smoke ball. As the smoke clears, all that is left is a very confused Big Tom and a very dead Monkey in the middle of the ring.
<Shibadou> NO!!!
<God> What the hell is going on here?!?!
The crowd is in an uproar. Everyone is running for exits and trampling everyone else in their path. The section where the ShibCup competitors sit is the only still place in the arena. Everyone sat...motionless, clenching their teeth, and fearing the worst...
<Shibadou> *turning to God* cancel the next match and call a meeting of the my cabinet.
<God> But...
<Shibadou> NOW!!
Shibadou stomps off, seething...
<Big Tom> And I thought Africa was rough...
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*Later on that evening. We now find ourselves in a giant meeting hall. A long table with officers of Shibadou's army set at each side. To one side you have God, Sir Kurbius, DooDah Man, and Santa Clause. On the other sits the three members of GunBlade. The tension is filled as The Shibadou storms into the room*
<Shibadou> Alright men, you all know what happened out there today so I don't need to sum up. Now, the time for action has come......*pauses for a moment* Where is Master Roop?
A low murmur billows from the cabinet as they look around, talking amongst themselves. Shibadou takes his seat at the head of the table...
<Shibadou> What else could go wrong today...
Shibadou slumps in his chair, and rubs his temple. The door opens slowly and Coach Roop steps in. He pulls his jedi-robes around him to conceal a small wound on his left leg. No one notices.
<Roop> Sorry I'm late...
<Shibadou> Very well, let's get this meeting underway... It has come to my att-
<Roop> I know how they're doing it...I know how they're transporting between dimensions. They have a machine that creates a portal, but it's being guarded by three evil monsters in the form of a snake, wolf, and bear. I would like GunBlade to come with me and distract the monsters while I go through the portal and contact the last saiya-jin.
<Shibadou> But, what of the tournament?
<Roop> GunBlade can return after I enter the portal in time for their match. But after I go through the portal, I will destroy it. You will not see me again until the dragon balls are found.
<Shibadou> Sounds like a good plan. Roop, it will be up to you to contact the one known as Fluffy. I shall go to her in my blue, ghost, one-with-the-Force self and tell her of your coming. Everyone else, be on your guard until then. We shall have to watch out for more attacks.
Soon the arangements were made for Roop and GunBlade's departure. They began their journey to the east, under the cover of darkness. After they were out of sight, Shibadou turns to DooDah Man, who had come along to see them off. Everyone else was asleep back at God's place.
<Shibadou> It's starting again...
<DooDah Man> What do you mean?
<Shibadou> The war's starting again...the vilolence will return...will it ever end?
<DooDah Man> Perhaps once Black Jack is dead...then we could return to peace...
<Shibadou> On could only hope. But now, I must make haste to my meditation chamber. I must contact Fluffy...
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*Meanwhile...somewhere in the Realm of Disbelief*
A small hut sits on the vast southern plains, in the middle of no where. Miles from civilization and any known human, or non-human, life. In the wake of Black Jack's overthrowing of Shibadou's throne, every must fend for themselves, and one person in particular has set up camp after fleeing the city. She is small in stature, but height alone does not determine heroism. She is Fluffy. And she slumbers peacfully in her hut...until...
<Fluffy> AGH!!!
Fluffy awakens in a cold sweat. She sits straight up in bed.
<Fluffy> Who's there?!
Fluffy looks around the room slowly, looking for an intruder...
<Fluffy> I heard something...don't make me pistol whip you!!!
Fluffy jumps up in her bed, a magnum in her hand.
<faint voice> ...fluffy...
<Fluffy> I must be going crazy...
<faint voice> ...fluuuufffy...
<Fluffy> NO!!! I'm not hearing anything!!! LALALALALALA
<faint voice> ...flluuuuu...dammit...doodah man...fix the transmission!!!
A staticy image of Shibadou appears in front of Fluffy, fuzzy at first, but quickly becoming clear.
<Shibadou> There, that's better. *ahem* FLUFFY!!! I AM CONTACTING YOU FROM THE AFTERLIFE!!!
<Fluffy> Oh...Hey Shib!
<Shibadou> Gotta ruin the dramatics of it don't you? *sigh* Anyway, I'm here to ask you for your help. But first...put down the gun...
<Fluffy> Oh...ok. *Fluffy lies the gun down on the bed and steps off onto the floor.*
<Shibadou> Alrighty...
<Fluffy> What do you need?
<Shibadou> In a few days you will be contacted by the Jedi Master Roop. You are charged with a crusade to locate the seven dragon balls and wish us all back to life so that we may fight the dark forces of Black Jack. Roop will accompany you on your journey.
<Fluffy> Hmmm...what's in it for me?
<Shibadou> If you prove yourself worthy, you will be entered into my court, and you will become a member of my cabinet of heroes.
<Fluffy> ...Ok, cool.
<Shibadou> Really? Wow, that was easy...
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*Meanwhile*
The room is dark and small. Link is chained to a wall, he has been beaten badly...Mecha Jimmy stands before him, guarding him. After a few moments, Black Jack enters the room.
<BlackJack> So Link, you think that because you defeated that prick Ganondorf, you can defeat me? You think that bastard Shibadou gives a rat's ass about Hyrule, Zelda, or you? I think not.....you will stay here until you decide to join our evil crusade. You will stay here until you agree to join, or die.
<M. Jimmy> Sir, who shall we kidnap next from the ShibCup?
<BlackJack> No, not now Jimmy. You are going to go after someone else...the last hope they have. You will track the one named Fluffy.
<Mecha Jimmy> Aye aye...
Mecha Jimmy leaves, leaving Black Jack with Link.
<Black Jack> I have decided...I am not patient enough to wait for you to decide yourself. And instead of killing you...again...I shall...
Black Jack holds up his left hand. It was surrounded by a purple aura...black magic...Black Jack places his hand over Links chest. Link struggles to get away, but he is chained too tightly to move. The purple aura slowly moves from Black Jack's palm to Link, seeping into his skin, infecting his veins with the evil. Link screams as the magic enters his mind...Black Jack moves his hand away, and Link slumps.
<Black Jack> Now...your soul is mine...
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*Back in the afterlife*
<Roop> We are almost to the portal. Once there Chestnut, you fight the wolf man. Cherry you fight the bear. And Feces.....well, try to make use of your abilities against the snake.
*The three nod in unison*
<Cherry> Dude, i'm so ready to fight! I've been itching since the day we died!
<Chestnut> Heck yeah man. We need to put a few pieces of ass on our wall anyway!
<Feces> *gasps and screams*
<Cherry> Right on Feces...right on... As The Thighmaster Turns: Season 2, Episode 1 10/10/01
The world has been lain to waste. The Realm of Disbeleif, a once prosperous land, where many forms of life lived in peace and harmony with one another under the rule of the kind and just Shibadou. But that was before the darkness came. One by one, the Shibadou and his army of Heroes were slain by the one known as BlackJack Videl.
BlackJack commanded an army of pure evil. That army consisted of many lower demons and devils, but the main threat was in the cabinet of monsters, including two of the Wonder Triplets. Before death, the one known as Roop destroyed one of the Triplets, along with Jimmy. Also in BlackJack's cabinet, the Duo of Doom, the Twins of Terror, the demons from the past of Shibadou, Banjo and Mandolin. No creature on earth could match the strength of Banjo, and no one could match the sinister wits of Mandolin. And at his right side, always BlackJack had his black hound, Angel. And BlackJack's number two, an evil known as Ixxis. Not only these are what terrorize the world, butalso BlackJack's ally, DooDah Bot, the mechanical clone of DooDah Man.
Since the death's of Shibadou and his Heroes, the Realm has been reverted back to a Theocracy. The government of the land is now controlled by the occult church that BlackJack leads. The lavish grasslands...turned to desolate deserts. The gorgeous forests...reduced to ashes. And the citys...all turned to ghost towns. All technology has been confiscated, and everyone is held under tight surveilance. In only the few months of Shibadou's absense, the entire Realm has been converted back to the days of old. No more is the futuristic conveniences and architecture that the Realm was known for. All that is left, is the archaic wasteland that is now ruled by BlackJack...with an black, iron fist of famine and injustice...
But what was to become of The Shibadou? His and the rest of the heroes, their bodies had been burned, and the ashes fed to Angel. All of them, gone. Shibadou, DooDah Man, Kurbie, Roop, GunBlade, The Roadie, Miles Styles, Guido McDougal, The Dark Mysterious Dude, Frank Gifford, Troy McNealy, Santa Clause, and nearly every other being that has fought alongside the notion of
good...destroyed...at least...on this plane of existence...
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He opened his eyes for the first time in many days. He blinked, adjusting to the vast amount of light. He raised up, out of his bed. He looked around, nothing but a white void in all directions. He stood up, stumbling forward a bit. He looked down. He was wearing the white robes that he had been known to wear around the palace. Back home. He reached up to scratch his head...and brushes up against something warm. He looks up, and notices a yellow ring of light above his head. He cocked his head to the side, but did not have time to ponder. A great gush of wind enveloped Shibadou, lifting him into the sky. He twisted and twirled around and around, and was thrown straight down. He fell...and fell...and fell...until.
He opened his eyes. He was in a large room. A very large room. Sitting in a very large chair. Many times larger than he. It looked as if he was only six inches high. He looked forward, across the large desk that sat in front of his large chair. On the other side, a very large man. He recognized the jolly looking fellow across from him.
The large man had a well formed body, buldging with muscles. On his square chin, a great white beard of long, flowing white hair. And on top of his head, rested long, flowing white hair. A pair of small eye glasses rested on the tip of his nose, as he brought a great cigar to his lips. He puffed as he read a sheet of paper on the desk in front of him. He exhales the smoke, and chuckles a bit.
"I didn't expect to see you here for a long time..." The large man said.
"Neither did I," the small one spoke, "God."
The large man, God, laughed a great belly laugh, and spoke, "Just call me Phil, Shib."
Shibadou smiled. "What has become of my friends?"
"Oh, they're fine, they're fine," God answered, "They haven't woken up yet tho. Well, all but one. The one you call Feces woke up a little earlier than our staff expected. He's...a little confused."
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"EEEEEEEK!!!!"
Feces screamed in a high pitched girly voice as he barrelled through the hallways of the medical complex. Orderlies with wings and halos were chasing him through the building, trying to calm him down. It wasn't happening...
One of the Angel Orderlies pulled a fishing pole from behind his back. He reared back, and let the line fly, the hook latching onto Feces' halo. The fishing line locked in the reel, and the angel pulled back. Feces fell backwards, and the orderlies piled ontop of him, quickly putting a straightjacket on him.
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"I would imagine..." Shib spoke. "When will the rest awaken?"
"Actually," God said, "Any day now. I was just going over the paperwork here."
"Groovy," Shib said, "now all we need to do is get back home..."
"I'm afraid...it's a little more complicated than that." God replied, "There are only two ways a soul can find it's way back to a body. One, is that an already living being gives his right to life to you. And the second way is to be wished back by the Dragon Balls."
"Is anyone left to get the Dragon Balls for us?" Shib inquired.
God shook his head. "I'm afraid a lot has happened since your death Shibadou. A lot of things...that you're not going to like..."
God stood, and lifted Shib is his palm. He walks into the next room, where a TV sat. God lifted a pillow on the couch and picked up the remote. He clicks the TV on, and sits Shibadou on his shoulder.
"Here," God spoke, "While you wait on your friends to wake, you must see what has happened since your passing..."
And so, for the next four days, Shibadou sat and watched scenes of unspeakable horror as BlackJack and his army of darkness slaughtered the people of the Realm, save a few handfulls of people in isolated parts of the continent.
After the veiwing was over, God said "Shib, most of the people of the continent that your palace sat were destroyed. And the few that were left are being hunted as we speak. But, that does not mean that all life was extinguished."
"What do you mean, Phil?" Shib asked God.
"There are many more continents on your Planet. When I gave it to you, I did not tell you of any of the geography. You explored the main continent, and stopped. I expected you to find the many chains of islands across the ocean, and the other large continent on the opposite side of the Earth. But they are safe. BlackJack has not yet discovered them. When you return, you must seek out these new lands, and map out your Realm. But now, we have other things to
tend to. Your friends are about to wake..."
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Shibadou soon found himself in a large room, surrounded by bustling angels trying to tend to the newly awakened Heroes. Everyone was there. GunBlade and it's crew, Santa, Kurbie, DooDah Man, all of his closest friends. Shibadou exchanged greetings with them all, and then told them of the destruction back in the Realm of Disbeleif. A sorrowful silence followed, only to be interrupted by God.
"Don't look so down, friends," God spoke to everyone, "Terrible things may be going on back in the Realm, but there is nothing we can do. Besides, I believe it is that time of the year...once again." A wide smile grew across the face of God.
Shibadou nodded. He had tried to pass the time between the ShibCup tournaments with a filler tournament, but it was interrupted by the death of all the competitiours. Now, it's once again time for the annual ShibCup tournament...
"But, God," Chestnut asked, adjusting his halo, "How will the ShibCup be held if we're all dead?"
"I'm glad you asked...I have been preparing for when you wake. Follow me." God said, motioning everyone to follow him.
They all followed God to a giant screening room. God clapped and the large television turned on. A giant stadium was under construction, and it was nearing completion.
"You mean?" Cherry asked.
God nodded, "Yes. The ShibCup 2001 shall be held here. In Hell."
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And so, the construction of the great Dome O' God was completed and Shibadou sent out the invitations to the the dead warriors. Within a week, the tournament was set up, and it was time for the big event. The opening night of the Dome O' God and the opening ceremonies of the ShibCup 2001: The Heavens' Tournament!!!
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The Dome was filled. To the brim, the sea of angels and dead people roared, cheering on GunBlade as they preformed a pre-fight show, which was a spectacle within itself. Along with their usual repotoire, they did a special rendition of "Down on the Corner" with a special Ocarina solo by DooDah Man.
The rock stage was cleared, and the ring was set up...the fights were about to begin.
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THE SKYBOX:
The Shibadou and God were sitting behind a desk, wearing suits and special headsets.
Shibadou takes a breath, "Tonite's festivities, as well as the rest of the tournament will be held in a similar fashion. Each night will be two matches, one at a time, unlike last year, where the two matches took place simultaniously. This got a little confusing, and sometimes the matches spilled over into one another, so to avoid that, we made the nights card as thus: First, the match between the newcomers Bluntman and Chronic and ShibCup veteran The Tick. Then, after the ring is repaired and cleansed of all the blood, the second match between Ryu and Coach Roop will commence. The match will take place in the beautiful ornate 30 foot by 30 foot ring, and the rules are simple. And to explain those rules, my commentary partner, God!"
God speaks, "The rules are simple. You lose if: A) You're thrown from the ring, and both feet touch anywhere outside of the ring. B) You submit by simply saying "I quit". Most fighters tend to steer clear of this, as it degrades their image and makes them look like big weenies. C) You stay off of your feet for a total of ten counts from the referee. This is considered a Technical Knock Out. and finally D) You're knocked completely unconscious. The referee will be the judge of whether or not you're out completely. This method of winning is particularly sw33t to the victor, as it makes you look ultra macho. Chicks dig it. Only one change in the rules this year. In the past, if you killed your opponent, you were disqualified. Now, it doesn't matter since we're all already dead anyhow!!! Did I leave anything out, Shib?"
"I think not, Phil. Now, before we go into our thoughts on the first bout, we're heading down to ringside, where our feild reporter slash referee is interviewing the fighters as they prepare for their battle. How's it goin' down there Santa?"
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RINGSIDE:
Santa speaks into his microphone, "It's goin' great down here at ringside, Shib, it's a beautiful day and I'm ready to see some action. There's nothing that satisfies a soul more than watching a few guys beat the shit out of each other in front of millions of viewers around Hell. Now I'm here with one of the fighters of the first bout, The Tick, veteran of ShibCup 2000, and a personal friend of ours. Tick, how do you veiw your opponents this evenin'?"
The Tick responds, "These two delinquents shall feel the mighty gloved fist of justice slapped across their faces in a challenge to a duel of wits and strength. And then they will beg for mercy, my jolly friend, as the appendages of justice leave a mighty painful red mark that stings for days!!!"
"Strong words from a strong man." Santa speaks back into the television camera, "I would get a couple of words from The Tick's opponents, but it seems they are passed out at the moment in a pile of pizza boxes and empty bags of cheetos. Hopefully they'll wake up before the opening bell, or the kick off is gonna be The Tick's foot up their costumed hineys. I'm gonna go get changed into my spiffy referee's outfit and get ready to start the match. Back to you Shibadou
and God, up in the skybox."
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SKYBOX:
"Thank you, Santa Clause," Shib says, turning to God, "So, exhalted one, who do you have picked to win this first bout?"
God responds, "Well, Shib, I have a funny feeling in my tummy and it ain't the Taco Bell I had for lunch. No, it's the feeling of confidence in the veteran, Tick. He may only have the weight advantage over Chronic, but he still has the strenght over both him, and Bluntman. The Tick also is a veteran at super hero-ing, with a comic book and a television series under his belt, while Bluntman and Chronic only has the comic book and minor roles in movies. And Shib, you know an animated series with a cult following constitutes more than a role in a movie."
Shibadou reiterates, "For once, God, I agree with you. The Tick has a vast amount of advantage in this bout, not only in strenght, but in brains as well. The Tick is one smart, perceptive man, and it takes a lot to get by his sharp wit and uncanny sense of where he's at in a fight." Pause. "I'm getting word now, that we're ready to start the first match of the evening! We'll head back down to the ring with Santa Clause...Santa?"
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RING:
Santa Clause stands in the center of the ring, The Tick at the south corner, Bluntman and Chronic asleep at the north. Santa raises his arms and bellows, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Tonite we have a one fall bout. The winner will advance in the ShibCup 2001 tournament to round II. On this side, we have The Tick. On my opposite side, we have Bluntman and Chronic. At the sound of the bell, come out fighting, and don't scuff my boots."
The Tick stretches his arms and legs, preparing to charge. Bluntman and Chronic snooze. The bell sounds and Santa hops back to the east corner. The Tick begins to charge straight forward, as the snot bubble under Chronic's nose pops, waking him up. He looks up groggily, and spots the blue locomotive careening towards them.
He rolls over and begins shaking Bluntman. "Wake up, Lunchbox!" He slaps Bluntman, and the chubby super hero awakens. His eyes are red and he looks up to see The Tick, only a few meters away. Bluntman gulps and the two leap into the air, bouncing off The Tick's head. The Tick stumbles, and turns, swinging a great fist at the head of Chronic. He ducks and punches the Tick in the balls.
Chronic whoops, "Snootch to the nootch, you big blue mother fucker!!!"
The Tick raises up and whallops Chronic with a mighty blow to the face. "Watch your language, you hoolagin! Children may be watching at home!!!"
Chronic whines, "What the shit do you think you're talking about?"
The Tick kicks Chronic in the face. "I said watch your language, lest I loosen the mighty blue belt of all that is good in this world and spank your hiney!!!"
Bluntman hops up and grabs The Tick from behind.
"Great Leaping Jack-O-Lanterns on a Stick!" The Tick bellows, "Get off of me you drug dealing delinquent!!!"
The Tick reaches behind him, and tosses Bluntman onto a still dazed Chronic. "Now maybe you shall change your ways. It makes me sad when I think fine upstanding citezens are purged by filth like yourself each and everyday in the outstanding cities of America. But it is my duty to extinguish the life of the drug dealing communities of the underworld so the children can grow up in a safe and drug free environment!!!"
Bluntman and Chronic are mesmerized and confused by The Tick's statment.
"I see you do not catch my meaning." The Tick states, stepping closer to the duo, "Then feel the wrath of good, wholesome, family oriented violence!!!" The Tick grabs the two by the head and yanks them up, and punts them forward. The two drug induced superheroes rocket across the length of the ring, and land squarely outside of the ring.
The Tick poses and gives a thumbs up for the camera. "SPOON!!!"
Santa runs forward and raises the Tick's arm. "The winner of Match I, Round I is THE TICK!!!!"
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SKYBOX:
"My dear lord what action!" Shibadou states.
"Indeed my finely dressed colleague," God speaks, "I don't know how the next match could top that, but I sure hope it succeeds, because my adrenalines pumpin' and my bowels are churnin' and I want to see some poopy knocked out of somebody tonite!!!"
"And so you shall, Phil," Shib says, "For the next bout is between two of the finest fighters this side of the Andromeda Strain. Coach Roop, a fine Algebra teacher, is skilled in the ways of the Force and is deadly with his lightsaber. And Ryu, best know for his apperance in the Street Fighter Tournaments, is the originatour of one of my favourite fighting techniques, the Hadou-Ken Fireball. I can't wait to see this fight. And it seems Santa Clause is up in the stands with the fans to get some commentaries while the ring is being cleaned of pizza
boxes and ciggarette butts. Santa?"
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AMIDST THE FANS:
Santa Clause: "Here I am, amidst the fans, surrounded by raving lunatics and crazy fans of both Roop and Ryu. I have with me, a fan of Ryu. I have a Mr. Wood with me. Mr. Wood, why have you chosen to side with Ryu?"
"Please sir, call me Kevin."
"Excuse me, Kevin. Why have you sided with Ryu?"
The large man cleared his throat and adjusted his "I Heart Lumberjacks" T-Shirt. "It's very simple. Coach Roop contacted me several years ago, wanting me to follow him on some damn fool idealistic crusade to save Big Stone Gap's water supply from cavorting beasties planted by space aliens. But I said, NO! I need to stay home and play Street Fighter on my Super Nintendo..."
"Very good reason, sir. Thank you Mr. K. Wood" Santa Clause turns back to the camera. "Back to you Shib, while I get back to the ring."
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SKYBOX:
"That fellow looked familiar." Shibadou said.
"This bout will be very evenly matched, as the two fighters are close to one another in power level." God said, "But I have put my money on Ryu in this bout. I think his wider array of techniques will eventually lay Roop down."
"I disagree, God," Shibadou spoke, "Coach Roop has been boasting about a new technique backstage, and I think it's a wowser if his tone and confindence has any reflection on that technique. I don't know what it is quite yet, but I'm sure he won't even need to use it."
"Let's get down to the ring," God interrupted, "The match is about to begin. Take it away, Santa Clause."
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RING:
Santa Clause walks to the center of the ring. The fighters had not yet made their entrances. He raises his powerful arms and calls to the crowd, "Introducing first, hailing from Japan, Earth. Winner of the Street Fighter tournament three times, and best known for the Hadou-Ken fireball. Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, I certainly wouldn't want to meet this guy in a dark alley, RYU!!!!"
The doors leading from the locker room area swung open, and a thick cloud of billowing smog bellows out of the opening. A light flickers behind a dark figure. He steps forward into the fading sunlight. He reaches behind his head and ties his red bandana tighter and adjusts the black belt around his waist. His white karate gi whips in the soft breeze of Hell, and he walks forward. Slowly, stepping onto the ring, crossing his arms, and looking to his feet. He was praying.
After a couple of minutes, Ryu stood upright, and nodded to Santa. Santa returned to his introductions.
"And now introducing the master of the ways of the Force and Quadratic equations alike, member of the Free Masons and the Jedi Council, and weilder of the mighty lightsaber, Elanor, COACH ROOOOOOOOP!!!!!"
The smog cleared from the entryway and the song "Real American" blasted from the dome's loud speakers. Coach Roop stepped out of the darkness, his face shrouded in the hood of his Jedi Robes. The sun was quickly fading over the horizon. Roop walked forward briskly, his head facing downward, his body completely emmersed in the elegant tan robes. He hopped onto the ring, and jogged forward to the center. He lifted his head, and pulled back his hood. His eyes glistened and his beard was mighty. He pulled a cigar from beneath his robes and sat it upon his lips, and stricking a match on his palm, lit the tobacco tube. The smoke was inhaled and quickly exhumed. He lifted his clenched fist into the air, and it was recieved by a deafening roar of cheers from the audience! Coach Roop poses Hulk Hogan style as the crowd chants "Coach Roop, Coach Roop!" The response to Coach Roop's prescense was overwhelming! Everyone stood, applauding the hero, and the match hadn't even started yet!!!
"Are you quite finished?" Ryu spoke in a deep grainy voice.
The music stopped. Coach Roop turned to his opponent, and puffed his cigar. "No my friend," Roop spoke, dropping his cigar to the floor, and stomping it, "I have yet to begin..."
Coach Roop tossed his robe to the side, revealing that he was wearing the same karate gi that Ryu wore. He pulled from his pocket, a thin red bandana and tied it behind his head. He smirked...and rocketed forward in an incredible show of speed! Ryu barely had time to react as Coach Roop began firing punch after punch at Ryu's upper torso, only for them to be blocked by Ryu's own hands. The punchs flew fast and furious as Roop advanced on Ryu, brushing a fist up against his side, distracting him a split second so Roop could get a punch through. Roop's fist impacted hard on Ryu's stomach, knocking him backwards several feet. Roop stood, proud of his attack. Ryu stood upright, and smirked similarly.
"That all you got?" Ryu spoke softly.
Roop grimaced as Ryu vanished before his eyes and reappeared behind him, smashing him in the back of the head with a stiff forearm. Roop turned quickly to block the oncoming barrage of punches, the fists appearing to be only a blur. They were moving so fast, Roop could hardly keep up. None of the punches broke through before Ryu quickly dashed around Roop to knee him in the base of the spine. Roop coughed and spat on the fighting mat and turned around to see Ryu gone. Roop felt another punch in his kidneys. Roop growled and performed a reverse spin kick, catching Ryu in the chin with his boot.
Ryu backstepped and wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, and then charged again. Roop was prepared this time, blocking every single punch from getting through. After the barrage of attacks, Roop retaliated with a folly of punches of his own. Ryu kept up as well. Roop threw another punch, and Ryu grabbed Roop's fist, pushing Roop backwards. Ryu hopped up in the air a couple of feet, tilting backwards to fire a quick volly of kicks to Roop's head and upper body before dropping to the ground. This caught Roop off gaurd, and every one of them connected.
Roop teetered backwards and fell. Ryu took the opporotunity to kick Roop in the chin, sending him flying backwards. Roop skidding to a stop near the edge of the ring, about three meters from the corner pillar. Ryu leapt high into the air and dove forward, ready to pounce on the helpless Roop. Roop rolled in the direction of the nearest pillar, leaving Ryu to land on nothing but the concrete floor, breaking it into a spider-web pattern. Roop quickly hopped up and ran towards the pillar, Ryu in quick pursuit!
Roop made his way to the pillar, running up the side of it, just as Ryu caught up. ryu threw a punch at Roop, but missed, hitting the pillar instead, cracking the stone construction all the way through. Roop leapt off the side of the pillar, and landed a good ten meters away from the base of the broken statue. He turned just in time to see the giant rock formation falling down...straight at him. He didn't know what to do! How could he keep from being smashed?!?! ARGH!!!
"USE THE FORCE, ROOP!!!" The audience yelled in unison...
Roop slapped himself in the forehead. He squinched his eyes and pointed an open palm toward the falling pillar. Roop concentrates, and as the pillar falls closer, it's descent slows. Soon it comes to a complete stop a few inches away from his hand. A droplet of sweat rolls down his temple, as Ryu turns to face him. Roop swings his mighty arm around, propelling the pillar towards Ryu. Ryu's eyes widen as the pillar draws closer. Roop feels victory is at hand, as Ryu was standing inches away from the edge of the ring. Ryu crouches and draws back his hand in a fist...The pillar rockets toward him, and just as it was about to crash into him, Ryu unleashes his blow, his fist belting into the pillar, cracking it all the way through. The pillar breaks into two peices, the base falling to the floor, and the top swinging back behind Ryu and crashing onto the floor outside the ring, creating a small cloud of dust.
The dust settles, and Ryu and Roop come back into view. The two combatants breathed heavily and blood and sweat mixed on their flesh. A smirk rolls across the face of each of them, and they both rocket forward and clash in a flurry of punches and kicks. Blow after blow is struck, but the two fighters never slow. Thirty minutes pass, and the two fighters are still going at it fast and furious. A punch to the face of Roop. A kick to the stomach of Ryu. A forearm to jaw of Roop. A knee in the ribs to Ryu. On and on the battle went.
Both of them swing backwards with their legs, preparing to attack each other with fierce kicks. The feet swing around, and both of them are struck in the jaw at the same time, knocking them both to the ground. Roop is sprawled on his stomach, and Ryu his back. Their hair drenched with sweat, and their faces and limbs covered in bleeding cuts and scrapes. Neither of them make an attempt at moving...
Santa Clause moves in closer. He holds up both hands and begins counting. "One!" Ryu twitches. "Two!" Roop coughs, his eyes still closed. "Three!" No movement. "Four!" No movement. "Five!" Roop opens his eyes. "Six!" Roop climbs up on all fours. "Seven!" Ryu climbs to one knee. "Eight!" Both of them stand, backs to each other.
Santa Clause steps backwards. The two fighters turn to face the other. Ryu crouches, cupping his hands to one side behind his back. The sun had completely set, and the flood lights flashed on. A dim blue light flickers on inside his palms. The flood lights seemed to dim as the blue glow increased. Soon a blue aura surrounds his cupped hands. Ryu opens his mouth and utters "HADOU-KEN!!!"
Ryu thrusted his hands forward, palms open, like a clam. The blue light filled the arena as a blue ball of energy erupts from his hands, rocketing forward to meet Coach Roop. Coach Roop stands steady, looking forward at the oncoming chi blast. The Hadou-Ken comes close to Roop, but Roop swiped up his lightsaber from his belt buckle, flashing it on, slicing the Hadou-Ken in half. The Hadou-Ken splits into two separate balls of energy and rocket off in opposite directions.
Ryu stands speechless as Roop grins in the pale yellow glow of his lightsaber. Ryu sighs. Roop chuckles. And they barrel toward each other again, Roop with his lightsaber drawn back, ready to cleave Ryu in half. They meet each other, and Roop attacks with a downward slash to Ryu, but Ryu leaps up and over Roop, landing behind him. Ryu turns and jumps straight up, extending his right leg, and spun himself around like a tornado! Ryu spins three times, kicking Roop in the back of the head each time. Roop turns as Ryu lands and ducks. Roop had no time to react as Ryu leaps upward in a powerful Dragon Punch uppercut. Ryu is knocked backwards quite a ways, and he dropped his lightsaber.
Roop climbs up to his knees, and Ryu drops and runs forward. As Ryu draws closer, Roop leaps straight up in a similar Dragon Punch! Ryu is caught off gaurd and is rocketed backwards, landing on his bum.
Ryu sat straight up, eyes wide, and said, "You...You can preform the Dragon Punch?!"
Roop smirks, "Indeed. I see you have yet to be informed of my new technique. In death I found much time to hone my skills and develop new ones. In these training sessions I stumbled across a way to manipulate your own chi aura to copy an attackers moves. I have yet to have the opporotunity to try the technique out in actual combat, but it seems it works well enough with your 'Dragon Punch'. The move is foolproof, but has one flaw, I can only copy one move at a time. But one move is all I need to defeat you!!! BWA HA HA!!!" *cheesy laughter ensues*
Ryu hops up, and glares at Roop, "You shall regret your inane musings, old man!!!"
Roop's laughter dissapears, "OLD?!?!"
Roop rockets forward, attacking Ryu with a flurry of punches in an amazing fit of rage and speed. Ryu blocked a few, but most made their way through. After Roop's assault, Ryu countered with a few of his own, all connecting with the Jedi Master. The two were so tired from battle, they couldn't muster enough energy to block effectively.
Ryu finishes his assault and hops backwards, pulling his hands back behind him again. He screams and unleashes another Hadou-Ken. Roop glints, and pulls his hands behind him. A Hadou-Ken is unleashed by the Jedi Master. The two energy balls clash, and they explode a few seconds after impact, forcing the two fighters to sheild their eyes.
The light fades, and the two fighters face each other again. Ryu is slumped over a little, and Roop is clutching his shoulder, grimacing in pain.
"I never thought I'd have to resort to using this technique..." Ryu states, "But if I must do so to win, then I must."
Ryu stands quietly a moment, breathing softly. His eyes then open wide and he leaps high into the air. Up and up he went, and then at the peak of his ascent, he thrusts his palms down towards the ring and yells, "SHIN KOU HADOUUUUUUUUU-KEN!!!!"
Ryu's entire body is engulfed in blue energy. The energy extends from the orb around his body into an insanely fast beam of light, firing straight toward Roop down below. Roop's eyes glimmer, and he leapt back a few feet, barely missing getting hit by the blast. The blast impacted on the ring, shaking the ground, and creating a deep crater in the center of the concrete floor. Ryu dropped to the ground, landing softly in the middle of the crater. He seemed confident that he won, but soon, after looking around for the remains of Roop, the look of victory drains off his face slowly. Roop grins, and thrusts his palms down into the crater at Ryu, yelling, "SHIN KOU HADOU=KEN!!!!!"
The blue energy filled the arena once again, engulfing Ryu in the blast. Ryu screamed in anguish, but it soon fades. The ground quaked again, and soon the blast was done. The smoke cleared and Roop stood, albeit barely. His clothes tattered and torn, and his entire body was covered in painful wounds. The ring was nearly gone, and Roop stood inside the edge of the crater. He peered down into the pit, and saw him lying there.
Ryu was laying on his side, his body covered in ash. His arms and legs broken, and he could barely breathe. Santa Clause sits up from the pile of debris that had buried him, and looks over at Ryu. He cocks his head to the side and stands, jogging over to Ryu. He looks at him, and then looks at Roop. Santa Clause raises his hand.
"The winner of Match II, Round I of ShibCup 2001 is...COACH ROOP!!!"
The crowd erupts in a deafaning roar. Everyone was on their feet...well, except for Ryu. Coach Roop smiles, and then falls over.
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SKYBOX:
"OH MY GOD!!!" Shibadou exclaims
"What?" God asks.
"THAT WAS THE MOST ACTION PACKED THREE HOURS I HAVE EVER WITNESSED!!! The technique, the drive, the honour..."
"The buckets and buckets of blood!!!"
"Err, yeah. I don't know how we're gonna top that next week, but by Jebus, we're gonna try!!! I'm The Almighty Shibadou..."
"And I'm God, saying Good Fight, Good Night!!!"
"You can't say that!!!"
"What do you mean, 'I can't say that'?!?! I'm GOD!!!"
Fin. 8/11/01 The final Thighmaster... >=)
Let's do a bit of recapping since it's been so long.
A) Shibadou, Kurbie, DooDah Man, and Santa Clause are deep within the forest behind Shib's palace searching for clues as to who has been slaughtering villagers.
B) DooDah Bot is in hot pursuit of the troupe mentioned above.
C) The core members of GunBlade are frozen in Carbonite, hanging above the doorway of Shib's palace.
D) Roop is snoozing somewhere in the palace.
E) The remaining members of GunBlade (Roadie, Miles, et al.) are hiking through the forest trying to find Shibadou to alert him of the situation at the Palace which has taken place unbeknownst to him.
F) The Wonder Triplets have turned their backs on the heroes and joined:
G) Black Jack Videl, who has taken over the castle.
H) Jimmy has been transformed into Mecha-Jimmy and turned to the side of Evil.
I) Two new evil doers: Banjo and Mandolin. Reincarnated villans from Shib's past are now the main henchmen of Black Jack
J) Ixxis and Angel are gaurding the outside of Shib's palace.
K) Troy McNealy, GunBlade's road manager, is travelling to the palace...why? I dunno...
Now...ON WITH THE SHOW!!!
~those fools~ DooDah Bot thought as he watched Shibadou and the others in their little camp... ~They are completely oblivious to the chaos that has ensued. They are completely oblivious that their ends will soon come at the hands of...DOO DAH BOT!!!~
"Did you guys hear something?" Kurbie asked, his ears perked up.
~I gotta stop thinking so loud...~ Doo Dah Bot thought...
"Naw, I didn't hear anything..." Shib answered.
"Neither did I" DooDah Man said.
"You're beginning to unravel my friend..." Santa Clause sighs, patting Kurbie on the shoulder, "I, too, am beginning to grow weary. Perhaps we should head back to the palace Shib?"
"I think we should, we've found nothing, I doubt we'll find anything else. It's too dark anyway." Shibadou says to his friends, looking deep into their campfire, the only lightsource in the clearing.
~Now, now is the time...the time to strike...~ DooDah Bot thought...grinning evilly...as he hopped down from the tree...
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"I don't think you're ready fo' this jelly," Troy McNealy sang as he drove along the small country road in the Realm of Shibadou, "My bodie's to bootilicious fo' you bay-buh"
Troy McNealy picked up a small tape recorder and clicked it on, holding it close to his mouth.
"Note to self," McNealy spoke into the receiver, "Contact Destiny's Child and request...no demand that they collaborate with GunBlade." He smiled contently as he drove along singing the silly song.
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Black Jack raised his head as the psychic flicker flowed through his brain. McNealy was on his way. He musn't reach the palace.
"BANJO!!! MANDOLIN!!!" Black Jack yelled at the top of his black lungs, summoning his henchmen. The demonic duo appeared in front of him, bowing before his evil throne.
"Seek the one known as Troy McNealy," Black Jack speaks in his deep, hoarse voice. "Destroy him..."
The two demons bow lower and leap high into the air, soaring out the window in the ceiling of the throne room. They fly across the heavens, making a beeline for McNealy's pickup.
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"Man, this sucks..." Spoke The Roadie, "We have been walking for FOUR FREAKIN' HOURS!!! Do you even know where you're going?"
"Shut up, foo!" Miles yells back, "I know 'zacly where I'm goin'. We goin right to where Shib is, now quit yo' Jibba Jabba and hold the torch."
"Yeah," Guido spoke up, "Don't let it go out. Lest the cavorting beasties get us..."
"And so then I said, "Dude, that's no wet monkey, that's my wife'!!!" Frank Gifford spoke to The Dark Mysterious Dude. The Dude replied in laughter and then continued to sip his Orange Smoothie.
"Man, this sucks..."
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"zzzzzzzz" Roop was asleep. BE QUIET!!!
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Troy McNealy flipped the switch on his radio to change the station as he noticed two flaming objects plummeting towards the Earth. He slows his truck, and then stops, stepping out of the cab. He sheilds his eyes from the twin suns as the two projectiles crash before him, creating two gigantic craters. As the smoke cleared, Troy peers over the edge of the chasms, and sees two horned demons rush towards him, knocking him to the ground. The two commence to pummel the poor man.
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"PREPARE TO DIE, MAN-GOD!!!" DooDah Bot yelled a war cry as he leapt from the trees, kicking Kurbie across the face on his way down. DooDah Bot peered straight at Shibadou, as Santa and DooDah Man fire twin Ki Blasts at the cyborg foe. DooDah Bot knock each blast away and fire two blasts of his own back at them, knocking them backwards into trees. Shibadou runs forward and enters into meelee with DooDah Bot. The two clash for a few fleeting moments before Kurbie hops back up, striking DooDah Bot across the face, sending him careening into a boulder.
DooDah Bot rised slowly and saw all four of his opponents were standing before him, charging their attacks. He wiped blood from his jaw...and laughed.
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Troy McNealy was thrown onto the ground in front of Black Jack's throne. Banjo and Mandolin backstepped and kneeled before their lord, as he rose from his seat. Troy McNealy could barely lift his head, but slowly made his way to his knees. His left eye was swolen shut, and his jaw was broken into powder. He couldn't talk anyway, for Mandolin had violently torn his tongue from his throat. Even part of his scalp was missing where Banjo had thrown him into his truck. His rib cage was reduced to ash, and his blood seeped from his veins onto the floor from various gashes and wounds. Black Jack steps down from his pedestal and kneels to look McNealy in the eye...
"Do you know why this happened to you, Mr. McNealy?" Black Jack asked.
Troy McNealy merely whimpered.
Black Jack grabbed him by what was left of his hair and pulled it closer to him, getting right in his face.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED IN SCHOOL TO ANSWER WHEN YOUR MASTER SPEAKS!!!" Black Jacks yells, spitting in Troy's face. He released McNealy's hair by thrusting it back violently. McNealy growled at Black Jack.
"You see...there was your mistake...I was merely going to reduce you to a slave in the sulfur mines of hell...but now..." Black Jack thrusts his hand into McNealy's mouth, squeezing the mush of his lower jaw. "Now you will die..."
Black Jack tore McNealy's lower jaw clear off of his skull, bringing with it the front section of his throat. Blood spattered across the floor as McNealy's eye's roll back into his head. McNealy was dead...
"Take him away, boys..." Black Jack commanded his demons...
Banjo and Mandolin lifted Troy's body and drug it off.
"Jimmy....Triplets...you have just witnessed the beginning...of the end...of the reign of Shibadou..."
Maniachal laughter filled the halls of Shib's palace...waking a slumbering Jedi in the process...
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Kurbie roared as he leapt forward at DooDah Bot. DooDah Bot hopped up and kicked Kurbie in the back of the head, sending him crashing into the boulder. DooDah Bot fires off two shots at DooDah Man before kicking Santa in the side of the head. DooDah Man and Santa fall to the side as Shib and DooDah Bot enter into meelee again. The two fight for what seemed like hours before DooDah Bot's punch broke through and smashes Shib in the chest, shattering two of his ribs. Shib fell backwards, as Santa leaps back at DooDah Bot. DooDah Bot answered with a stiff kick to the chin. Santa fell to his knees. Everyone else was down. DooDah Bot took the opportunity to eliminate a threat. He grabs the wrist of Santa and lifts his foot and rests it against his jaw. With a quick jerk DooDah Bot snaps Santa's neck, taking his life. Santa's lifeless body falls to the ground, bleeding from the nose.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Kurbie could not beleive it. He leapt up and fired a punch at DooDah Bot. DooDah Bot ducked and smiled, firing a ki blast forward at Kurbie's chest. The energy ball ripped through the bear's body, shredding bone and flesh alike. Kurbie fell backwards up against the boulder. He was breathing, heavily and quick, but was still breathing. DooDah Man made his may to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes, mourning Santa Clause. Shibadou crawled to Santa's body, closing his eye's and covering his face with leaves. DooDah Bot stepped forward and looked at Kurbie, and spat in his face. He lifted his arm and aimed at Kurbie's lower body, allowing a flow of energy to seep out of his palm, shredding away Kurbie's lower torso, sending it to oblivion. The upper part of Kurbie's body slid down the stone, leaving a smear of blood. Kurbie's metabolic processes froze...He had died a miserable death and the hands of this beast.
Shibadou clenched his fist and pounded the ground. His ribs were broken and could barely move. DooDah Bot's steel fist had powderizing Shib's bones. DooDah Man stood and looked deep into DooDah Bot. DooDah Bot smiled evily. He had taken the lives of Two of DooDah Man's best friends. DooDah Man's teeth clenched so tightly that they drew blood from his own jaws. He rocketed forward, tearing off his own skin, revealing his final form. DooDah Man fired a punch into DooDah Bot's face, but it was caught by the robotic counter-part. DooDah Man was suspended in the air in front of DooDah Bot, his fist clenched tightly in the iron claws of his rival. DooDah Bot squeezed his fist tight, and DooDah Man's fist was reduced to mush. DooDah Man roared and clawed at DooDah Bot's eyes. He drew blood, but DooDah Bot was unnaffected. He merely smiled and punched DooDah Man in the stomach. DooDah Man roared, but no sound came out. Only blood. His intestines were smashed between the iron fist of DooDah Bot, and the bones in his own back. DooDah Man fell to the ground, barely alive. Alive, until DooDah Bot brought his iron fist down upon DooDah Man's skull, cracking it wide open, splattering DooDah Man's brains over the rocks and dirt below. DooDah Man's body fell and DooDah Bot drew his eyes to Shib.
Shibadou was seething. His three best friends were just slaughtered...and he was helpless. He stood. He looked at DooDah Bot, blood seeping from his lips. Shibadou was also bleeding from his eyes. The impact of DooDah Bot's blow had torn open one of his lungs...and punctured his heart. Shibadou could feel himself die slowly. That's how DooDah Bot had planned it. DooDah Bot was laughing low, beneath his breath.
"B-Before...Before I die..." Shibadou said, clenching tightly to his chest... "Tell me, who...who...w-who sent you to display such carnage..."
"Shall we see for ourselves?" DooDah Bot answered...He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Shibadou, blocking all air from reaching his brain. Shib passed out, and DooDah bot binded Shib's wrists behind his back. He tied a leashe around his throat and drug him behind him, as he began walking toward the palace...
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"I think I should take over for now," The Roadie says, "Here you hold the torch."
The Roadie thrusts the torch into the hands of Miles Styles. "I ain't holdin' the torch foo!!!" He pushes it back
"Dude, take it, I can get us there!!!" The Roadies says.
"No you can't, foo, you all talk an' no walk!!!" Miles snaps back.
Their argument was interrupted by DooDah Bot, parting the foliage in front of them. Roadie and Miles caught a fleeting glimpse of the three dead bodies behind DooDah Bot before he swats them aside. Miles crashing through several trees before smashing into a boulder, breaking his neck. The Roadie was knocked into a thorn bush, the pointed edges of the thorns tearing his skin ragged, and slitting his throat.
Guido was quick to follow suit and DooDah Bot punches a hole through his chest. Guido yelps as his body is tossed aside. Dark Mysterious Dude trys to fight, but DooDah Bot quickly overpowers him, breaking every bone in his body to the point of death. Dark Mysterious Dude falls and Frank Gifford runs back to where they had been before. DooDah Bot fires a ki blast at Gifford, which blows his torso apart. In less than five minutes...the entire crew of GunBlade was slaughtered...DooDah Bot lifts Shibadou's leashe and drags him onward...
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The door opens and DooDah Bot drags Shibadou into his own throne room. Still binded behind his back, Shibadou is lifted up onto his knees before Black Jack. The monster had moved the block of carbonite encasing GunBlade to the side of his throne. Shibadou awoke, groggy from the lack of oxygen. He could feel his heart slow. But he was not dead yet. Shibadou looked at Black Jack as he walked slowly to the side of GunBlade's tomb. The three's faces were twisted in agony in the gray stone. The Wonder Triplets, Mecha-Jimmy, Ixxis, Banjo, Mandolin, Angel, and now Doodah Bot surrounded Shibadou and Black Jack and the case of carbonite. Shibadou looks at The Triplets and Jimmy.
"H-Hel...Help me..." Shibadou pleads to his friends...
Jimmy and the Triplets respond with the middle finger extended.
A single tear runs down Shib's cheek as Black Jack atracts the attention to him...
"Shibadou...we meet again..."
Shib spat at Black Jack's feet.
"Is that anyway to treat your king?" Black Jack asked...
"What are you talking about...y-...y-ou...maniac..." Shibadou responds...
"All of your friends and followers have been either destroyed...or enslaved..."
Shibadou squeezes his eyes shut, holding back the tears...
"Your main fighting defense, was quickly overtaken by my force. Chewbacca, Mega Man, Luigi, Sonic, Ryu, Vejiita, and all the rest that helped you defend your city...are all dead. And the citizens of this city have been enslaved." Black Jacks laughs evilly, "I have completely taken over your little realm. And the coupe de grace..."
Black Jack turns to GunBlade in the carbonite. He points at a small screen on the side of the case. It was a vital monitour. The blips were slow...but continuous.
"They are alive..." Black Jack says....grinning... "Or at least...were..."
He presses a button next to the monitor. The blips slowed. And then stopped. GunBlade was dead now...they were all dead...
Shibadou couldn't hold it back any longer. The tears flowed like a river. His sobs could be heard for miles. His friends were mourned. They fought valiantly.
"I will have revenge..." Shibadou says...sobbing... "We will all...have our revenge..." His heart was slowing fast...
Black Jack laughs evilly. "There is nothing...you can do now..."
"SORRY I'M LATE SHIBADOU!!!" The familiar voice rang out. A whirring of a lightsaber flickering on followed by the twack of it passing through a body. Shibadou looked up to see Roop ripping Jimmy's body in half with his saber. Jimmy fell to the ground in two parts, and Reuben swiped at Roop's head. Roop ducks and slices Reuben's forearm off. Reuben roars as Jack leaps at him. Roop swings his saber again and slices the head of Jack-A-Roe clear off his shoulders. Roop poses, but his saber falls from his limp hand as Deal comes from behind, smashing his fist across Roop's head. The skull cracks and Roop falls. He was dead.
Shibadou sobs more... "Good to see you again...old friend..." He crys... "I'll see you in hell..."
Shibadou felt his heart stop. The images of Reuben nursing his arm, and Jimmy's dead body. And Black Jack laughing. they all turned black and white...then slowly faded to complete blackness. Shibadou fell forward on his face, his arms still tied behind his back. He had at last fallen at the hands of a foe. But why...why god, why...did it have to end this way? |
