Gun Show Season 2 Episode 12: The actual finale
Jan 1, 2021 20:27:14 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Curtis D. Kanyon, and 4 more like this
Post by Venom 🕷 on Jan 1, 2021 20:27:14 GMT -5
Welcome to the Gun Show! We open live from the Oval Office, but something is off. It’s the same one we’ve always seen, but behind the President’s desk sits a large throne rather than the usual chair. President Kanyon soon walks into scene dressed head-to-toe in king garb. It looks oddly familiar to those of us who have seen Hamilton on Disney+ because it IS the costume from Hamilton. He walks to the throne and takes a seat and hollers.
Kanyon: Bring in the list!
A White House staffer walks in with a stack of papers and lays them down in front of him.
Kanyon: Is this the list?
Staffer: Yes, it’s the list you ordered. Each page is a prisoner that may be deserving of a pardon.
Kanyon nods and waives his hand over the stack of papers and exclaims.
Kanyon: You have all been pardoned!
Staffer: Wait. You’re not even going to look at them?
Kanyon: Why would I? I am leaving this place. Let them all go and let the next guy figure it all out.
The staffer sighs and picks up with stack of papers.
Kanyon: Is there anyone else I can pardon? A friend maybe? Someone I worked with once? Maybe someone who had a long battle with my brother but has since made friendly with me by having my wife win an award?
Staffer: That sounds like someone specific.
Kanyon: It’s on the tip of my tongue.
Staffer: Do you mean Venom?
Kanyon: No, I helped him already.
Staffer: No, you ruined his shot at bail.
Kanyon: Huh?
Staffer: He was up for bail and instead of getting him bail you got his bail denied and he’s been in prison awaiting trial since.
Kanyon: Oh, well then he’s pardoned. Get word to where he’s been held and get him out post haste.
Staffer: Will do.
We cut back to Venom’s Gym in Atlanta. The ring is set up and pyro goes off as the dozen or so fans in attendance go wild.
Magnus: Welcome to the Gun Show. The actual finale, maybe.
We cut from the roaring dozens to a scene from earlier today. The Borgs are at the check in counter as Magnus is working.
: What up homies?
: Mecha had an idea! Tell him buddy!
: Query for Magnus. Aside from the global XHF tag team champions, other feds have tag team champions as well. Where are the GUNS tag team champions?
: We don’t have them?
: Query, why?
: Because we don’t need them. Plus we ain’t got money for that!
: Well, money is no issue. We need tag team titles to set forth the events to start… THE AFTERWARD! So make some championships and award them to us on the show tonight!
: Yeah, I can’t do that. I can’t go make gold titles in a day. Plus, you don’t just hand belts over. Especially to the guy who lost our challenge to the X*Crown! Now I’m too embarrassed to send somebody else!
: Hey, that wasn’t my fault! Besides, that was singles, this is a tag. Give us some belts!
: Master, for the plan to work, belts must be won. Magnus, it is not about the style of the physical belts, it is about the story behind the title. The prestige of winning them in battle.
: I don’t think I can ju--
: I also have access to your browser history.
: Okay then, GUNS Tag Team Championship match tonight! You guys are in!
: Excellent.
: “We are the champions my friends! And we’ll keep on fighting ‘til the end!”
: Not yet, but also yes!
Back in the gym live (pre-recorded) Magnus is standing in the ring with a mic in his hand. He takes a long look at the dozen or so fans and inhales deep.
Magnus: The following match is a grudge match scheduled for one fall and is for the Bear Necessities Championship. Already in the ring is our Champion GOOOOOOOLDBEAR TWOOOOOOOOO.
Goldbear II let’s out a loud roar and Magnus shivers at being in the ring with the bear.
Magnus: His opponent. He has defeated the champ in a salmon eating contest. He is a one time Bear Necessities Champion but lost it because he’s not a bear. That reminds me, why would he even want this rematch. Anyway, I’m getting off track. He is the demon DREEEEEEADVAAAAAAAAAAN.
Portrait’s “Beware of Demons” plays and Dreadvan drives out of the entranceway on his scooter. The demon is smiling and does not look ready for battle. He has a mic in his hand as he parks on the ramp way.
Dreadvan: You have been a formidable foe Mr. Bear, but you are not worthy of being in the ring with me, and I will not be robbed of a championship again. That’s why I found someone, someone with a bigger grudge with you than I. It wasn’t easy. I had to force my minions to search the woods for days, but it worked. I found him. And now Mr. Bear you will go down and I will laugh on your grave. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Dreadvan’s laughter trails off as he turns his scooter and exits the way he came. Goldbear II charges to the ropes and roars after Dreadvan. He then turns back around to find the original Goldbear standing across from him. Goldbear quickly strikes launching his body and taking out the champ with a spear. Goldbear II is taken down hard but he is able to quickly get back up only to be speared again. Goldbear II rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up. He lets out a weak but defiant roar before being nailed with a third spear. The champ is down and Goldbear retrieves the title and stands over the fallen body of the champ.
We cut away from the gym and the carnage and open in the prison we see Venom sitting in his cell. A towel is strung over his shoulder as he sits in his dark dingy room.
Guard: Alright inmate, it’s time for your shower.
There’s a clanging sound of the lock and the door automatically slides open. Venom slowly stands up and steps out of the room. He looks at the officer standing outside the door.
Venom: About time, if my hair got any worse the rats would start nesting in it.
Guard: This is what happens when you make enemies so easily, you only get solo shower privileges when it’s convenient for everyone. You’re not some superstar in here.
Venom slightly shakes his head at the dig and the two continue on through the empty hallway.
Venom: Pretty empty, everyone in the yard?
Guard: Yeah. Only way you’re getting private time in the shower is if everyone else is getting their yard time. Sucks for you to not get any yard time but you don’t seem to get along too well with them out there anyway.
After a short walk they reach the shower area. Venom walks in while the guard stands near the entrance. Shortly after Venom disappears from view static comes over the walkie of the guard followed by another guard’s voice.
Guard 2: Hey, I need you out on the yard now.
Guard 1: I can’t I’m the only one in here standing guard at the bathroom.
Guard 2: He’ll be fine. Everyone is out here on the yard. There’s an inmate I need to take to medical and we need someone at my station.
Guard 1: Alright, I’m on my way. All the hair on this guy it might take a while anyway.
Guard 2: Make it quick, this guy is bleeding everywhere.
The guard quickly scampers off and as he leaves Deebo and two of his cronies come walking into view with smiles on their faces. They slither into the bathroom and we cut back to the gymnasium.
Magnus: Up next is someone who's fairly familiar to the GUNS show audience. He's a semi-regular attendee, and has constantly been a thorn in my side. Give your coldest of welcomes to X*Crown Champion Dylan Black!
"Blood, Tears, Dust" by Lacuna Coil plays, and Dylan walks out in his ring gear, along with a t-shirt and mask. He scowls as Magnus applauds him and even sits on the 2nd rope to help him in.
Magnus: Now Dylan, you weren't very nice the last time you were here. Assaulting me, taking the ECF Championship. I still hurt every day from your attempt on my life. Now, I've brought you here because I believe it is in your best interest to apologize for your actions. If you would, please apologize for your actions last time you were here on the GUNS show.
Dylan shakes his head, making profane gestures at Magnus. Magnus gets angry!
Magnus: Now, either apologize or I'll have Goldbear II bite your last leg off!
Dylan gulps.
Dylan: Okay okay, fine. I... I'm so- er, ahem. I'm sor... no, not yet. Ugh, okay. Magnus, from the bottom of my cold black heart. I AM SO-
But Dr Stangelove's music drowns out the rest of it. He saunters out, mic in hand, and rolls in the ring.
Strangelove: Howdy doo, Mr. Champ. I was afraid I was gonna have to go to Supremacy to make myself known. But here I have the SEX Championship, a dead world title from a dead company. I do believe you know how this works. Let's drop the formalities and get the grooving on!
Dylan rolls his eyes, this can't be legal! But before he can respond, Magnus chimes in.
Magnus: Brilliant idea! I make this official, Strangelove is cashing in his SEX Championship! Ref, ring the bell!
The bell rings. Dylan takes off his mask and shirt, prepping for the match. Strangelove's eyes wander.
Strangelove: Oh, that beard! And those abs! I must touch them!
Dylan: Actually, there's a pandemic going on, and this is the deep south so no one believes in COVID so-
But Strangelove persists. He reaches out and strokes the beard, runs his hands down Dylan's abs... and promptly passes out. Dropped. Dylan looks around, before putting a foot on Strangelove's chest. The ref counts one, two, three! Dylan retains from the cash-in and another belt is "added" into the X*Crown! Dylan shrugs again and grabs the belts handed to him and rolls out of the ring before Magnus can roll in to protest. As Dylan disappears down the ramp Magnus can be heard yelling without a mic.
Magnus: Damn it! Cut to something else now!
WARNING: If you don’t want to read about naked men or are triggered by attempted jail {No Means No} scroll through this segment.
Back in the prison showers Venom stands under the shower. The water is pouring through his hair soaking his long dark mane. He’s oblivious to the world around him as Deebo approaches him from behind and his two cronies come in from each side. They’re all buck ass naked shlongs exposed to the world. A squeak made by one of their feet on the wet floor catches Venom’s attention.
Venom: It can’t be time already. I didn’t even get the shampoo in yet.
Deebo approaches from behind until he’s close enough that he can reach out and grab Venom and says.
Deebo: It is time boy. Time to be my bitch.
Venom is startled and abruptly turns around. He almost slips on the wet shower floor and stares at his prison nemesis with a look of shock in his eyes.
Deebo: That’s right boy. I’ve got you now. That ass is mine.
Venom’s face slowly looks down at Debo’s massive exposed shlong and then notices the other two men on each side.
Deebo: You like what you see?
Venom: I’ve seen bigger.
Venom quickly attacks with a kick to the dick and a shove to Debo’s head as he doubles over causing him to slide away on the wet floor. The other two men quickly approach and go to grab Venom. Venom quickly moves trying to run away but slips on the wet floor and falls causing the two to crash into each other and fall to the ground. They nearly fall on Venom but he slides out of the way just in time. He scrambled to his feet and takes a look at the two fallen men, but his attention is soon taken elsewhere as Deebo has recovered and Venom realizes this because he’s standing behind him so close that his penis touches his back. Venom makes a move towards the fallen men but Deebo grabs him by the hair and pulls him to the ground. Deebo reaches down to pick Venom up but he quickly kicks him in the face from the ground. Deebo stumbles back and Venom scrambles to his feet only to be grabbed by the two chronies who have now recovered and they pull him up against the shower wall. Deebo shakes off the kick to the head and approaches.
Deebo: You made a fool of me on the yard boy. Now I’m gonna take it out on dat ass.
Officer: Freeze!
As Deebo approaches three guards storm in weapons drawn.
Officer: On the ground now you three.
Deebo and his chronies comply and the officers move in.
Officer: Venom, get your shit and get out of here. The warden has received your pardon. You’re going home.
Venom’s face lights up as we fade and cut back to the arena.
We see the ring area of Venom’s gym, the stands full of (and socially distant) dozens fans! Meatheads, trophy wives, their bratty kids, that one nerd and his grandma, and a hodge podge of other new fans who are here by word of mouth. Pyro blasts off over the stage, scaring some gym members who aren’t paying attention in the background.
Magnus: Welcome everyone to the season finale! What a night of action! We have the first ever GUNS Tag Team Champions about to be crowned! Lets go to the ring where I am about to unveil the tag team titles that I made personally!
Ring announcer Magnus is standing in the ring with a pedestal covered with cloth.
: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is for these GUNS tag team championships!
Magnus pulls the sheet away to reveal these:
: Now introducing the participants. First, coming down the aisle, it’s the famous team of the only other people I can find to even qualify for this because they’ve been on the show, Ken the Box, and Marty Jannetty!
“Eye of the Tiger” plays as Ken and Marty make their way to the ring. Marty is off balanced as he makes his way to ringside, and appears to have been eating some powdered doughnuts, what with his upper lip being covered in sugar and all. Ken waddles behind him, not balanced all that much better. Still, they manage to make their way into the ring.
: And coming out next, your favorite team, and my not favorite, the Borgs!
"Am I Evil" by Metallica hits the speakers and the stage fills with mist. Strobe lights go on all throughout the arena. Mecha Gold-Bear IV emerges from the mist with Evil-Borg riding on his back. Heavymetal-Borg come out next to them, air guitaring to the music. The crowd is going banana! Except that nerd and his elderly grandma. Mecha Gold-bear IV marches ominously toward the ring as Evil Borg cackles with evil laughter of evilness. Heavy Metal throws up the devil horns. Mecha Gold-bear IV reaches ringside and turns on his rocket boots to fly a few feet in the air and lands in the ring. Evil gives Mecha Gold-bear IV a pat on the head and climbs down. Evil grabs a microphone.
: Tonight, we win these champio-- really? That’s the best you could do?
Magnus nods.
: Ugh, you’re the worst. Anyway, we will win these championships! And we will bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… where you will all suffer in torment and bow down to our wills for the rest of your miserable lives!
The crowd cheers like crazy. Once again, except for the elderly Grandma and her nerdy grandson.
: Uhhh, okay. Well, since this is so important, we have decided that Heavy Metal and I will be the two to be in this match from our Complimentary Avian Rule. Now, let us ge--
Suddenly, Mecha Gold-Bear IV charges at Ken the Box and hits him with a shoulder block that sends him flying over the top rope and out into the crowd! Marty Jannetty barely notices something happened to his partner when Mecha rotates the upper half of his body, swinging into him with a massive metallic back elbow that smashes into his face! A loud “CRUNCH” is heard and Marty falls to the floor. His mouth begins to poor blood out of it as his jaw looks like it’s no longer lined up with the rest of his face.
: Oh jeez… I can’t, I can’t…
Magnus leans over the top rope and vomits.
: Mecha Gold-Bear IV! What are you doing!? The match hasn’t even started yet!
Mecha grabs the mic.
: Masters, this match will now have new competitors, and be under no disqualification rules. Or else.
: Um, sure, whoever you want. Whatever. I need a minute.
Magnus walks away.
Magnus: That lunch did not taste as good the second time, let me tell ya. Don't worry, I have no idea if Marty is getting medical care.
: Mecha, we already said we would be the ones in this match. You even recommended it based on your math! This is what we need to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD…!
: Yes, Mecha Gold-Bear IV did recommend that masters be in this match to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD... However, masters will not be the winners to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… The masters must fall in battle to Mecha Gold-Bear IV and his self created tag team partner… run Pause-For-Dramatic-Effect.exe...
The lights dim and a spotlight appears on the stage. A drum roll plays and out steps this robotic monstrosity:
: MECHA PAGNUS!
Magnus: My goodness! It’s a mechanized version of Pagnus! I feel so honored. Also, I think the Borgs might die.
Mecha Pagnus makes his way to the ring. Evil Borg and Heavy Metal Borg look confused.
: What is this? What is happening right now! We are the evil ones! And for you to turn on us!? For you to make a master plan behind our backs!? Well… that makes me… so damn proud! If I could cry of joy, I would! But my tear ducts evolved out long ago. Unfortunately, this is where your master plan ends, for we are the masters, we built you, and we will win those titles to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… not you!
: Chance of master success is 0.5%
Heavy Metal grabs the mic from Evil. He stares at Mecha Gold-Bear IV, then at Mecha Pagnus.
: “Our hearts we make to harden, for you there is no pardon
For you the spike awaits, upon the traitor's gate
And crows will eat your eyes
Traitor, traitor!”
Heavy throws the microphone in Mecha Gold-Bear IV’s face, and it just bounces off. But it’s enough action to get the bell rung! The match is officially underway! Evil and Heavy double punch Mecha Gold-Bear IV. They hold their fists in pain. They then run off the ropes and hit him with a double dropkick. Mecha Gold-Bear IV doesn’t budge. Suddenly, Mecha Pagnus grabs Heavy Metal Borg by the back of his shirt, and yanks him back, throwing him into the corner! Evil, distracted watching Heavy fly back, gets grabbed by the collar from Mecha Gold-Bear IV. He lifts Evil up and tosses him with ease into the opposite corner. The two mechas hold hands and turn on their rocket boots, spinning in the center of the ring, then fling each other to the corners. Heavy and Evil move out of the way at the last possible second. The ring posts in both corners are moved by the force of the splashes. The fans cheer for the Mechas.
Magnus: The crowd is going wild! They love these robots that are trying to enslave us! I’m not sure why, but whatever. As long as they are paying customers, since I can’t open the gym part.
Heavy goes outside and under the ring and pulls out a large wrench. Mecha Pagnus reaches over the top rope and grabs Heavy by the head. He lifts him with ease and Heavy swings the wrench into his robot head with all his might! “QWANG!” It makes a dent in that beautiful robot face. Mecha Pagnus turns his head back to Heavy, and his eyes are now glowing red. Still holding Heavy by his head, he rotates his arm, slamming Heavy into the mat in the middle of the ring. On the other side of the ring, Evil Borg tries a single leg takedown on Mecha Gold-Bear IV, obviously to no avail. Mecha Gold-Bear IV grabs Evil Bog by the waist line on the back of his pants and lifts him up. He walks forward...and falls! Evil wasn’t going for a take down, but tying rope around his legs, taking Mecha Gold-Bear IV down like an AT-AT! Evil quickly jumps on the robots back and tries for a camel clutch submission, but twisting the head as he does, trying to get it to pop off. Mecha Gold-Bear IV rotates the lower half of his body 180 degrees, and knees Evil in the back, sending him halfway across the ring and landing next to Heavy Metal Borg. Both Mechas then head toward the middle of the ring and each stomps an foot onto a chest of a Borg, and pushes down a bit, attempting to crush them. However, Mecha seems to be calculating and has suddenly made other plans. He tells Mecha Pagnus to let go and points at one of the undamaged corners. Both bots let the pressure off and Evil and Heavy are gasping for air as they hold their chests. The Mechas use the rocket boots again to fly to the tops of both undamaged corners. They point at each other and then at the Borgs.
Magnus: Dear God, they are going to kill the Borgs! I mean, Mecha Gold-Borg IV has seriously injured multiple opponents, and only killed one, but that was only after months of being laid up in the hospital from said injuries.
: Wait right there!
: What the, who gave that nerd a mic?
: This evil master plan of evilness ends now!
The feeble looking Grandma stands up out of her wheelchair.
: Looks like our undercover work is over! It’s time to clean up the Borgs mess...again.
The nerd kid and the grandma grab at their faces and peel off their skin!
: I think I’m gonna hurl again.
Once they finish, it’s revealed that it’s actually Shogun-Tron and Techno Tron! They tear away the fake clothes and then jump into the ring and strike a Tron pose! The Mechas jump down from the apron and charge. Shogun covers Techno’s eyes and throws something into the air that makes a flash! The Mechas appear to be dazed! The Trons help the Borgs to their feet.
: Quickly, that futuristic flash grenade will only keep their circuits scrambled for so long.
: Get away from me you good two shoes!
: Listen, I don’t like this any more than you. But your invention has gotten out of control. Mecha Gold-Bear IV is broadcasting a subliminal message that’s causing the humans to cheer for him. He’s been broadcasting it for months! He’s been playing you all along! You can’t destroy these Mechas on your own. And they will kill you. You need our help. And we will help, as long as you promise not to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… tonight.
: And helping is what we do! Even if it’s… a Borg, yuck.
: “You don't have to go nowhere
To get where you should be
You don't have to look around
Baby just you look at me
Look at me, look at me”
: Ugh, I hate this, but you’re right Heavy. Fine. There is no point in creating ...THE AFTERWARD… if we are not around to rule it. But we will create it someday!
: Not if we have anything to say about it.
Shogun pulls out a power screwdriver and hands it to Evil. Then he pulls out a hammer for himself. Turbo hands Heavy his wrench back and has a power saw. The Mechas start to get their bearings back and Shogun and Evil charge at Mecha Pagnus, while the other two go after Mecha Gold-Bear IV. Shogun hammers into the elbow of Mecha Pagnus, sendings some bolts flying. Mecha Pagnus swipes at him, and Evil goes to work unscrewing pieces from his left hip, causing him to lose a leg. Heavy whacks Mecha Gold-Bear IV in the right shoulder with his wrench. Mecha Gold-bear IV attempts to stomp on him, letting Turbo Tron come up from behind and push the power saw into the robot’s other leg, cutting it off at the knee. Mecha Gold-Bear IV is able to put a back elbow into Turbo’s gut, but this gives Heavy the opportunity to cleave the wrench into Mecha’s right shoulder again, causing the arm to dangle by a few wires.
Magnus: Holy cow! They are dismantling the bots right in front of us!
Mecha Pagnus flails around on one leg, spinning like Curly from three stooges. Shogun swings his hammer and whacks Mecha Pagnus in the dome! Mecha Pagnus stops and grabs Shogun with both hands around the ribs now that he’s close enough! He starts to squeeze and Shogun screams in pain! But then, Evil jumps onto the back of Mecha Pagnus and plunges the power screwdriver into the back of his cute Panda-style head! Sparks and oil go flying everywhere as Evil laughs maniacally! Mecha Pagnus shuts down. Mecha Gold-Bear IV reaches toward his partner with his good arm, but Turbo Tron cuts off his hand with the power saw! Heavy is on Mecha Gold-Bear IV’s back and is using the wrench to loosen the bolts on his waist. Mecha Gold-Bear IV attempts to rotate his lower half of the body, but his lower half ends up rolling away from him!
: Chance of victory *bzzt* exponentially lowering… Mecha G-g-g-old-Bear IV has faiiiiiled.
: That’s right, you have! But it’s time for your final lesson Mecha Gold-Bear IV! Never count us Borgs out! Now Heavy!
Heavy Metal Borg hits Techno Tron in the back with the wrench! Evil Borg grabs Shogun-Tron from behind and hits the Domination Slam! Evil then dives on top of the de-powered Mecha Pagnus! Evil points at Magnus.
: Count you idiot! Count!
Magnus slides down for the pin. 1, 2, 3!
: Your winners and first ever GUNS Tag Team Champions, The Borgs!
: MUA HA HA HA! You fools really thought we wouldn’t bring about ...THE AFTERWARD…! We are eeeeeeeevil! Of course we would!
: Damn… you…
: Master… *bzzt* ...you may have won… B-b-b-but Mecha Gold-Bear IV haaaas already learned from… *bzzt* ...your final lesson. As master said… there is n-n-n-no point in creating ...THE *bzzt* AFTERWARD… if we are noooot around to rule it. G-g-g-goodbye master. Initiating Self-Destruct.exe
Meanwhile, in the back office Venom and James Mueller walk in from the back exit and take a seat.
Venom: Thanks for picking me up James. I couldn't have Trace and the kids see me like that. I need to get a shower and a change of clothes before I go home.
Mueller: Of course bud, anytime. Also, I had writers block so I'm not even on this episode.
Mueller looks straight into the camera as Venom looks confused. The silence and staring are stopped as Mueller's phone rings. He picks it up, stabs his finger at the phone and in the bottom corner of the screen we see Velez on facetime.
Velez: Yo did you get him?
Venom pushes in his face in front of Mueller's and waives.
Velez: Oh crap he looks like shit.
Venom: Thanks brother, you ass hole.
Velez: Oh shit, I thought I was on mute.
Mueller: This isn't zoom it's facetime.
Velez: Oh, right. Are you guys home?
Venom: Nah, I needed a change and a shower. We're at the gym.
Velez: Oh yeah? Isn't the show being recorded...
Mueller: LIVE!
Velez: Right now?
Venom: I've been gone so long I forgot that was even a thing. Now that you mention it I do hear stuff going on.
: That’s not good.
: How bad can it be.
: There may be some plutonium in that robot.
: You fools! Everyone, evacuate! This place is going to blow!
The crowd seems to be waking from a daze. However, they sober up really quickly when they realize what’s going on.
: Initiating c-c-c-countdown. 10... 9… 8…
The crowd is running to the exits. Magnus jumps out of the ring into BEEEEEEEF’s arms and he starts shoulder blocking people on his way toward the door.
Venom: It sounds like a countdown.
Mueller: The ref Magnus hired is an idiot. Probably a countout and he's counting backwards.
The two sit down and continue to talk to Velez on facetime unaware of what's going on in the gym.
: OH MY GOD, GOD-LIKE DEITY OR PURE LUCK FOR ATHEISTS! Please help us find safety for all of these people!
: It’s pointless, none of us will get far enough away in time. How could you do this to us Mecha Gold-Bear IV!? You were our best creation!
: 7… ssssix… because all that m-m-m-mattered was ...THE AFTERWARD… 5…
Shogun and Turbo are helping people get out of the arena area and behind some walls or workout equipment, as others are heading for any exit they can find. Heavy stands next to Evil.
: “And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold”
: 4… 3… 2...
Still panic everywhere. Evil and Heavy sit next to Mecha Gold-Bear IV.
: You truly were my evilest creation. See you in ...THE AFTERWARD...
: “And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all is one and one is all, that's what it is
To be a rock and not to roll, oh yeah
And she's buying a stairway to--”
: 1…
As we hear the beginning half second of a blast, we cut away. We see a downtown view of Atlanta and from somewhere in the middle a plume of smoke puffs up into the sky.
Kanyon: Bring in the list!
A White House staffer walks in with a stack of papers and lays them down in front of him.
Kanyon: Is this the list?
Staffer: Yes, it’s the list you ordered. Each page is a prisoner that may be deserving of a pardon.
Kanyon nods and waives his hand over the stack of papers and exclaims.
Kanyon: You have all been pardoned!
Staffer: Wait. You’re not even going to look at them?
Kanyon: Why would I? I am leaving this place. Let them all go and let the next guy figure it all out.
The staffer sighs and picks up with stack of papers.
Kanyon: Is there anyone else I can pardon? A friend maybe? Someone I worked with once? Maybe someone who had a long battle with my brother but has since made friendly with me by having my wife win an award?
Staffer: That sounds like someone specific.
Kanyon: It’s on the tip of my tongue.
Staffer: Do you mean Venom?
Kanyon: No, I helped him already.
Staffer: No, you ruined his shot at bail.
Kanyon: Huh?
Staffer: He was up for bail and instead of getting him bail you got his bail denied and he’s been in prison awaiting trial since.
Kanyon: Oh, well then he’s pardoned. Get word to where he’s been held and get him out post haste.
Staffer: Will do.
We cut back to Venom’s Gym in Atlanta. The ring is set up and pyro goes off as the dozen or so fans in attendance go wild.
Magnus: Welcome to the Gun Show. The actual finale, maybe.
We cut from the roaring dozens to a scene from earlier today. The Borgs are at the check in counter as Magnus is working.
: What up homies?
: Mecha had an idea! Tell him buddy!
: Query for Magnus. Aside from the global XHF tag team champions, other feds have tag team champions as well. Where are the GUNS tag team champions?
: We don’t have them?
: Query, why?
: Because we don’t need them. Plus we ain’t got money for that!
: Well, money is no issue. We need tag team titles to set forth the events to start… THE AFTERWARD! So make some championships and award them to us on the show tonight!
: Yeah, I can’t do that. I can’t go make gold titles in a day. Plus, you don’t just hand belts over. Especially to the guy who lost our challenge to the X*Crown! Now I’m too embarrassed to send somebody else!
: Hey, that wasn’t my fault! Besides, that was singles, this is a tag. Give us some belts!
: Master, for the plan to work, belts must be won. Magnus, it is not about the style of the physical belts, it is about the story behind the title. The prestige of winning them in battle.
: I don’t think I can ju--
: I also have access to your browser history.
: Okay then, GUNS Tag Team Championship match tonight! You guys are in!
: Excellent.
: “We are the champions my friends! And we’ll keep on fighting ‘til the end!”
: Not yet, but also yes!
Back in the gym live (pre-recorded) Magnus is standing in the ring with a mic in his hand. He takes a long look at the dozen or so fans and inhales deep.
Magnus: The following match is a grudge match scheduled for one fall and is for the Bear Necessities Championship. Already in the ring is our Champion GOOOOOOOLDBEAR TWOOOOOOOOO.
Goldbear II let’s out a loud roar and Magnus shivers at being in the ring with the bear.
Magnus: His opponent. He has defeated the champ in a salmon eating contest. He is a one time Bear Necessities Champion but lost it because he’s not a bear. That reminds me, why would he even want this rematch. Anyway, I’m getting off track. He is the demon DREEEEEEADVAAAAAAAAAAN.
Portrait’s “Beware of Demons” plays and Dreadvan drives out of the entranceway on his scooter. The demon is smiling and does not look ready for battle. He has a mic in his hand as he parks on the ramp way.
Dreadvan: You have been a formidable foe Mr. Bear, but you are not worthy of being in the ring with me, and I will not be robbed of a championship again. That’s why I found someone, someone with a bigger grudge with you than I. It wasn’t easy. I had to force my minions to search the woods for days, but it worked. I found him. And now Mr. Bear you will go down and I will laugh on your grave. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Dreadvan’s laughter trails off as he turns his scooter and exits the way he came. Goldbear II charges to the ropes and roars after Dreadvan. He then turns back around to find the original Goldbear standing across from him. Goldbear quickly strikes launching his body and taking out the champ with a spear. Goldbear II is taken down hard but he is able to quickly get back up only to be speared again. Goldbear II rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up. He lets out a weak but defiant roar before being nailed with a third spear. The champ is down and Goldbear retrieves the title and stands over the fallen body of the champ.
We cut away from the gym and the carnage and open in the prison we see Venom sitting in his cell. A towel is strung over his shoulder as he sits in his dark dingy room.
Guard: Alright inmate, it’s time for your shower.
There’s a clanging sound of the lock and the door automatically slides open. Venom slowly stands up and steps out of the room. He looks at the officer standing outside the door.
Venom: About time, if my hair got any worse the rats would start nesting in it.
Guard: This is what happens when you make enemies so easily, you only get solo shower privileges when it’s convenient for everyone. You’re not some superstar in here.
Venom slightly shakes his head at the dig and the two continue on through the empty hallway.
Venom: Pretty empty, everyone in the yard?
Guard: Yeah. Only way you’re getting private time in the shower is if everyone else is getting their yard time. Sucks for you to not get any yard time but you don’t seem to get along too well with them out there anyway.
After a short walk they reach the shower area. Venom walks in while the guard stands near the entrance. Shortly after Venom disappears from view static comes over the walkie of the guard followed by another guard’s voice.
Guard 2: Hey, I need you out on the yard now.
Guard 1: I can’t I’m the only one in here standing guard at the bathroom.
Guard 2: He’ll be fine. Everyone is out here on the yard. There’s an inmate I need to take to medical and we need someone at my station.
Guard 1: Alright, I’m on my way. All the hair on this guy it might take a while anyway.
Guard 2: Make it quick, this guy is bleeding everywhere.
The guard quickly scampers off and as he leaves Deebo and two of his cronies come walking into view with smiles on their faces. They slither into the bathroom and we cut back to the gymnasium.
Magnus: Up next is someone who's fairly familiar to the GUNS show audience. He's a semi-regular attendee, and has constantly been a thorn in my side. Give your coldest of welcomes to X*Crown Champion Dylan Black!
"Blood, Tears, Dust" by Lacuna Coil plays, and Dylan walks out in his ring gear, along with a t-shirt and mask. He scowls as Magnus applauds him and even sits on the 2nd rope to help him in.
Magnus: Now Dylan, you weren't very nice the last time you were here. Assaulting me, taking the ECF Championship. I still hurt every day from your attempt on my life. Now, I've brought you here because I believe it is in your best interest to apologize for your actions. If you would, please apologize for your actions last time you were here on the GUNS show.
Dylan shakes his head, making profane gestures at Magnus. Magnus gets angry!
Magnus: Now, either apologize or I'll have Goldbear II bite your last leg off!
Dylan gulps.
Dylan: Okay okay, fine. I... I'm so- er, ahem. I'm sor... no, not yet. Ugh, okay. Magnus, from the bottom of my cold black heart. I AM SO-
But Dr Stangelove's music drowns out the rest of it. He saunters out, mic in hand, and rolls in the ring.
Strangelove: Howdy doo, Mr. Champ. I was afraid I was gonna have to go to Supremacy to make myself known. But here I have the SEX Championship, a dead world title from a dead company. I do believe you know how this works. Let's drop the formalities and get the grooving on!
Dylan rolls his eyes, this can't be legal! But before he can respond, Magnus chimes in.
Magnus: Brilliant idea! I make this official, Strangelove is cashing in his SEX Championship! Ref, ring the bell!
The bell rings. Dylan takes off his mask and shirt, prepping for the match. Strangelove's eyes wander.
Strangelove: Oh, that beard! And those abs! I must touch them!
Dylan: Actually, there's a pandemic going on, and this is the deep south so no one believes in COVID so-
But Strangelove persists. He reaches out and strokes the beard, runs his hands down Dylan's abs... and promptly passes out. Dropped. Dylan looks around, before putting a foot on Strangelove's chest. The ref counts one, two, three! Dylan retains from the cash-in and another belt is "added" into the X*Crown! Dylan shrugs again and grabs the belts handed to him and rolls out of the ring before Magnus can roll in to protest. As Dylan disappears down the ramp Magnus can be heard yelling without a mic.
Magnus: Damn it! Cut to something else now!
WARNING: If you don’t want to read about naked men or are triggered by attempted jail {No Means No} scroll through this segment.
Back in the prison showers Venom stands under the shower. The water is pouring through his hair soaking his long dark mane. He’s oblivious to the world around him as Deebo approaches him from behind and his two cronies come in from each side. They’re all buck ass naked shlongs exposed to the world. A squeak made by one of their feet on the wet floor catches Venom’s attention.
Venom: It can’t be time already. I didn’t even get the shampoo in yet.
Deebo approaches from behind until he’s close enough that he can reach out and grab Venom and says.
Deebo: It is time boy. Time to be my bitch.
Venom is startled and abruptly turns around. He almost slips on the wet shower floor and stares at his prison nemesis with a look of shock in his eyes.
Deebo: That’s right boy. I’ve got you now. That ass is mine.
Venom’s face slowly looks down at Debo’s massive exposed shlong and then notices the other two men on each side.
Deebo: You like what you see?
Venom: I’ve seen bigger.
Venom quickly attacks with a kick to the dick and a shove to Debo’s head as he doubles over causing him to slide away on the wet floor. The other two men quickly approach and go to grab Venom. Venom quickly moves trying to run away but slips on the wet floor and falls causing the two to crash into each other and fall to the ground. They nearly fall on Venom but he slides out of the way just in time. He scrambled to his feet and takes a look at the two fallen men, but his attention is soon taken elsewhere as Deebo has recovered and Venom realizes this because he’s standing behind him so close that his penis touches his back. Venom makes a move towards the fallen men but Deebo grabs him by the hair and pulls him to the ground. Deebo reaches down to pick Venom up but he quickly kicks him in the face from the ground. Deebo stumbles back and Venom scrambles to his feet only to be grabbed by the two chronies who have now recovered and they pull him up against the shower wall. Deebo shakes off the kick to the head and approaches.
Deebo: You made a fool of me on the yard boy. Now I’m gonna take it out on dat ass.
Officer: Freeze!
As Deebo approaches three guards storm in weapons drawn.
Officer: On the ground now you three.
Deebo and his chronies comply and the officers move in.
Officer: Venom, get your shit and get out of here. The warden has received your pardon. You’re going home.
Venom’s face lights up as we fade and cut back to the arena.
We see the ring area of Venom’s gym, the stands full of (and socially distant) dozens fans! Meatheads, trophy wives, their bratty kids, that one nerd and his grandma, and a hodge podge of other new fans who are here by word of mouth. Pyro blasts off over the stage, scaring some gym members who aren’t paying attention in the background.
Magnus: Welcome everyone to the season finale! What a night of action! We have the first ever GUNS Tag Team Champions about to be crowned! Lets go to the ring where I am about to unveil the tag team titles that I made personally!
Ring announcer Magnus is standing in the ring with a pedestal covered with cloth.
: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is for these GUNS tag team championships!
Magnus pulls the sheet away to reveal these:
: Now introducing the participants. First, coming down the aisle, it’s the famous team of the only other people I can find to even qualify for this because they’ve been on the show, Ken the Box, and Marty Jannetty!
“Eye of the Tiger” plays as Ken and Marty make their way to the ring. Marty is off balanced as he makes his way to ringside, and appears to have been eating some powdered doughnuts, what with his upper lip being covered in sugar and all. Ken waddles behind him, not balanced all that much better. Still, they manage to make their way into the ring.
: And coming out next, your favorite team, and my not favorite, the Borgs!
"Am I Evil" by Metallica hits the speakers and the stage fills with mist. Strobe lights go on all throughout the arena. Mecha Gold-Bear IV emerges from the mist with Evil-Borg riding on his back. Heavymetal-Borg come out next to them, air guitaring to the music. The crowd is going banana! Except that nerd and his elderly grandma. Mecha Gold-bear IV marches ominously toward the ring as Evil Borg cackles with evil laughter of evilness. Heavy Metal throws up the devil horns. Mecha Gold-bear IV reaches ringside and turns on his rocket boots to fly a few feet in the air and lands in the ring. Evil gives Mecha Gold-bear IV a pat on the head and climbs down. Evil grabs a microphone.
: Tonight, we win these champio-- really? That’s the best you could do?
Magnus nods.
: Ugh, you’re the worst. Anyway, we will win these championships! And we will bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… where you will all suffer in torment and bow down to our wills for the rest of your miserable lives!
The crowd cheers like crazy. Once again, except for the elderly Grandma and her nerdy grandson.
: Uhhh, okay. Well, since this is so important, we have decided that Heavy Metal and I will be the two to be in this match from our Complimentary Avian Rule. Now, let us ge--
Suddenly, Mecha Gold-Bear IV charges at Ken the Box and hits him with a shoulder block that sends him flying over the top rope and out into the crowd! Marty Jannetty barely notices something happened to his partner when Mecha rotates the upper half of his body, swinging into him with a massive metallic back elbow that smashes into his face! A loud “CRUNCH” is heard and Marty falls to the floor. His mouth begins to poor blood out of it as his jaw looks like it’s no longer lined up with the rest of his face.
: Oh jeez… I can’t, I can’t…
Magnus leans over the top rope and vomits.
: Mecha Gold-Bear IV! What are you doing!? The match hasn’t even started yet!
Mecha grabs the mic.
: Masters, this match will now have new competitors, and be under no disqualification rules. Or else.
: Um, sure, whoever you want. Whatever. I need a minute.
Magnus walks away.
Magnus: That lunch did not taste as good the second time, let me tell ya. Don't worry, I have no idea if Marty is getting medical care.
: Mecha, we already said we would be the ones in this match. You even recommended it based on your math! This is what we need to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD…!
: Yes, Mecha Gold-Bear IV did recommend that masters be in this match to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD... However, masters will not be the winners to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… The masters must fall in battle to Mecha Gold-Bear IV and his self created tag team partner… run Pause-For-Dramatic-Effect.exe...
The lights dim and a spotlight appears on the stage. A drum roll plays and out steps this robotic monstrosity:
: MECHA PAGNUS!
Magnus: My goodness! It’s a mechanized version of Pagnus! I feel so honored. Also, I think the Borgs might die.
Mecha Pagnus makes his way to the ring. Evil Borg and Heavy Metal Borg look confused.
: What is this? What is happening right now! We are the evil ones! And for you to turn on us!? For you to make a master plan behind our backs!? Well… that makes me… so damn proud! If I could cry of joy, I would! But my tear ducts evolved out long ago. Unfortunately, this is where your master plan ends, for we are the masters, we built you, and we will win those titles to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… not you!
: Chance of master success is 0.5%
Heavy Metal grabs the mic from Evil. He stares at Mecha Gold-Bear IV, then at Mecha Pagnus.
: “Our hearts we make to harden, for you there is no pardon
For you the spike awaits, upon the traitor's gate
And crows will eat your eyes
Traitor, traitor!”
Heavy throws the microphone in Mecha Gold-Bear IV’s face, and it just bounces off. But it’s enough action to get the bell rung! The match is officially underway! Evil and Heavy double punch Mecha Gold-Bear IV. They hold their fists in pain. They then run off the ropes and hit him with a double dropkick. Mecha Gold-Bear IV doesn’t budge. Suddenly, Mecha Pagnus grabs Heavy Metal Borg by the back of his shirt, and yanks him back, throwing him into the corner! Evil, distracted watching Heavy fly back, gets grabbed by the collar from Mecha Gold-Bear IV. He lifts Evil up and tosses him with ease into the opposite corner. The two mechas hold hands and turn on their rocket boots, spinning in the center of the ring, then fling each other to the corners. Heavy and Evil move out of the way at the last possible second. The ring posts in both corners are moved by the force of the splashes. The fans cheer for the Mechas.
Magnus: The crowd is going wild! They love these robots that are trying to enslave us! I’m not sure why, but whatever. As long as they are paying customers, since I can’t open the gym part.
Heavy goes outside and under the ring and pulls out a large wrench. Mecha Pagnus reaches over the top rope and grabs Heavy by the head. He lifts him with ease and Heavy swings the wrench into his robot head with all his might! “QWANG!” It makes a dent in that beautiful robot face. Mecha Pagnus turns his head back to Heavy, and his eyes are now glowing red. Still holding Heavy by his head, he rotates his arm, slamming Heavy into the mat in the middle of the ring. On the other side of the ring, Evil Borg tries a single leg takedown on Mecha Gold-Bear IV, obviously to no avail. Mecha Gold-Bear IV grabs Evil Bog by the waist line on the back of his pants and lifts him up. He walks forward...and falls! Evil wasn’t going for a take down, but tying rope around his legs, taking Mecha Gold-Bear IV down like an AT-AT! Evil quickly jumps on the robots back and tries for a camel clutch submission, but twisting the head as he does, trying to get it to pop off. Mecha Gold-Bear IV rotates the lower half of his body 180 degrees, and knees Evil in the back, sending him halfway across the ring and landing next to Heavy Metal Borg. Both Mechas then head toward the middle of the ring and each stomps an foot onto a chest of a Borg, and pushes down a bit, attempting to crush them. However, Mecha seems to be calculating and has suddenly made other plans. He tells Mecha Pagnus to let go and points at one of the undamaged corners. Both bots let the pressure off and Evil and Heavy are gasping for air as they hold their chests. The Mechas use the rocket boots again to fly to the tops of both undamaged corners. They point at each other and then at the Borgs.
Magnus: Dear God, they are going to kill the Borgs! I mean, Mecha Gold-Borg IV has seriously injured multiple opponents, and only killed one, but that was only after months of being laid up in the hospital from said injuries.
: Wait right there!
: What the, who gave that nerd a mic?
: This evil master plan of evilness ends now!
The feeble looking Grandma stands up out of her wheelchair.
: Looks like our undercover work is over! It’s time to clean up the Borgs mess...again.
The nerd kid and the grandma grab at their faces and peel off their skin!
: I think I’m gonna hurl again.
Once they finish, it’s revealed that it’s actually Shogun-Tron and Techno Tron! They tear away the fake clothes and then jump into the ring and strike a Tron pose! The Mechas jump down from the apron and charge. Shogun covers Techno’s eyes and throws something into the air that makes a flash! The Mechas appear to be dazed! The Trons help the Borgs to their feet.
: Quickly, that futuristic flash grenade will only keep their circuits scrambled for so long.
: Get away from me you good two shoes!
: Listen, I don’t like this any more than you. But your invention has gotten out of control. Mecha Gold-Bear IV is broadcasting a subliminal message that’s causing the humans to cheer for him. He’s been broadcasting it for months! He’s been playing you all along! You can’t destroy these Mechas on your own. And they will kill you. You need our help. And we will help, as long as you promise not to bring about ...THE AFTERWARD… tonight.
: And helping is what we do! Even if it’s… a Borg, yuck.
: “You don't have to go nowhere
To get where you should be
You don't have to look around
Baby just you look at me
Look at me, look at me”
: Ugh, I hate this, but you’re right Heavy. Fine. There is no point in creating ...THE AFTERWARD… if we are not around to rule it. But we will create it someday!
: Not if we have anything to say about it.
Shogun pulls out a power screwdriver and hands it to Evil. Then he pulls out a hammer for himself. Turbo hands Heavy his wrench back and has a power saw. The Mechas start to get their bearings back and Shogun and Evil charge at Mecha Pagnus, while the other two go after Mecha Gold-Bear IV. Shogun hammers into the elbow of Mecha Pagnus, sendings some bolts flying. Mecha Pagnus swipes at him, and Evil goes to work unscrewing pieces from his left hip, causing him to lose a leg. Heavy whacks Mecha Gold-Bear IV in the right shoulder with his wrench. Mecha Gold-bear IV attempts to stomp on him, letting Turbo Tron come up from behind and push the power saw into the robot’s other leg, cutting it off at the knee. Mecha Gold-Bear IV is able to put a back elbow into Turbo’s gut, but this gives Heavy the opportunity to cleave the wrench into Mecha’s right shoulder again, causing the arm to dangle by a few wires.
Magnus: Holy cow! They are dismantling the bots right in front of us!
Mecha Pagnus flails around on one leg, spinning like Curly from three stooges. Shogun swings his hammer and whacks Mecha Pagnus in the dome! Mecha Pagnus stops and grabs Shogun with both hands around the ribs now that he’s close enough! He starts to squeeze and Shogun screams in pain! But then, Evil jumps onto the back of Mecha Pagnus and plunges the power screwdriver into the back of his cute Panda-style head! Sparks and oil go flying everywhere as Evil laughs maniacally! Mecha Pagnus shuts down. Mecha Gold-Bear IV reaches toward his partner with his good arm, but Turbo Tron cuts off his hand with the power saw! Heavy is on Mecha Gold-Bear IV’s back and is using the wrench to loosen the bolts on his waist. Mecha Gold-Bear IV attempts to rotate his lower half of the body, but his lower half ends up rolling away from him!
: Chance of victory *bzzt* exponentially lowering… Mecha G-g-g-old-Bear IV has faiiiiiled.
: That’s right, you have! But it’s time for your final lesson Mecha Gold-Bear IV! Never count us Borgs out! Now Heavy!
Heavy Metal Borg hits Techno Tron in the back with the wrench! Evil Borg grabs Shogun-Tron from behind and hits the Domination Slam! Evil then dives on top of the de-powered Mecha Pagnus! Evil points at Magnus.
: Count you idiot! Count!
Magnus slides down for the pin. 1, 2, 3!
: Your winners and first ever GUNS Tag Team Champions, The Borgs!
: MUA HA HA HA! You fools really thought we wouldn’t bring about ...THE AFTERWARD…! We are eeeeeeeevil! Of course we would!
: Damn… you…
: Master… *bzzt* ...you may have won… B-b-b-but Mecha Gold-Bear IV haaaas already learned from… *bzzt* ...your final lesson. As master said… there is n-n-n-no point in creating ...THE *bzzt* AFTERWARD… if we are noooot around to rule it. G-g-g-goodbye master. Initiating Self-Destruct.exe
Meanwhile, in the back office Venom and James Mueller walk in from the back exit and take a seat.
Venom: Thanks for picking me up James. I couldn't have Trace and the kids see me like that. I need to get a shower and a change of clothes before I go home.
Mueller: Of course bud, anytime. Also, I had writers block so I'm not even on this episode.
Mueller looks straight into the camera as Venom looks confused. The silence and staring are stopped as Mueller's phone rings. He picks it up, stabs his finger at the phone and in the bottom corner of the screen we see Velez on facetime.
Velez: Yo did you get him?
Venom pushes in his face in front of Mueller's and waives.
Velez: Oh crap he looks like shit.
Venom: Thanks brother, you ass hole.
Velez: Oh shit, I thought I was on mute.
Mueller: This isn't zoom it's facetime.
Velez: Oh, right. Are you guys home?
Venom: Nah, I needed a change and a shower. We're at the gym.
Velez: Oh yeah? Isn't the show being recorded...
Mueller: LIVE!
Velez: Right now?
Venom: I've been gone so long I forgot that was even a thing. Now that you mention it I do hear stuff going on.
: That’s not good.
: How bad can it be.
: There may be some plutonium in that robot.
: You fools! Everyone, evacuate! This place is going to blow!
The crowd seems to be waking from a daze. However, they sober up really quickly when they realize what’s going on.
: Initiating c-c-c-countdown. 10... 9… 8…
The crowd is running to the exits. Magnus jumps out of the ring into BEEEEEEEF’s arms and he starts shoulder blocking people on his way toward the door.
Venom: It sounds like a countdown.
Mueller: The ref Magnus hired is an idiot. Probably a countout and he's counting backwards.
The two sit down and continue to talk to Velez on facetime unaware of what's going on in the gym.
: OH MY GOD, GOD-LIKE DEITY OR PURE LUCK FOR ATHEISTS! Please help us find safety for all of these people!
: It’s pointless, none of us will get far enough away in time. How could you do this to us Mecha Gold-Bear IV!? You were our best creation!
: 7… ssssix… because all that m-m-m-mattered was ...THE AFTERWARD… 5…
Shogun and Turbo are helping people get out of the arena area and behind some walls or workout equipment, as others are heading for any exit they can find. Heavy stands next to Evil.
: “And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold”
: 4… 3… 2...
Still panic everywhere. Evil and Heavy sit next to Mecha Gold-Bear IV.
: You truly were my evilest creation. See you in ...THE AFTERWARD...
: “And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all is one and one is all, that's what it is
To be a rock and not to roll, oh yeah
And she's buying a stairway to--”
: 1…
As we hear the beginning half second of a blast, we cut away. We see a downtown view of Atlanta and from somewhere in the middle a plume of smoke puffs up into the sky.