Champoon Wrasslin': Season 3: Game of Boats | Part One
Jun 12, 2020 18:36:25 GMT -5
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Post by The King on Jun 12, 2020 18:36:25 GMT -5
HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH!
Four rusty wheels would scrape across the steel platform, a chorus of savages chanting with their rifles pointed zealously in the air. The elevator doors would close behind as a spotlight shined on the broken one. It shined on Jefe. For as far as his eyes could see two hundred blood thirsty militia were ready to watch him get mutilated by the mutant before him. This was his demise - but Jefe couldn't just get out of the chair and scream for all this to stop, for he not only had no legs, but shock had seemingly stolen his voice. They thought he was a martyr, willingly dying for the cause as a sacrifice to Mutt - but they were wrong. Jefe wasn't a martyr for Supremia. He'd only die for the brand he represented, having done so once before. This felt wrong. Terribly wrong. To die like this at the hands of the mad king King Edmund IV felt, strange. It felt as though his past resurrection meant nothing. If Jefe were to die tonight then the past would die with him. Champoon would die with it.
WE GRACIOUSLY THANK YOU FOR THE SACRIFICE YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE! TO DIE A MARTYR FOR ANY OTHER CAUSE WOULD MAKE YOU A FOOL, BUT TO DIE A MARTYR FOR SUPREMIA MAKES YOU IMMORTAL.
The militia would repeatedly slam the butt of their rifles into the steel flooring of the engine hall, a loud echo booming back as though a chant of tribesman. Jefe's blood would run cold at the prospect of dying for the entertainment of these brutes. A cause not worth fighting for. A false King.
Mutt, my boy, is hungry. For he has not been fed since the re-awakening! You will be his first breakfast, lunch and dinner for a long time to come! A cause worth dying for!
Mutt would snarl in his anchor-sized chains, his brutish muscles flexing and tensing at the very possibility of being fed. His leg veins popping out from the seams, his neck a thousand vessels of pure anger and hate.
...Citizens of Supremia, Army of the Barge...
LET THE FEAST COMMENCE!
HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH!
This isn't your yacht, is it.
Dylan glanced over at Swann, standing next to the railing overlooking the cold, treacherous sea. Swann's suit was dirty, full of rips and tears from the battles of the past few weeks. Dylan was in fresh gear, ready to battle that mutant Mutt until either one of them was left dead - the other CW World Heavyweight Champion.
All this history between us, and that's the first thing you've got to say. I'm disappointed.
Swann would snarl and side-eye the approaching Dylan, his eye glancing down at that infamous metallic hand of his.
Our history revolves around you breaking my nose with that thing. I didn't think you were the type to bring up your cheating past.
Dylan would scoff, placing his cold metallic hand on the railing - overlooking the high tide and rapid waves.
Our story goes way beyond that, Swann - let us not forget that one time I beat you in AXW. When you were nothing more than Bobby Barratt's bitch.
Swann's snarl would turn into a slight smirk.
Nowadays it just looks like your O'Shanty's bitch.
Swann's smirk would quickly disappear from his gremlin-like features. His nose twitching and eyes glaring out at the waves.
You've got it all wrong, pretty boy.
Dylan would let off a slight chuckle.
Maybe so, but it still wouldn't explain why you're helping him. I know you Swann, you only work for yourself, what's your motivation for all this? A promotion to petty officer of the Barge? You want the ship for yourself?
Swann would turn his back to the railing, walking towards the cabin doors.
...Or maybe there is no motivation at all. Maybe you were just born to be someone elses bitch.
Swann would stop, his head turning to face Dylan, a sadistic smirk etched on his cruel face.
Oh, I've got a motivation alright.
Polt E. Geist drives his boat right next to Danny and Jonny's, his eyes fixated on the bag of weaponry in Jonny's hands. Polt puts a stick through the middle of his steering wheel and pops his head out of the tiny speedboat's control station. Jonny launches the bag over to him as it lands with a smash in the middle of Polt's boat. The Chairman of Eyetology quickly drops to his knees and begins rummaging through, pulling out a weapon with pure hatred.
You brought a fucking kendo stick?
Danny and Jonny glance at each other and point fingers, but Polt isn't interested - he's still rummaging through the bag that they had stowed on-board from their quad bikes. A steel chair. Pair of brass knucks. A couple of smashed lightubes and a chainsaw - all sort of things you'd find under the wrestling ring.
I asked for weapons. Not gimmicks. You know, like a gun?! You know what a fucking gun is right?!
Lucas is sat with Standerson on a separate boat, the latter piloting the ship. Mongolian Giant is by himself on a red ship and El MaVerino is piloting his own green one. Making up five boats, the very five they had just stolen from Captain Lard and the O'Shanty Rebellion. Lucas is watching Polt rummage through the bag, something in his eyes - he turns to face the sea and watches the XHF Barge in the distance get closer and closer. Yet its still a mile or two away from them.
WELCOME TO THE GAME OF BOATS LUCAS MY BOY, HOW ARE YA FEELING!
Lucas would nod his head and turn to face Standerson, who isn't paying any attention to where he's going - instead staring at Lucas with a big ass doofus grin on his face.
I- I- I'm f- feeling alright- th- thank you s- sir.
GOOD MAN, THAT'S WHAT WE LIKE TO HEAR! PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE TODAY, AND I LIKE YOU KID, SO I PRAY YOU DON'T SUCCUMB TO THE AFTER LIFE! OR ME! OR ANY OF MY FRIENDS HERE WITH US!
Standerson continues to brightly smile at Lucas, the former attempting to smile back and miserably failing. Polt is playing with the chainsaw, trying his best to rev it into action but with no luck - he curses and throws it behind him as he picks up the steel chair, biting into the cold metal to see if it really is hard enough to do any damage.
You two gonna go for the tag team champions?!
Danny and Jonny look at each other and nod. Jonny shouts back.
If we get the chance, then yeah - about time we got those titles back around our waist... and back into the hands of Eyetology.
Good! That's what I like to hear boys! But you gotta be careful though, Team Hershey are product placement - one wrong move and you'll have no chance in bringing them down!
Danny pipes up from driving the boat.
Who you going for boss?
Polt would smack the steel chair upon the chainsaw a few times before picking it back up and revving it once more, this time successfully turning it on.
First I'm gonna fuck up Edmund...
Then I'm gonna finish O'Shanty!
O'Shanty is patrolling the bottom deck of Dylan's yacht, flashlight on hand. He's looking around checking for any weapons or anything of use in the three-way battle for the Barge - but he's struggling. All of a sudden he hears a noise coming from a room down near the rear end of the bottom deck - through the gaps of the door he can see lights flashing brightly, all different colors - and booming music shaking the walls of the Yacht.
What the...
O'Shanty slowly creeps up to the door and attempts the handle, but the door is locked. He looks puzzled... Maybe it's Axel and Kang having a good time? But then again, last time he saw Axel he was battling sea sickness on the top of the yacht, and last time he saw Kang he was doing the same. Who had Dylan hidden away down here?!
Hello?! Who be in here?!
The music abruptly cut out and the lights flicked back to normal. The lock on the door was twisted and Shanty took a step back, sweating. The door slowly creaked open and Shanty almost screamed as he saw about twelve half-naked dwarfs.
WHAT THE FUCK.
The dwarfs all looked extremely pissed off at Shanty's appearance, one at the back cracking his neck and clicking his knuckles. They were all equipped with weapons around their leather belts, pistols, AK's... One even had a bazooka strapped on his back. Shanty tried to divert his eyes and say something but words failed him.
Naw you ain't meant to be down here, Shanty!
The door would be slammed by Dylan Black as he came up behind Shanty, a serious look of embarrassment on his face. Shanty was trying to express some words but couldn't.
-No... They're not mine. They are R- ... Forget about it.
Dylan would sigh and place his hand on the old man's back, walking him away from the door. Shanty would finally speak.
D- Did you see the weapons they had in there! W- we could use them t- to get back the Barge!
Dylan would shake his head and pat Shanty on the back.
I'm afraid that's not possible, if... he... found out any wrong-doings had happened to his little friends then I'd be a dead man walking. We all would be.
Shanty would scrunch up his nose.
He wouldn't have to find out. We could gag them and throw them overboard.
Dylan's eyes would widen and he would take a step back.
They've all got trackers, Shanty. No chance.
HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH!
King Edmund IV would be sat in his private box, built recently to house the King when he would appear in the vast space of the engine deck - a perfect place for battles, a perfect place for a sacrifice. Surrounded by ten members of the zealous King's Guard he was practically untouchable. Unlike the broken figurehead of Champoon, Jefe - who was planted helplessly in the middle of the spacing on a rusty, beaten wheelchair - no legs to run away with. Only death.
RELEASE THE CHAINS!
HOORAH! HOORAH! HOORAH!
Ten Supremia Militia ran up to the raging mutant, chained from head to toe in parts of the anchor. Jefe's eyes were wide enough to see the red blood vessels tensing, ready to pop under the extreme pressure of dying for a false cause. Slowly but surely the chains were cut and the chanting got louder, and louder - drumming the mutant into a craze - the noise maximizing his rage to a level beyond that of which it already was. This was it for Jefe. This was it for Champoon.
ALL HAIL KING EDMUND! ALL HAIL KING EDMUND! ALL HAIL KING EDMUND! ALL HAIL KING EDMUND! ALL HAIL KING EDMUND!
The final chain was snapped off from Mutt's neck, a massive roar bellowing throughout the vast space. One step rocked the boat, another and the boat rocked again. Jefe shot down his arms to begin wheeling himself away but all strength was drained from his decaying body. Mutt continued to stomp, taking its time, taunting its prey.
DING! DING! DING!
King Edmund IV would ring a bell from his private quarters, signalling for Mutt to finish the job. Jefe's arms slipped on the rusty wheels and he couldn't push himself anywhere. He was totally fucked. Mutt was getting closer and closer, the barge rocking from side to side. A massive tear shredded through the mask when Mutt opened his jaw, revealing his knife-like teeth and gigantic chin. Dr. Güooburnstreichzer would be in the far right corner, standing next to a giant tank of neon green liquid - the very same substance that brought Mutt back to life as this gigantic mutant to begin with.
ROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Mutt was just under a metre away! Jefe closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. What a way to go out. A legless hack. A fucking freak... But that wasn't Mutt roaring... Nor was that him thudding across the flooring.
IT WAS TRIPLE B!
THWACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
The Big Bad Bear sent a massive claw to the jaw of Mutt, rocking the mutant to the side and in-turn almost capsizing the entire ship. The Supremia Militia would point their guns at the rampaging animal, ready for the command to fire!
CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE!
...THIS IS A BATTLE I WANT TO SEE...
King Edmund IV would be watching with his full attention, mouth open, eyes wide. If Mutt could take down this bear, which was very much a possibility, Mutt would be the most feared mutant in all the world - not just here on the Barge but everywhere. The mutant regain its composure as it stumbled back onto its feet - Triple B swung for another strike but Mutt grabbed the paw mid-air. Then snared its teeth. It lunged forward with its knife-sized fangs and bit long and hard into the snout of Triple B! Leaving massive puncture wounds.
YES! MORE OF THAT MY BOY! MORE OF THAT! FUCK THAT BEAR UP! FUCK IT UP!
Edmund would be clapping his hands, a sadistic smile on his terrible facial features. Triple B would be floored to its knees, pining at its damaged snout - struggling to breathe. Mutt would grab it by its ears and lift it off of the ground, swinging the bear with just one arm into the side of the ship - the whole barge tipping to a forty five degree angle. Squashing a dozen or so Supremia Militia in the process.
FUCKING HELL- WAIT. WHERE'S JEFE?! WHERE THE FUCK IS JEFE-
Jefe and his wheelchair would be gone from its original spot - instead it would be approaching the elevator, being pushed by a man in a white suit - being pushed by Antonio 'Two Dicks' Tagliatelle!
MUTT! STOP JEFE! STOP HIM NOW! KILL HIM! KILLLLLL HIMMMMMMM!
Mutt would immediately snap its attention away from Triple B and towards the escaping cripple. Antonio would be sweating profusely, his face ghostly white - absolutely scared to death. He'd take one look behind him and double his speed, a brown stain appearing on the back of his white suit pants. They would reach the elevator and Antonio would be smashing his hand onto the button, just like he had done so when he had escaped Triple B a few weeks ago. Oh how the times had changed. No matter how hard he thumped the metal it wouldn't open in time and Mutt had reached them. It reached out its hand and grabbed Antonio by his hair, dangling him in the air. It sniffed Antonio's brown backside before launching him a yard or so into half a dozen Militia members, thudding to the floor. Mutt was finally alone with Jefe-
THUMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP!
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Triple B had dived onto the back of Mutt, its talons digging into the mutant's eyes - trying to claw them out!
NO! DON'T YOU DARE YOU BIG FAT GRIZZLY! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!
Mutt would reach back and grab the bear by its right ear, pulling it with almighty strength over his shoulders and into the elevator with a hefty thud, caving it in. The elevator was now out of use. Jefe remained in the mutant's way! Mutt reached down to pick him up-
-WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOINNNGGGGGGGG.
Antonio would slide through the legs of Mutt and jump onto the wheelchair, pushing it over and out of the way of Mutt's gigantic hand. He would then drag the limbless Jefe from off of the seat and begin pulling him with his arms towards the left side of the deck - where the doors lead to the stairs. He was struggling. Badly. Edmund would turn to his most loyal of the King's Guard, Jacque de Marco, whispering into his ear.
Who is that man?!
Jacque de Marco would snarl his nose. Mutt was closing in on Antonio.
They call him 'Two Dicks'.
Edmund would raise his eyebrows. Mutt was one step closer.
Well?
Jacque de Marco would raise an eyebrow back.
Well, your grace?
Edmund would slowly nod his head, raising his eyebrows up and down.
Does he?
Jacque de Marco shrugged.
Apparently.
Edmund would rub his chin and smirk. Mutt would reach Tagliatelle and roar.
...Most impressive.
Antonio had somehow reached the doors with Jefe. Mutt picked him back up by his gigantic paws and dangled him in the air, this time baring its fangs and looking to bite off Antonio's head. It wrenched its neck before bending down to bite, but before it could close its jaw Triple B had shoved its paws into its mouth - preventing the death of his new friend, 'Two Dicks'. Mutt would drop him.
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!
This was Triple B's way of telling Antonio to run. Two Dicks would waste no time in lifting Jefe over his shoulder, staggering to his feet and bolting it through the doors. He would begin pacing it up the stairs, only looking behind once to thank Triple B for his heroic deed, a tear in his eyes. Triple B would roar again as Mutt grabbed him by the nozzle, opening its jaw wide - ready to bite. Then the door slammed shut behind Antonio. The fate of the Big Bad Bear was now a mystery. And Mutt had won by count-out.
The five ships of Eyetology had now reached the Barge, this was it - this was the start of a long war to come. Clashing against the side of the Barge, their boats scraping the ship, Polt would throw up the tiny boats anchor - landing with a hefty clink onto the port side of the Barge. The remaining four ships followed in throwing up their anchors.
THIS IS IT, MY FRIENDS! ITS TIME TO GET BACK WHAT'S OURS!
Polt would shake his head, focus on the task ahead of him, and place two hands on the rope. Deep breaths. Long deep breaths. He'd quickly throw all of his weight onto the rope, a suicidal action with dire consequences, which paid off rather well. With all the strength he could muster, and a chainsaw strapped to his back, Polt began pulling himself up the rope. Not looking around at his fellow crew members to see if they had successfully done the same.
SPLASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Polt's eyes would dart to the side of him, just in time to witness the last of Mongolian Giant falling from his rope as it snapped upon his weight. The Giant dropped into the dark sea, his head not resurfacing - seemingly a goner. Eyetology were now down to six. El MaVerino had successfully made it to the top, but as soon as he rolled over the side and landed on the Barge's deck - bullets whizzed and whirred past him, two connecting with splintering snaps on his armored vest - El MaVerino was rocked backwards, his legs smacking against the barrier he had just climbed - unable to stop himself he fell from the boat. A loud thud echoing his downfall as he landed back on his boat. He couldn't even last 16 seconds atop the Barge.
FUCK! WE'VE FUCKED IT!
Polt would eye the remaining five, Lucas was dangling off of the rope with Standerson still in the boat - Danny and Jonny had stopped near the top, awaiting further instructions. Polt shook his head and with quick thinking let one hand free of the rope, swinging wildly in the dark ocean breeze. He'd reach onto his back and unhook the chainsaw, biting the handle and revving it with a jerk of his head. One rev. Two rev. Three revs and the chainsaw was vrumming. He thanked the gods.
VRUMMMMMMM! VRUMMMMMM! VRUMMMMMMM!
POLT WOULD SHOVE THE CHAINSAW INTO THE BOAT, STRUGGLING TO CUP OPEN A HOLE WITH JUST ONE HAND!
COME ON POLT! YOU CAN DO IT! COME THE FUCK ON POLT! COME ON NOW!
Lucas was just about ready to fall. His fingers slipping. The same with Polt.
COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
THUNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Polt had successfully cut a small hole into the port side of the Barge - with all the strength he had left he threw the chainsaw through it before grasping the rope with both hands and maneuvering himself through the hole, pushing his legs up against the side of the boat. He rolled inside and breathed a sigh of relief as he found himself in a private cabin, except - there was a silhouette of a 7'0" man in the corner. With strong hair and an almost god complex. Polt's palm of his hand from where he held on for dear life stung like a bitch, its was red and all blistered.
YOU MIND IF I... FEEL THE BURN?!
Polt would jump to his feet and freak out. No way! That couldn't have been who he thought it was. The burn guy started to approach him and Polt picked the chainsaw back up, revving it on and slicing the man in half with a hefty scream and thud. Polt would turn behind him, his eyes crazed - he would swing at another approaching man but it was only Lucas Miller, who had somehow made it.
L- LUCAS?!
E- every- everything o- okay Mr. Polt?
Polt's blistering red, crazed eyes told a whole other story - but he nodded his head. Gulping hard.
D- Danny and Jonny?
Lucas would look down at the disembodied burn man, a bit shook.
T- they m- made it... S- smashed th- through a c- cabin window.
Polt would fall to his knees, bowing his head. Lucas would keep a watch on the door, his eyes glancing back and forth between him and his boss.
I- I don't think we can do it L- Lucas... I- I think I f- fucked up... T- there's too many of them.
Lucas would place a hand on Polt's shoulder.
W- we can do it Mr. Polt... R- remember... W- we still have that bargaining chip...
Polt's eyes would focus on Lucas. The eyes of a mad man.
If anything w- were to happen to me... T- then Eyetology is y- yours Lucas... I c- contacted m- my lawyers earlier using Danny's phone. You- You are my successor, my good friend. You will rule Eyetology.
Lucas' eyes would widen, a great look of shock on his face.
Th- thank you Mr. Polt... I- I- I'm honored...
Polt would drag himself to his feet, his eyes calming down - body realigning itself. He'd look at Lucas, then nod his head.
Let's go get that bargaining chip.
Antonio would be at the top of the stairs, sweating profusely and about to collapse. He'd place the limbless Jefe down from off of his shoulders and fall to his knees. Shaking his wet hair. While most of the Supremia Militia were down in the engine hall, there were still a select few guarding the decks - he now had to get past them, find a lifeboat and escape without anyone stopping them. He'd peer through the door's glass onto the outside of the Barge, making sure the coast was clear. With a deep breath he'd hoist Jefe back onto his shoulders and barge open the door, running as fast as he could down the starboard decking.
HALT RIGHT THERE!
Antonio skidded to a stop and collapsed with Jefe, a dozen Supremia Militia pointing their guns at 'Two Dicks'. They began approaching and looked at the limbless Jefe, then scoffed - they pointed at Antonio's double wong.
Look at this y'all, one disabled guy helping out another! Shame you couldn't get very far.
The Supremia Militia loudly laughed, patting the spokesperson on the back. Antonio gulped. He was caught. Triple B's sacrifice was for nothing. All of this was for nothing.
NOT SO FAST ME LUBBER'
The Supremia Militia one eightied on their heels and were promptly gunned down with splintering snap shots. Antonio covered his eyes as he and Jefe were splattered in blood. He wiped them as best he could then opened them again, his jaw dropping open and eyes now wide as Mav's mum. He shook his head. Abso-fucking-lutely un-fucking-believable. Twenty or so midgets had jumped on board from a yacht, equipped to the brim with guns and weapons - one even had a bazooka in his hand - and there, standing behind them, was Captain O'Shanty along with everyone else in his rebellion.
No fucking way is that... Jefe?
Dylan pushed his way through the crowd and walked on over to the 'vegetable' figurehead of Champoon, bending down - a smirk on his face.
The... The fucking bastard's alive. How. How is that even possible.
Swann would be seen snarling at the back. O'Shanty walked on up to Antonio and lifted him to his feet, offering out a hand. 'Two Dicks' promptly thanked him before heading back over to Jefe.
I- I need to get him off of here before he dies. You know where the lifeboats are right?
O'Shanty loudly corpsed, a bright smile on his face.
Of course I do! I used to be the Captain of this ship! They're at the stern.
Antonio raised an eyebrow.
The back of the ship!
Antonio "ahhhhh"'d before hoisting Jefe back onto his shoulders with great pain, he began stumbling. Then turned back to thank his saviors. Shanty smirked.
Don't thank me just yet! You gotta make it there alive first!
Antonio nodded.
Best of luck friend.
O'Shanty whistled and pointed towards the doors, the twenty or so midgets charging through them - followed closely by O'Shanty and his rebellion.
...Y- You too.
They were all gone. All except one man at the back. A certain Tiger Kang. His eyes were set on something in the distance - ahead of Antonio. Antonio shot his head around and saw a ghastly grey silhouette in the distance. He saw Vacant.
DING! DING! DING!
Vacant had rung a bell, then threw it to the ground. Last he saw Tiger Kang he thought he was dead - he thought he had killed him. But here he was, right before him, a traitor and a member of the O'Shanty Rebellion. Kang snarled. Antonio pushed himself up against the side of the barrier as Kang began pacing it down the starboard strip - Vacant doing the same. They both clashed in the middle with an almighty thud and began throwing hard left and rights at each other's heads. Both nearly going flying over-board.
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE FOR REAL THIS TIME KANG!
Kang snarled and headbutted Vacant before shoving him up against the barrier.
I COULD SAY THE SAME FOR YOU, VACANT!
Antonio watched with baited breath, Vacant nailed Kang in the balls with a stiff kick before twisting him around and up against the barrier. Kang went to claw Vacant in the eyes - but he didn't have any! Instead Vacant reached down for a leg and began lifting it like he was trying to eliminate someone from a Royal Rumble - instead he was trying to chuck him overboard. Kang smacked his elbow on top of Vacant's head before booting him and then charging at him for a spear - sending both men crashing through a Barge wall! Antonio took this chance to begin running. Kang stumbled to his feet.
CAROLE BASKIN?!
Kang would be shocked at the appearance of his other rival, who had seemingly drowned on VISION III in a 'Carole Baskin On a Pole' match against Vacant! She viciously booted him one in the balls as Vacant stumbled back to his feet and clobbed him around the back of his head - then grabbing both hair and shirt, he lawn poled him through a window with an almighty smash. Vacant turned to Carole Baskin, nodded his head, and followed Kang out through the glass. Kang was now smothered in blood and Vacant bent down, punching the wound hole with a ferocious attitude. Smothering him in blood aswell.
I LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR BLOOD, KANG! I LIKE IT VERY MUCH!
Vacant would drag Kang to his feet before throwing him over to the barge bar - picking up a wine bottle and smashing it over his head as he recoiled against the wooden table-top. Kang would drop to his knees and Vacant would pick up another bottle, this time smashing it on the bar itself - then shoving the pointy shard of the broken bottle right into Kang's forehead, busting him open even more.
THIS TIME I'M GOING TO WATCH YOU DIE, KANG!
Kang would shake his head, trying to focus and stay conscious - but the dubious amounts of blood loss was really catching up to him. Vacant was sadistically chuckling to himself, taking a seat on the bar stool and watching his rival bleed to death.
COME ON KANG, YOU CAN'T HAVE MUCH MORE BLOOD LEFT IN YA!
Kang would drop to his chest, a pool of blood smothering the floor - it was physically the red sea. Vacant picked up one last bottle and popped open the cap, lifting it up to his mouth area and guzzling it down (except for the fact it just passed through his body). He jumped back to his feet and knelt down next to Kang, tapping him on the head.
YOU DEAD YET? HUH, KANG? YOU STILL IN THERE?
Kang would be unresponsive. Vacant would start getting bored, so he rolled Kang onto his back - a fatal mistake. The Exotic One kip-flipped to his feet with a new surge of energy, the surprise knocking even Vacant backwards! He charged at Kang but the Exotic One drilled him with a superkick! Then another! Vacant was wobbling!
I'M STILL ALIVE MOTHERFUCKER!
He roared at the top of his lungs before charging at Vacant for another spear, this time tackling him through a window and back to the outside of the Barge. The wind was seriously howling and rain started to pour - waves were getting bigger and bigger. Splashing against the side of the Barge and rocking it back and forth.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
A massive wave crashed into the Barge making everything go black. When the water cleared Kang was holding onto the railing for dear life - but unlike VISION III, this time Vacant was aswell! He raced back to his feet and slipped, stumbling and hitting the barrier - Vacant held onto the barrier religiously, obviously scared by prior events. He was shaking his head, talking to himself - visibly scarred.
DON'T WORRY VACANT, I AIN'T GONNA LET THE WAVES GET YOU... BECAUSE I'M GONNA FUCKIN' GET YA!
Kang had reached Vacant and grabbed him, continuously slamming his head onto the metal railing with harsh thuds - a big grey dent started to appear on Vacant's forehead. Kang then scooped behind him and locked his waist, roaring at the top of his lungs before German Suplexing him through a window, back into the bar area! Kang stalked Vacant like prey, licking his lips. He jumped behind the bar and found exactly what he was looking for... A flare gun.
FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
He'd bend down and point the flare gun at Vacant's dent - pulling the trigger with no remorse!
BANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Vacant's head would be exploded into thousands of grey particles, splatting all over Kang who had been blasted ten feet away. Kang would be paralyzed from the explosion. Unable to move. The blood was still pouring from his head at rapid speeds. This was it for him... At least he out-lived Vacant. Taking one last breath and closing his eyes Kang's consciousness began to fade from reality. Kang would soon be joining Vacant.
Standerson had remained on the boat, not advancing onto the Barge after witnessing Mongolian Giant and El MaVerino drop. Instead he turned on a torch and drove the boat around where he had last seen the Giant - Mongolian Giant couldn't swim, so he was the top priority - after that he would then look for El MaVerino's boat. Searching for about five minutes he nearly gave up and focused on MaVerino, but just when everything was looking bleak he heard a distant cry. That of the Mongolian Giant. It had turned out that the Giant was still gripping onto his rope - blue as the daytime sky, freezing to death in the cold water - head being crushed by the expanding waves.
MONGOLIAN GIANT! I AM COMING TO SAVE YOU MY FRIEND! KEEP HOLDING ON!
Standerson approached the Giant's location, but everyone's favourite NPC was running out of time. Standerson searched around for something to throw to him but there was nothing. Literally nothing.
YOU NEED TO SWIM TO ME! COME ON MY FRIEND, I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO IT!
Mongolian Giant would slowly turn his swelling head, his eyes red from the sea salt - his body as blue as ice. His hands were slipping. He couldn't hold on for much longer.
COME ON GIANT! PLEASE! PLEASE SWIM TO ME! DON'T GIVE UP NOW! Y- YOU'RE MY FRIEND! I- I NEED YOU!
Standerson would begin to tear up, a massive wave was incoming.
PLEASE GIANT! SWIM! SWIM TO ME! Y- YOU CAN DO IT-
But it was too late, the Giant closed his eyes as the wave crashed over the top of him - and when it was gone, the Mongolian Giant with it.
On the second floor of the XHF Barge, Dylan Black was accompanied by the Brorritos, Grimace Jr. and Cpt. Lard, along with all of the midgets. The O'Shanty Rebellion had split up once they broke into the Barge - Axel went off to do his own en-devour, Kang stayed behind to fight Vacant, and Shanty, alongside Swann, went looking for Polt E. Geist - Shanty looking to dispose of the Eyetology leader before he could reach Edmund.
A scout midget came running down the hall and stopped just before Dylan, heavily panting. He explained to him that Edmund had been escorted to the control station, which was heavily guarded by a dozen or so King's Guard and twenty Supremia Militia - Mutt was with him too. Dylan nodded his head and thanked the little guy before turning to the Brorritos.
This is where we split up fellas.
Cpt. Lard raised an eyebrow at Grimace before turning back to Dylan.
That's suicide bro!
Dylan looked at all of the midgets and their weapons, then winked at him.
Don't ever underestimate Rat's midgets.
He whistled and they all roared at the top of their lungs, pointing their guns high in the air before following Dylan up the stairs - chanting. Lard turned to brother Grimace and shrugged.
How the fuck did we end up in the mess?!
Grimace patted him on the back.
Let's not reminisce just yet brother, we gotta find us some Team Hershey BURRITOOOOOS!
Antonio made it to the stern of the ship, dripping in blood, sweat and Jefe's body odor. He still couldn't come to terms with why he was saving Jefe - he couldn't quite understand it, but a second voice in his head was telling him it was the right thing to do. As though he was being commanded by a God. He placed the limbless Jefe down and looked around, spotting the lifeboats. A sigh of relief overcame him as he charged over to them, but that all faded when he saw THE Ref with a displeasing face - standing on one.
I had a feeling you would come here.
Antonio would stare holes into THE Ref, trying to figure out his motive - but he couldn't.
I told you that you were going to get us all killed if you helped him. I warned you... But you didn't listen.
Antonio would drop to a knee, struggling to breath.
I'm just doing the right thing. None of us are going to die from helping him.
THE Ref would sigh, then tut.
You are.
Antonio's eyes would widen, his body being overcome with shock.
You wouldn't dare-
THE Ref would pull out a pistol from his pocket and shrug.
I always work for the highest bidder, and it looks like Edmund's paid a lot for your head.
He'd point the gun at the helpless Antonio, his finger about to squeeze the trigger!
CLANG!
THE Ref would fall face first off of the life-boat, bouncing back onto the stern of the Barge. Standing behind him would be the CW Extravaganzanental Champion El MaVerino, steel chair in hand. He'd be staring holes at THE Ref. Then he'd smack the chair against the pole, ringing the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
El MaVerino would click his neck, he'd jump back onto the Barge and pick THE Ref up - looking him dead in the eyes. Then speak for the first time with a really strong Irish accent.
That was nothing personal-
THUD!
THE Ref lumped him one in the balls with a mighty FO! He dragged himself to his feet and rubbed the lump on the back of his head.
I'm actually glad you came... You've got something of mine...
THE Ref would grab El MaVerino by his mask and knee him in the balls with another FO! He was at risk here! However, what THE Ref didn't notice was Antonio crawling back to Jefe's broken body. He watched as THE Ref and MaVerino began brawling throughout the stern of the ship, grabbed Jefe by his left arm and began pulling him towards the lifeboats. Throughout all of this Jefe's eyes remained open, blinking every now and then to show he was still alive - somehow. Antonio hoisted Jefe's body onto the lifeboat and then rolled in after him, peering over to watch the fight. El MaVerino had THE Ref in some sort of choke-hold, trying to make him pass out. THE Ref would knee him again. Antonio would take one last look, close his eyes, then grab the pulley rope - yanking on it and lowering the lifeboat into the water, undetected.
That title was stolen from me!
THE Ref would clap MaVerino's ears with the palm of his hands then headbutt him one. MaVerino would stagger back a few steps before launching a V-Trigger right to THE Ref's jaw, stumbling him back up against a wall. He'd then take a step back before launching up his foot for a superkick, but THE Ref would dodge it and roll out of the way. El MaVerino was a superior fighter compared to THE Ref... But it looked as though the latter was really trying in this fight, unlike their last confrontation.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
THE Ref had rolled over to where his pistol had dropped out of his hand! He shot at MaVerino but the Extravaganzanental Champion absorbed the bullets due to his armored vest, they only winded him. THE Ref cursed before pointing the gun at MaVerino's unprotected head, this would put an end to him - his finger squeezed the trigger but nothing came out. Just some smoke.
HOW FUCKING CLICHE!
He'd instead throw the pistol at MaVerino's head, a loud metallic clonk echoing as it wacked him hard. THE Ref would then swivel to his feet and charge at the dazed MaVerino, looking for some sort of lariat - but the latter regained his focus, hooked the arm and arm-dragged THE Ref through the air! THUD! Both men hit the decking hard. THE Ref wheezed for air but MaVerino rolled over onto a mount position and began reigning blows to his head.
FIRST I'MMA KNOCK YOU OUT - THEN I'MMA MAKE YOU COUNT MY PINFALL!
THE Ref would try and bring his elbows up to guard his face but MaVerino was having none of it - continuing the blows. Ref would look around for anything of use, his eyes catching the opening near MaVerino's crotch area. He'd kick his foot straight up with a crunch as MaVerino gasped for air - both in pain and shock. THE Ref would then roll himself on top of MaVerino and begin biting into his mask.
LET'S SEE WHO YOU REALLY ARE MOTHERFUCKE-
MaVerino would headbutt Ref with a mighty smack, the latter falling to his knees and then stumbling to his feet. MaVerino would swivel around and charge at him for a missile dropkick - connecting and sending THE Ref flying through the air and bouncing off of the steel wall with a thud. MaVerino would re-adjust his mask and charge over to THE Ref - nailing him with a stiff knee, Ref's head bouncing against the steel. Then another! He grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to his feet.
IMMORTALITY DRIVER!
(Tiger Driver '91)
THE Ref's neck would bounce against the decking with a loud thud! Completely knocked out! MaVerino would stumble to his feet and look at THE Ref's body-
HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
MaVerino would turn and be caught by a massive lariat that sent him flying down onto the decking with a loud crunch! He'd blink, regaining conscience before gasping at the
AXEL TOPNOTCH!
MaVerino would shake his head and pull himself up using the steel side, Axel would be flexing his muscles and calling for the crowd. MaVerino would charge at him for a superkick but the Casiopean wrestler would grab his leg mid-air, swivel him around and charge at him for the...
HOKUTO JARAIKO!
(Stan Hansen Lariat)
MaVerino's head would roll as he dropped to the decking next to the body of THE Ref! Axel would fall to his knees and hook the leg, grabbing THE Ref's unconscious hand and slapping the decking!
ONE... TWO... THREE...
DING! DING! DING!
Axel would fall to his knees and rip open El MaVerino's armored vest, revealing the Extravaganzanental title around his waist - a few bullet holes in it. He would rip it off and hold it high in the air as the waves crashed all around him! He had done it! He had made his home-world proud! This was one big step for the O'Shanty Rebellion! Axel Topnotch was the new CW Extravaganzanental Champion!
As the waves roared and rocked the lifeboat back and forth, Antonio watched as the Barge started to get further and further away. He looked over at Jefe, who was shivering under the covering of the boat and shook his head - his whole body feeling with guilt. He couldn't quite place his finger on it though, was it that he felt bad for Jefe? Why was he only now feeling more guilty than before? Surely he had just done the right thing... But something felt wrong, very wrong.
Antonio took one last look at the Barge and the guilt finally sinked in, only now he realized why he was feeling so bad. Triple B. The poor bear had given them his life so they could escape - but saying that in his head felt wrong, because deep down in his heart he could sense that the bear was very much alive. After all, he never saw his final moments - and a third voice in his head was telling him the bear was still on the Barge, waiting for Antonio to save him just like he had done Jefe before him. Antonio glanced over at Jefe, shook his head and laughed.
What the fuck am I doing...
He went under the covering and revved the lifeboats shoddy engine to life - it seemed the XHF Barge had good boats for an escape, equipped with a small engine and a steering wheel. A sign that the company really cared for their employees, or just a sign that if Mongo the Destroyer were to be on-board and something bad were to happen - he'd make it out alive and in one piece. He yanked the wheel all the way to the right, and glanced over at the shaking Jefe.
I'm sorry buddy... But I gotta go back for him...
Antonio could have sworn in that moment he saw Jefe nod his head, but 'Two Dicks' reassured himself it was probably just the motion of the waves. He took one last deep breath and focused on riding the waves all the way back to the XHF Barge.
This was it. O'Shanty and Swann had successfully tracked down the leader of Eyetology, Polt E. Geist, and his lackey, Lucas Miller. Polt spotted them as they burst through the doors of the ship's kitchen on the third floor, with Polt sitting down on a fold-able chair next to the friar. Lucas stood at attention next to him, chainsaw in hand - ready to chop them down if they dare got close. Swann's eyes would be locked on Lucas. Shanty would be staring at Polt.
Well... Well... Well...
Polt would stand up from his chair and fold it up, promptly throwing it behind him. He'd clasp his hands together and smile through his ragged mask.
It's about time we came face to face again, Shanty.
Swann would reach into his pocket and pull out the pistol used to originally kill Mutt, training it at Polt's head. The Chairman of Eyetology would stop moving and put his hands in the air. Lucas' grip would tighten around his chainsaw.
It is rather crazy how we all got here, isn't it? One minute you were Captain of the Barge... Next you were its captor... Then you were a sacrifice and yet somehow here you are, standing right before me with a rebellion on your hands... And Brad Swann? Standing by your side? Fighting your battles for you? All seems a bit... Strange, doesn't it?
Shanty would sneer at Polt, rolling up his fists ready for a fight.
But if you take a step back, stop looking at it through rose tinted glass, and think... Just think for a minute... why you ended up here, in this very spot, with me in-front of you and Swann by your side.
Polt would smirk, a wide grin forming under his sack-like mask.
It doesn't seem that strange after all.
THUD!
O'Shanty would fall to his knees as the butt of Swann's pistol wacked him on the back of his head. Swann trained the gun at Shanty before stepping past him and walking on up to Polt, a mean look in his eyes. Polt would be cackling as he watched Shanty look up at his rival, eyes wide - a face of heartbreak.
You really thought Swann was the type to save you... Just because you 'saved' him?
Polt would scoff and walk on up to Shanty, kneeling next to him.
Then you're a fool, old man.
Polt would rise back to his feet and look Swann up and down - Swann was snarling. Polt was enjoying this very much. Lucas was just as shocked as Shanty.
You see Swann owed me a favor, after all it was I who forged the 'selling' of CW to him. Before his return in CW he was nothing more than a curtain jerker - struggling to pay rent... But with a return as the 'owner' of CW he would finally be recognized in this cruel game we all play - finally a name people would remember. Brad Swann, the owner of Champoon, and the anonymous figurehead of Eyetology.
Swann would point to his blank eye, snarling. Polt would be nodding his head.
Eyetology's fingerprints were all over Swann's take-over of CW... He was bringing change to the company, "a new era of sight", ousting Jefe from the promotion and finally bringing a serious change to the way in which Jefe ruined our promotion... And we finally did it. Swann completed his task and Jefe ended up out of the promotion... And I could finally close the failed investment once and for all.
Shanty would spit at Swann's boot.
Then why the fuck are we all still here?
Polt would snarl, glancing at Swann.
Because Jefe came back from the dead... And there was money in exploiting his return... But there's been some slight complications.
Shanty would shake his head, unable to believe all that he was hearing.
I chopped Jefe's legs off so his return wouldn't last - People would eventually get bored of a wrestler that could no longer wrestle, meaning Jefe's power with the fans would soon die off and we could close the investment again... But Edmund turned his back on me thanks to an anonymous tip-off... And here we are... In a three way battle for the Barge.
Polt would place his boot on Shanty's neck.
I was the one that saved your life from Mutt. I ordered Swann to save you...
Shanty would now spit at Polt's boot.
Why?
Polt would clasp his hands together.
Because you were too valuable to be killed - and now your value is finally recognized.
Polt would chuckle and fling his arms out.
You're the bargaining chip, Shanty!
Your head is going to get me this Barge back!
He would cackle loudly as Swann booted Shanty in the face, knocking him out. The O'Shanty Rebellion was finished. Eyetology had won.