Champoon Wrasslin': Season 3: Game of Boats | Part Two
Jul 11, 2020 19:49:31 GMT -5
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Post by The King on Jul 11, 2020 19:49:31 GMT -5
DING!
:DOORS OPENING:
The elevator doors that lead to the engine room pit scraped open with an ear-deafening sound, the lights flickered like thunder in the sky and the ground rumbled monstrous sounds. Clad in his bloody, casual clothing with a look of fear in his eyes would be 'Two Dicks' Antonio Tagliatelle, sweat slipping off of his thick brow and landing with a splatter upon his quavering bottom lip.
TRIPLE B? TRIPLE B?!
He'd charge into the pitch black void, hands trembling; his mind racing to Jefe whom he left in the boat. He promised he wouldn't be long, that what he was doing meant a lot to him. He would find the bear that saved his and Jefe's life and bring him back to safety. The only problem was, Triple B was last seen fending off the mutant Mutt - and for all he knew Triple B could be nothing more than a dismembered necessity.
TRIPLE B!
Stumbling across the bear's body he'd trip to the floor, his hands grasping Triple B's fur; head placed against his chest, looking for any signs of life. But there was none. The bear that laid before him was dead, a giant gash across his head that bled profoundly. Antonio's eyes watered and he felt a cold tingle down his spine; that all of this was for nothing.
NOW ISN'T THAT A SHAME?
Antonio's head would snap around at the booming voice, his eyes weary. But the voice didn't come from behind him; nor in-front of him. It didn't come from his left, or his right. It was, instead, all around him.
Who's there?!
The voice would laugh, a cruel tone in his voice.
We have never met, Two Dicks. You would not know of my name.
Antonio would gulp, the voice was almost omnipotent.
Then introduce yourself.
A figure would slowly loom in the background, a sharp smile on his face. Antonio would rub his eyes.
My name is not of importance. The message I bring, however, is.
The figure's smile would slowly disappear, his face becoming that of stone.
Tonight he returns. The sentients banished him for his treasonous turn on the Infinity Realms, his turning of the dark side. In doing so he made me omnipotent, but I saw through his dark evil and prevailed, now I am the bringer of justice and the watcher of gold. My message is this, two months ago he disappeared, I scoured every single realm of existence to find him, to make sure he would never rise again... And it has all lead me here, to your realm. He has been here this whole time.
Antonio would be a bundle of confusion.
Everything that has happened recently has been because of him. He has manipulated events from the inside out. Hidden among you, as one of you.
The figure would approach, his bright eyes beaming light upon the lifeless body of Triple B.
It is your job, Antonio Tagliatelle, to stop his rise to power.
Antonio would begin hyperventilating.
Well, uh, why can't you do it?!
The figure would ominously sigh.
He is too powerful for me and the sentients now.
Antonio would scoff and cry.
THEN HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STOP HIM?!
The figure would kneel before Triple B and place his hand on his chest, life slowly flooding back into the bear like a miracle. Triple B was back alive.
Alongside your bear, you will bring forth a champion that will be strong enough to conquer him. A champion with two legs.
Antonio would be eyes wide.
So, uh, not Jefe?
The figure would shrug. Triple B would rise to his feet, his brain flooded with knowledge gifted to him by the omnipotent figure. He was now an intelligent bear?!
That is for you to find out. Now quick, you must leave this ship before he returns.
Antonio rubbed his eyes.
Leave?! When will we know to stop him?!
Sperm would slowly fade away, his last words a loud whisper.
OH, YOU WILL KNOW.
I hope you understand, Shanty... This was nothing personal.
The former captain would spit at Swann, his arms tied behind his back on a post that prevented him from moving. Swann sat on a chair, arms crossed, big cigar in his mouth; dastardly smirk on his evil face.
I truly wish could be friends, truly, I do. It's just that our motives are not aligned. I work for change. For Eyetology. It's a shame, really, that you just could not open your eyes and enter our new age of sight. Maybe if you did you'd still be the captain of this barge... Instead now... You're just a bargaining chip to get control back into Polt E. Geist's hands.
Swann would take on big inhale before puffing smoke throughout the room, clouding Shanty's vision. A knock on the door would prompt Swann to turn, his eyes wandering the room.
Yes?
The door pushed open, a timid Lucas Miller would enter, shaking a little.
M- Mr Polt has been given the all clear, it- it's time to t- take him to E- Edmund.
Very well.
Swann turned to Shanty, smirking.
Shall we?
With a hard thud Swann would knock Shanty out, his boot smacking against the top of his skull.
With make-shift weapons in their hands, Grimace Jr and his bro Cpt. Lard would be charging through the stern of the ship. A scout midget informing them that this is where they would find the tag team champions: the dastardly corporate Team Hershey. Grimace's belly would rumble, and turning to face his brother he would gulp.
I'm only hungry when I'm nervous, Lard.
Lard would place a hand on Grimace's shoulder.
There's nothing to be nervous about Grimmy-
THUMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
GRIMACE WOULD BE SENT FLYING THROUGH THE AIR!
With a loud thud the luchador would crash into a wall, his body bouncing to the floor with a hefty thump. Lard turned around to swing his weapon at the perpetrator, but with a malicious swing he'd be thrown against the wall aswell. It was Dick Pound, one third of Team Hershey; the CW World Tag Team Champions.
Well... Well... Well...
"Silver Kiss" Sexter Loint would step up to the downed Brorritos, a chad-like smirk on his face.
I wouldn't exactly call this competition boys.
Dick Pound would bend down and grab Lard by his mask, lifting him in the air.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
THREE BULLETS WOULD SPLATTER THROUGH THE CHEST OF DICK POUND!
DP would drop as "Silver Kiss" Sexter Loint and El Hijo Del Hershey froze, eyes wide at the sight of Danny and Jonny - the former champs. The members of Eyetology.
I believe you have something of ours?
BANG! BANG! BANG!
TAG TEAM TITLES ON THE LINE!
Three more shots would signal the start of the bout, despite the fact they missed El Hijo Del Hershey who now wacked the gun from out of Jonny's hand. "Silver Kiss" Sexter Loint stepped up to Danny but the latter had a crowbar and smacked it around his head. Loint began bleeding Hershey's chocolate. This seemingly woke the Brorritos back up at the smell, who stumbled to their feet.
Who the fuck are you guys?!
Lard and Grimace would be about to introduce themselves when Danny got thrown into them like a bowling ball, El Hijo Del Hershey celebrating his strike with a fist in the air. Jonny threw a punch but El Hijo ducked and nailed a roundhouse that rocked the former champ. He charged at him to take him down but with quick reflexes Jonny dodged and El Hijo smacked his head against the side of the wall - dazing him for a split moment. Grabbing his arms he attempted a dragon suplex but El Hijo back elbowed his way out. Lard and Grimace staggered to their feet, "Silver Kiss" Sexter Point charged at them for a double missile dropkick that sent them flying into the railing of the stern - nearly knocking them overboard.
Pieces of shit!
Danny sneaked up behind "Silver Kiss" and chomped down on his head, but later released the hold out of sheer pain! The tin foil scraped against his filings! El Hijo was viciously stomping on Jonny in the corner, Grimace and Lard could barely stand, and Danny's whole face was numb. "Silver Kiss" Sexter Loint nailed him one in the ball-sack that dropped him to his knees, then took a bite out of his skull - cutting open his forehead.
Ooooooh, blood! I fucking love blood!
Out of nowhere Grimace and Lard charged at Sexter and dropped him with a stiff double clothesline, the pair shocked at their move actually working. Danny, bleeding head and all, stumbled to his feet but was at the receiving end of a...
DOUBLE SUPERKICK!
HE DROPPED LIKE A PIN!
They turned around and witnessed El Hijo Del Hershey stomping away on Jonny - they charged at him but he flipped over their heads and did some wacky luchador shit, trying his best to show off. Not one to be upstaged, Grimace Jr stepped forward and did some wacky luchador shidazzle to Hijo that stunned even his brother. It was a battle of the Luchadors!
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
DICK POUND WAS BACK ALIVE!
The bullets hadn't actually killed Dick Pound, they only stunned him for a good minute or two. He rose to his feet like the fucking terminator and charged at the brothers, they turned on their heels and ran screaming. Fair play to them, I gotta say - I'd have done the same. Meanwhile Danny and Jonny recuperated on the floor, both bloody messes.
These guys can't be stopped, Jonny! T- they're fucking invincible!
Jonny would shake his head and stagger to his feet, using the railings to help him up. Danny would plead for him to stay down but he shook his head. Inspired by his brother's will to carry on, Danny slapped himself and stood up - joining his brother. They looked at one another and gulped before chasing after Team Hershey, more importantly Dick Pound, who chased the Brorritos!
King Edmund IV would be sat in the control station of the ship, a wicked grin on his face. His fingers twiddling around each other in a dance of supervilliany. Stood by his side would be Dr. Güooburnstreichzer, the evil scientist that brought back Mutt as this terrible monster that now stood by the right of his highness, King Edmund IV. A deal had just been struck. The war would be settled through the bargaining chip, O'Shanty - the very man that rivaled Edmund for a very long time and had once killed his precious Mutt. Now the war could be settled and justice could prevail. Not only this but O'Shanty was bait, because Dylan Black was not far behind on his trail - and when the CW World Champion arrived, it would be time for Mutt to take the belt.
This is it Mutt my boy, its finally time to make me a World Champion! It's been long overdue, I must say!
A knock on the door would be followed by a member of the King's Guard entering the room.
Your grace, they approach.
King Edmund IV would clasp his hands and cackle, a wicked smile on his devilish features.
Good... Bring them in!
Danny and Jonny had finally caught up with Team Hershey who put the stomps to the Brorritos, sprawled on the floor. They gulped, shaked their heads, and grabbed Sexter and Hijo from behind - German suplexing them on the cold flooring. Dick Pound stopped his pounding and looked up, a fire in his eyes - he darted at them but they stood their ground. Danny was tempting to run.
STAY WHERE YOU ARE DANNY, TRUST ME! JUST TRUST ME!
Jonny secured a grip on Danny's arm as his knees began shaking. Dick Pound charged at them like a vicious bull!
WAIT FOR IT.... WAIT FOR IT....
Dick Pound was closing in at full speed.
NOW!
Danny and Jonny dove to the sides as Dick Pound stormed past them like a lightning bolt and smashed into the railing of the stern at full speed - snapping it in two and flying right into the water. A loud scream would be heard as his big fat Carl Wheezer body would be churned into pieces by the massive propeller. His fate coming to an untimely demise! Sexter Loint and El Hijo Del Hershey would be in pure shock.
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!-
When out of nowhere the Brorritos jumped them from behind, chomping into their heads and ripping out chunks of their chocolate skulls! Team Hershey screamed and attempted to fight back but Grimace and Lard kept chomping! Danny and Jonny watched in shock and horror as chocolate blood splattered upon their faces. Eventually a full Lard and Grimace would burp and lick the last of that remained on their fingers.
I needed that, I was starving!
Oh yeah, me too Grimmy!
Danny and Jonny would glance at each other as the Brorritos looked up and caught their eyes.
Oh damn, this is awkward. You guys here for the belts too?
Danny would gulp and nod, Jonny would taste the chocolate that smothered his face.
Well I guess this ain't over then!
The two teams charged at each other and began brawling!
Paul... Long time, no see...
Polt E. Geist would sneer as he dragged the chained Shanty into the middle of the room. Swann and Lucas stood by his side, the last of Eyetology, and the former with a hand on his pistol.
Now, now... This doesn't need to end in your slaughter, Eyetology. I'm beginning to enjoy your guy's resilience.
Edmund would step forth and stand in-front of Shanty. Mutt would snarl at the former captain, then snarl even louder at Swann who put the bullets through his chest. Shanty would look up at Edmund and spit, the latter shrieking as it drippled down his cheek and landed in a droplet on his chin.
We have come to bargain.
Polt would step forward and grab Shanty by the head, giving him a good smack to the back of his skull.
As I hear... Well, what do you propose?
Polt would give a kick to Shanty that shoved him to the floor, he'd turn to Swann and Lucas before looking back at the King of Supremia.
We forget all this ever happened. We go back to when we had our alliance, Eyetology and Supremia aboard the Barge together. We never betray each other again. We never fight again. We stand side by side to take down the XHF and its corporate rule. In return, you get the head of O'Shanty and the loyal army of Eyetology at your disposal.
Edmund would chuckle. A young King's Guard would charge on up and attempt to wipe the spit from off of his chin, but the King would smack his hand away.
I'm not sure how good your eyesight is, Paul... But you are heavily outnumbered here. If I wanted Shanty, I could get Shanty and all it would take is three bullets to you and your cronies to end this whole charade.
He'd step forward and place a hand on Polt's shoulder.
But as I said, I'm beginning to respect your resilience. It's that kind of resistance that is needed to serve under the rule of King Edmund IV... Is that all?
Polt would gulp.
And I want you to reveal to me who anonymously tipped you off about the Goldhacker... Who told you to leave the shore...
Edmund would sigh. Lucas Miller would turn to Swann and gulp.
Well I mean of course... You need to double check your allies, Paul...
Edmund would turn to reveal the traitor but the lights would flicker and the ship would rumble! A loud scream would be heard from the outside of the control station as blood splattered against the window! The door would be blasted open with a mighty explosion that rocked the room, and standing there in the doorway surrounded by about twenty midgets and one with a smoking RPG, would be Dylan Black... The CW World Heavyweight Champion!
YOU WANTED ME... WELL NOW I'M HERE!
He'd charge in with the midgets as bullets flew and both midgets and Supremia Militia dropped. Edmund fled to the corner, Mutt would be standing in-front of him guarding him from any damage. Polt would dive to the side and crawl under the control station as Lucas joined him, shaking. Dylan would unshackle Shanty before dragging him to his feet.
WE GOT THIS, SHANTY! YOU AND ME... LET'S TAKE DOWN MUT-
SMASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
SWANN WOULD GO FLYING OUT OF THE WINDOW AS SHANTY SPEARED HIM THROUGH THE GLASS!
SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!
Both men would land with an almighty crash on the outside of the ship and rolled - landing a few feet away from each other on the empty decking. Shanty would stagger to his feet, fire in his eyes, and charge at Swann who tried to regain his focus. He'd fly on top of him and begin hammering fists to the top of his skull, a rage burning his face red in anger. Swann would attempt to fight back but to no avail, he only relieved himself from the onslaught when he nailed Shanty with a stiff kick in the crown jewels, giving him a moment to swivel out of the hold and headbutt the former captain, breaking his nose.
Motherfucker! I'm going to kill you for that!
Swann would lift Shanty back to his stumbling feet and nail another headbutt that sent him rocketing to the floor. He'd then go down for some hard blows but Shanty would commando roll backwards, spring to his feet and fly at Swann for a flying elbow that knocked Swann off of his feet.
I'VE ESCAPED DEATH TWO TIMES NOW... TIME TO MAKE IT A THIRD, BIRD BOY!
He'd pick up a big shard of glass and kneel, ramming it into Swann's face and slicing it open. Swann would squeal before grabbing a handful of tiny shards and launching them in Shanty's eyes that now bled profusely. Both men would stagger back to their feet and throw haymakers that almost rocked with the ship. Blood pouring all over the decking.
SUPERKICK!
SHANTY WOULD NAIL A PICTURE PERFECT SUPERKICK!
Swann would stagger before dropping forward through the arms of Shanty and locking him up from behind - he dropped him for the...
BLOODLINE!
DRAGON SUPLEX ONTO THE COLD STEEL!
But Shanty rolled through from the adrenaline and nailed a... V-TRIGGER?! SHANTY WITH A V-TRIGGER?! Swann was shocked as Shanty nailed a few kicks before dropping him to his ass with an epic roundhouse that sent teeth flying. Shanty pumped his chest, roared at the top of his lungs, and called for Swann to get back to his feet!
THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO CALL...
THE TSUNAMI!
BUT NO! SWANN PUSHED HIM OFF BEFORE HE COULD NAIL HIS SPINE-BUSTER!
Swann, with blood gushing from his face, dropped Shanty with a missile dropkick and crawled away, trying his best to escape the wrath of Shanty.
Dylan would gulp now that he was fighting Mutt on his own. Edmund screamed for the mutant to rip his head off and so he charged forward, swinging for Dylan's head. The CW World Heavyweight Champion rolled out of the way however and landed back on his feet near a cowering Polt and Lucas.
LOOK I KNOW WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BE ON THE SAME SIDE... BUT, UH, I'D LOVE IF YOU COULD HELP ME OUT HERE-
SMASHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
DYLAN ROLLED! MUTT'S HAND SMASHED INTO THE COUNTER
OKAY BIG FELLA, CALM DOWN NOW! UH, PLEASE!
THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
ANOTHER SMASH! DYLAN ONLY JUST AVOIDED IT!
Heavily panting the CW World Heavyweight Champion unbuckled his title, rolled up his sleeve and flexed his robotic hand.
FUCK IT! LET'S DO THIS BIG MAN!
He would roar at the top of his lungs as he charged towards the mutant, a martyr for his own cause.
Danny, Jonny, Grimace Jr and Cpt. Lard would be brawling throughout the stern of the ship! All four men on the verge of passing out. Grimace would only just get an advantage when Danny slipped trying to throw a punch; he pulled him in and dropped him with a belly to belly suplex! Then he charged over to Lard who brawled with Jonny and helped him take out the former champ with a shitty-looking spin kick.
So either we kill 'em, or pin 'em? Is that how this whole thing works?!
Lard would shrug.
I think so, Grimmy!
They'd pull Jonny back to his feet but the Eyetology member wasn't done! He'd nail Lard with a stiff strike to the balls before planting a back elbow on the jaw of Grimace - knocking him over. He'd then go over to Danny and check he was okay, pulling him back to his feet. Lard sucked in the pain and pulled Grimace back up.
W- we can do this all day fellas!
Lard would shrug and heavily pant.
We can't.
Jonny would bow his head, panting.
Okay that was a lie, we can't either. ...Wanna, uh, go get some, uh, burritos?
Grimace's eyes would light up, a big smile creeping onto his fat masked face.
Sure! Why not at this point!
Lard would take a moment to think about it before shrugging and walking over to Danny and Jonny, shaking their hands. D&J would pat them on the back and sling their arms around them. Danny would look at Grimace.
What do you like in your burrito?
Jonny would speak up.
I like gold in mine!
He'd roll up Lard as Danny made the count!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Danny and Jonny stole the win! They grabbed for the belts and darted it out of harm's way as Grimace and Lard clambered back to their feet, devastated.
Shanty had finally caught up to Swann, choking him out with a death grip around his throat. The former XHF European Champion fought back by bending forward and biting into Shanty's nose, trying his best to rip it off! The former captain released the hold allowing Swann to scramble him off and head back to his feet. He threw a hard elbow strike to Shanty, busting open his forehead. Shanty threw one back.
I knew I couldn't trust you, bird boy!
Swann kneed him in the gut with malicious intent.
Then why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?!
Shanty cackled, his face stained with the blood of both men. He threw a hard punch into Swann's ribs, attempting to break them.
Because I have other plans in store for you!
He poked Swann in the eyes and attempted to gauge them out, but the bird man fought him off and shoved him back.
Like what?!
Both men were reaching a tiny phone booth inside the Barge, Shanty bounced Swann's head on it over and over again as it stained red. He lent against it and smirked viciously.
In the event of you turning on me, I made some specific arrangements, I've been in contact with this man for a long time now...
Shanty would slam Swann's head against the phone booth once more.
All I need to do now is make the call.
Entering the phone booth Shanty would punch a few numbers into the dial and wait while it rung. Swann would shove open the door and pull up his fists when he heard a voice come through the phone.
...Now?...
Shanty would smirk at Swann, eyes as bright as the moon.
NOW.
Shanty shoved the phone up against Swann's ear - the voice on the other side of the phone was familiar... Like that of an XHF Legend's?
Hey there, Swann! The name's Rat Bastard. I'm here to blow up your island.
A thunderous explosion would blow through the phone's speaker that almost deafened Swann. Shanty would cackle and fall to his ass inside the booth. Swann would be frozen in shock.
All that hard work gone to waste... All that you did for the XHF European Headquarters... Gone in a flash...
Swann would gulp, tears in his eyes.
-Th- this is not the end Sh- Shanty. N- not by a long shot.
He would fall down in the phone booth and sit opposite the former captain, both men bloody messes. His hands over his face. Tears in his eyes.
I'd say we're even stevens now, bird boy.
Swann would remain silent, his hands falling from his sliced up face. He stared at the bloody Shanty sitting opposite him. Shanty stared back.
Don't know about yee, but I be needin' a drink.
DING! DING! DING!
Edmund rang the bell as Mutt grabbed a hold of Dylan and threw him into one of the control decks, mini explosions going off and electric shocks shooting through the air. Polt watched with baited breath from under one of the desks alongside Lucas, who was shaking profoundly. Edmund clapped Mutt along.
Yes my boy! Hurt him! Hurt that foul creature!
Dylan wasn't ready to take a punishing though, he rolled from off of the panels and dropped to the floor - scrambling to his knees. Mutt swung for a hefty blow but Dylan jumped on his arm and rode the swing, surprising even himself! He then scaled the mutants gigantic arm and clambered for the head, delivering hard blow after blow with his robotic hand upon the brainless skull of Mutt - beginning to rip at the mask.
FIGHT BACK MUTT! FIGHT BACK!
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
MUTT WOULD REACH BACK, GRAB DYLAN, AND THROW HIM INTO THE CEILING!
The World Champion's body would bounce on the floor as Mutt stomped on his left arm, almost snapping it in two. He shrieked in pain before getting lifted over Mutt's head! The mutant roared and brought him down upon his knee, nearly breaking his back and paralyzing him.
BREAK HIM! FEAST ON HIS HEAD! TAKE THE GOLD!
Mutt would grab Dylan's tiny head and lift it to his mouth, ripping open his mask by expanding his jaw. He would go to clomp down on it when with whatever energy he had left Dylan rammed his robotic hand inside. Mutt tasted metal and shrieked as his teeth snapped like bones. He released the champion who scrambled to find a gun.
Polt spotted one right in-front of Dylan. Dylan spotted it too. The champ raced for it but Polt reached out his hand and pulled it in, pointing it at the champ.
NOT TODAY SUNSHINE!
Dylan would curse as Mutt draw near, ready to finally finish him. Dylan's eyes went wide, he realized how he could win! Sliding through the legs of Mutt he raced towards the door where the sprawled body of a midget laid, an unloaded RPG by his side. Mutt struggled to turn and when he did he roared at the top of his lungs, storming over. Dylan only just had enough time to load the RPG with the last of its ammo, setting up the rocket and pointing it at the advancing beast.
FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRR!
MUTT WOULD BE HIT WITH THE RPG! HIS BODY BEING EXTREMELY PUSHED BACK BY THE FORCE OF IT!
The Mutant would smash into Edmund and through the wall, sending both flying fifty feet through the air! Edmund would be screaming ever so loudly as he flew away from the Barge and landed with a distant splosh in the ocean, Mutt a few seconds behind him. Dylan gasped for air as he fell to his knees and shook his head. He was still the World Heavyweight Champion.
I don't think so Dylan!
Polt would emerge from under his desk, the gun trained at Dylan's skull.
You haven't won that easily. Not by a long stretch. You've just made my job a hell of a lot easier, because Eyetology rules the barge now!
Polt would cackle under that sack-like mask of his. He'd remove it to reveal...
...THE FUCK?!
Polt would hold firm on the gun.
I know. I know. Surprise... Surprise... It's me... Brad Swann.
...Impossible.
Polt would chuckle.
One would think that would be the case, but realm jumping exists... After all, this stupid company has had its fair share of realm adventures. In my realm, I never joined the Icons... Instead I put on a mask, this, mask and founded my own stable... My own movement... that of Eyetology. We took over the world... But I made a fatal flaw. In taking it over I destroyed my world... And instead, jumped here to start all over again. In the other realm I seized the reigns of the XHF, became a billionaire, built my cult around the world and revolted against the leaders. Here, I am just beginning to do the same.
He would wrap his finger around the trigger of the gun.
I know, it's a lot to take in... But I just wanted to see the look on your face before I put a bullet through your skull... To see that you have, in the end, been defeated by Brad... Fucking... Swann...
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNG!
A HAND WOULD PUNCTURE THROUGH POLT'S CHEST AND COME OUT THE OTHER SIDE. HIS HEART IN THE HAND!
Polt's face would be frozen, eyes wide, shocked. His limp body would drop to the floor with a thud and standing behind him, heart in hand, would be Lucas Miller.
I find it funny really.
Dylan would almost faint.
All these men trying to play God... It never actually works out.
Lucas would smirk.
But you know what does work? Gods playing the role of man...
AND YOU HAVE SURVIVED MY GAME, DYLAN BLACKETH.
Dylan would fall, his body weak. Eyes wide. No fucking way. What. The. Fuck. Big Drag was back. He had been here this whole time.
BUT NOW THE GAME IS OVER I SHALL TAKE YOU BACK TO REALITY... AND IN REALITY... ONLY GODS CAN SURVIVE.
Big Drag would ominously chuckle, his laughter shaking the room like thunder.
I HAVE WAITED LONG TO REVEAL MY TRUE FORM. TO BE WHOLE AGAIN... AND HERE I AM, STOOD BEFORE YOU, THE MOST POWERFUL I HAVE EVER BEEN. ALL BECAUSE YOU, AND ALL THESE PATHETIC HUMANS, PLAYED MY GAME.
Dylan was unable to speak.
MR POLT PUT IT IN THE CONTRACT THAT IN THE EVENT OF HIS PASSING LUCAS MILLER WOULD BECOME THE NEW CHAIRMAN OF EYETOLOGY AND IN TURN THE OWNER OF CHAMPOON.
Big Drag would smirk a smile that could kill all life.
WELL... AS YOU HAVE FOUND OUT... I AM LUCAS MILLER.
AND I NOW OWN CHAMPOON.
Big Drag would click his fingers and the whole world around Dylan would go black.
THIS LITTLE "SEASON" IS NOT OVER JUST YET... MR BLACK. WE STILL HAVE ONE MORE TRIP TO MAKE.
He'd blow space from out of his mouth as the black void filled with stars, Dylan's body began floating in the air.
WE GO BACK TO WHERE ALL OF THIS BEGAN.
...WE GO BACK TO JEFE WARS...
RETURN OF THE DRAGI!