Viola Moonlight
I'm Literally Just Here for WZCW
Deadline - 11:59pm, 9th of August (Central Time)
All-Stars II: Tommy Gunn vs. Claude Driez vs. Mr. Lakes vs. Colby Congo
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We open to a scene familiar to those who might frequent the television airwaves around 3-4 am at night, an infomercial studio. Typically during a situation like this, you would be convinced you are watching some kind of talk show or something in that manner, only to be coerced into buying some kind of product.
This is one of those situations.
The audience of the studio basks in the warm lights of the studio as a man walks down the steps next to them, this man dressed in red and blue clothing from tip to toe with a lipstick black smile on his face. He throws his red hair back and tightens his blue bandana, looking for an aide to hand him a microphone. Finally getting his microphone and with his white teeth flashing, this man begins to speak in a unique voice. Singy-songy, yet with an untraceable accent. Some might say Europe, but there are definitely hints of North America in there.
Dreiz: HEEEEEELLOOOOO STUDIO AUDIENCE! HOW ARE WE TODAAAY! I am your host Claude★Dreiz and I am your host toooonight! Yeah, baby!
Claude's over-enthusiasm is met with a few acknowledgments, moans and groans from the participating audience. Ignoring their jeers, Claude continues.
Dreiz: So, for the select few in the audience today that are so underprivileged that they've never heard of me, allow me to fully explain who I am! I am Claude★Dreiz, THE ∞? , the lead singer and front man of the best Rock and Roll band of all time, Starless★Sunrise! We have conquered the world of rock and roll, and now... We're moving onto new fronts! Like tonight, I have a new front to tell you all about, from my own heart.
Claude looks somber for a few moments as he takes the microphone into both hands and looks down the camera lens quite sternly. The corners of his black lips curl and the eyeliner accentuates the seriousness he is trying to portray.
Dreiz: I am about to talk about something very close to me, ladies and gentlemen. Something that is very dear to my heart, something that's effected me over a long period of time. What I am here to talk about is none other than...
There is a pause as Claude reaches inside his expensive looking leather jacket. He retrieves a bottle and thrusts it proudly into the spotlight.
Dreiz: This! A-ha! My new fragrance! Don't you just love the look of it, baby?! It's so sleek, and you know what I call it? Claude★Dreiz Number 2! Now, let me take some responses from our obviously shocked audience! Tell me, dear fan! How many bottles are you going to buy?
Claude quickens his pace and approaches an unknowing crowd member, an average looking man. He stutters somewhat into the microphone, obviously shocked.
Man: Erm... Can I just ask a question first?
Claude seems a little taken aback, but his smile sticks to his face nonetheless.
Dreiz: Of course, dear sir! Anything for my great fans! Tell me, what is it?
The man, a little relieved, has a small smile on his face and seems to be almost stifling laughter as he begins to speak.
Man: Well, you said the fragrance was called Claude★Dreiz Number 2, right?
Dreiz: That's correct, dear sir!
Man: Well, is the reason why it's called Claude★Dreiz Number 2 because it's full of crap?
Claude looks shocked and stands up rather quickly, an angry look on his face. He goes to lash out at the man who has caused the entire crowd to erupt in laughter. Security holds Claude back who is dragged down to the bottom of the steps, microphone still in hand. Anger in his voice, his accent seems a little different.
Dreiz: What's that all about, eh? I'm the One Hit Wonder, don't you know?! I will kick your ass, man! I will beat you in with my fists, yeah? I'm a Sexlord! I'm a Goddamn Sexlord, damnit! A SEXLORD! Get him out of here! Get them all out of my studio! NOW!
Claude sighs and walks around the bottom of the studio, a fake living room, as the crowd members filter out one by one and the lights dim. Production members dash about and a timid looking man walks up to Claude. This man appears to be Claude's manager, who has a clipboard and several pieces of paper in hand. Claude sighs again, deeper this time, absorbing his anger and acknowledges the man's appearance.
Dreiz: This is the third time... What is it, Farrell? Come to rub it in my face again? Oh, I remember the days when we sold thousands of records and how we'd have hundreds of groupies and we'd have sex for tens of hours... and then our fame was seemingly over in minutes. Damn trends! I blame dubstep. Anyway, what is it?
Farrell tries to stifle a chuckle as he is not sure whether to take his client seriously or not. He presents a piece of paper to Mr Dreiz.
Farrell: You just received a letter, sir. It appears that this is from that new Professional Wrestling company you enrolled in by the name of WCZW. They've given you a match and wish to hear your thoughts on your fellow competitors.
Claude seems, for the first time since the exit of the audience, exceedingly happy. Dancing around with glee, Claude clutches the paper close to his face, until realisation sets in.
Dreiz: Wait.... Farrell, have you seen this crap?! Not only did they spell my God-damn name wrong, I'm in a fatal four way?! What?! This is no way to treat a mega-star, a SEXLORD such as myself! This is complete and utter garbage. Bleh.
Claude starts to walk off set as Farrell scurries after him, frantically picking up the piece of paper Claude just threw on the floor.
Farrell: B-b-but Sir! Your comments on the show! Your match! Your competitors! This is importaa-
Claude stops dead in his tracks and swiftly turns on his heel, bringing himself so he is face to face with his manager, who begins to shake with fear. Claude towers over him, hands on his hips.
Dreiz: Competitors?! There's not going to be any competition about it! Who are these guys, anyway? Do they even sing?! Even if they're good wrestlers, which I highly doubt, they'll be nothing compared to a honest-to-God-better-than-holding-high-notes-than-Bon-Jovi-and-has-more-loyal-fans-than-Freddie-Mercury-Claude-Dreiz! You got that? I'm a rock star and I expect to be treated as such!
Claude turns again, walking away.
Farrell: And, erm, what is your official response?
Shouting off in the distance, Claude waves an arm lazily in the direction of Farrell.
Dreiz: Tell them I'll be there, I'll kick some ass and I expect Tim Hortons in my dressing room when I arrive! Soya-Latte-Frappe-Mochachino with no milk! You got that?
Farrell: I, erm, I got it.
Farrell absent-mindedly writes down on the back of the piece of paper with WCZW's logo on it. Americano. Claude's manager watches the Sexlord retreat into his dressing room, where the sounds of Starless★Sunrise's new album start to shake the entire building.
This is one of those situations.
The audience of the studio basks in the warm lights of the studio as a man walks down the steps next to them, this man dressed in red and blue clothing from tip to toe with a lipstick black smile on his face. He throws his red hair back and tightens his blue bandana, looking for an aide to hand him a microphone. Finally getting his microphone and with his white teeth flashing, this man begins to speak in a unique voice. Singy-songy, yet with an untraceable accent. Some might say Europe, but there are definitely hints of North America in there.
Dreiz: HEEEEEELLOOOOO STUDIO AUDIENCE! HOW ARE WE TODAAAY! I am your host Claude★Dreiz and I am your host toooonight! Yeah, baby!
Claude's over-enthusiasm is met with a few acknowledgments, moans and groans from the participating audience. Ignoring their jeers, Claude continues.
Dreiz: So, for the select few in the audience today that are so underprivileged that they've never heard of me, allow me to fully explain who I am! I am Claude★Dreiz, THE ∞? , the lead singer and front man of the best Rock and Roll band of all time, Starless★Sunrise! We have conquered the world of rock and roll, and now... We're moving onto new fronts! Like tonight, I have a new front to tell you all about, from my own heart.
Claude looks somber for a few moments as he takes the microphone into both hands and looks down the camera lens quite sternly. The corners of his black lips curl and the eyeliner accentuates the seriousness he is trying to portray.
Dreiz: I am about to talk about something very close to me, ladies and gentlemen. Something that is very dear to my heart, something that's effected me over a long period of time. What I am here to talk about is none other than...
There is a pause as Claude reaches inside his expensive looking leather jacket. He retrieves a bottle and thrusts it proudly into the spotlight.
Dreiz: This! A-ha! My new fragrance! Don't you just love the look of it, baby?! It's so sleek, and you know what I call it? Claude★Dreiz Number 2! Now, let me take some responses from our obviously shocked audience! Tell me, dear fan! How many bottles are you going to buy?
Claude quickens his pace and approaches an unknowing crowd member, an average looking man. He stutters somewhat into the microphone, obviously shocked.
Man: Erm... Can I just ask a question first?
Claude seems a little taken aback, but his smile sticks to his face nonetheless.
Dreiz: Of course, dear sir! Anything for my great fans! Tell me, what is it?
The man, a little relieved, has a small smile on his face and seems to be almost stifling laughter as he begins to speak.
Man: Well, you said the fragrance was called Claude★Dreiz Number 2, right?
Dreiz: That's correct, dear sir!
Man: Well, is the reason why it's called Claude★Dreiz Number 2 because it's full of crap?
Claude looks shocked and stands up rather quickly, an angry look on his face. He goes to lash out at the man who has caused the entire crowd to erupt in laughter. Security holds Claude back who is dragged down to the bottom of the steps, microphone still in hand. Anger in his voice, his accent seems a little different.
Dreiz: What's that all about, eh? I'm the One Hit Wonder, don't you know?! I will kick your ass, man! I will beat you in with my fists, yeah? I'm a Sexlord! I'm a Goddamn Sexlord, damnit! A SEXLORD! Get him out of here! Get them all out of my studio! NOW!
Claude sighs and walks around the bottom of the studio, a fake living room, as the crowd members filter out one by one and the lights dim. Production members dash about and a timid looking man walks up to Claude. This man appears to be Claude's manager, who has a clipboard and several pieces of paper in hand. Claude sighs again, deeper this time, absorbing his anger and acknowledges the man's appearance.
Dreiz: This is the third time... What is it, Farrell? Come to rub it in my face again? Oh, I remember the days when we sold thousands of records and how we'd have hundreds of groupies and we'd have sex for tens of hours... and then our fame was seemingly over in minutes. Damn trends! I blame dubstep. Anyway, what is it?
Farrell tries to stifle a chuckle as he is not sure whether to take his client seriously or not. He presents a piece of paper to Mr Dreiz.
Farrell: You just received a letter, sir. It appears that this is from that new Professional Wrestling company you enrolled in by the name of WCZW. They've given you a match and wish to hear your thoughts on your fellow competitors.
Claude seems, for the first time since the exit of the audience, exceedingly happy. Dancing around with glee, Claude clutches the paper close to his face, until realisation sets in.
Dreiz: Wait.... Farrell, have you seen this crap?! Not only did they spell my God-damn name wrong, I'm in a fatal four way?! What?! This is no way to treat a mega-star, a SEXLORD such as myself! This is complete and utter garbage. Bleh.
Claude starts to walk off set as Farrell scurries after him, frantically picking up the piece of paper Claude just threw on the floor.
Farrell: B-b-but Sir! Your comments on the show! Your match! Your competitors! This is importaa-
Claude stops dead in his tracks and swiftly turns on his heel, bringing himself so he is face to face with his manager, who begins to shake with fear. Claude towers over him, hands on his hips.
Dreiz: Competitors?! There's not going to be any competition about it! Who are these guys, anyway? Do they even sing?! Even if they're good wrestlers, which I highly doubt, they'll be nothing compared to a honest-to-God-better-than-holding-high-notes-than-Bon-Jovi-and-has-more-loyal-fans-than-Freddie-Mercury-Claude-Dreiz! You got that? I'm a rock star and I expect to be treated as such!
Claude turns again, walking away.
Farrell: And, erm, what is your official response?
Shouting off in the distance, Claude waves an arm lazily in the direction of Farrell.
Dreiz: Tell them I'll be there, I'll kick some ass and I expect Tim Hortons in my dressing room when I arrive! Soya-Latte-Frappe-Mochachino with no milk! You got that?
Farrell: I, erm, I got it.
Farrell absent-mindedly writes down on the back of the piece of paper with WCZW's logo on it. Americano. Claude's manager watches the Sexlord retreat into his dressing room, where the sounds of Starless★Sunrise's new album start to shake the entire building.
“What is that young man?”
Richard watches as Colby is stood in front of a frying pan, pouring ingredients into what is already a disgusting looking concoction, it is green and oozing, and bubbling, it reminds Richard as more of a swamp than something edible. Although to Richard practically everything is edible.
“It’s called “Mutorcs,” Richard, I shall be using it to prepare for my match at All Stars.” The larger man looks slightly confused by this, and soon lets his confusion show through the medium of his voice.
“But Colby, I’ve never seen you use this stuff before, when you’ve won and defended your 14 World Titles. . .”
“FIFTEEN!” Colby’s voice boomed, with a volume and bass level that could’ve brought down mountains and parted the sea’s, just because this didn’t happen in no way lessens the effect of that tremendous voice.
“Fourteen Colby,” said the incredibly fat psychiatrist soothingly, his chins wiggling as he said it. “You remember the tax man had to repossess one of your titles.”
“Curse you IRS!” He screamed to the heavens. If you’d looked carefully, you’d have seen the roof of the hut vibrate slightly, although the roof of Colby's beach hut (because thats how Warriors live apparently) would vibrate at even a slight breeze.
Colby stops stirring the disgusting green goo for a while, and walks over to his trophy cabinet, in it is a picture of him with all of his titles, they’re wrapped tightly around every part of his body that is possible, his arms, his legs, his torso, his face. He looks longingly at the missing title, before brushing his hand tenderly up his leg, its usual resting place. A single tear rolls down his cheek, Colby is a real Warrior and they are not afraid to cry, or indeed snot everywhere while crying as is now the case.
Richard recognises the signs in his old friend and long term object of his affection, quickly he moves to defuse the situation before Colby’s sadness turns to rage and he loses sight of his current goal.
“Why are you preparing this stuff for All Stars?”
“Because Richard,” came the voice choked with tears and snot, “because All Stars is a special event, the very best compete in WZCW, not the bunch of jobbers I destroy to keep and retain my fift. . . fourteen titles!”
“Then why didn’t you sign a permanent contract when you had the chance?”
Colby looks at the shadows in the corner of the hut.
“SHIT!” He exclaimed, Richard looked on, horrified now, not a single curse word had ever escaped the lips, those sweet, sweet lips of the heavily muscled warrior before. “That Android!” Colby went on, “I was told not to interfere, or get in its way by several large men working for S.H.I.T Industries, WZCW were only offering two contracts, that masked lunatic Saboteur got one, the Android got the other.”
“But surely a bunch of large men couldn’t frighten you. You'd” and here he struggles to control himself, "physically destroy them!"
“Frighten me? No,” he said reflectively, putting more ingredients in the disgusting green paste, “it wasn’t me that was threatened.” He looked at Richard with those eyes, those beautiful green, soulful eyes, Richard couldn’t contain the sigh that escaped his mouth. In that moment Richard understood, but he had grown to know this Stallion well enough not to push the issue.
“When will the Mutorcs be ready, dear fellow?” He asked quietly.
“It will take a day, and a night, and then three quarters of an hour in to cool down.”
“What will we do in the meantime?” He asks, an edge of hope in his voice.
“Richard,” Colby looks at the man, “there is something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time,” Richard could feel his heart beat quicker, perspiration building on his forehead. “I must take a bride, a Woman who will birth me strong Sons!” He shouted at the heavens again.
“Yes, yes of course. . .” Said Richard, trying not to sound crestfallen.
“We will use this time to find a Bride! She must have a strong back, as she will be working the fields, strong arms as she will be the last line of defence between enemy invaders and my offspring. SHE MUST BE ABLE TO HANDLE A SPEAR!”
“Yes, that’s enough,” said Richard with the air of quiet authority that all good psychiatrists can conjure up when necessary. “We shall of course start our search immediately.”
"And what better place than the beach?"
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Richard watches as Colby paces the beach for hours, interrogating various Women on their fitness regimes, diets, and breeding capacity, Richard reflected that most were lured in by the looks alone, and while some might be fond of a Barbarian kind of man, this man was all Barbarian. Sometimes it was too much even for Richard.
He turns his attention away from the young Warrior and spies a well toned young man working out on the beach, he has already caught the attention of several bikini clad young ladies, Richard takes a sip of his heavily fruity cocktail as he observes the show.
"Richard you scamp!" Richard almost jumped out of his rather excessive skin, like all good Warriors Colby was impressively light on his feet when necessary.
The younger man laughed heartily, clapping Richard on the back so hard that the obese gent had a spell of dizziness. "I saw you looking at those attractive young females, go on my friend, I require no chaperone!"
Richard wheezed out of embaressment, but luckily very little could hold the impetous young mans attention for long, so he was almost relieved when the shout came.
"BY THE GODS OLD AND NEW!" Nearby a small child suddenly got a nose bleed. "Do you see her Richard?" Richard looks towards where Colby's incredibly large arm is pointing, and see's to his astonishment, a beached whale. Upon closer inspection it would appear to be a Human Female, apparently passed out from alchohol and snoring like a buzzsaw. Mouth wide open, she makes a horrendous sight indeed.
"Look at her Richard," said Colby in awe, "she has arms like tree trunks, I bet she can breed like an ant hill. She will give me many strong sons." Before he can stop him, Colby marches purposefully towards the gross sight, before leaning down and bellowing in her face.
"YOU WILL BE MY BRIDE, YOUNG WENCH!" Richard winces as Colby attracts the attention of the whole beach, most of them shocked, several of them chuckling as though they've witnessed a practical joke of some kind. Before the Woman can protest, Colby with amazing physical prowess lifts her off her feet, she doesnt protest, Richard reflected that she'd got the better end of the bargain.
"But Colby, you cant just kidnap a Woman from a public place and claim her as your wife!"
"Warriors rights Richard!"
Richard sighed, it occured to him that things like "Warriors rights" only applied when they suited Colby, like when he doesnt want to do the washing up.
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"What shall we do today my sweet?"
"You dont got a TV?" Richard grimaced, the disgusting woman had only been here a few hours and already she was dominating the place. Colby and her had rushed off to the bedroom immediately and made noises that Richard would remember until his dying day. Now she was lying on the only vacant chair (Colby preffered the floor) and demanding food non-stop. She was horrible, she reminded Richard of Richard, only without his wit and charm.
"No my petal, I am an outdoorsman, there are many things to do outside. Come and see!"
From the recesses of her fat the Woman pulls out a laptop, Richard sighed when he saw it was still fully charged.
"Gonna watch Jeremy Kyle."
"Right, well, my Mutorcs will be ready by now." He said, a little crestfallen. "COME RICHARD! I SHALL CONSUME IT OUTSIDE!" Richard couldnt help but notice that the normal bass was gone from the voice.
"Oh dear," he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Richard watches as Colby is stood in front of a frying pan, pouring ingredients into what is already a disgusting looking concoction, it is green and oozing, and bubbling, it reminds Richard as more of a swamp than something edible. Although to Richard practically everything is edible.
“It’s called “Mutorcs,” Richard, I shall be using it to prepare for my match at All Stars.” The larger man looks slightly confused by this, and soon lets his confusion show through the medium of his voice.
“But Colby, I’ve never seen you use this stuff before, when you’ve won and defended your 14 World Titles. . .”
“FIFTEEN!” Colby’s voice boomed, with a volume and bass level that could’ve brought down mountains and parted the sea’s, just because this didn’t happen in no way lessens the effect of that tremendous voice.
“Fourteen Colby,” said the incredibly fat psychiatrist soothingly, his chins wiggling as he said it. “You remember the tax man had to repossess one of your titles.”
“Curse you IRS!” He screamed to the heavens. If you’d looked carefully, you’d have seen the roof of the hut vibrate slightly, although the roof of Colby's beach hut (because thats how Warriors live apparently) would vibrate at even a slight breeze.
Colby stops stirring the disgusting green goo for a while, and walks over to his trophy cabinet, in it is a picture of him with all of his titles, they’re wrapped tightly around every part of his body that is possible, his arms, his legs, his torso, his face. He looks longingly at the missing title, before brushing his hand tenderly up his leg, its usual resting place. A single tear rolls down his cheek, Colby is a real Warrior and they are not afraid to cry, or indeed snot everywhere while crying as is now the case.
Richard recognises the signs in his old friend and long term object of his affection, quickly he moves to defuse the situation before Colby’s sadness turns to rage and he loses sight of his current goal.
“Why are you preparing this stuff for All Stars?”
“Because Richard,” came the voice choked with tears and snot, “because All Stars is a special event, the very best compete in WZCW, not the bunch of jobbers I destroy to keep and retain my fift. . . fourteen titles!”
“Then why didn’t you sign a permanent contract when you had the chance?”
Colby looks at the shadows in the corner of the hut.
“SHIT!” He exclaimed, Richard looked on, horrified now, not a single curse word had ever escaped the lips, those sweet, sweet lips of the heavily muscled warrior before. “That Android!” Colby went on, “I was told not to interfere, or get in its way by several large men working for S.H.I.T Industries, WZCW were only offering two contracts, that masked lunatic Saboteur got one, the Android got the other.”
“But surely a bunch of large men couldn’t frighten you. You'd” and here he struggles to control himself, "physically destroy them!"
“Frighten me? No,” he said reflectively, putting more ingredients in the disgusting green paste, “it wasn’t me that was threatened.” He looked at Richard with those eyes, those beautiful green, soulful eyes, Richard couldn’t contain the sigh that escaped his mouth. In that moment Richard understood, but he had grown to know this Stallion well enough not to push the issue.
“When will the Mutorcs be ready, dear fellow?” He asked quietly.
“It will take a day, and a night, and then three quarters of an hour in to cool down.”
“What will we do in the meantime?” He asks, an edge of hope in his voice.
“Richard,” Colby looks at the man, “there is something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time,” Richard could feel his heart beat quicker, perspiration building on his forehead. “I must take a bride, a Woman who will birth me strong Sons!” He shouted at the heavens again.
“Yes, yes of course. . .” Said Richard, trying not to sound crestfallen.
“We will use this time to find a Bride! She must have a strong back, as she will be working the fields, strong arms as she will be the last line of defence between enemy invaders and my offspring. SHE MUST BE ABLE TO HANDLE A SPEAR!”
“Yes, that’s enough,” said Richard with the air of quiet authority that all good psychiatrists can conjure up when necessary. “We shall of course start our search immediately.”
"And what better place than the beach?"
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Richard watches as Colby paces the beach for hours, interrogating various Women on their fitness regimes, diets, and breeding capacity, Richard reflected that most were lured in by the looks alone, and while some might be fond of a Barbarian kind of man, this man was all Barbarian. Sometimes it was too much even for Richard.
He turns his attention away from the young Warrior and spies a well toned young man working out on the beach, he has already caught the attention of several bikini clad young ladies, Richard takes a sip of his heavily fruity cocktail as he observes the show.
"Richard you scamp!" Richard almost jumped out of his rather excessive skin, like all good Warriors Colby was impressively light on his feet when necessary.
The younger man laughed heartily, clapping Richard on the back so hard that the obese gent had a spell of dizziness. "I saw you looking at those attractive young females, go on my friend, I require no chaperone!"
Richard wheezed out of embaressment, but luckily very little could hold the impetous young mans attention for long, so he was almost relieved when the shout came.
"BY THE GODS OLD AND NEW!" Nearby a small child suddenly got a nose bleed. "Do you see her Richard?" Richard looks towards where Colby's incredibly large arm is pointing, and see's to his astonishment, a beached whale. Upon closer inspection it would appear to be a Human Female, apparently passed out from alchohol and snoring like a buzzsaw. Mouth wide open, she makes a horrendous sight indeed.
"Look at her Richard," said Colby in awe, "she has arms like tree trunks, I bet she can breed like an ant hill. She will give me many strong sons." Before he can stop him, Colby marches purposefully towards the gross sight, before leaning down and bellowing in her face.
"YOU WILL BE MY BRIDE, YOUNG WENCH!" Richard winces as Colby attracts the attention of the whole beach, most of them shocked, several of them chuckling as though they've witnessed a practical joke of some kind. Before the Woman can protest, Colby with amazing physical prowess lifts her off her feet, she doesnt protest, Richard reflected that she'd got the better end of the bargain.
"But Colby, you cant just kidnap a Woman from a public place and claim her as your wife!"
"Warriors rights Richard!"
Richard sighed, it occured to him that things like "Warriors rights" only applied when they suited Colby, like when he doesnt want to do the washing up.
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"What shall we do today my sweet?"
"You dont got a TV?" Richard grimaced, the disgusting woman had only been here a few hours and already she was dominating the place. Colby and her had rushed off to the bedroom immediately and made noises that Richard would remember until his dying day. Now she was lying on the only vacant chair (Colby preffered the floor) and demanding food non-stop. She was horrible, she reminded Richard of Richard, only without his wit and charm.
"No my petal, I am an outdoorsman, there are many things to do outside. Come and see!"
From the recesses of her fat the Woman pulls out a laptop, Richard sighed when he saw it was still fully charged.
"Gonna watch Jeremy Kyle."
"Right, well, my Mutorcs will be ready by now." He said, a little crestfallen. "COME RICHARD! I SHALL CONSUME IT OUTSIDE!" Richard couldnt help but notice that the normal bass was gone from the voice.
"Oh dear," he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Brian: "God Dammit."
Of all places for the young Brian Nathaniel Cooper to get a flat tire, this was it, middle of a forrest, and with no spare. He's pulled off to the side of the one way road, surrounded by nothing but pine trees and more pine trees. He gets out the car and dials a number, walking around, silently praying to see if he can get any signal, but to no avail. Suddenly he remembers passing a nearby house in the middle of the woods not too far from where his tire broke. He looks back, and sure enough, just slightly popping out behind the trees stands a two-story wooden cabin.
Brian: "It's worth a shot."
Brian whispers to himself as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He slowly makes his way up the side of the quiet, empty road. He approaches the door and knocks on it three times. He takes a quick look at an open window to the side of the house, hearing a faint rustling comes from the closed window binds. All of a sudden, the door opens up to see a somewhat average looking man giggling to himself, wearing no shoes, but a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt.
Man: "Heheheheh....Hello there. What a wonderful day, isn't it? You've come to use the swimming hole in the back, is that right?"
Brian: "Actually, Mister, I have a flat tire. You wouldn't happen to have a spare on you, would you?"
A grin comes over the man as he forcefully drags Brian into his cabin. Here Cooper gets a good look of the cabin, looking around the first room when you enter, a mostly empty place, with nothing but a couch and a small table. Right next to it, resting on the couch arm is a shotgun.
Man: "So, you have a flat tire? You wouldn't happen to be driving on any bumpy areas would you?"
The man snickers to himself, before forcibly seating Brian on the sofa.
Lakes: "...Why don't you take a seat? I can fix your car for you. You can call me Mister...Lakes. You know it's not often we get company here. Would you like me to get you some tea?"
Brian: "I uh...I'm Brian Cooper. I'm not much of a fan of tea. "
The friendly Mr. Lakes gives a hearty laugh. Brian gives a nervous chuckle to the man taking him into his home
Lakes: "I'm not either, Brian. What would you like? Coffee? Maybe something alcoholic? "
Brian: "...I think I'll have a coffee. I'm sort of a lightweight, so I don't want to drink too much before driving again."
Lakes: "What's the hurry? A beer never killed a man. You know if you want...maybe you could spend the night."
Brian: "...What about alcohol poisoning?"
Dead silence comes over the smiling face of the almost too enthusiastic Mr. Lakes
Lakes: "So, how would you like your coffee? "
Brian: "...Sugar. Only sugar."
Lakes' grin becomes even larger as he comes closer, sticking his face just half an inch away from Brian's, gritting his teeth as he talks. Brian becoming more and more nervous of him.
Lakes: "You don't sound so sure. Now tell me again, are you sure you want only sugar in your coffee?"
Brian: "...Yes."
After a moment of silence, Lakes replies in three words.
Lakes: "Coming Right up."
Lakes looks away, walking into the other room. Brian looks down to see a scrapbook half-hidden under the couch.. He takes a quick look around to see if Mr. Lakes is watching and bends down to pick it up. It's here he sees pictures of several men, one a somewhat muscular man with black hair, braided up, another a man with a complete red dyed hair and black lipstick, and a blonde haired pretty boy, all out in the public. He goes through the scrapbook, seeing only one word notes written on them, usually ones like 'him" and individual dates. All of a sudden, he hears a familiar laugher in front of him. He looks up to see the cheerful face of Mr. Lakes bringing him his drink. He places the coffee in front of him, before snatching the scrapbook from him, throwing it to the side.
Lakes: "Heh. You shouldn't touch another man's stuff, you know that right? No matter. Heh. They're...friends of mine. It's just a little tool I use to remember when their birthday is. You see, they're reeeeeallly good friends. I get to see them in a few days. Maybe hang out with them. Maybe you can come? It's always nice to have company. There's no need for alarm. Heheh. Now, I'm gonna change your car tire...please, don't touch anything else. I'm the type of person who knows. I'll come and check on you."
The still smiling Lakes once again gets in the face of Brian.
Lakes: "...Am I understood?"
Brian feels a loss for words, but regardless, Lakes takes it as a "yes" and backs away. Lakes walks back to Brian's car. Brian sits for three hours in complete silence, not even touching his coffee, with the occaisonal popping back, yet also silent Mr. Lakes. He eventually comes back, saying two words.
Lakes: "It's finished."
Brian gives a sigh of relief before Lakes locks the door from the inside with a key from his pocket, his grin turning into a straight face.
Lakes: "Now then. Brian. Am I to count on you to be there when I face those three men you saw in the scrapbook?"
Brian nervously gulps.
Brian: "Y-Yes."
Lakes once again gives a grin as he unlocks the door once more.
Lakes: "Good. I'm gonna hold you to it, Brian Cooper."
With that, and without giving a goodbye, Brian runs out of the house, running back to his car. Lakes smiles as he sits on the couch, grabbing the shotgun.
Lakes: "The kid didn't even touch his coffee...What a shame."
He looks outside of his house, through the blinds.
Lakes: "Maybe the next one would like it."
Of all places for the young Brian Nathaniel Cooper to get a flat tire, this was it, middle of a forrest, and with no spare. He's pulled off to the side of the one way road, surrounded by nothing but pine trees and more pine trees. He gets out the car and dials a number, walking around, silently praying to see if he can get any signal, but to no avail. Suddenly he remembers passing a nearby house in the middle of the woods not too far from where his tire broke. He looks back, and sure enough, just slightly popping out behind the trees stands a two-story wooden cabin.
Brian: "It's worth a shot."
Brian whispers to himself as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He slowly makes his way up the side of the quiet, empty road. He approaches the door and knocks on it three times. He takes a quick look at an open window to the side of the house, hearing a faint rustling comes from the closed window binds. All of a sudden, the door opens up to see a somewhat average looking man giggling to himself, wearing no shoes, but a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt.
Man: "Heheheheh....Hello there. What a wonderful day, isn't it? You've come to use the swimming hole in the back, is that right?"
Brian: "Actually, Mister, I have a flat tire. You wouldn't happen to have a spare on you, would you?"
A grin comes over the man as he forcefully drags Brian into his cabin. Here Cooper gets a good look of the cabin, looking around the first room when you enter, a mostly empty place, with nothing but a couch and a small table. Right next to it, resting on the couch arm is a shotgun.
Man: "So, you have a flat tire? You wouldn't happen to be driving on any bumpy areas would you?"
The man snickers to himself, before forcibly seating Brian on the sofa.
Lakes: "...Why don't you take a seat? I can fix your car for you. You can call me Mister...Lakes. You know it's not often we get company here. Would you like me to get you some tea?"
Brian: "I uh...I'm Brian Cooper. I'm not much of a fan of tea. "
The friendly Mr. Lakes gives a hearty laugh. Brian gives a nervous chuckle to the man taking him into his home
Lakes: "I'm not either, Brian. What would you like? Coffee? Maybe something alcoholic? "
Brian: "...I think I'll have a coffee. I'm sort of a lightweight, so I don't want to drink too much before driving again."
Lakes: "What's the hurry? A beer never killed a man. You know if you want...maybe you could spend the night."
Brian: "...What about alcohol poisoning?"
Dead silence comes over the smiling face of the almost too enthusiastic Mr. Lakes
Lakes: "So, how would you like your coffee? "
Brian: "...Sugar. Only sugar."
Lakes' grin becomes even larger as he comes closer, sticking his face just half an inch away from Brian's, gritting his teeth as he talks. Brian becoming more and more nervous of him.
Lakes: "You don't sound so sure. Now tell me again, are you sure you want only sugar in your coffee?"
Brian: "...Yes."
After a moment of silence, Lakes replies in three words.
Lakes: "Coming Right up."
Lakes looks away, walking into the other room. Brian looks down to see a scrapbook half-hidden under the couch.. He takes a quick look around to see if Mr. Lakes is watching and bends down to pick it up. It's here he sees pictures of several men, one a somewhat muscular man with black hair, braided up, another a man with a complete red dyed hair and black lipstick, and a blonde haired pretty boy, all out in the public. He goes through the scrapbook, seeing only one word notes written on them, usually ones like 'him" and individual dates. All of a sudden, he hears a familiar laugher in front of him. He looks up to see the cheerful face of Mr. Lakes bringing him his drink. He places the coffee in front of him, before snatching the scrapbook from him, throwing it to the side.
Lakes: "Heh. You shouldn't touch another man's stuff, you know that right? No matter. Heh. They're...friends of mine. It's just a little tool I use to remember when their birthday is. You see, they're reeeeeallly good friends. I get to see them in a few days. Maybe hang out with them. Maybe you can come? It's always nice to have company. There's no need for alarm. Heheh. Now, I'm gonna change your car tire...please, don't touch anything else. I'm the type of person who knows. I'll come and check on you."
The still smiling Lakes once again gets in the face of Brian.
Lakes: "...Am I understood?"
Brian feels a loss for words, but regardless, Lakes takes it as a "yes" and backs away. Lakes walks back to Brian's car. Brian sits for three hours in complete silence, not even touching his coffee, with the occaisonal popping back, yet also silent Mr. Lakes. He eventually comes back, saying two words.
Lakes: "It's finished."
Brian gives a sigh of relief before Lakes locks the door from the inside with a key from his pocket, his grin turning into a straight face.
Lakes: "Now then. Brian. Am I to count on you to be there when I face those three men you saw in the scrapbook?"
Brian nervously gulps.
Brian: "Y-Yes."
Lakes once again gives a grin as he unlocks the door once more.
Lakes: "Good. I'm gonna hold you to it, Brian Cooper."
With that, and without giving a goodbye, Brian runs out of the house, running back to his car. Lakes smiles as he sits on the couch, grabbing the shotgun.
Lakes: "The kid didn't even touch his coffee...What a shame."
He looks outside of his house, through the blinds.
Lakes: "Maybe the next one would like it."
Richard watches as Colby dances around the saucepan with the brutal looking concoction in it, he isnt sure which dance it is but it is equal to all the others in terribleness. Even so he doesnt interrupt, interrupting could bring down the heavens and make all things pop out of existence or something, but more importantly it'd annoy Colby, plus Richard was enjoying the view as the young mans huge muscles moved beneath his soft, eloquent skin.
Richard became aware that he was gawping, and decided instead to look out onto the sea, there is nothing arousing about the sea.
Beside him Colby sat down and removed his tribal mask, underneath it he has his usual face paint and has added a bandana, which Richard had never seen before.
"It is the special headgear for what I am about to undertake, Richard" said Colby, clearly aware of the other mans stare.
"Has the Mutorcs cooled sufficiently?"
"INDEED!"
Colby reaches out and takes the saucepan, he upends the whole thing into his mouth in one go, making noises almost as equally grotesque as his love making session with his new wife, although not quite so heartbreaking for Richard to listen to.
Colby then hurls the saucepan as hard as he can in front of him, Richard watches as the saucepan goes out of sight (legend says that the saucepan is still orbiting the earth, having lost none of its propulsion and that several of the larger cities have had to have a system installed to allow it to pass without severely hurting someone and that one or two of them have had to move things out of its path, such as buildings. Another legend is that it is now worshipped by several small tribes, and when it stops so shall all things. What we do know for sure is that it is now used as a herald for Chinese new year.)
"I'VE GONE BLIND!"
Startled Richard looks back at Colby, sighs and pulls his bandana back onto his forehead, tenderly brushing his hand up his cheek as he does so. Colby doesnt seem to notice.
"Now I can see!"
"Yes, thats because. . ."
"No Richard!" He says, turning to face him, Richard stares into those perfect eyes and see's no iris, his large soulful eyes now to black holes into space and who knows what. "I can SEEEEEE!"
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Colby awakes, unsure of his surroundings, like all good Warriors he instantly checks that what is available, two arms, good start, two legs, fingers, toes, little else. Head? Yep, got one.
He looks around, none the wiser as to his surroundings, everything is dark and Colbys excellent night vision has yet to kick in, in front of him is what looks like a huge door, well, Colby didnt get to where he was today by not walking through large, daunting doorways.
As he gets closer he see's a message written above.
Beware HM!
"I SHALL HEED THIS WARNING!"
Inside the lights suddenly come on, Colby looks and instantly see's another figure, standing by a light switch, in front of a huge pit in the middle of the floor.
"The mystery of how the lights were turned on, is now solved!" He says smugly.
Affirmative! Was the reply from the rooms other occupant.
Colby points in dramatic fashion.
"YOU!"
Affirmative!
"You are the Machine that stole my finishing moves and my spot on the WZCW roster!"
Affirmative!
With a primal scream of rage Colby charges at the Machine, who raises its own hand in self defense, Colby goes for a brutal head chop but it is deflected wide by exactly the same move.
Cautiously now they circle each other, S.H.I.T almost mimicking Colby perfectly, again they clash, neither getting the advantage with the feared and patented head chop, hand and claw clashing as sparks fly from S.H.I.T. Several more attacks each, with the robot pressing forward, Colby barely jumps back in time to avoid a chop, which goes straight through one of the supporting beams. S.H.I.T presses its advantage, hitting Colby with an attack that he barely blocks and knocks him back down the flight of stairs, Colby rolls just in time to see the floor where he had lay brutally destroyed by another head chop.
Strangely the Machine backs off and lets Colby rise to his feet. Colby does so, but he is teetering on the edge of the pit.
Your destiny lies with S.H.I.T! Gustav knew this to be true!
"Who is Gustav?"
S.H.I.T does not know!
With a lunge forward from S.H.I.T, Colby falls back into the pit, but with a grace unknown to the Machine Colby immediately summersaults out of it, S.H.I.T doesnt see this because its attention is occupied by the big lever it is about to pull.
All to easy!
It pulls the lever and immediately inside the pit two lumps of metal meet clash together, it looks down into the pit and see's what appears to be an ironman suit being welded together down the middle.
Now you are a Machine! S.H.I.T has made you strong again!
A tassle dangling in front of its face makes S.H.I.T look up, there, clambouring on the ceiling like a spider is Colby.
Impressive! Most Impressive!
It grabs the tassle and hauls as hard as it can, pulling the large man to the floor. Instantly Colby somersaults to his feet and as S.H.I.T goes to attack roars in its face, the impact blasting even the Machine back slightly. Even then Colby barely has time to go for a head chop to deflect S.H.I.T's own.
You have controlled you fear! Now, suppress your anger, and your hatred and destroy S.H.I.T
Colby feels the Humanity sinking away from him, and he lunges forward with three brutal head chops, the Machine manages to deflect all three but the power of the blows is too much and S.H.I.T falls backwards down onto another level of this seemingly infinite space. Colby looks down but cant see because of the darkness, pressing his advantage he leaps down, rolls out of the way of any possible blows, none came, and gets to his feet. He sees a doorway, above it is written "Beware of HM!" Ignoring the warning this time, he plunges onwards. His feelings and Humanity draining with every step.
S.H.I.T is waiting for him in the other room, holding a rubbish bin above its head, it throws it instantly and Colby barely manages to head chop it out of the way, before deflecting S.H.I.T's own attack. S.H.I.T backs off, to where it has a pile of bins stored up and begins throwing them, Colby swings for all of them in slow motion, but suddenly he's become crap at it because every single one is hitting him, as the agony displays on his face (in slow motion obviously) the Machine keeps up its relentless attack, forcing Colby out through another door and onto some kind of walkway overlooking nothingness.
S.H.I.T follows the broken and battered Warrior through, looking strong, so, so strong. It begins a relentless barrage of head chops, each one Colby deflects but with less and less energy each time, some he manages to dodge and the Machines claw like hand would go straight through whatever else it hit, which was usually the railings of the walkway. Colby blocks another attack but holds on, using its strength to force him back and he trips over, he goes to rise but sees the Machine, poised to strike.
You are beaten! It is pointless to resist, dont let yourself be destroyed as somebody else probably has!
Colby swings first but the Machine blocks it effortlessly, this does allow Colby time to rise and he catches S.H.I.T on the arm with a head chop. S.H.I.T doesnt even grunt with pain, it just simply returns the favour, hitting Colby on the wrist, severing his hand completely as he screams in pain.
There is no escape, do not make S.H.I.T destroy you!
Colby backs away slowly, his bare stump pissing out with blood.
You cannot understand S.H.I.T's power! Join it and you will feel no such pain again, you will simply be taken away for repairs from a 2-6 week peroid!
I'll never join you! He said hoarsley, well aware of the lack of speech marks on that sentence.
If you only knew the power of the Machines!
Colby backs up against a wall.
Richard never told you what happened to your father!
"Drew Drewsons father was a cruel man who beat him. Colby Congo's father died hundreds of years ago, peacefully, in his sleep!"
Negative! S.H.I.T is your father!
No, no, thats not true. Thats impossible
Search your pathetic Human feelings. You know this to be true!
Memories came flooding back, memories long dormant, sitting on an unusually cold knee while the knee's owner continually asked why this Human was so small, being picked up by cold, metallic, claw like hands and held at face height with the snarling Machine and crying at the sight, being read bedtime stories and hoping like hell the reader wouldnt lower the book because then he'd have to see that face again.
Colby remembered all this and said the only sensible thing to be said in the circumstances.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"What is all of this?" Came a very tired sounding voice. "S.H.I.T, what have I told you about toying with your victims?"
Sorry, my Lord Ty Burna
"I havent even eaten breakfast yet, and you havent even been to the shops, all I've got is this," he gives the bowl he is eating out of a disgusting look, "breakfast cereal." Saying the words as though it is the most disgusting thing he's ever even heard of.
He seems to focus on Colby.
"Ah, another Apostle for me perhaps?"
"What, the Apostles of Chaos storyline has finished!
Ty and S.H.I.T exchange glances.
"I dont think so, my Disciples have just vanquished the opposition at Kingdom Come." He smiles an evil little smile, before taking another chew on the hated breakfast cereal, "Oh dear, that is a nasty wound. Let us take a look at it."
The weakened Colby is picked up bodily by S.H.I.T and taken back inside, where he is strapped down on a table, he looks sidelong at the Machine, who is going through an old box, throwing out. . .
"No! Father, stop!"
Mechanical hands, Colby stuggles against his restraints but they are too strong, S.H.I.T selects a hand almost identicle to its own and grabs Colby's wrist, attaching the hand. Colby can feel the machinery melding with flesh, as he flexes his new claws. All feeling being sapped away.
"Let him out, S.H.I.T."
Obedient as ever, S.H.I.T removes Colbys restraints.
"Come here," comes Ty's soft voice. Colby and S.H.I.T obey, Ty sits down on his throne, which has just appeared. He goes to speak again but Colby raises his new mechanical hand for a devastating head chop, S.H.I.T reacts quicker, blocking the blow while Ty laughs maniacally. Again and again they strike each other, until Colby this time gains the advantage and kicks S.H.I.T down the stairs.
"Good, use your lack of feelings, boy."
Colby instead lowers his arm.
Somebody, has taught you well!
"I will not fight you Father!"
S.H.I.T slowly walks up the steps.
It was not prudent to lower your defenses! It attacks again, but Colby blocks the blows with his mechanical hand, sparks flying as the two Warriors exchange blows. S.H.I.T swings twice more, but Colby avoids both blows and sumersaults onto a higher walkway.
"I feel the good in you father, the conflict!"
There is no conflict!
"It's right you know, nothing there except cold, deadness."
"SHUT UP!"
Ty raises his hands defensively, "just saying."
S.H.I.T has walked over the the box of hands, it reaches in and in one movement, hurls the hand overrarm at Colby, who ducks just in time, the walkway isnt so lucky as the hand goes straight through a support beam, bringing the whole thing down. Ty found this so funny he actually got out of his throne to laugh.
Colby, having survived hides in the shadows while the Robot looks for him, or for a body.
You can not hide for ever!
"I WILL NOT FIGHT YOU!
Such is the presence of Colby's voice that S.H.I.T instantly knew where he was stood, and charged in with a viscous over-arm chop. Colby finally loses his temper, and the two begin a wild head chop-a-thon, which destroys everything they come close too. Both are unrelenting, but perhaps Humanity is overcoming the Machine as it is definately on the back foot now. Colby pushes forward, feeling the thing weakening.
Colby hits two more blows which S.H.I.T deflects but as it ducks under a wild swing it finally gives away and drops, clutching onto a barrier to keep itself on its feet. Colby with tears (and snot) of rage hits its hand repeatedly, even now he doesnt want to hurt his father, but inadvertantly he does so, severing its hand with his own mechanical one. Ty's triumphant laughter echoed around the room.
"Your Humanity does you credit, for Humans are more evil than Machines could ever be. Now, fulfil your destiny and take your place by my side."
Colby lowers his hand.
"I'll never join you, Lord Of All That Is Foul, Including The Contents Of My Privy! You have failed!"
"So be it, I shall cause you some discomfort," quick as a flash Ty reaches into his cereal bowl, hurling a fistfull at Colby, they hit him like rocks, dropping him to his knee's instantly, Ty keeps the attack up, laughing maniacally as Colby is on his back now.
FATHER PLEASE!
S.H.I.T looks on as its Son is pounded with cereal (sorry Skullsmash, I had this idea for ages and I was going to use it whatever happened) seemingly unconcerned about its lack of a hand, all the while Ty's laughter echoes around the Great Hall.
S.H.I.T's gaze goes from its Son, to Ty, back to its Son, back to its master, eventually it reaches a decision, standing up, it picks the unsuspecting Master Of Chaos off his feet, and throws him down a massive hole that has always been there but hasnt been mentioned yet. They both look over the side, father and son, to see the Lord Of Chaos dropping, still inexplicably throwing cereal into the air. S.H.I.T growing bored of the affair, walks over to its box of spare parts and attaches another hand.
"Well, I'll be off now. . . Dad."
Father will do!
"Sorry, Father," Colby turns to leave, but as he does so everything goes out of focus, his vision starts to mix up, the last thing he heard was.
Your welcome here for Christmas!
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He awoke on the beach, with Richard staring at him in panic.
"What happened?
Colby was a picture of composure.
"I went on a mental quest, to better prepare me, to learn things."
"What have you learned?"
"NOTHING!"
TO BE CONTINUED!
Richard became aware that he was gawping, and decided instead to look out onto the sea, there is nothing arousing about the sea.
Beside him Colby sat down and removed his tribal mask, underneath it he has his usual face paint and has added a bandana, which Richard had never seen before.
"It is the special headgear for what I am about to undertake, Richard" said Colby, clearly aware of the other mans stare.
"Has the Mutorcs cooled sufficiently?"
"INDEED!"
Colby reaches out and takes the saucepan, he upends the whole thing into his mouth in one go, making noises almost as equally grotesque as his love making session with his new wife, although not quite so heartbreaking for Richard to listen to.
Colby then hurls the saucepan as hard as he can in front of him, Richard watches as the saucepan goes out of sight (legend says that the saucepan is still orbiting the earth, having lost none of its propulsion and that several of the larger cities have had to have a system installed to allow it to pass without severely hurting someone and that one or two of them have had to move things out of its path, such as buildings. Another legend is that it is now worshipped by several small tribes, and when it stops so shall all things. What we do know for sure is that it is now used as a herald for Chinese new year.)
"I'VE GONE BLIND!"
Startled Richard looks back at Colby, sighs and pulls his bandana back onto his forehead, tenderly brushing his hand up his cheek as he does so. Colby doesnt seem to notice.
"Now I can see!"
"Yes, thats because. . ."
"No Richard!" He says, turning to face him, Richard stares into those perfect eyes and see's no iris, his large soulful eyes now to black holes into space and who knows what. "I can SEEEEEE!"
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Colby awakes, unsure of his surroundings, like all good Warriors he instantly checks that what is available, two arms, good start, two legs, fingers, toes, little else. Head? Yep, got one.
He looks around, none the wiser as to his surroundings, everything is dark and Colbys excellent night vision has yet to kick in, in front of him is what looks like a huge door, well, Colby didnt get to where he was today by not walking through large, daunting doorways.
As he gets closer he see's a message written above.
Beware HM!
"I SHALL HEED THIS WARNING!"
Inside the lights suddenly come on, Colby looks and instantly see's another figure, standing by a light switch, in front of a huge pit in the middle of the floor.
"The mystery of how the lights were turned on, is now solved!" He says smugly.
Affirmative! Was the reply from the rooms other occupant.
Colby points in dramatic fashion.
"YOU!"
Affirmative!
"You are the Machine that stole my finishing moves and my spot on the WZCW roster!"
Affirmative!
With a primal scream of rage Colby charges at the Machine, who raises its own hand in self defense, Colby goes for a brutal head chop but it is deflected wide by exactly the same move.
Cautiously now they circle each other, S.H.I.T almost mimicking Colby perfectly, again they clash, neither getting the advantage with the feared and patented head chop, hand and claw clashing as sparks fly from S.H.I.T. Several more attacks each, with the robot pressing forward, Colby barely jumps back in time to avoid a chop, which goes straight through one of the supporting beams. S.H.I.T presses its advantage, hitting Colby with an attack that he barely blocks and knocks him back down the flight of stairs, Colby rolls just in time to see the floor where he had lay brutally destroyed by another head chop.
Strangely the Machine backs off and lets Colby rise to his feet. Colby does so, but he is teetering on the edge of the pit.
Your destiny lies with S.H.I.T! Gustav knew this to be true!
"Who is Gustav?"
S.H.I.T does not know!
With a lunge forward from S.H.I.T, Colby falls back into the pit, but with a grace unknown to the Machine Colby immediately summersaults out of it, S.H.I.T doesnt see this because its attention is occupied by the big lever it is about to pull.
All to easy!
It pulls the lever and immediately inside the pit two lumps of metal meet clash together, it looks down into the pit and see's what appears to be an ironman suit being welded together down the middle.
Now you are a Machine! S.H.I.T has made you strong again!
A tassle dangling in front of its face makes S.H.I.T look up, there, clambouring on the ceiling like a spider is Colby.
Impressive! Most Impressive!
It grabs the tassle and hauls as hard as it can, pulling the large man to the floor. Instantly Colby somersaults to his feet and as S.H.I.T goes to attack roars in its face, the impact blasting even the Machine back slightly. Even then Colby barely has time to go for a head chop to deflect S.H.I.T's own.
You have controlled you fear! Now, suppress your anger, and your hatred and destroy S.H.I.T
Colby feels the Humanity sinking away from him, and he lunges forward with three brutal head chops, the Machine manages to deflect all three but the power of the blows is too much and S.H.I.T falls backwards down onto another level of this seemingly infinite space. Colby looks down but cant see because of the darkness, pressing his advantage he leaps down, rolls out of the way of any possible blows, none came, and gets to his feet. He sees a doorway, above it is written "Beware of HM!" Ignoring the warning this time, he plunges onwards. His feelings and Humanity draining with every step.
S.H.I.T is waiting for him in the other room, holding a rubbish bin above its head, it throws it instantly and Colby barely manages to head chop it out of the way, before deflecting S.H.I.T's own attack. S.H.I.T backs off, to where it has a pile of bins stored up and begins throwing them, Colby swings for all of them in slow motion, but suddenly he's become crap at it because every single one is hitting him, as the agony displays on his face (in slow motion obviously) the Machine keeps up its relentless attack, forcing Colby out through another door and onto some kind of walkway overlooking nothingness.
S.H.I.T follows the broken and battered Warrior through, looking strong, so, so strong. It begins a relentless barrage of head chops, each one Colby deflects but with less and less energy each time, some he manages to dodge and the Machines claw like hand would go straight through whatever else it hit, which was usually the railings of the walkway. Colby blocks another attack but holds on, using its strength to force him back and he trips over, he goes to rise but sees the Machine, poised to strike.
You are beaten! It is pointless to resist, dont let yourself be destroyed as somebody else probably has!
Colby swings first but the Machine blocks it effortlessly, this does allow Colby time to rise and he catches S.H.I.T on the arm with a head chop. S.H.I.T doesnt even grunt with pain, it just simply returns the favour, hitting Colby on the wrist, severing his hand completely as he screams in pain.
There is no escape, do not make S.H.I.T destroy you!
Colby backs away slowly, his bare stump pissing out with blood.
You cannot understand S.H.I.T's power! Join it and you will feel no such pain again, you will simply be taken away for repairs from a 2-6 week peroid!
I'll never join you! He said hoarsley, well aware of the lack of speech marks on that sentence.
If you only knew the power of the Machines!
Colby backs up against a wall.
Richard never told you what happened to your father!
"Drew Drewsons father was a cruel man who beat him. Colby Congo's father died hundreds of years ago, peacefully, in his sleep!"
Negative! S.H.I.T is your father!
No, no, thats not true. Thats impossible
Search your pathetic Human feelings. You know this to be true!
Memories came flooding back, memories long dormant, sitting on an unusually cold knee while the knee's owner continually asked why this Human was so small, being picked up by cold, metallic, claw like hands and held at face height with the snarling Machine and crying at the sight, being read bedtime stories and hoping like hell the reader wouldnt lower the book because then he'd have to see that face again.
Colby remembered all this and said the only sensible thing to be said in the circumstances.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"What is all of this?" Came a very tired sounding voice. "S.H.I.T, what have I told you about toying with your victims?"
Sorry, my Lord Ty Burna
"I havent even eaten breakfast yet, and you havent even been to the shops, all I've got is this," he gives the bowl he is eating out of a disgusting look, "breakfast cereal." Saying the words as though it is the most disgusting thing he's ever even heard of.
He seems to focus on Colby.
"Ah, another Apostle for me perhaps?"
"What, the Apostles of Chaos storyline has finished!
Ty and S.H.I.T exchange glances.
"I dont think so, my Disciples have just vanquished the opposition at Kingdom Come." He smiles an evil little smile, before taking another chew on the hated breakfast cereal, "Oh dear, that is a nasty wound. Let us take a look at it."
The weakened Colby is picked up bodily by S.H.I.T and taken back inside, where he is strapped down on a table, he looks sidelong at the Machine, who is going through an old box, throwing out. . .
"No! Father, stop!"
Mechanical hands, Colby stuggles against his restraints but they are too strong, S.H.I.T selects a hand almost identicle to its own and grabs Colby's wrist, attaching the hand. Colby can feel the machinery melding with flesh, as he flexes his new claws. All feeling being sapped away.
"Let him out, S.H.I.T."
Obedient as ever, S.H.I.T removes Colbys restraints.
"Come here," comes Ty's soft voice. Colby and S.H.I.T obey, Ty sits down on his throne, which has just appeared. He goes to speak again but Colby raises his new mechanical hand for a devastating head chop, S.H.I.T reacts quicker, blocking the blow while Ty laughs maniacally. Again and again they strike each other, until Colby this time gains the advantage and kicks S.H.I.T down the stairs.
"Good, use your lack of feelings, boy."
Colby instead lowers his arm.
Somebody, has taught you well!
"I will not fight you Father!"
S.H.I.T slowly walks up the steps.
It was not prudent to lower your defenses! It attacks again, but Colby blocks the blows with his mechanical hand, sparks flying as the two Warriors exchange blows. S.H.I.T swings twice more, but Colby avoids both blows and sumersaults onto a higher walkway.
"I feel the good in you father, the conflict!"
There is no conflict!
"It's right you know, nothing there except cold, deadness."
"SHUT UP!"
Ty raises his hands defensively, "just saying."
S.H.I.T has walked over the the box of hands, it reaches in and in one movement, hurls the hand overrarm at Colby, who ducks just in time, the walkway isnt so lucky as the hand goes straight through a support beam, bringing the whole thing down. Ty found this so funny he actually got out of his throne to laugh.
Colby, having survived hides in the shadows while the Robot looks for him, or for a body.
You can not hide for ever!
"I WILL NOT FIGHT YOU!
Such is the presence of Colby's voice that S.H.I.T instantly knew where he was stood, and charged in with a viscous over-arm chop. Colby finally loses his temper, and the two begin a wild head chop-a-thon, which destroys everything they come close too. Both are unrelenting, but perhaps Humanity is overcoming the Machine as it is definately on the back foot now. Colby pushes forward, feeling the thing weakening.
Colby hits two more blows which S.H.I.T deflects but as it ducks under a wild swing it finally gives away and drops, clutching onto a barrier to keep itself on its feet. Colby with tears (and snot) of rage hits its hand repeatedly, even now he doesnt want to hurt his father, but inadvertantly he does so, severing its hand with his own mechanical one. Ty's triumphant laughter echoed around the room.
"Your Humanity does you credit, for Humans are more evil than Machines could ever be. Now, fulfil your destiny and take your place by my side."
Colby lowers his hand.
"I'll never join you, Lord Of All That Is Foul, Including The Contents Of My Privy! You have failed!"
"So be it, I shall cause you some discomfort," quick as a flash Ty reaches into his cereal bowl, hurling a fistfull at Colby, they hit him like rocks, dropping him to his knee's instantly, Ty keeps the attack up, laughing maniacally as Colby is on his back now.
FATHER PLEASE!
S.H.I.T looks on as its Son is pounded with cereal (sorry Skullsmash, I had this idea for ages and I was going to use it whatever happened) seemingly unconcerned about its lack of a hand, all the while Ty's laughter echoes around the Great Hall.
S.H.I.T's gaze goes from its Son, to Ty, back to its Son, back to its master, eventually it reaches a decision, standing up, it picks the unsuspecting Master Of Chaos off his feet, and throws him down a massive hole that has always been there but hasnt been mentioned yet. They both look over the side, father and son, to see the Lord Of Chaos dropping, still inexplicably throwing cereal into the air. S.H.I.T growing bored of the affair, walks over to its box of spare parts and attaches another hand.
"Well, I'll be off now. . . Dad."
Father will do!
"Sorry, Father," Colby turns to leave, but as he does so everything goes out of focus, his vision starts to mix up, the last thing he heard was.
Your welcome here for Christmas!
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He awoke on the beach, with Richard staring at him in panic.
"What happened?
Colby was a picture of composure.
"I went on a mental quest, to better prepare me, to learn things."
"What have you learned?"
"NOTHING!"
TO BE CONTINUED!
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