MD109: El Califa and Theron Daggershield vs. Cerberus - Non Title
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WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
Flex: EVERYBODY RUN!!!!
The prophet of health Flex Mussel can be seen sprinting down a dark, distorted, and disgusting dungeon corridor with his stable mates Eve Taylor not far behind but Ramparte a little ways back. All three heads of Cerberus appear to be in dire straits with Flex sporting multiple lacerations across his chest and face, Taylor holding what seems to be a broken arm and nose, while one half of the catalysts body is charred! Ramparte attempts to keep up his friends but eventually collapses to the ground in sheer pain! The other heads of Cerberus notice and quickly double back to help him out.
Eve: I dont think hes going to make it.
Flex: But he has to, if we cant make it to the next save point well have to start from the beginning of the lev-
ROAARARARARARARARARARRRRR!
The monisuer of muscle is stopped mid-sentence as the blood curdling sound of a beast approaches from the other end of the hall.
Eve: Oh god, we have to go!
Flex and Eve attempt to pick Ram up but his dead weight, their injuries, and his refusal to carry on make it difficult while the unknown beast continues to stalk Cerberus from down the dark pathway.
Ramparte: Just let me die .this is a hell even I am not fit for .
The beast continues to come closer, almost purposely prolonging the inevitable as he knows he has his prey right where he wants them.
Flex: Come on Ram, its on almost here!
The beast is finally close enough to be visible, its green skin, uncanny height, ferocious teeth, venomous claws, and long anaconda like tail freezes the three heads of Cerberus in fear.
Flex: Its the El Pollos Dragon!
The Dragon quickly lunges its massive jaws toward Ramparte but Eve shoves the catalyst out of the way saving him while sacrificing herself in the process!
Flex: Eve NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The mouth of the dragon wraps around the fashion model as he swallows her in one gulp. Flex uses the distraction to pick up Ramparte and begin dragging him way but hes not fast enough as the dragon launches a stream of fire completely engulfing the rest of Rampartes body reducing him to rubble while Flexs arm and legs suffer deep burns.
Flex: Ram!!!! Why must the good die young!!!!!
Unable to move the Flex is left helpless as the El Pollos Dragon takes one final look at him. The creature smirks before using his massive claw to squash Mussels head in.
Flex: Lame .
Ramparte: Thank god thats over.
The view and perspective shifts as the three heads of Cerberus take off helmets connected to a huge machine that seemingly brings them out of a fantasy world and into a carnival somewhere in the suburban area of New York City.
Eve: That was a little too intense for a game.
Flex: That damn Dragon always gets in the way
Small Child: Mommy whats this?
A young boy and his mother wander over to the contraption Cerberus have unplugged itself from curious about its existence.
Mother: How many tickets can my son win playing for your game?
Flex: Game?! Maam this is no game, this is the single greatest thing to happen to overweight gamers since Zeldas nudes got leaked on the iCloud! No longer will your son waste his time on the couch twiddling his thumbs on a controller. Hell be the healthiest kid alive playing the hot new arcade game Flex Fitness Force! Revolutionary software from the technicians at Flex Fitness Industries that combines the Oculus virtual reality, dungeon crawling action, and most importantly calorie burning exercise! Its currently in the testing phase but your son can try it out for the low price of just $9.99!
Mother: Uh huh .
Small Child: Mommy can we leave? The strange bald man scares me.
Mother: Sure thing sweetheart.
The mother and son leave for more popular carnival games as Mussels passionate smile deflates.
Flex: Kids these days just dont appreciate a good side scrolling beat 'em up. I bet that kid doesn't even lift.
Ramparte: Weve been out her for hours Flex; nobody is interested in playing this garbage.
Flex: You just dont like it because youre horrible at the game and keep getting set on fire. How many times do I have to tell you to stop falling for the angels tricks? Shes really just a hell demon that steals for your life points. If it wasnt for you we wouldnt keep dying on the first level.
Eve: While I do agree that his almost childlike gullibility when it comes to angels and demons should concern us an outdoor carnival probably wasnt the best place to advertise an electronic arcade machine.
Flex: Well I couldnt put it in the Fitness gyms as it would distract the clients and those bastards at Dave and Busters wanted way too much money to advertise there. As long as we got the tech crew running electricity through the truck I plan to show any type of gamer that fitness can be attained even when youre saving the princess.
Ramparte: Since when do you care about gamers?
Flex: Since Ive seen how their minds have been corrupted by Theron Daggershield. I once used to be an overweight child wrapped up in playing my Super Mario Bros while I stuff my face with carbohydrates mesmerized by a fantasy world of power ups and secret levels, it was quite the disease. But now Theron is using this psychosis to brainwash the WZCW universe into a utopia of gluttony. So Ive created this game to save them for the Warblades treachery just as well save Daggershield from being El Califas partner.
Eve: Save him? I thought you two would be more focused on defeating the competition.
Ramparte: Us demolishing Theron and Califa will help Daggershield realize only bad things can come of being partners with the Dragon. El Califa attempting to force his honorable idealistic ways onto Amber Warren to trap in her dark side only led to it being unleashed in full force. He tried to play the helpful mentor but it only led to her being destroyed in the process.
Flex: For shame, she was one of the few females with a body type worthy of being my significant other. But the past is the past, and thats exactly what Califa is living in if he believes he has a chance of recapturing his former tag team glory with a makeshift partner. However, despite them virtually having no experience as a team they are both still highly formidable competitors which is why we need to play this game to understand how to beat them.
Ramparte: I dont want to play that stupid game .
Flex: Look Ram, I know your childhood wasnt exactly filled with Nintendo 64s but video games just take simple practice and after enough time youll find out how to beat them. How else do you think Theron keeps losing the Elite X title shots? Theyve figured out his pattern and are beating his levels. So what do you say buddy, lets all do this together, and level up as tag team champions of the world.
Still reluctant, yet swayed by the always passionate words of his friend the Catalyst groans and picks up a helmet preparing to dive back into virtual reality. Before he can don the electronic headpiece however his butler Morley arrives near the Cerberus carnival attraction.
Morley: Excuse me sir, but I wanted to inform you had to move the limo as I could no longer park illegally as you instructed due to police enforcement and it didnt seem right to be in the handicapped-
Ramparte: You had one job Morley! Man you are so useless sometimes! Go back to the car and drive around the block until were ready to leave.
The butler obediently attempts to walk away upon his masters command but is stopped by Eve.
Eve: Hold on, why doesnt Morley put on a helmet and join us in the game? A fourth player might just be what we need to conquer El Pollo Dragon.
Flex: Well this does support four player co-op .
Ramparte: No way, I can barely play this thing and now I have to look out for him?
Flex: *Whispering* Dont worry, worst case scenario well let him get eaten as a distraction while we escape.
Ramparte: Sigh fine. Put on a helmet and join the game Morley.
Morley: Well Ive never really dabbled in the past times of this generations youth but Id be happy to help in your activities.
As the butler puts on the helmet the three heads of Cerberus also enter the virtual world placing them back inside the dark dungeon already being swarmed by skeletal warriors.
Eve: I thought this was the first level, why are there so many enemies?!
Flex: I think I may have set the difficulty on Insane ..
Ramparte: Where are our powerups?!
Flex: They didnt save because we never got the save point .
Ramparte: Much like your hairline my patience for this game is receding fast.
Surrounded and out match by their undead enemies the heads of Cerberus are backed into a corner until Morley triggers a trap door revealing a gigantic key blade maximizing his strength upon recovering.
Flex: How did you know that was there?!
MORLEY GAINED 120 CHARISMA!
The butler quickly begins putting in work hacking and slashing the skeletons, collecting XP, and quickly smashing through each room with his defenseless companions following behind.
Eve: How is he doing that?
MORLEY LEVELED UP!
MORLEY LEVELED UP!
MORLEY LEVELED UP!
Ramparte: Im so confused by whats happening.
The servant of Cerberus continues his virtual massacre until he gets to the lair of the boss: El Pollos Dragon. The creature arrogantly ascends from his thrown to conquer his prey.
Flex: What are you going to do? Even with all that XP there cant be nearly enough to defeat El Pollos on this difficulty!
Without even hesitating Morley quickly uses his key blade to swipe through his Cerberus comrades effectively killing them and taking their Health Points!
MORLEY USED SACRIFICE! IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE! MAXIMUM LEVEL ACHIEVED!
With the added power Morley is at maximum strength and makes quick work El Pollos cutting straight through him in a charged strike eviscerating him into coins.
LEVEL COMPLETE! YOU WIN!
Morley and the members of Cerberus take off their helmets exiting the virtual world.
Ramparte: What the hell Morley!
Morley: Apologies, but sometimes to defeat a powerful enemy sacrifices need to be made. I believe the younger generation would label me a cold piece.
Flex: Interesting you should say that Morley, I believe youve just given me an idea.
Eve: Hopefully not a sequel .
Ramparte: No more fantasy games, if today has taught me anything is that I plan to show Theron a very real world full of his worst nightmares.
Flex: Quite the opposite my friends, El Califa is a powerful enemy and Morley was right sacrifices must be made to ensure these titles never leave Ram and Is waist. Come Meltdown El Califa and El Pollos will be one the same: defeated and kneeling at the hands of Cerberus.
The prophet of health Flex Mussel can be seen sprinting down a dark, distorted, and disgusting dungeon corridor with his stable mates Eve Taylor not far behind but Ramparte a little ways back. All three heads of Cerberus appear to be in dire straits with Flex sporting multiple lacerations across his chest and face, Taylor holding what seems to be a broken arm and nose, while one half of the catalysts body is charred! Ramparte attempts to keep up his friends but eventually collapses to the ground in sheer pain! The other heads of Cerberus notice and quickly double back to help him out.
Eve: I dont think hes going to make it.
Flex: But he has to, if we cant make it to the next save point well have to start from the beginning of the lev-
ROAARARARARARARARARARRRRR!
The monisuer of muscle is stopped mid-sentence as the blood curdling sound of a beast approaches from the other end of the hall.
Eve: Oh god, we have to go!
Flex and Eve attempt to pick Ram up but his dead weight, their injuries, and his refusal to carry on make it difficult while the unknown beast continues to stalk Cerberus from down the dark pathway.
Ramparte: Just let me die .this is a hell even I am not fit for .
The beast continues to come closer, almost purposely prolonging the inevitable as he knows he has his prey right where he wants them.
Flex: Come on Ram, its on almost here!
The beast is finally close enough to be visible, its green skin, uncanny height, ferocious teeth, venomous claws, and long anaconda like tail freezes the three heads of Cerberus in fear.
Flex: Its the El Pollos Dragon!
The Dragon quickly lunges its massive jaws toward Ramparte but Eve shoves the catalyst out of the way saving him while sacrificing herself in the process!
Flex: Eve NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The mouth of the dragon wraps around the fashion model as he swallows her in one gulp. Flex uses the distraction to pick up Ramparte and begin dragging him way but hes not fast enough as the dragon launches a stream of fire completely engulfing the rest of Rampartes body reducing him to rubble while Flexs arm and legs suffer deep burns.
Flex: Ram!!!! Why must the good die young!!!!!
Unable to move the Flex is left helpless as the El Pollos Dragon takes one final look at him. The creature smirks before using his massive claw to squash Mussels head in.
Flex: Lame .
Ramparte: Thank god thats over.
The view and perspective shifts as the three heads of Cerberus take off helmets connected to a huge machine that seemingly brings them out of a fantasy world and into a carnival somewhere in the suburban area of New York City.
Eve: That was a little too intense for a game.
Flex: That damn Dragon always gets in the way
Small Child: Mommy whats this?
A young boy and his mother wander over to the contraption Cerberus have unplugged itself from curious about its existence.
Mother: How many tickets can my son win playing for your game?
Flex: Game?! Maam this is no game, this is the single greatest thing to happen to overweight gamers since Zeldas nudes got leaked on the iCloud! No longer will your son waste his time on the couch twiddling his thumbs on a controller. Hell be the healthiest kid alive playing the hot new arcade game Flex Fitness Force! Revolutionary software from the technicians at Flex Fitness Industries that combines the Oculus virtual reality, dungeon crawling action, and most importantly calorie burning exercise! Its currently in the testing phase but your son can try it out for the low price of just $9.99!
Mother: Uh huh .
Small Child: Mommy can we leave? The strange bald man scares me.
Mother: Sure thing sweetheart.
The mother and son leave for more popular carnival games as Mussels passionate smile deflates.
Flex: Kids these days just dont appreciate a good side scrolling beat 'em up. I bet that kid doesn't even lift.
Ramparte: Weve been out her for hours Flex; nobody is interested in playing this garbage.
Flex: You just dont like it because youre horrible at the game and keep getting set on fire. How many times do I have to tell you to stop falling for the angels tricks? Shes really just a hell demon that steals for your life points. If it wasnt for you we wouldnt keep dying on the first level.
Eve: While I do agree that his almost childlike gullibility when it comes to angels and demons should concern us an outdoor carnival probably wasnt the best place to advertise an electronic arcade machine.
Flex: Well I couldnt put it in the Fitness gyms as it would distract the clients and those bastards at Dave and Busters wanted way too much money to advertise there. As long as we got the tech crew running electricity through the truck I plan to show any type of gamer that fitness can be attained even when youre saving the princess.
Ramparte: Since when do you care about gamers?
Flex: Since Ive seen how their minds have been corrupted by Theron Daggershield. I once used to be an overweight child wrapped up in playing my Super Mario Bros while I stuff my face with carbohydrates mesmerized by a fantasy world of power ups and secret levels, it was quite the disease. But now Theron is using this psychosis to brainwash the WZCW universe into a utopia of gluttony. So Ive created this game to save them for the Warblades treachery just as well save Daggershield from being El Califas partner.
Eve: Save him? I thought you two would be more focused on defeating the competition.
Ramparte: Us demolishing Theron and Califa will help Daggershield realize only bad things can come of being partners with the Dragon. El Califa attempting to force his honorable idealistic ways onto Amber Warren to trap in her dark side only led to it being unleashed in full force. He tried to play the helpful mentor but it only led to her being destroyed in the process.
Flex: For shame, she was one of the few females with a body type worthy of being my significant other. But the past is the past, and thats exactly what Califa is living in if he believes he has a chance of recapturing his former tag team glory with a makeshift partner. However, despite them virtually having no experience as a team they are both still highly formidable competitors which is why we need to play this game to understand how to beat them.
Ramparte: I dont want to play that stupid game .
Flex: Look Ram, I know your childhood wasnt exactly filled with Nintendo 64s but video games just take simple practice and after enough time youll find out how to beat them. How else do you think Theron keeps losing the Elite X title shots? Theyve figured out his pattern and are beating his levels. So what do you say buddy, lets all do this together, and level up as tag team champions of the world.
Still reluctant, yet swayed by the always passionate words of his friend the Catalyst groans and picks up a helmet preparing to dive back into virtual reality. Before he can don the electronic headpiece however his butler Morley arrives near the Cerberus carnival attraction.
Morley: Excuse me sir, but I wanted to inform you had to move the limo as I could no longer park illegally as you instructed due to police enforcement and it didnt seem right to be in the handicapped-
Ramparte: You had one job Morley! Man you are so useless sometimes! Go back to the car and drive around the block until were ready to leave.
The butler obediently attempts to walk away upon his masters command but is stopped by Eve.
Eve: Hold on, why doesnt Morley put on a helmet and join us in the game? A fourth player might just be what we need to conquer El Pollo Dragon.
Flex: Well this does support four player co-op .
Ramparte: No way, I can barely play this thing and now I have to look out for him?
Flex: *Whispering* Dont worry, worst case scenario well let him get eaten as a distraction while we escape.
Ramparte: Sigh fine. Put on a helmet and join the game Morley.
Morley: Well Ive never really dabbled in the past times of this generations youth but Id be happy to help in your activities.
As the butler puts on the helmet the three heads of Cerberus also enter the virtual world placing them back inside the dark dungeon already being swarmed by skeletal warriors.
Eve: I thought this was the first level, why are there so many enemies?!
Flex: I think I may have set the difficulty on Insane ..
Ramparte: Where are our powerups?!
Flex: They didnt save because we never got the save point .
Ramparte: Much like your hairline my patience for this game is receding fast.
Surrounded and out match by their undead enemies the heads of Cerberus are backed into a corner until Morley triggers a trap door revealing a gigantic key blade maximizing his strength upon recovering.
Flex: How did you know that was there?!
MORLEY GAINED 120 CHARISMA!
The butler quickly begins putting in work hacking and slashing the skeletons, collecting XP, and quickly smashing through each room with his defenseless companions following behind.
Eve: How is he doing that?
MORLEY LEVELED UP!
MORLEY LEVELED UP!
MORLEY LEVELED UP!
Ramparte: Im so confused by whats happening.
The servant of Cerberus continues his virtual massacre until he gets to the lair of the boss: El Pollos Dragon. The creature arrogantly ascends from his thrown to conquer his prey.
Flex: What are you going to do? Even with all that XP there cant be nearly enough to defeat El Pollos on this difficulty!
Without even hesitating Morley quickly uses his key blade to swipe through his Cerberus comrades effectively killing them and taking their Health Points!
MORLEY USED SACRIFICE! IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE! MAXIMUM LEVEL ACHIEVED!
With the added power Morley is at maximum strength and makes quick work El Pollos cutting straight through him in a charged strike eviscerating him into coins.
LEVEL COMPLETE! YOU WIN!
Morley and the members of Cerberus take off their helmets exiting the virtual world.
Ramparte: What the hell Morley!
Morley: Apologies, but sometimes to defeat a powerful enemy sacrifices need to be made. I believe the younger generation would label me a cold piece.
Flex: Interesting you should say that Morley, I believe youve just given me an idea.
Eve: Hopefully not a sequel .
Ramparte: No more fantasy games, if today has taught me anything is that I plan to show Theron a very real world full of his worst nightmares.
Flex: Quite the opposite my friends, El Califa is a powerful enemy and Morley was right sacrifices must be made to ensure these titles never leave Ram and Is waist. Come Meltdown El Califa and El Pollos will be one the same: defeated and kneeling at the hands of Cerberus.
Spidey Revivey
Porn is okay here long as it ain't dudes.
Dearest Readers,
Forgive your host for this moment. I have fallen ill and have therefore set my useless butler Morley to write this to you all. I, your most beautiful Catalyst, am trying to make sense of the whole ordeal that has befallen me as of late. It is surely a tale to tell.
But first thing's first. There was me, that is Ramparte, and my three drooges, that is Eve, Morley and Flex, and we just got done with the new Flex Fitness game and were scurrying about the carnival to see what else the day had to offer your favorite team.
The first of us, The Third Head herself, spoke up. "We should speak to a psychic", Eve said so pretty-like, "maybe the ghosts of tag teams past can offer us help facing Theron & ECD, and hopefully whoever it is we face by Kingdom Come."
So off we went to a Fortune Teller. Please keep in mind at this time I didn't desire to go anywhere that involved the supernatural (as you will in time find out why). But the model insisted and my athletic friend was happy enough to oblige. As I lie here staring at the ceiling I will never figure out why I didn't put a halt to it. These fellow wrestlers have grown on me in a way that just has to be revolting.
This Fortune Teller went by the name of Aquarius, and as some of you faithful know, she has participated in the WZCW before under Phenoms of Wrestling. Airheaded and smelling like rosemary, she spoke like a madman.
"Enter and feel the trippy vibes of Mother Nature", she beckoned weirdly.
And inside we went; the tent itself screamed of the Occult. A crystal ball was propped in the center of a round table, tapestries of the Major and Minor Arcana in Tarot hung from suspended bars, and there she was - in earthy clothes and a shawl. Not your typical old hag of a witch, but a pleasant-looking one if I must say.
"We have come here to speak to les dead, psychic!" Flex barked in perfectly broken English. "Cerberus wishes to communicate with past tag teams in order to become a stronger dog in the fight."
Aquarius cackled. "I am no medium. I look to the future, not the past. I've heard of you negative energy-having Hounds. The moon is in the zodiac sign Aries, The Ram! It is fate that we meet on this day, war-crazed dogs..."
..and to meet you especially, Ray Roading.
I swear on all that is right and wrong in the world she spoke to me telepathically. Even then the hairs on the back of my neck stood as tall as sentinels. Here was this hippie stoner bitch that knew of me in ways my own team did not.
Eve Taylor shouted "Unacceptable!" and a few other things a gentleman like myself refuses to recant to Morley. Submitting, the witch sighed and cracked her knuckles; asking for our hands. We reluctantly took each other's, for at this point we did not know what lied ahead for us. Aquarius started lolling her head in circles. The first voice that spoke was unfamiliar.
"...What ya'll want?...basic bitches...ruinin' my jam up in here..."
"Huh?" Flex asked, confused.
"Sucka betta recognize the Manliest Man there ever was...ain't helpin you fools...girl, bye..."
Aquarius raised her head up and gripped harder at Cerberus's hands. A second voice was heard.
Ain't enough swag in the world that can save you come Kingdom Come. Ya'll fucked. Like, hamburger fucked, knowImean? Hashtag out this shit."
Eve giggled. "That one was kinda familiar."
The hippie spoke to me at this point, but not with her lips.
Look into the ball, Ray Roading.
So I did, and I wish now more than ever I had not. For inside was a monstrous sight: monarch butterflies swarmed inside in a hellish drove. What at first appeared to be blood caked itself upon the glass as if the insects were beating themselves to death against it. But the scent of pomegranates wafted lazily in the air at that point, and I knew I was about to enter a new world. A wretched world.
A world of that angel Erin's own making.
I walked through the amber fields. The wind clung to me, the butterflies, and the grass itself. It was ominously peaceful. And there she was, in all of her celestial beauty. Dear readers, I cannot describe to you in words how she appeared at that moment. The one that whispered in my ear to bid me do good deeds was there in the flesh. Her red hair teasing the breeze.
Erin called aloud, "I have someone hear you need to meet. Someone you once knew." Even now I feel the goosebumps of that rendezvous.
A boy no older that 7 sat in the grass doodling something. He had the blondest of hair and the most angelic face that God ever beheld. How much I loved and hated seeing him there, for I knew even then who he was, but still I held onto hope he wasn't that person.
I bit my lip and went to him. "Who are you?"
The boy sat aside his crayon and folded the sheet of paper. When he replied, terror blinded me.
"I'm Ray."
I could not speak. My tongue had locked itself up much like this child was locked away once. Your Catalyst turned to face Erin, but she had disappeared. There I was, alone with myself, and myself handed me the drawing.
"This is for you, Mister Rampartee. The lady said it will help you, but you musn't open it til you see The Kingdom! You musn't!"
Not knowing what to say, I placed the sheet of paper into my jacket pocket. Maybe I am not the kindest soul. Maybe I truly sold mine off. But I still know gratitude, and so I muttered to Ray Roading-
"Thank you."
Little Ray smiled up at me. I had forgotten what that smile looked like. What has become of me, my Readers?? Have I lost my mind this evening? Has Ramparte made peace with his inner child? Because right when he smiled a hunched down and took a careful look into his eyes and knew he was me from long ago. God above damn me, I hugged him. How I must have looked right then, a narcissist in league with The Devil was hugging his past self!
Even now I feel that tingling of goodness. Hell save me.
I begged him at that moment, "Remind me. Remind me of who I was. Remind me of who I can be. A knight and a dragon, Theron and El Califa, plan to do battle with me. How can I push my team to victory?
Who is it that waits for Cerberus at Kingdom Come?????"
Wretched your Man in White was at that moment. Pleading with a 7 year old boy on what he must do against 1/2 of the greatest tag team not named Cerberus, and a man who remains on top of the Contender list. If Eve and Flex had seen me now, would they accept me? I think not.
The blonde child let go of my embrace and walked over a hill and listened. Gods, I was right there listening too! My heart pounding in my chest. My eyes locked onto the horizon. Who will it be? Who comes knocking for the Hounds of Hell?
A noise. A familiar noise. I can't put it into words, but I can tell you this war isn't over. Cerberus must stand united to overcome what lies passed that hill. It is high time I accepted my position and cared for the gold that was handed to me by referee Akiyama that night at Lethal Lottery, when the underdogs broke the superheroes' will.
Whatever hex was upon me was lifted, and I sat there stupidly at Aquarius's table.
"That'll be 9.99. Thank you for your business and peace be upon you all as you face two of WZCW's wildest wildcards. Merry Part!" she ushered us out. They both asked me what it was I had seen, and for once I didn't hold anything back. I do not know if they see me as a worthy ally now; they say they have my back, but still I am unsure.
I must leave you now, Dearest Readers, for I must sleep this wicked spell off. What has gotten into me? The Warblade and The Dragon are coming for us, but here I am concerned over what I had seen. I will be right as rain come morning, surely.
Your Loving Friend,
Ramparte
Theron's Merry Band Of Misfits
Also featuring special guest: The Czar Of Dragons!
Also featuring special guest: The Czar Of Dragons!
Theron is seen walking through a forested area with his Falchion and Tower Shield out ready for battle should anything attack. He walks past several trees, looking around every few steps.
Theron: No sign of them. The Rogues In Black appear to be chased off completely now. I was lucky that he was nearby, my friends were in serious danger. He saved their lives. I got there fast enough during their attack before my match with The Cutting Tool, but I was not expecting the second attack that took place after my match had ended. Had he not been out walking in the woods.... Former Tag Team Champion, someone I can definitely trust within the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation, The Czar Of Dragons.... He saved my friends' lives that day.
Theron keeps walking and enters a clearing where the Merry Band Of Misfits, minus Kirilah, are present. Keifasar the Necromancer is reading The Book Of Vile Darkness with a sinister looking grin on his face outside his tent while Neep the Floating Skull floats circles around Keifasar's tent. Abduroff the horse skeleton is standing to the left of Keifasar watching Neep. Kayrentia the Druid is roaming around the clearing throwing out berries to her dire bat Alucard who catches them to eat them as he flies above her. Davivel the Cleric is cooking a delicious smelling meal from the hunt earlier that day over the campfire. Sheshmish the Swashbuckler is sitting by the campfire next to The Czar Of Dragons, a Dragon Shaman clad in green armor. Flamenco music begins playing.
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Czar Of Dragons: Did you see any Rogues In Black, Theron Daggershield?
Theron: Nope. No sign of the Rogues In Black anymore. It looks like they all ran away.
Sheshmish: Them landlubbers got lucky. Had this been on me ship I'd make them walk the plank, Captain!
Theron looks over to Czar.
Theron: Czar, I want to thank you. For saving the lives of my Merry Band Of Misfits. Had it not been for you, they might be dead now.
Czar Of Dragons: Czar of Dragons is sure you would have done the same for him, Theron.
Theron puts away his Tower Shield and sits down on one of the stumps by the campfire, still facing the Czar Of Dragons.
Theron: Of course, dude. You're amazing and one of the few gladiators I can truly view as a potential friend. I was such a big fan of The Marvelous Dragon Knights.... You and The Dutchess Of Dragons were awesome! Until she joined forces with Marrmell, Beardacus, and Davkas Diamonddeath to form the Dread Driders.
Czar Of Dragons: The Dread Driders felt the wrath of the dragon. The Dutchess, she still must rest and recover.
Sheshmish reaches into his bag of holding for a bottle of rum and takes several sips.
Theron: You and Tiberius were a force to be reckoned with when you stood up to the Dread Driders. I wanted to get in on that.... Speaking of Tiberius.... I'm so shocked by his actions, attacking Daniel Jaguar and joining the Excellence. I wouldn't be surprised if he's part of the Shar Cult.
Czar Of Dragons: The world is a dark place. Whether it be Tiberius, Beardacus, Cutting Tool, or our opponents this week The Garmr Dogs, dragons always find the way to victory.
Theron: Yes. Our match. I've only had a handful of tag team matches and haven't had the best of luck in this match type, but I have always wanted to have a tag team match sometime with you as my partner, Czar.
Czar Of Dragons: Thank you, Theron. In a tag team match you are only as good as your partner. When The Czar Of Dragons and The Dutchess of Dragons were together, they were the best. You must have your partner's back and they your's. Czar Of Dragons has been watching you and you have impressed him. We will make a great team in this match.
Sheshmish has finished the whole bottle. He throws it out into the woods. Theron and Czar both laugh briefly at this.
Czar Of Dragons: What do you think of our opponents, Theron?
Theron: I've faced Graven "The Spark" Darksbane before and defeated him in one of his very first matches in the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation, however he is not the same competitor that he was many months ago. Graven and Frank Physique are the Gladiatorial Tag Team Champions. Ella Teague cannot be ignored she has become more dangerous ever since she fell from grace. She once was a Cleric of Corellon, until she joined The Garmr Dogs, surely she will be in their corner. I have history with her as well, losing to her in an Expert F Championship battle royal. I have not faced Frank Physique before, but the fact that he won the Gladiatorial Tag Team Championship with Graven Darksbane means he should not be underestimated.... I think it's time for someone to shut those undeserving champions up. We can pull off the win here.
Czar Of Dragons: Si. The Czar Of Dragons and Theron Daggershield must prevail! The Garmr Dogs, they have no honor on the battlefield.
The Flamenco music continues playing as Keifasar and Kayrentia come sit by the others at the campfire for dinner now that Davivel has finished cooking. The Merry Band Of Misfits and their guest enjoy the meal Davivel cooked. No one speaks during the meal. Kayrentia is the first to finish eating. She gets up to go play with Alucard who does aerial maneuvers above her as she throws out more berries for him to eat. Keifasar wanders back over to his tent. He whispers something to Abduroff the horse skeleton, who snorts in response. Davivel, Sheshmish, Czar, and Theron all remain quiet for a moment at the fire until the akward silence is broken by Theron.
Theron: Czar, do you know anything about the location of the Lair of the New Church of Shar's Ruler? All I was told is that it was located in Shadowveil.
Czar Of Dragons: Legends have been passed down of a dark castle in the woods surrounding Shadowveil. It is guarded by a ferocious three headed wolf. Even someone as strong as The Czar Of Dragons does not dare go there, Theron Daggershield.
Davivel: It sounds dangerous. Theron, if you still want to go through with this then we will have to prepare for a battle we might not survive, man.
Keifasar walks back over to the campfire.
Keifasar: There's no need to fear when Keifasar's gonna be there! Remember that dragon I killed with one spell? This will be even easier in comparison. I've got this!
Sheshmish: Yarr we can slay that three headed wolf can't we, Captain?
Davivel: I was not talking about the wolf, Sheshmish. I was merely pointing out the danger that awaits us AFTER the wolf. Theron, are you willing to risk losing your life or your friends' lives over this, man?
Theron: Kirilah is in there, of course it's worth the risk!!!! I will do ANYTHING to save her! Then after we save her we'll take down the Shar Cult Ruler, Elora the Shadow Sage. I'm not scared of some three headed wolf or even Elora herself. As for the wolf.... we have faced far worse and lived to tell the tale. That just sounds like some myth the locals made up to scare people. I have a different theory. Czar, remind the others who you and I will face on Burnup 109?
Czar Of Dragons: Graven Darksbane and Frank Physique.
Theron stands up, everyone looks at him.
Theron: Yeah, but what is the name of their tag team and how many members are there total in that group?
Czar Of Dragons: They call themselves "The Garmr Dogs". They refer to Ella Teague as their third head.
Theron jumps up on a nearby tree stump.
Theron: Exactly. What if it's not a three headed wolf monster, what if it's actually The Garmr Dogs out there guarding the castle? Who's to say they aren't part of Elora's cult too?
Sheshmish: Yarr, so.... There be no three headed wolf then?
Theron crosses his arms and sighs to himself before speaking again.
Theron: I'm thinking we should split up. Keifasar, Davivel, Sheshmish, and Kayrentia will sneak inside the back into the left tower to save Kirilah. That is where she told me she was being held. Czar and I will cause a distraction for you to get inside while we battle The Garmr Dogs, or that three headed wolf if there really is one. We'll meet back up when Kirilah is safe and figure out where to go from there.
Keifasar has a huge grin on his face suddenly.
Keifasar: Wait, ok, let me get this straight.... So I get to be the one to save Kirilah? Doesn't she still hate me? Oh, she will LOVE this, haha!
Theron: Will you come with us, Czar? I cannot defeat The Garmr Dogs on my own.
Czar of Dragons: Si. Czar Of Dragons will help you, Theron Daggershield, but only as far as the battle with The Garmr Dogs. After that Czar Of Dragons has business that needs to be taken care of before Empire Rally 6.
Theron: We leave tomorrow after Czar and I have won our match. Let's get some rest, guys.
The Flamenco music fades out and the scene fades out to black. Red text on the screen reads "Meanwhile...." then the text fades away after ten seconds.
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Scene fades back in to a view of a clear plastic helmet with the word "Masko" written on its side. Frank Physique, a bald Human Monk walks into the room to pick up the helmet and he begins speaking to it. Mysterious music begins playing once he grabs the helmet.
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Frank Physique: We finally did it, Masko! Graven and I won the Gladiatorial Tag Team Championship! Now I need to find out where that bard went, I have to tell him to go sing songs about my new Garmr Dogs Monk Training Regiment....
No audible response is heard, but Frank continues speaking to the helmet.
Frank Physique: I'm not fat, Masko! How dare you! I'm one half of the best tag team in the world!
He glares at the helmet for a moment and tilts his head to right slightly before speaking again.
Frank Physique: Of course Graven and I are going to defeat Theron and Czar! I'll show you, Masko. They could never hope to keep up with me in a work-out.
An attractive blonde female Human Cleric wearing the newest name brand designer armor and a male Elven Archivist wearing white robes with a grey spider jewel enter the room. It is Ella Teague and Graven Darksbane respectively, the other two members of The Garmr Dogs.
Graven Darksbane: Frank.... Who are you talking to?
Frank nervously puts down "Masko" the helmet and laughs to himself.
Frank Physique: Ummmm no one! Heheh.... So, what's up? Are you ready for our match on Burnup 109?
Graven Darksbane: We already defeated two other so-called superheroes in The Youths Of Righteousness. The Czar Of Dragons is past his prime and Theron Daggershield is too busy playing Labyrinths & Leviathans.... He holds a victory over me back on Tremor 30, but that was the old me. He has never faced a beast like The Garmr Dogs before.
Ella Teague: Do not forget that we have orders from Dark Knight Feron. After our matches we still have to return here to make sure Theron and his friends do not get inside the lair. We'll stop them and look while great doing so. Just like how great I'll look when I beat Kaiser for the Expert F Championship at Elevation 84. I'll do what Theron couldn't pull off at the Risky Raffle. That belt needs a new look only the third head of the Garmr Dogs can give it. Not Lauren of Torm, not Annaleesa of Moonsea, but only I, "The Fantastic" Ella Teague! All three of us will be champions soon.
Graven Darksbane: Long Live The Garmr Dogs!
Ella Teague: Long Live The Garmr Dogs!
Frank Physique: Long Live The Garmr Dogs!
All three of them howl like wolves in unison. The music keeps playing as the scene fades to black.
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Scene fades back in to Theron leaning up against a tree at the campsite late at night. He is up taking 2nd watch shift for the night while the others are asleep. The music from before is still playing. Kirilah's voice can suddenly be heard.
Kirilah: Theron? Can you hear me? It's Kirilah....
Theron: Kirilah? Are you using that telepathy spell again?
A hologram of Kirilah can be seen in front of Theron, who immediately smiles upon laying his eyes on the image of the beautiful woman he loves.
Kirilah: Yes. I have very little time before the spell ends. Mystra wanted me to bring this message to you.... She told me to tell you that Elora does indeed have a spy within the Merry Band Of Misfits feeding information. All she would tell me is that this traitor is not a female.
Theron's look of relief immediately changes to one of terror.
Theron: So it's not Kayrentia then. That still leaves Sheshmish, Davivel, and Keifasar though. Could any of those three really be working for Elora? Kirilah, I trust all of my friends!
Kirilah: Just be careful, my love, and hurry. Elora has ordered your brother Feron to sacrifice me to Shar on the night of Empire Rally 6. The bad news is that she has a protege chosen among one of your co-workers in the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation. The good news is that there is another way to defeat her without the Expert F Championship.
Theron: Another way? What do I have to do? Qualify for the Global Championship match and win that? What is it!?
The Kirilah hologram fades away but her voice can still be heard.
Kirilah: I am praying for a revelation of what the alternative method to defeating Elora is, who the spy is, who Elora chose for her protege, and that you will be able to save me. Good luck in your match on Burnup 109, I wish I could be there.
Theron: Hang in there, Kirilah! I'm going to save you. Empire Rally 6 will be the night that the Shar cult is vanquished once and for all, but first The Czar Of Dragons and I must defeat The Garmr Dogs. I'll dedicate our victory to Mystra and to you.
No response is heard. Theron looks out into the sky.
Theron: Kirilah?
Nothing again. He looks over at Davivel asleep in a bedroll by the campfire, then at Sheshmish who is fast asleep on the ground snoring as loud as a chainsaw as he sleeps using a log as a pillow, and then over at Keifasar's tent where Neep is heard every few seconds saying his own name.
Theron: Who would be working for our enemy? I trust each of you, but I hope I will not end up regretting doing so.
The music fades out. Theron looks out into the woods for monsters as the fire crackles and crickets chirp. We see a zoom out to a view of the whole campsite and a full moon in the back ground for a few seconds, fade to black.
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El Califa: Nate what are you saying?
Nate: I'm saying she just took off suddenly. I fell asleep and a few hours later she was gone.
El Califa sighs as the camera focuses in on him, standing outside his hotel. He runs his hand over his mask as he looks back and forth.
El Califa: Alright Alright, just keep an eye out for her. El Califa is here meeting with Theron pretty soon.
Nate: You got it Califa. Though, what do I say to her?
El Califa: Tell her El Califa will talk with her later on. Her confidence is shattered right now Nate, do what you can to build it back up.
Califa hangs up his phone as he crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.
El Califa: El Califa expected Theron to show up awhile ago. Where could he be?
Califa grabs his phone and dials up Theron's number, waiting on the answer.
Theron: The Czar of Dragons!
El Califa: Er...Theron it's El Califa. Where are you at?
Theron: Hasn't the misfits shown up yet?
El Califa: No, El Califa hasn't seen anyone, He thought you were coming here.
Theron: No...I thought Layla said that we'd be meeting here at my place and they would pick you up.
El Califa sighs as he looks down for a moment.
El Califa: They know the address right? 805 18th Ave.
Theron: Wait..18th Ave?
El Califa: Yeah, is there a problem?
Theron: They headed to 18th St.
El Califa: They headed where?!?! Theron, that's the wrong side of town. El Califa hasn't been here in many years but he remembers going there for.....well he shall not say.
Theron: Oh...Czar I will call you back.
Califa goes to respond but Theron hangs up. El Califa looks around and shakes his head. He runs over to his rental and hops into the SUV, taking off quickly. He turns onto the highway, weaving through traffic as he tries to get to the turnoff he's looking for. Just then his phone rings, and Califa answersl.
El Califa: Theron, talk to El Califa.
Theron: They didn't answer Califa. I'm heading over there.
El Califa: No stay still. He is almost there.
Califa takes a hard right and onto the ramp. He comes down and the buildings almost immediately begin looking decrepit and broken down. Califa looks up at the street signs, looking for 18th Street.
Theron: Czar, what's the status?
El Califa: It's Califa, and he is almost there. Don't they know this town?
Theron: I can't say our map making skills are the best at times.
El Califa: We have GP....you know, never mind. He will find them.
Just then Califa turns the corner and right there are the four Misfits. Ian, Jason, and Austin are struggling against five other men, while Layla cowers in cover behind them. Califa pulls up and jumps out of the vehicle, hopping onto the hood and jumping off of it. He throws a kick to the face on one of the men, and in a flurry of rights, lefts, and kicks, soon the five men are back up and regrouping.
Thug: Who the hell do you think you are?
El Califa: Enough of this. Is this how you operate? Prey on others like fools? El Califa grew up around your type, and they went nowhere. Listen to the words of the wise for once, and give up this life.
Thug: We're not interested in your lectures old man. How bout you just give us that SUV and we'll call it even before we slit your throat?
El Califa: Your call, this Dragon won't back down.
The five thugs rush towards Califa, and he immediately takes a kickboxing stance. As the fight goes on Ian, Austin, and Jason check on Layla.
Jason: Layla you alright?
Layla: Y....yeah I'm fine, but who is that?
Austin: That's Theron's partner this week, El Califa Dragon.
Layla: I've...I've never seen someone move so fast.
El Califa: What are you all staring at?
The four suddenly jolt up as Califa looks back at them. He holds one of the men in a choke hold while kicking away another.
El Califa: Get in the SUV, and be ready to fly if things go south here!
Ian: But what about you?
El Califa: Now!
The four quickly run to the SUV and jump in, Ian sitting in the driver's seat. Califa throws a hard right and knocks out one man, before kicking the knee out from another. One grabs him from behind and another gets several punches to the stomach, dropping Califa to his knees as the three remaining stand above him. One pulls out a knife as the other two grab Califa and drag him up to his feet.
Layla: Califa!
Califa stares down the man with the knife before breaking one hand free, delivering a lighting quick punch to another man. He turns and hits a head kick to the other before turning and dodging the stabbing attempt, grabbing the arm and locking in an armbar before flipping the man over onto his back. Califa breathes deeply as he stands over the fallen attackers.
El Califa: Now scatter. Run like the cowards you are!
The five men try to collect themselves as they take off, Califa holding his stomach for a few moments before walking over to the SUV.
El Califa: Everyone alright?
The four nod as Ian crawls over to the passenger side, and Califa climbs into the driver seat.
El Califa: Let's get you all back to Theron's.
Jason: Sounds good to us.
Califa nods his head and fires up the engine, taking off back towards the freeway. The scene fades as Califa focuses on the road. It comes back to inside Theron's place. The four Misfits all find a chair and collect themselves from the incident that just happened. Califa lowers the hood from his hoodie as he looks around.
Theron: Czar of Dragons!
El Califa sighs as he shakes his head.
El Califa: It's El Califa Dragon.
Theron walks out from the back, holding his hand out. Califa nods his head and the two shake hands.
Theron: It's an honor to share the battlefield with you on Meltdown.
El Califa: Likewise Theron. El Califa has been impressed with your potential.
Theron: Thank you for saving the Misfits, I do not know what else I would have done had I lost them, as well as Tiffany.
Califa waves his hand as he takes a seat of his own, crossing his arms in front of him
Theron: So we face the three headed monster.
El Califa: Cerberus, yes. El Califa has faced them before and been victorious, though..that was with Amber Warren as his partner.
Theron: I can assure you, though Theron won't have the chemistry that you have with the Duchess of Dragons, that I will do my absolute best in our battle.
Califa nods his head as he leans back and places his hand on his stomach, still smarting from the blows he took earlier.
El Califa: That is all El Califa asks Theron. Flex Mussel and Ramparte have been on a roll as of late, defeating the team that took the titles from Los Magnificos Dragones. Young Justice was a fine team, but we must bring our A game to defeat the Tag Team Champions.
Theron: The Duchess of Dragons....how is she?
El Califa: She is no longer The Dragon Queen. She is simply Amber Warren once again. El Califa doesn't know....he has not heard word from her yet.
El Califa stands slowly and looks Theron in the eyes.
El Califa: El Califa...he is relying on you this week Theron. But for now...El Califa must return to Houston, you understand yes?
Theron nods his head, a serious look on his face.
Theron: I understand completely. I have to focus on finding Tiffany as well. Let me know if you need anything.
El Califa: And you as well Theron. He shall see you at Meltdown.
The scene fades with the two shaking hands once more, and comes back to El Califa's hotel room. He enters the room slowly, tossing off his hoodie as he collapses on his bed. He groans slightly as he holds his stomach. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and Maria walks in.
Maria: Papi! What happened to you?
Maria rushes over and places her hand on Califa's stomach, pulling his shirt up to reveal a large bruise.
El Califa: El Califa did what he does best Maria, he did what he needed to do.
Maria: Califa....let me get some ice.
She stands up and walks over, grabbing ice from the bucket and placing it into a plastic bag. She walks back over and places it on the bruise, Califa noticeably wincing from it.
El Califa: Maria....thank you.
Maria: Anything for you Papi. What's our plan?
El Califa: We return home tomorrow.
Maria: Culiacan? Oh we can go to some of the clubs tomorrow night!
El Califa shakes his head as he places his hands over his mask briefly.
El Califa: No, we truly go home Maria. To Houston.
Maria: But why Papi? We have nothing there.
El Califa: El Califa must make things whole again. He has to talk to Amber Warren.
A look of jealousy and pain flashes across Maria's face as she stares right at Califa. Califa notices the silence and slowly sits up, reaching out and running his hand down her cheek.
Maria: Why are you focusing on her again? Papi...for once we are together.
El Califa: We are Maria....but Amber is still a part of Los Magnificos Dragones. You are his, and he is yours. That will never change, he promises you.
Maria: I trust you Califa. I know you won't let me down.
Maria buries her head into Califa's chest, and Califa wraps his arms around her. Califa stares forward, his thoughts racing before he leans down and pulls his mask up slightly. He kisses Maria on the forehead before leaning his head to hers.
El Califa: El Califa can only do his best to not let anyone down.
The scene fades away.
Nate: I'm saying she just took off suddenly. I fell asleep and a few hours later she was gone.
El Califa sighs as the camera focuses in on him, standing outside his hotel. He runs his hand over his mask as he looks back and forth.
El Califa: Alright Alright, just keep an eye out for her. El Califa is here meeting with Theron pretty soon.
Nate: You got it Califa. Though, what do I say to her?
El Califa: Tell her El Califa will talk with her later on. Her confidence is shattered right now Nate, do what you can to build it back up.
Califa hangs up his phone as he crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.
El Califa: El Califa expected Theron to show up awhile ago. Where could he be?
Califa grabs his phone and dials up Theron's number, waiting on the answer.
Theron: The Czar of Dragons!
El Califa: Er...Theron it's El Califa. Where are you at?
Theron: Hasn't the misfits shown up yet?
El Califa: No, El Califa hasn't seen anyone, He thought you were coming here.
Theron: No...I thought Layla said that we'd be meeting here at my place and they would pick you up.
El Califa sighs as he looks down for a moment.
El Califa: They know the address right? 805 18th Ave.
Theron: Wait..18th Ave?
El Califa: Yeah, is there a problem?
Theron: They headed to 18th St.
El Califa: They headed where?!?! Theron, that's the wrong side of town. El Califa hasn't been here in many years but he remembers going there for.....well he shall not say.
Theron: Oh...Czar I will call you back.
Califa goes to respond but Theron hangs up. El Califa looks around and shakes his head. He runs over to his rental and hops into the SUV, taking off quickly. He turns onto the highway, weaving through traffic as he tries to get to the turnoff he's looking for. Just then his phone rings, and Califa answersl.
El Califa: Theron, talk to El Califa.
Theron: They didn't answer Califa. I'm heading over there.
El Califa: No stay still. He is almost there.
Califa takes a hard right and onto the ramp. He comes down and the buildings almost immediately begin looking decrepit and broken down. Califa looks up at the street signs, looking for 18th Street.
Theron: Czar, what's the status?
El Califa: It's Califa, and he is almost there. Don't they know this town?
Theron: I can't say our map making skills are the best at times.
El Califa: We have GP....you know, never mind. He will find them.
Just then Califa turns the corner and right there are the four Misfits. Ian, Jason, and Austin are struggling against five other men, while Layla cowers in cover behind them. Califa pulls up and jumps out of the vehicle, hopping onto the hood and jumping off of it. He throws a kick to the face on one of the men, and in a flurry of rights, lefts, and kicks, soon the five men are back up and regrouping.
Thug: Who the hell do you think you are?
El Califa: Enough of this. Is this how you operate? Prey on others like fools? El Califa grew up around your type, and they went nowhere. Listen to the words of the wise for once, and give up this life.
Thug: We're not interested in your lectures old man. How bout you just give us that SUV and we'll call it even before we slit your throat?
El Califa: Your call, this Dragon won't back down.
The five thugs rush towards Califa, and he immediately takes a kickboxing stance. As the fight goes on Ian, Austin, and Jason check on Layla.
Jason: Layla you alright?
Layla: Y....yeah I'm fine, but who is that?
Austin: That's Theron's partner this week, El Califa Dragon.
Layla: I've...I've never seen someone move so fast.
El Califa: What are you all staring at?
The four suddenly jolt up as Califa looks back at them. He holds one of the men in a choke hold while kicking away another.
El Califa: Get in the SUV, and be ready to fly if things go south here!
Ian: But what about you?
El Califa: Now!
The four quickly run to the SUV and jump in, Ian sitting in the driver's seat. Califa throws a hard right and knocks out one man, before kicking the knee out from another. One grabs him from behind and another gets several punches to the stomach, dropping Califa to his knees as the three remaining stand above him. One pulls out a knife as the other two grab Califa and drag him up to his feet.
Layla: Califa!
Califa stares down the man with the knife before breaking one hand free, delivering a lighting quick punch to another man. He turns and hits a head kick to the other before turning and dodging the stabbing attempt, grabbing the arm and locking in an armbar before flipping the man over onto his back. Califa breathes deeply as he stands over the fallen attackers.
El Califa: Now scatter. Run like the cowards you are!
The five men try to collect themselves as they take off, Califa holding his stomach for a few moments before walking over to the SUV.
El Califa: Everyone alright?
The four nod as Ian crawls over to the passenger side, and Califa climbs into the driver seat.
El Califa: Let's get you all back to Theron's.
Jason: Sounds good to us.
Califa nods his head and fires up the engine, taking off back towards the freeway. The scene fades as Califa focuses on the road. It comes back to inside Theron's place. The four Misfits all find a chair and collect themselves from the incident that just happened. Califa lowers the hood from his hoodie as he looks around.
Theron: Czar of Dragons!
El Califa sighs as he shakes his head.
El Califa: It's El Califa Dragon.
Theron walks out from the back, holding his hand out. Califa nods his head and the two shake hands.
Theron: It's an honor to share the battlefield with you on Meltdown.
El Califa: Likewise Theron. El Califa has been impressed with your potential.
Theron: Thank you for saving the Misfits, I do not know what else I would have done had I lost them, as well as Tiffany.
Califa waves his hand as he takes a seat of his own, crossing his arms in front of him
Theron: So we face the three headed monster.
El Califa: Cerberus, yes. El Califa has faced them before and been victorious, though..that was with Amber Warren as his partner.
Theron: I can assure you, though Theron won't have the chemistry that you have with the Duchess of Dragons, that I will do my absolute best in our battle.
Califa nods his head as he leans back and places his hand on his stomach, still smarting from the blows he took earlier.
El Califa: That is all El Califa asks Theron. Flex Mussel and Ramparte have been on a roll as of late, defeating the team that took the titles from Los Magnificos Dragones. Young Justice was a fine team, but we must bring our A game to defeat the Tag Team Champions.
Theron: The Duchess of Dragons....how is she?
El Califa: She is no longer The Dragon Queen. She is simply Amber Warren once again. El Califa doesn't know....he has not heard word from her yet.
El Califa stands slowly and looks Theron in the eyes.
El Califa: El Califa...he is relying on you this week Theron. But for now...El Califa must return to Houston, you understand yes?
Theron nods his head, a serious look on his face.
Theron: I understand completely. I have to focus on finding Tiffany as well. Let me know if you need anything.
El Califa: And you as well Theron. He shall see you at Meltdown.
The scene fades with the two shaking hands once more, and comes back to El Califa's hotel room. He enters the room slowly, tossing off his hoodie as he collapses on his bed. He groans slightly as he holds his stomach. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and Maria walks in.
Maria: Papi! What happened to you?
Maria rushes over and places her hand on Califa's stomach, pulling his shirt up to reveal a large bruise.
El Califa: El Califa did what he does best Maria, he did what he needed to do.
Maria: Califa....let me get some ice.
She stands up and walks over, grabbing ice from the bucket and placing it into a plastic bag. She walks back over and places it on the bruise, Califa noticeably wincing from it.
El Califa: Maria....thank you.
Maria: Anything for you Papi. What's our plan?
El Califa: We return home tomorrow.
Maria: Culiacan? Oh we can go to some of the clubs tomorrow night!
El Califa shakes his head as he places his hands over his mask briefly.
El Califa: No, we truly go home Maria. To Houston.
Maria: But why Papi? We have nothing there.
El Califa: El Califa must make things whole again. He has to talk to Amber Warren.
A look of jealousy and pain flashes across Maria's face as she stares right at Califa. Califa notices the silence and slowly sits up, reaching out and running his hand down her cheek.
Maria: Why are you focusing on her again? Papi...for once we are together.
El Califa: We are Maria....but Amber is still a part of Los Magnificos Dragones. You are his, and he is yours. That will never change, he promises you.
Maria: I trust you Califa. I know you won't let me down.
Maria buries her head into Califa's chest, and Califa wraps his arms around her. Califa stares forward, his thoughts racing before he leans down and pulls his mask up slightly. He kisses Maria on the forehead before leaning his head to hers.
El Califa: El Califa can only do his best to not let anyone down.
The scene fades away.
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