Hey, does something seem different to you? Saboteur asked
Saxton as the two sat in some sort of recording studio.
Whatchu talkin bout sucka?
Im not sure, I just feel like
something has changed. I cant really explain what it is. Is my font still orange?
Come on man! We aint got time for your crazy fourth wall mumbo jumbo right now! We need to focus on getting those title belts that are rightfully ours after that unjive ref counted the wrong man for the pin at All or Nothing
but more importantly we need to be ready for this radio interview. I hear these guys ask some pretty tough hitting questions.
On the other side of the table from Saxton and Saboteur sit two male radio hosts dressed very casually in t-shirts and sunglasses. These two journalists are known as
And welcome back to Randy
Do I make you RANDY baby? Yeah! and Ralph
DUDE! Im gonna ralph! *Puking noise*',
the number one morning talk radio show host in Las Vegas among high school dropouts and hung over community college students. I am your host Rockin Randy along side Ralph the Mouph, and we are joined here today by two of the hottest competitors in WZCW, Saxton and Saboteur and boy, are we excited to talk to you guys.
Pleasures all ours, suckas. Saxton replies to Randy.
Now Ralph, I understand youre a big wrestling fan, so big that you actually have tickets to see Saxton and Saboteur live this weekend at the Roulette events. Why dont you explain to our listeners how the Roulette round works.
Well Randy, most of the time the wrestlers know exactly who theyll be fighting weeks in advance, but during the Roulette round all matches are determined live by roulette wheels. Literally anything can happen this week! Saxton could be challenging former rival Alex Bowen in a mayhem match, Saboteur could be challenging Rush for the EurAsian title, or Saxton and Saboteur could see themselves in a Kingdom Come rematch!
Wow, so these are truly unpredictable times for the former tag team champs, as well as the rest of WZCW. Tell me guys, what would be your ideal match this week?
Saboteur leans towards his microphone and starts to yell into it,
Well Randy, I think Saxton and I can agree on
Randy and Ralph grab their headsets with cringes on their face as their ears are blasted by Saboteurs voice.
Whoa there Saboteur, youre not in front of an arena full of screaming fans, you dont have to yell!
Saboteur seems unrepentant, but humors Randy by lowering his voice,
Well what I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that Saxton and I are in agreement that the best match possible would be a rematch for the WZCW Tag Team Champions which were awarded to Le Gentleman Masqué and The Beard after they illegally pinned me at last weeks pay per view.
And Saxton, you agree with Saboteur?
Hell yes sucka! My boy Saboteur and I look better in gold then either of those jive turkeys, and well prove it once we get those titles back around our waists!
Interesting, interesting, so now to more pressing questions, whats the groupie situation like backstage? Inquiring minds want to know!
Saboteur and Saxton give the radio hosts an unamused glare.
I mean, come on, you must have ladies lining up just to get 5 minutes with you.
All I need is 2 and a half, Randy.
Ralph hits a button which plays a short clips of crude sex noises followed by a farting noise.
Ohhhh no! Our guests jut got Ralphed all over! Sorry boys, well make sure you get Randy and Ralph commemorative towels on the way out to dry yourselves off.
Look sucka, I did not drag my perfectly chiseled ass out of bed at 5 AM to answer questions about backstage groupies. What Saxton does with the ladies is between him, the fine young thing, and one time Krypto when I didnt realize he was hiding under the couch, and thats it! Now get to the real questions before I karate chop your soundboard of fart noises in half!
Randy and Ralph both take a deep gulp, intimidated by the 270 pound black Adonis. Randy nervously tosses the wrestling duo another question.
Well, er
in the spirit of randomized competition, we were hoping that maybe you guys had some random stories about your adventures that you would like to tell us. But only if you want to! No pressure or anything! No need to karate chop our faces off or anything Mr. Saxton and Saboteur sir!
The two heroes think over the request for a few moments. The duo has seen more than their fair share of adventure over the course of their tag team partnership, but which one of their stories is truly the most random?
Saboteur breaks the silence,
I have a random story for you, but its so spectacularly random that it can only be told through the art of flashback!
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All is quiet on the 37th floor of Saxton/Saboteur Tower, the floor that happens to be the recreation floor. Saboteur and Saxton find themselves enjoying some off, both doing things they enjoy. Saboteur is checking the newspaper for TV listings, looking to see if any of his favorite classic sitcoms are going to have a marathon (hes in luck, theres a 24-hour Golden Girls marathon on channel 20). Saxton is reading a comic book, specifically Action Saxton #75, the issue where Saxton finds himself partnered in a three legged race with his arch-nemesis, El Habanero.
Saxton and Saboteur arent alone in their relaxation. They are joined by their current mentee,
Krypto. While the (at the time) tag team champions are enjoying some downtime, Krypto is hard at work.
The cow says: MOO! Kryptos Fisher Price Spin-n-Say says informatively. Krypto jots something notes down in a little notebook before giving the toy another spin.
The pig says: OINK OINK!
All in all it seems like today is going to be a nice quiet day for the trio. Then again, one would be foolhardy to think that the peace at Saxton/Saboteur Tower could ever last for more than a few minutes.
The door to the rec room swings open as a large man with very tan skin walks in. He is in a very fancy suit, but his long braided hair doesnt seem to match this level of professionalism.
Sucka, I think you in the wrong room, Saxton says, obviously annoyed that this stranger interrupted his reading.
I am afraid not, replies the stranger,
I assume you are the man they call Action Saxton, and this is your business partner, Saboteur?
Business and tag team partner. Were also going to be partners in the Wyoming County Fair Pie Eating Contest, but thats not official yet. But why am I telling you this? Who are you supposed to be anyway? Saboteurs enthusiasm is marked with hostility.
My name is Big-Wolf Giovanni, and Im from the Wyoming Indian Mafia.
Thats a real thing?
No, there is no such thing as the Wyoming Indian Mafia. The Indian Mafia is just a conspiracy theory cooked up by the white man to further deprive my people of their land
but off the record yeah, were pretty real.
Look, we happy to have an Indian brotha in our rec room and all, but we was kind of in the middle of some stuff, so why dont you tell us what youre doing here and then let me get back to my very important comic book reading.
Your alien friend has racked up quite a debt at the Wyoming Indian Casino on the roulette table. He owes the casino $100,000.
So? Saboteur answers defiantly,
Why are you talking to us about it? Its Kryptos debt, why dont you just break his legs or something and be done with it?
Because he put up this building as collateral: Krypto Tower.
Actually, its Saxton Tower.
No, its Saboteur Tower."
Saxton Tower!
Saboteur Tower!
If you dont come up with $100,000 by this weekend, its going to become Wyoming Indian Mafia Tower! I must go back to the casino now and lead many foolish white people on a spiritual journey, but I expect you to have our money by this weekend. Good day.
Big-Wolf Giovanni shows himself the door and leaves Saxton and Saboteur to solve this money issue. The two start this process immediately as Saxton picks Krypto up and violently shakes him.
$100,000?! How the Grape Fanta did you rack up that much debt?
I had a system! Always bet on the number that falls on the spin before!
Are you crazy, sucka? Do you know the statistical probability of the same number being called twice in a row on a standard roulette table?! 1,443 to 1!"
Saxton drops Krypto and begins to shake his head,
Well, I guess whats done is done, I guess we just have to pay off the debt. Right now my assets are a little tied up in my new self-financed 3D blockbuster, Action Saxton 3D-More Man than you can Handle. You got $100,000?
Saboteur shrugs,
None of my cash is liquid right now. Im heavily invested in developing markets. Im especially focused on Brazil right now.
Thats a smart play, they have the World Cup and the Olympics coming up, so theres going to be a lot of money going into
wait a second, we cant be getting distracted talking about economics, we gotta come up with a scheme to get $100,000 by this weekend!
Saboteur and Saxton take a moment to scheme, but it is Saboteur who quickly devises a plan.
Ive got it! Saboteur snaps right before he grabs the newspaper he had just been reading,
Theres a golf tournament going on at Wyoming County Country Club with a grand prize of $100,000! All we have to do is enter the tournament and win to get the money we need!
Thats a nice idea and all, but neither of knows how to play golf. Sure, Im a boss on the basketball court, a freak at football, and you wouldnt to know it to look at me, but Im a badass bowler, but golf? Aint no brotha ever done golf right except Tiger, and Im pretty sure he made up that stuff about being half black. I haven't seen him at any of the secret Super Influential Black People meetings.
Thats true, we dont know how to play golf
but we do know how to cheat. Ill be the golfer, youll mess up my opponents shots, and Krypto will help get my ball into the hole.
Are you sure you want to put Krypto in charge of making sure you win? Hes still a little green around our ways of adventure scheming.
Hes a little green in general, look at him! But still, well never make him into a good sidekick if we dont push him.
Alright brotha, if you say so.
Saxton and Saboteur turn to Krypto, whom seems to have been eagerly waiting for the duo to finish their conversation.
Heres the deal you little green pest, Saboteur opens.
Weve bent over backwards to help you these past few weeks and youve done nothing but give us headaches!
Yes master! I know that I am very lucky to be allowed to carry your rock collection around and that you had to suffer through the ice cream cake I bought for you!
Well nows your chance to prove your worth to us! Im going to enter a golf competition and youre going to help me cheat to win.
But
isnt cheating, Krypto takes a big, alien gulp,
wrong?
Its only wrong if the people dont love you. For instance, the fans love it when I kick my opponent in the nads, but if my opponent kicked me in the nads it would be wrong, got it?
I do not.
Saxton rolls his eyes.
Look Jolly Green, if you were going to have a morality crisis maybe you should have had it before you put up Saxton Tower as collateral at the Wyoming Indian Mafia Casino.
Saboteur Tower.
Whatever. The point is, you need to do what we tell you to, or were going to leave you in a dumpster like day old doughnuts, ya dig?
Oh I would love to live in a dumpster with day old doughnuts! Will they have chocolate frosting?
Look Saxton, hes not getting it. Lets just get to the golf tournament and do what we always do and hope for the best.
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Saboteur and Krypto are standing at the front gate of the illustrious Wyoming County Country Club. Saboteur is wearing a plaid version of his normal spandex garb as well as a golf beret with a fluffy ball on the top. Krypto is playing the role of his caddy as he is clumsily carrying his golf clubs.
I thought you didnt golf, master. Where did you get these clubs?
Lets just say theres a pro-shop manager somewhere that is tied up in a back room that I stole a bag of golf clubs from. Now lets discuss how we get in the country club. Neither of us are members, so were going to have to pull a fast one on the security guards at the front gate.
What about Saxton?
Hes doing the awesome thing and parachuting in from a helicopter. He figures theres no way theyd let a black guy into the country club any other way.
So how are you and I going to get into the country club?
Dont worry, I brought a trench coat
The security guard at the front gate is in for a bit of a surprise when an unusually tall man in a large trench coat approaches him with a golf club in hand. He has interestingly unsteady legs and a face cloaked in a mask.
Hello sirs! I am Mr. Golf, and I am here for the golf tournament! Im quite good at golf you know!
Have they let us in yet Mr. Golf? Should I walk forward now?
The security guard shoots Saboteur a puzzled look.
Sorry chap, it seems my stomach is talking again! Dont worry, I took some Pepto Bismol and should be able to hold off puking for the full 23 rounds of golf! So Ill just be going through now
Krypto starts to walk forward but the security guards step in his way. It seems that Saboteur and Krypto are going to have to find another way into the club.
Okay time for plan B. Saboteur initiates plan B by whacking the security guard over the head with his golf club, knocking him out cold.
Run Krypto! Run!
Krypto starts to run, but doesnt take into account how tall Saboteur stands perched upon his shoulders. Krypto makes it past the threshold of the gate when Saboteurs head slams into the metal bar knocking him clean off Kryptos shoulders
but Krypto keeps running.
Wait, come back! Youre supposed to help me cheat to win! Saboteur cries after Krypto, but it is too late. Despite the fact that he is completely covered by the trench coat, Krypto keeps on running, leaving Saboteur to pick up his golf clubs and make his way to the tournament.
Damn alien, I told Saxton we couldnt trust him!
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Im here to sign in for the golf tournament.
Saboteur stands at the score table, attempting to steal some unfortunate souls place in the tournament.
And who might you be, sir? asks one of the
tournament scorekeepers.
You know who I am, Saboteur attempts to goad the scorekeeper into giving him a name to steal.
Im sorry sir, I really dont, the scorekeeper dryly replies.
Well, Im shocked! Insulted! Horrified! Ive been a member of this club for decades, and my family has given this club quite a few generous gifts for many generations!
Oh, you must be Mr. Macy! My apologize sir, I didnt recognize you under such a
um, colorful costume.
Yes, Mr. Macy is who I am! Yessir, Mr. Macy is me.
Im surprised you showed up Mr. Macy, we were afraid nobody would show up after they got wind that Klaus Von Hammer was entering the tournament.
The scorekeeper points behind Saboteur, directing his attention to a man that easily dwarfs Saboteur in size. The massive German stands at 7 feet tall and has a set of shoulders that could support the German version of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Thats a golfer?
Indeed sir, and a very skilled one at that. You wouldnt know it to look at him, but he has a very soft touch on the green, and as you could imagine getting the ball there is no problem for him. I hate to say it sir, but you have no chance of winning whatsoever.
Oh dont you worry Mr. Guy, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, Saboteur says with a dubious grin.
In the distance a lumpy trench coat is blindly running around before falling into a sand trap.
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The tournament is underway as Saboteur waits for his shot at the first hole as Klaus Von Hammer poses for his audience. After giving time for an ample amount of pictures to be taken, Klaus lines up to take his first shot.
You should not have come here today, puny man. I will beat you in golf, and then I will make you cry like little baby girl.
Klaus takes a thunderous swing and drives the golf ball high and far. He takes a second to admire his work before seeing his ball land right on the green.
Lets see you follow that shot up, Mr. Macy, Klaus cackles manically as he steps aside to allow Saboteur to take his shot.
Alright Saboteur, you gotta grip it
then rip it. Saboteur wildly swings at the golf ball but whiffs, getting nothing but a chunk of grass right next to the ball. Klaus and his entourage of snarky Germans laugh at Saboteurs clumsiness, but this does little to discourage the masked hero.
Stupid German, Ill teach you to laugh at me! Saboteur swings the his golf club with all his might and drives the ball much further than he ever expected to. In fact, it surpasses even Klaus Von Hammers shot! It goes so far past Von Hammers shot that the ball lands in a water hazard placed beyond the first holes green. Von Hammer and his crew howl with laughter.
Oh Mr. Macy, I am so happy that there was a word in German to express my feeling of pleasure at the expense of your misfortune
Before Klaus can finish Saboteurs lesson in German language, his eye catches something. It seems a large black man is falling from the Sky towards the end of the 1st hole.
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Damn! This parachute aint workin! I knew I shouldnt have trusted that commercial for discounted extreme sports merchandise!
Saxton it descending at a rapid rate and the ground is fast approaching.
Looks like Im going to have to rely on that pond to break my fall, and theres only one way to enter a pond when youre skydiving from a helicopter
CANNONBALLLLLLLLLLL!
Saxton curls into a ball and hits the water creating the most spectacular splash the world has ever seen, shattering several world records including highest splash, most voluminous splash, and most water displaced from a splash. However, the water wasnt the only thing Action Saxton knocked out of the pond. A golf ball that was hit by a certain Mr. Macy comes flying out of the pond along with a few thousand gallons of water, and it miraculously falls into the hole.
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Impossible! cries Klaus Von Hammer,
There must be a rule against this tomfoolery!
Sorry Kraut Von Hummer, it looks like I just got a hole in one! Saboteur smugly makes his way to the green, and its game on.
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The trench coat covered Krypto has been running in random directions for about an hour now with no real idea of when or where he should stop. This decision is about to be made for Krypto though when he crashes into the brick wall of the clubhouse. He scurries out from underneath the trench coat, dazed and confused from the collision.
Excuse me little boy, but I dont think youre supposed to be out here by yourself, says an unfamiliar but
friendly female voice.
Are you lost?
Krypto sees a nicely dressed young lady standing above him with a large grin on her face.
Yes, I am lost. I was supposed to help my master win his golf game, but then we had to run away and I got stuck in that trap and now I am lost. Do you know how to get back to Krypto Tower from here?
Oh well arent you just the most adorable little thing in the world! Thats a cute alien costume you have on too!
It is not a costume. My name is Krypto, you see, and I am from the planet
Say little fella, how would you like some ice cream?
Kryptos eyes grow wide and a drop of drool forms on his bottom lip.
I
I
Ice cream?
The young woman takes an eager Krypto by the hand and leads him into the clubhouse.
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Saboteurs first shot may have been a thing of beauty, but he hasnt had much luck since. On the second hole he hacked a ball into the woods and wound up taking a double bogey. And the 5th hole he spent four strokes trying to get out of four separate sand traps. On the 14th hole he wound up hitting the ball backwards onto the 13th hole.
Fortunately for him, Klaus Von Hammer wasnt fairing much better thanks to Saxtons expert cheating skills. On the 4th hole Saxton used his signature Action Saxton Ninja Stars to slice Von Hammers ball in half, costing him two strokes. At the 8th hole Action Saxton ripped his shirt off causing the female spectators to whistle and woo, costing Von Hammer his concentration and forcing him into hitting his ball deep into the rough. Von Hammer had a chance to ice the game with a birdy on the 17th, but Saxton took a deep breath and blew as hard as he could, causing Von Hammers putt to circle around the hole, but not fall in.
The two golfers had moved onto the 18th and final hole for the tournament.
Alright gentlemen, the scorekeeper started.
The score is Saboteurs 244 strokes to Von Hammers 246.
Dag, I could have sworn I was winning!
You are sir. You have 244 strokes, Mr. Von Hammer has 246.
Exactly! Hes two points ahead of me! If I didnt know any better, Id say hes cheating!
Look at this idiot: he doesnt even know the rules of golf! This tournament is a sham and a travesty to the greatest sport in the world that doesnt involve any sort of difficult physical activity whatsoever!
Well Mr. Von Hammer, you have a chance to put this ugly chapter behind you on this last hole. I wish the both of you luck.
Saboteur is the first to tee off at this hole and he hits a deep drive that once again falls into the nearby woods.
Von Hammer takes his first swing and knocks the ball onto the green with ease, a near perfect shot.
Hmmm, wheres that Action Saxton? Hes supposed to make sure Von Hammer doesnt get the ball anywhere close to the hole!
Unfortunately for Saboteur, Action Saxton was busy hatching his own plan talking to the lovely Mrs. Von Hammer.
The names Action Saxton, baby, but you can just call me Action Saxton.
Von Hammer strolls to his ball on the green and sinks an easy putt for the birdy. The stroke count is now 248 to Saboteurs 245. Saboteur needs to get the ball in the hole in two shots if he wants to win, and with his ball stranded in the woods the chances seem pretty bleak.
Saboteur steps up to his ball and takes a deep breath. With a mighty swing of his club the ball goes bouncing off of trees every which way, at first retreating deeper into the forest but then popping back out. The ball makes its way in the air towards the golf course when it is grabbed by the talons of a red tailed hawk that carries the ball towards the green, only to drop it a good 40 feet away from the hole.
It seems your luck may have run out, Mr. Saboteur. Even I, Klaus Von Hammer, greatest golfer in all the world, would have trouble with that putt!
Indeed, it is no simple putt Saboteur faces. The hole is slightly uphill from where Saboteurs ball rests and there is a fierce wind blowing in from the west. This putt would be difficult for many professional golfers, but for a complete amateur like Saboteur this putt is near impossible.
The masked hero bravely steps up to putt and puts every ounce of focus he has into the putt. He gives the ball a healthy tap and it rolls towards the hole. It starts to slow at 15 yards, and it slows even more at 10. Its on line with the hole, but does it have enough momentum to go in? It slows more and more with each inch until it finally comes to a stop just an inch short of the hole. Saboteur is deflated with this development as Von Hammer grins a big, evil German smile.
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Krypto is sitting on a patio outside the club house at his own table that is now covered in empty dishes with spots of melted ice cream all over them. His face is a mess with splotches of chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla ice cream covering his lips and cheeks and formerly hot fudge dripping down his chin. Atop his head sits a neat pile of whipped cream topped off with a cherry.
My, you had quite the appetite for such a little guy! Do you want any more? the nice lady asks.
Hmmm, Im going to have to make room for it. One sec. With that warning, Krytpo stands up on his chair and belches a thunderous burp that shakes the foundation of the clubhouse and sends the other patrons grabbing onto their hats so they arent blown clean off their heads. Furniture is flipped over simply off of the shear sonic magnitude of Kryptos eructation.
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It seems that Germany has once again proven its superiority to America. We have better cars, better house music, and better golfers! Von Hammer laughs hardily at his victory, but a troubling sound rumbles through the air.
Is that thunder? asks the scorekeeper?
The ground starts to shake and shift and all the members of the golf course grab attempt to steady themselves on the shaking ground. The two golfers and most of their fans manage to keep their balance, but Saboteurs ball starts to shake and shift. It starts to roll away from the hole but then towards it! But then away again! But then back towards it! It keeps rolling forward
ant its in the hole! The audience celebrates as a crowd of happy golfers storm the course and lift Saboteur up in the air. The scorekeeper hands Saboteur a giant trophy as hes hoisted in the air by his fans while Klaus Van Hammer breaks his golf clubs over his stick. The day is saved! Saboteur has won the golf tournament!
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And thats how Saxton and I won the $100,000 golf tournament to pay off the Wyoming Indian Mafia without any help from Krypto whatsoever. The end.
Oh, youre awake now.
What the
who the heck are you?
Saboteur finds himself sitting across not from Randy and Ralph, but the afternoon DJ
Kiki Kimono.
Im Kiki, and youve been in the studio in a catatonic state for the past 6 hours! We were going to move you but your friend Action Saxton said that this sort of thing happens all the time.
Well then, Im glad I was able to share my awesome and hilarious golf story with you. Good day Miss Komodo.
But you havent said anything for hours
But Saboteur doesnt care. He had been waiting for an excuse to tell that story for a while and he was happy he finally got the chance. It seems like the Roulette Rounds are the perfect opportunity for Saboteur to fully embrace his whacky side.