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Post by Dr. Akashido on Dec 12, 2010 19:08:37 GMT -5
Another week of city-crushing madness is in the books, and tensions are running high! Dr. Red is now making it his personal mission to get rid of that bother, Super Slosh, while the heroes scramble to find order and stability in their defenses.
Deadline - December 18th 11:59:59pm (midnight)
(Take it and Like it - Handicap Match)
Ra-Man, Wombat of Doom, Hunter Catfish vs Super Slosh
(Crafting Squirrel Skin Gauntlets Match)
Mantaur Vs Ekhornin
(Good Guys Ho! Assault Match)
The Loser Rangers, Mebbles, and Brian Thorn vs Fearzilla, SMF Pterodactyl, and Chocolate Moose. *Line up subject to change. Anyone who has not been added to this Mash-Up, but wants to, contact me and I'll promptly add you. |
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Post by Dr. Akashido on Dec 19, 2010 20:09:29 GMT -5
The sign from across the street looked really good from where he was standing. Of course, it was a cardboard sign with the words “FREE BOOZE” written across it in black marker, and, of course, this is Super Slosh we are talking about. Holiday eggnog, which was made of equal parts spiced rum and regular rum, was just not doing it anymore. The festive Slosh needed something more to jingle his bells, so he took his Singapore candy cane and his blood red Santa hat across the street towards the holiday hand-out. To his sobering dismay, it was a trap.
“Get him!” Dr. Red screamed, ordering his minions from radio transmission. “Hahahahaha!”
Suddenly, a group of carolers quickly shook off their disguises and revealed their true violent intentions.
“It's over, Stupid Slosh,” assassin extraordinaire, Hunter Catfish says, throwing down his book of holiday songs. “Dr. Red has had enough of your antics. This is his city now, and you have been evicted!”
“We'll see..” Slosh begins to slur. “We'll see... we'll see... we'll see...”
“Quick!” Dr. Red instructs. “He's in a loop! Attack!”
Ra-Man, The Wombat of Doom, and their aquatic leader jump into attack and quickly overwhelm Santa Slosh. They take him to the ground and begin to lay some monstrous boots to the party animal. The boots rain down on his chest and head, and they hurt. They rain down on his hat and knock it off his head, and now he's angry. With the power of a hundred drunk mall Santas, and maybe a couple dozen drunk midget elves, Slosh hoists himself through the beating and begins to Matrix this melee back to a fair fight. One of the monsters swings a punch, but it's blocked. Another one kicks, but it's evaded. Soon, Super Slosh is moving so fluently that his drunken master would weep in joy.
“Get him, you fools!” the evil doctors shouts. “It's three of you and one of him! Stomp him into the grrrrrrrr-ound!”
Sadly, the doctor would not get his way. After Slosh is finished evading and blocking the monster onslaught, he goes on the offense. He trips Ra-Man with his cane at the legs and kicks the aluminum enemy down the street. A forearm shot spells doom for the Wombat of Doom, leaving Slosh staring down their captain, the catfish.
“Looking for this?” Hunter asks, dangling a slightly dusty Santa hat. He opens his giant maw and drops the hat inside. “Tough luck!”
A look of complete rage comes over the Sloshman. He darts forward, club in hand...
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“Just you wait,” Dr. Red says, shaking his head in disbelief. “One of these days you'll regret messing with me. Just you wait!”
“Roll Initiative!” the heavily-equipped Mantaur orders, hollering up a giant tree he suspects his fury enemy resides. Unfortunately, he does not get an answer. “C'mon, dude, I don't wanna' do this either, but we must! Come down and battle me! For honor! For justice!”
He waits a little longer, but still nothing. He rubs his arms warm, keeping them toasty in the cold shore breeze. Then, he hears footsteps and the quiet whisper of rodent chirping. He quickly spins around on his heels, noticing it's Ekhornkin, with his arms full of presents.
“Gah!” the gamer shrieks, rushing forward with a clothesline.
He hits the unsuspecting squirrel shopper so hard all the presents instantly pop into the air, releasing all the nuts and berries from their gift wrapped bags and boxes. Immediate guilt comes over Mantaur, looking over the wreckage he just caused, as Ekhornkin is on his back in a complete daze.
“You, ugh, sneaked up on me,” he tries to justify. “You... can't... ugh.... oh, crap...”
Mantaur, starting to think his quest for power was a tad too ridiculous to work, quickly begins to tip-toe out of view and runs to safety.
“I came because I have intel,” Thorn says, standing at the front door of the home of current Monster King, Mebbles.
“We came-” the rangers began to say.
“They followed,” Thorn quickly corrected. “I came because I have intel reporting a planned attack on your home. Dr. Red has sent a couple of his elite monsters to take you out and recover that crown device.”
“We can't let him do that!” the rangers cheer, trying to act needed. From the look on Thorn's face, it's obvious they aren't.
“I has it under control, guys,” mini-dragon, Mebbles, says. “I don't needs anys help-”
“MWA-HA!” shouts Chocolate Moose and SMF Pterodactyl, interrupting the formalities.
“Aw, crap!” the Loser Rangers cry. “Battle stations, everyone!”
“Already there!” Thorn replies, stepping forward and removing his plasma sword. “Mebbles, there is just two of them, so don't get involved. Just guard your house and make sure the crown is protected!”
“Okays!”
“Rangers,” Thorn sighs, wishing he didn't have to rely on them for anything. “Just... just... don't get in my way...”
Tokyo's heroes dash forward, entering a chaotic melee with Dr. Red's top students. They exchange blows and special abilities, but it's apparent Brian Thorn and Chocolate Moose carry their respective teams. SMF and The Rangers collapse, leaving Moose and Thorn to battle, one-on-one. The Chocolatey One puts up a good effort, but falls quite short.
“Coast is clear, Meb-” Thorn begins to say, turning around, but, as he does, the ghastly visage of his arch nemesis, Fearzilla, looms begin the heroes.
“I finally found you two,” Fearzilla cackles, evilly.
“Fearzilla!” the pair of heroes shout.
“Hand over the device now,” Zilla ordres. “Or you two will feel my power!”
“Nevers!” Mebbles shouts back, blocking the entrance to his house.
“I figured you'd say that...” Fearzilla replies, slowly dissipates into the wind.
“Leaving now, you coward?” Thorn barks at the darkening sky.
Fearzilla doesn't reply, but the horizon turns into a swirling pitch black, like black satin blanketing the sky.
“I guess he is gone now,” Mebbles steadily says. “So get lost. I have the crown. Get over it.”
Thorn begins to walk away, but realizes what was just said.
“What did you say?”
“I said there is something weird going on here!”
“I don't care what you said!” Thorn snaps back. “You're a wuss. You can't even talk right! How am I supposed to think you can take care of that crown?”
“I got it first, you stupid robot,” Mebbles shoots back. “Now go play with your tanks or whatever and leave the real guns to the ones who actually have the power to save this city!”
The two heroes bicker and fight between each other, unaware their consciousnesses is being played with. Engulfed in Fearzilla's deceptive bubble, they shout at shadow clones, made by the Feared One to cause animosity and frustration between the heroes.
“You's not acting yous'self, Thorn,” Mebbles quietly says. “Comes back when you feels better.”
Thorn heard a different message, and grows in anger.
“You need to consider the safety of Tokyo, Mebbles,” Thorn explains. “This isn't about who is stronger or faster, this is about defending the human beings of this city!”
Mebbles, of course, trapped inside this shadow realm, heard something else more threatening. As the Monster King begins to close the door, the shadow clones win the fight and are too convincing to the heroes. Things turn to blows.
Thorn boots down the icy door, releasing missiles through the entrance. Mebbles evades, darting around to a flank, firing a frost ray at the leg area of Thorn's Mech. Thorn twists at his waist, emptying a clip from his Gatling Gun, but Mebbles escapes, fleeing with his crown down the street. Despite his best efforts, by the time his leg is free, that irrational jerk, Mebbles, and the crown is off the radar.
Fearzilla lurks over his powerful bubble world, moving his hands over it like a puppet-master.
“The Age of Fear is now upon us!” Fearzilla yells. “And I am it's king and ruler!”
Fast Forward:
Super Slosh whoops the team of Ra-Man, Wombat of Doom, and Hunter Catfish
Mantaur beats Ekhornkin, but kinda' feels bad about it afterwards.
Fearzilla outwits the heroes and have caused them to turn on each other.
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