>>67106819
You have made a grave mistake not reigning me in.
>The laughter starts. It's happening again. Fang starts to tense up on stage as the crowd begins getting wilder and wilder. My stomach sinks watching this happen again. Why'd you have to go back to bass?
>I watch in horror as I see a plastic cup soar out from the crowd and towards Fang. As it gets closer and closer a flash of light and misty fog rolls in.
>A silhouette stands in the fog. Humanoid, no tail. A crunching noise of the small cup as sprinkles of punch splay out onto the crowd. A hush falls as the mist clears.
>There stands a huge, oily muscled man. No shirt, huge shades, tanned body and only wearing a bandana wrapped around his head, spandex short shorts and thigh-high yellow boots, laced up with a singular gray glove on his left arm, it's got some sort of control pad on it. He flexes and drops the crushed plastic cup and speaks, a deep growly voice, strained and heavy coming from his bearded face.
>"NOT SO FAST, YOU TECHNICOLOR TERRORS." I am in absolute awe at this monster of a man.
>"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TRAMPLE SOMEONE'S HARD WORK LIKE THAT? NOT ON THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONS WATCH."
>The student body goes silent, I look around to find Spears but he's unfortunately missing. Wonder if he'd like this.
>"Who the fu-"
>"DON'T DEGRADE THE CHAMPION AT ANY TIME!" he roars out and dives from the stage into the crowd. I hear a meaty slam as whoever unlucky enough to chime in is smeared all over the auditorium floor.
>"ANY MORE OF YOU CLOWNS WANT A PIECE OF THE CHAMP?" He screams out as I hear flailing and scratching from where he's landed.
>The room devolves into a mix of a mosh pit and a brawl as all hell breaks loose, several "OH YEAH!"s are let out from our mystery man as I continually hear dino flesh hitting floorboards.
cont. never let me write again.