Ring Warrior

*Written by Outlaw88*

Rebel: I said get out! Leave me alone!

Outlaw: Fine…

*Outlaw sadly walks to his own room and closes the door behind him. He picks up a framed picture that shows the team doing a funny pose.*

Outlaw: I guess that’s it then. No one cares anymore.

*With a sigh he puts the picture back down. He then gets a duffel bag and begins to gather some of his belongings.*

Outlaw: I did my best to keep things together but it wasn’t enough. I’ve let them down. But… What should I…

*Outlaw sees his Pro Reploid Wrestling poster on the wall and an idea hits him.*

Outlaw: Yeah… Why not? All I need is a costume and find a place that will train me.

*He leaves his room to find materials. A few days later…*

Outlaw: That was tougher than I thought but it’s done.

*He stuffs the costume in the duffel bag. He is about to leave his room but glances at the picture. He picks it up and puts it in the duffel bag and heads for the exit. He passes Metabad and Majin.*

Metabad: I’m telling you, it wasn’t really butter.

Majin: I no believe you. Hic!

*They see Outlaw as he starts to open the door. Metabad notices the duffel bag.*

Metabad: Hey man, where are you going?

Outlaw: I’m going to live the dream, dude.

*Outlaw jumps out.*

Metabad: I wonder if he knew we were flying.

Outlaw: *free-falling* WEEEEE!!! I’m pretty sure we were flying low enough to not make the emergency device go off so that’s good. What’s bad is that I can’t see the lake I was aiming for through all these clouds. Eh, I’m sure it will be fine.

*After clearing the clouds he sees the ground fast approaching.*

Outlaw: Aw cr–*BAM!*–ap… Ow…

*He gets up and dusts himself off. After climbing out of the crater he made he sees that he isn’t far from the city. He heads in.*

Outlaw: Now to find a gym that trains for the P.R.W. Now where did I put that map?

*Outlaw searches his bag and eventually finds a piece of paper. There are names and locations listed on it…*

Outlaw: Ok now, let’s see…

*A loud clap of thunder breaks his concentration and rain comes pouring down. Outlaw’s map is instantly soaked and ruined before he has a chance to read it. He gives a shrug and starts walking.*

Outlaw: I’ve been meaning to explore this city anyway. How hard can it be to find a wrestling gym?

*Several hours of wandering in the rain later…*

Outlaw: Man, this city is built like a maze. I am so lost.

*As he passes a lamp post he notices an ad.*

Outlaw: Score!

*The ad reads: Do you want to pursue a life of sports entertainment? Are you looking for a new life? Are you willing to put your body in harms way in highly dangerous, almost suicidal, levels of competition? *

Outlaw: Yeah!

*Ad: Then join us at the Bone Crusher Wrestling Gym! We’ll make you scream for mercy. We are conveniently located right behind you. *

Outlaw: Huh?

*Sure enough, there it is. Outlaw grins and walks inside. There are several wrestling rings and plenty of exercise equipment. There are lots of other reploids training in various ways.*

Outlaw: Awesome.

*He is approached by an old man.*

Man: Hey! Stop standing there looking stupid and get a towel! Stop dripping on my floor and blocking my door!

Outlaw: Sorry!

*Outlaw walks to the corner and pulls out a towel from his bag. The old man has followed him.*

Man: What brings you here?

Outlaw: I want to be a wrestler!

Man: No, I mean, what brought you here to be a wrestler? Are you running from something? No family? No friends? No ideas for the future?

Outlaw: All of the above.

Man: Good! That gives us the best results!

Outlaw: Say… You look familiar. Have I seen you before?

Man: I’m sure you have. In my prime I was on top; world champion, main events in sold out arenas all over the world, fame and fortune. Now I’m a broken down old man. I’m Randy “The Ram” Robinson and this is my gym.

Outlaw: Wow! It’s an honor to meet you!

*Outlaw extends his hand. Randy takes it and hurls Outlaw into a ring.*

Randy: Save it kid. Its time for the test.

Outlaw: Test?

Randy: If you really want to be a wrestler, you’re going to have to learn how to take pain. Lots of it. BOYS!

*All the other students and trainers enter the ring and surround Outlaw.*

Outlaw: *Gulp*

Randy: The kid here says he wants to be a wrestler. Educate him.

*Two hours of being pummeled and body slammed later…*

Randy: You still want to be a wrestler, kid?

Outlaw: YEAH! This is great! Can we do that again?

Randy: You heard him.

*Another two hours of chair shots, pile drivers and power bombs later.*

Outlaw: I can’t feel my legs. This rules!!!

Trainer: This guy is unreal. He’s enjoying it!

Randy: That’s enough. There’s something different about you, kid.

Outlaw: I’ve taken a lot of beatings over the years.

Randy: I see potential in you, kid. I’m personally going to train you and give you the skills and ability to succeed. I’m a tough teacher so it won’t be easy. What do you say?

Outlaw: YES!

Randy: Good! We’ll start first thing tomorrow.

*Randy and Outlaw walk to one of the benches, and watch some of the other students train.*

Outlaw: You really see potential in me?

Randy: Sure. For starters, you’re big.

Outlaw: What does that matter? That little guy over there looks like the most talented person in here.

Randy: In wrestling, the big guy is always pushed before the smaller guy. No matter how untalented they may be.

Outlaw: That doesn’t make much sense to me.

Randy: This is pro wrestling. Don’t think too deep into this, kid.

Outlaw: I’ll try.

Randy: I also think you have a good personality. A good character will always get you far.

Outlaw: Thanks! I’ve got a costume too, want to see?

Randy: First off, it’s not called a “costume,” it’s your ring gear. Second, we’ll provide you with something professional. Most rookies make their gear out of tin foil and string anyway.

Outlaw: And glitter.

Randy: What?

Outlaw: Nothing.

Randy: Go and get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you.

*Outlaw exits the gym. The rain has stopped and dusk is turning into night.*

Outlaw: Hmm. I didn’t give much thought on a place to sleep.

*While trying to think of what to do, he glances at the street. The manhole catches his eye.*

Outlaw: That’ll do.

*Outlaw pries the cover off and enters the sewer. It is dimly lit with an old lighting system. He sets up a hammock and quickly falls asleep. The next day…*

Randy: Welcome to day one of your training. I expect you to give it your all and I’ll accept nothing less.

Outlaw: Yes sir!

Randy: Here’s your gear. Put it on and keep it on. From now on you live that character.

Outlaw: That was fast.

*He puts on his ring gear.*

Randy: Now we need a name.

Outlaw: Oh yeah, I never did tell you my name did I? I’m Outlaw.

Randy: Outlaw? Hmmm. Not bad. That will go well with the mask.

Outlaw: What? No, I meant that…

Randy: Shut up! The lessons start now. I’m going to demonstrate the drills you will be doing. Once you master these, we’ll move on to offensive maneuvers. Also during these exercises we will be working on your strength, speed, and agility. Are you ready?

Outlaw: Yes sir!

Randy: I can’t hear you!

Outlaw: YES SIR!!!

*Randy gets in the ring. He runs full speed against the ropes and is able to bounce off and gain momentum. He then bounces on each side without slowing down. It is quite a sight to behold. He stops and exits the ring.*

Randy: Your first task is to learn how to use the ropes. They can help you and hurt you, so you’ve got to master them, kid.

*Next to the ring are two lines of tires, side by side. Randy runs through them with ease and then back again. Just to show off, he runs backwards.*

Randy: Next you run through these. You have to be light on your feet.

Outlaw: *Nods*

*Randy brings out some weights.*

Randy: Each time you do a push-up, I’m going to add weight to it. I think this is enough to go on for now. If you improve we’ll add more challenges. You got all that, kid?

Outlaw: I think so.

Randy: Ok, let me see you give each one a try. Go for the tires first.

*Outlaw trips almost immediately after putting his foot in the first tire. Randy shakes his head.*

Randy: I can see we’re off to a good start. Go ahead and try the ropes.

*Outlaw gets into the ring. He runs full speed and puts all his weight into the ring ropes. This results in Outlaw being sling shot through the ceiling.*

Outlaw: Why yes, stewardess the soup is running over the pudding cup making the mouse cry duct tape. And what’s this coming rapidly towards me? It’s my friend the ground! Hello ground!

*BAM!*

Randy: This is going to take longer than I thought.

*He goes outside and pulls Outlaw from the crater he made, and helps him back in the gym.*

Randy: You ok, kid?

Outlaw: I’m not sure…

*Randy decks Outlaw in the head.*

Randy: How about now?

Outlaw: Never better!

Randy: Good! Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I tend to call this part the “80s Training Montage” and I think the song that will go best with this will be…. Crazy Train.

Outlaw: Sweet.

Randy: BEGIN!

*ALLLLLL ABOARD! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!*

*Outlaw runs at the tires and slips before he even gets to them. He gets back up and tries to run through the tires. He gets a few steps in before he topples over again. As he tries to get back up he gets stuck in the tires. *

Outlaw: Little help?

*Randy gives him a kick sending him rolling into a wall.*

Randy: Quit playing around!

*Outlaw comes rushing back and slides into the ring. He tries to run against the ropes again but ends up toppling over the top rope and onto the floor. *

Outlaw: This looked so much easier on TV.

Randy: Push-ups!

*Outlaw starts doing the exercise. This is one thing he actually knows how to do. He is going at a good pace when Randy walks up.*

Randy: Time for something extra.

*Instead of placing the weight on Outlaw, he drops it. Outlaw was not prepared for this and is slammed into the ground.*

Outlaw: Ok. That one hurt.

Randy: I didn’t say stop.

Outlaw: Right, right!

*Outlaw starts back up again. The added weight hasn’t slowed him down much. Without warning Randy drops another weight on him. Outlaw manages to stay up this time and keeps going. *

Randy: Good! Now try this…

*Randy drops two weights. Outlaw hits the floor, but recovers and starts doing push-ups again.*

Randy: Don’t get the idea that I’ll let up on you. Where we leave off today will be your starting point tomorrow.

*Day Two*

*I’m going off the rails on a Crazy Train.*

Randy: Run the tires!

*Outlaw gets a few steps in then falls flat on his face.*

Outlaw: Flipper feet and tire running don’t mix.

Randy: No excuses! Show me you really want to do this! Hit those ropes!

*Outlaw gets in the ring without realizing that there is a tire stuck to his foot. He gets about halfway when he trips and tumbles into the ropes. He gets tangled up in them and winds up hanging upside down. *

Randy: This is going to be a long montage.

*Day Three*

Outlaw: How many weights are on me again?

Randy: Don’t count. It’ll make it seem worse.

Outlaw: If you say so.

Randy: What if I said it was twenty?

*Outlaw hits the floor.*

Outlaw: No wonder it’s so heavy.

Randy: If I did say twenty, I’d be wrong. It was more than that. But once you had an idea of your limit you gave up.

Outlaw: I…

Randy: Mind over matter, kid. There are no limitations.

*Outlaw is hit by a wave of understanding. And a boot to the head.*

Randy: AGAIN!

*Day Five*

*I’m going off the rails on a Crazy Train.*

*Outlaw and Randy are doing the metal sign and head-banging in unison.*

Outlaw: This song rules.

Randy: Like the 80s.

Outlaw: What?

*Randy decks Outlaw.*

Randy: Quit messing around and get back to your training!

*Day Eight*

Randy: Time for a slight change of pace.

*Randy gives Outlaw a jump rope.*

Outlaw: Are you serious? I can do this.

*Outlaw tries to do the jump rope but catches his leg and slams into the ground.*

Randy: You were saying?

Outlaw: I used to think I had coordination. Now I see how wrong I was.

*Day Fifteen*

Outlaw: I can do this, I can do this.

*Outlaw runs at the ropes and manages to get the bounce right. *

Outlaw: YEAH! Yeah! Oh crap!

*Outlaw tumbles out of the ring again.*

Randy: Try not to let little victories make you forget what you’re doing.

Outlaw: Got it.

Randy: Run the tires!

*Outlaw takes a deep breath. He gets a running start and goes for it. To his surprise he makes it to the end. Randy nods in approval.*

Randy: Very good, kid. Now do it again.

*Outlaw manages to get back to the starting point without falling.*

Randy: Not bad. Now go faster.

*Day Twenty*

Randy: This is a practice dummy. I’ll be showing you the basics in offensive maneuvers. In addition to the drills, you will be doing these moves everyday.

Outlaw: I’m ready!

*Day Twenty-Five*

*Randy is off to the side watching his student’s progress with his arms crossed. Outlaw is running through the tires with speed. He then jumps into the ring and is able to run the ropes.*

Randy: Push-ups!

*Outlaw gets into position and readies himself. The weights are dropped hard but he is able to keep himself up.*

Randy: Do it!

*Outlaw begins. A little while later, one last weight is added. Randy himself. While Outlaw is doing the exercise, Randy stands atop the giant pile of weights. This is also the part where the song ends.*

Randy: Keep it up, kid.

Outlaw: Yes sir!!

Randy: Since you’re not going anywhere for a while I think now is a good time to go over the types of matches you can compete in.

*Randy motions to one of the other trainers. He tosses Randy a clipboard.*

Randy: Right. Obviously you’ll be in standard singles matches and the occasional tag team match. What I’ll be marking down are the specialty matches.

Outlaw: *Grunt* Sounds great!

Randy: Let’s see… Ladder match, cage match, and tank match.

Outlaw: Tank match?

Randy: Tank matches are for aquatic and amphibious reploids only. They don’t get to have too many of these so they always like to get a few more who can compete in it. It livens up the card.

Outlaw: Ok, sounds fun.

Randy: Sure is. Hey guys, we need a few more people up here. We need a bit more weight.

*More climb on top of the pile of weights. Outlaw strains a bit, but continues to do the push-ups.*

Randy: I’ll mark down Hardcore, Street Fight, and Falls Count Anywhere… Come to think of it, it’s basically the same match with different names. Inferno match is a good one.

Outlaw: Inferno?

Randy: They surround the ring in fire and sometimes light the ropes too. Sort of like when they take the ropes off and replace it with barbed wire. MORE WEIGHT!

*Even more get on.*

Outlaw: Are you sure about this?

Randy: You’ll be fine.

*The sound of breaking wood can now be heard. Randy and the other trainers jump off just before the floor gives way.*

*BAM!!*

Outlaw: Ow.

Randy: I think we’ll call it a day. I’ll have the floor fixed by tomorrow, which will be an important day. You and I are going to spar in the ring.

*The next day.*

Randy: Ok kid, this is how it’s going to work. We’re going to go over holds and counter holds. Your job is to counter what I do and attempt to knock me down. Each time I knock you down; you’ll owe me twenty push-ups and an extra round with the tires and jump rope. Got all that?

Outlaw: Yup! This is going to be fun; I actually get to wrestle a legend.

Randy: You won’t be able to keep hold of me long enough to make that claim just yet.

Outlaw: We’ll see about that.

*Outlaw lunges at Randy, who easily side steps him and trips him. Outlaw quickly gets up and tries a clothesline. Randy ducks and catches him in a side suplex. *

Randy: That’s forty so far. I guess you must really want to do more push-ups.

Outlaw: I’ll catch you yet!

*Several hours later.*

Randy: I think that’s enough for today. If we keep this up, you’ll owe me three days worth of push-ups.

Outlaw: *gasping*

Randy: You’ll get the hang of it eventually. You owe me a days worth of drills and exercise, and after that we’ll try this again.

Outlaw: Speaking of that, how much do I owe you for the training?

Randy: Listen kid, I was serious when I said I saw something in you. I don’t normally take students under my wing like this. So you don’t own me any money.

Outlaw: But there must be something I can do to repay you.

Randy: There is. I didn’t want to tell you this right away but this isn’t just for you. I want one last ride in the spotlight, even if it’s on the sidelines. I think you have a real shot at making it in this business and if that’s the case, I want to be there as your manager.

Outlaw: For all that you’ve been teaching me, I think that’s a fair trade.

Randy: Thanks kid. Don’t think that this means I’m going soft on you though. You still owe me for the beating you took.

Outlaw: Right. Say Randy, can I ask you something?

Randy: Shoot.

Outlaw: What happened to you? Why did everything change for you?

Randy: I made a lot of bad choices. I used illegal upgrades and I abused my body to such a degree that I couldn’t control myself anymore. I lost everything; money, fame, career; all gone. My family and friends left while they could, since I was unhealthy to be around.

Outlaw: How did you wind up here?

Randy: I managed to get clean and took a lot of tour dates. I saved up enough to open this gym. It’s all I have left in this world.

Outlaw: What about your family?

Randy: If there’s anything I’ve learned in this business, it’s this: Family only slows you down. Don’t you feel the same way?

Outlaw: I’m not sure what to think. I never felt that way about it before.

Randy: Forget about all that. Focus on what you’re doing now. Enough with this crap, go rest up. I expect you to be in top shape when we go to the P.R.W. Arena.

*Days later…*

Randy: You ready?

Outlaw: Let’s do this!

*Outlaw and Randy go hold for hold, counter for counter. Everything Randy does, Outlaw is able to reverse. If Randy tries a move, Outlaw is able to counter it. This goes on for a while until they come to a stand off. Randy claps his hands and laughs with approval.*

Outlaw: Yeah!

*Randy extends his hand. Outlaw goes to shake it but gets decked in the head.*

Randy: Never lower your guard! The match isn’t over until the ref says it is. Don’t forget that!

Outlaw: After getting hit so many times, how could I?

Randy: Kid, I think you’re ready to enter some competition. Take a few days off to recover. Then we go to the P.R.W. Arena for their tryout matches. With any luck you’ll get in.

Outlaw: How tough is it to get in?

Randy: Well, first the owner, Vince McMahondroid, has to like your look. Then you have to impress them by winning at least one match. Then, if they like your character and you have a bit of talent they’ll regularly book you to their events. Then you can compete for championships.

Outlaw: Sounds like it might be difficult.

Randy: Don’t worry about it. Now go shower up and get some sleep.

Outlaw: Show…er? What is this “shower” you speak of?

Randy: See? With a sense of humor like that, you’ll have no problems!

*That night…*

Outlaw: Zzzzzzz…

*Outlaw is in his hammock snoring loudly. The sewer is in total darkness. *

???: Outlaw.

Outlaw: *mumble-mumble*

???: Outlaw!

Outlaw: Huh?!

*Outlaw falls off the hammock. He looks around to try and find the source of the voice, but is unable to see anything.*

Outlaw: Whose there?

*A shadowy image of Nega appears.*

Nega: Outlaw.

Outlaw: Nega! You’re alive!

*Outlaw runs in her direction but does not gain any ground. She remains far away and the room is nothing but blackness.*

Outlaw: Is this a dream?

Nega: Your friends.

Outlaw: Huh?

Nega: Your friends are going to need you. They are in danger.

Outlaw: Danger? What kind of danger?

Nega: The time will come when you will have to act. Never forget who you are.

Outlaw: You’re not making sense. There is no more C:IA. I tried to keep it together but I failed. I’m no use to them anymore.

Nega: You will see.

Outlaw: Nega, is it really you?

Nega: Don’t worry about me. There are bigger things happening now.

Outlaw: What’s happening? What danger?

Nega: Beware the goat.

*Outlaw wakes up with a start, causing him to bash his head into the ceiling. He looks around while rubbing his head.*

Outlaw: Nega?

*There is a brief echo of his voice which turns into silence. After a few minutes, he lays back down.*

Outlaw: Beware the goat?

*A few days later at the arena.*

Randy: This is it! How do ya feel, kid?

Outlaw: For over a month I’ve been pushed to my physical limit and beaten to a pulp everyday.

Randy: And?

Outlaw: And surprisingly, I feel great! Better than great even!

Randy: The training is what does it. It makes you tougher, stronger, and harder to hurt.

Outlaw: I feel a lot more nimble too.

Randy: You give any thought on what you want your finishing move to be?

Outlaw: I was thinking about doing a splash from the top rope.

Randy: Ok. I’ll let the announcing team know.

Outlaw: Hey Randy, do you know anything about goats?

Randy: What the Hell are you babbling about?

Outlaw: Never mind.

Randy: Don’t get nervous, kid. It’ll mess with your head.

*They enter the locker room. There are lots of other reploids there attempting to make the tryout matches. *

Randy: I think we’re in luck. You’re bigger than most of the others.

Outlaw: Are you sure that’s really how it goes?

*Suddenly there is silence in the room as Vince McMahondroid makes his way through the room. He is looking at each reploid very carefully. He then stops in front of Outlaw.*

Vince: I see you’ve finally found yourself a rookie you are willing to bet on, Randy.

Randy: He’s sure to impress you Vince. Just give him a shot.

Vince: I like the look of you. You’re up first!

Outlaw: Thanks!

*Vince exits the locker room.*

Outlaw: That was easy.

Randy: What part of “They always push the big guy first” didn’t you get?

Outlaw: You know Vince?

Randy: He and I go way back. That’s not important right now. You have a match to get ready for.

Outlaw: Right! I’ll start warming up. Do you think you can find out who I’m up against?

Randy: I’ll see what I can do. I have to go tell the announcing crew who you are and that I’m going with you to the ring anyway. I’ll be back in a bit.

Outlaw: Gotcha.

*Randy leaves. Outlaw starts to get ready. He can hear the noise of the crowd as they pile into the arena. After a while Randy comes back.*

Outlaw: Any luck?

Randy: They’ve got our names, but they wouldn’t tell me who you’re up against.

Outlaw: That sucks.

Randy: I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle. Are you going to let an unknown stop you from your dreams? Are you going to let all that training be wasted?!

Outlaw: HELL NO!

Randy: Then get out there and give them all you’ve got.

*They make their way to the area where the backstage opens to the main arena. They are behind a curtain and can hear the crowd. The noise level goes down a bit as the in-ring announcer begins.*

Announcer: Ladies, Gentlemen, and Reploids! Welcome to the P.R.W. Arena!

*The crowd goes wild.*

Announcer: Pro Reploid Wrestling and Megalopolis in conjunction with our neighboring city Trumptopia are proud to present tonight’s event!

*The crowd gives a loud cheer!*

Announcer: We are going to be having tryout matches for future P.R.W. stars by having a tournament with these new competitors. The winner will become a regular here and as an added bonus, the current world champion has agreed to put the title on the line on Pay Per View! So not only will the winner become a part of the P.R.W. but gets a title shot as well!

Outlaw: Nice.

Announcer: First up, representing the “Bone Crusher Wrestling Gym” located right here in Megalopolis…

*The crowd cheers loudly for the hometown gym.*

Randy: This is it. Let’s do this, kid!

Outlaw: YEAH!!!!!

Announcer: Being accompanied to the ring by wrestling legend Randy “The Ram” Robinson, “The Big Green Machine” OUTLAW!

Outlaw: The what?

Randy: Catchy huh?

*The song “Ride the Lightning” by Metallica plays and the crowd cheers as Outlaw and Randy make their way to the ring. Randy gets on the apron and stands in the corner while Outlaw enters the ring.*

Randy: Good crowd tonight.

Outlaw: Do they cheer for everybody?

Randy: Sometimes. You have the hometown advantage so the crowd will be on your side.

Announcer: His opponent, representing Trumptopia’s “You’re Fired If You Lose Gym”…

*The crowd boos loudly.*

Announcer: He smashes, he bashes, and he sends his opponents to the scrap heap! He’s THE CRUSHER!!!!!

Randy: Uh-oh.

*The song “Stupify” by Disturbed plays.*

Outlaw: Is this bad?

Randy: Let’s put it like this; you know how the little guy is always brought out to let the big guy beat him up?

Outlaw: Yeah.

Randy: In this case, you’re the little guy.

Outlaw: What?!

*The Crusher has now emerged from the back. He is a massive, beast-like reploid that towers over all in the arena. He is almost as wide as the entrance way and he looks like he could wreck the place if he wanted to.*

Outlaw: I thought you and Vince went way back?

Randy: We do. I never said we were friends.

*The Crusher has entered the ring.*

Outlaw: This is so not fair.

Randy: Life never is. Tough luck, kid.

The Crusher: Me Crusher! Me crush puny lizard!

*The bell sounds, starting the match.*

Outlaw: Here goes nothing.

*Outlaw rushes in, but quickly has to dodge. The Crusher is so large that he takes up most of the ring. He is throwing punches but Outlaw is able to avoid them.*

The Crusher: Stand still! Me want crush you!

Outlaw: Ropes do your thing!

*Outlaw runs against the ropes and launches himself at The Crusher. He attempts to ram him with his shoulder, but is caught in a bear hug!*

Outlaw: Not… Good…

The Crusher: NOW! Me…*sniff* Me…*Sniff sniff* Me crush…

*The Crusher is wobbling. Having Outlaw so close to his face, he can’t help but smell what Outlaw has been sleeping in.*

The Crusher: You… Smelly.

Outlaw: If you think that’s bad, then check this out! BUUUUUUUURP!

*The Crusher falls over. Outlaw is on top and the ref counts to three.*

Announcer: Here is your winner… Outlaw!

*The crowd cheers loudly!*

Randy: I don’t know how the Hell you did it, but you did it!

Outlaw: Natural talent, I guess.

Randy: Just win your next two matches and you’ll earn a title shot on PPV!

Outlaw: No problem!

*The next two matches he was in allowed him to try out the skills he had learned. Outlaw was able to dominate the first opponent with a power-based wrestling style, using power bombs and clotheslines. The second opponent was closer in strength to him, so Outlaw changed his strategy to incorporate submission moves. He was able to perform his “Gator Splash” to much fan fare.*

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our newest P.R.W. competitor, Outlaw!

Outlaw: Yeah!

*The crowd cheers loudly!*

Randy: I knew you could do it, kid!

*Suddenly “This Machine” by Julien-K starts playing. The World Champion has appeared and is headed for the ring. The crowd boos him without mercy.*

Prototype John: So, you think you’re pretty tough? You’re nothing compared to me! I am the champ! You got lucky with these two-bit excuses for wrestlers. Hell, they aren’t even worth using as spare parts!

Outlaw: Calm down, dude. It looks like your going to pop a vessel or something.

Prototype John: SHUT IT! You don’t stand a chance against me. This Sunday, at Metal Doom, I’ll make you regret the day you put on that mask!

*Prototype John throws the microphone at Randy, and then storms out of the ring and to the back.*

Outlaw: What’s his problem?

Randy: He’s the guy Vince hand picked to be the main force in his promotion. He’s pissed because the fans hate him.

Outlaw: Why do the fans hate him?

Randy: Because Vince hand picked him, and gave him a mega push that never stopped. However, he is champ for a reason; he’s damn tough.

Outlaw: We have all week to get ready and there is no way I’m going to let him beat me. This is a dream come true for me, man. I never thought I’d get a chance to compete professionally, let alone have a chance to be world champion!

Randy: That’s the spirit, kid!

*After much training through the week, the big day finally arrives. The arena is sold out and the crowd is pumped to see the main event. Outlaw and Randy are in the locker room.*

Randy: How ya feelin’? You’re not nervous are you?

*Before Outlaw could answer, Vince comes in.*

Vince: Ah, there you are. I just wanted to wish you luck out there. Despite the fact that I hate having to look at Randy again, it’s been a while since we had a new wrestler that the fans seem to like. I think you’ll fit right in here with us.

Outlaw: Thanks Vince.

Vince: I also wanted to let you know that I’ve decided to make this match Anything Goes. That way Prototype John doesn’t have to hold back.

Randy: That doesn’t scare us! He can take it!

Vince: We’ll see.

*Vince leaves.*

Outlaw: Now I’m nervous.

Randy: Don’t be. You’ve trained too hard to let that stop you. If anything, this works in your favor since you don’t have to hold back either.

*They can now hear Outlaw’s music. They exit the locker room and head for the ring. Outlaw is focused and pays the announcer no mind. The crowd cheers for him and this gives him confidence. Randy stays on the outside of the ring while Outlaw climbs in. He waves to the crowd. This is a moment he has been dreaming about for a long time. He takes it all in. He also decides that win or lose, he will cherish this moment for the rest of his life. There is only a single regret on his mind.*

Outlaw: I wish the guys could see this.

*Prototype John’s music comes on and he struts to the ring. He is booed loudly but he doesn’t show signs of caring. He poses and holds the belt over his head. He then gets into the ring and stares at Outlaw.*

Announcer: This is the Metal Doom main event! This is an Anything Goes match for the World Championship!

Prototype John: I hope you brought a box to carry your teeth.

Randy: He’s going to make you eat those words!

*The bell sounds. Prototype John immediately slides out of the ring and smashes his title belt against Randy’s head, knocking him out cold. Outlaw goes to his fallen mentor.*

Outlaw: Randy!

Prototype John: That was from Vince. Though I admit I wanted to do that anyway. There’s going to be no help for you now.

Outlaw: I can take you on my own! You’ve pissed off the wrong guy!

*Outlaw grabs a chair and nails Prototype John in the head as he was rushing at him. John staggers but doesn’t go down. He gets back in the ring and dares Outlaw to follow. *

Prototype John: Don’t keep me waiting.

*Outlaw climbs in and they go at it. Each is landing hard punches. Outlaw starts to get the upper hand and backs John into a corner. The ref breaks them up. Outlaw backs away and was about to go back on the offensive when John springs from the corner and spears him down to the mat. *

Prototype John: How do you like that one, punk?!

Outlaw: That all you got?

*Outlaw is up and John tries the spear again. Outlaw counters with an arm bar takedown and follows it up with a leg drop. He goes for the cover but John kicks out at two. John hits a dropkick on Outlaw which sends him outside of the ring. As he stands back up, John leaps from the ring and lands on top of him. He goes for the cover and Outlaw kicks out at two.*

Prototype John: No one messes with me!

*He gives the crowd the finger which pisses them off even more. While he was distracted Outlaw trips him with his tail. He gets back in the ring with John following him. They punch each other some more. John hits a single leg take down and tries to lock on a submission maneuver but Outlaw makes it to the ropes. This forces John to release the hold. Pissed that the ref is doing his job, he argues with him.*

Prototype John: This is Anything Goes, remember?!

Ref: Basic rules still apply.

*John turns back around to face Outlaw and gets kicked in the gut. This allows Outlaw to hit a power bomb. Outlaw then runs against the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but misses.*

Prototype John: No more playing around.

*He grabs Outlaw by the tail and swings him over his head and slams him on the mat. He does this several times. Outlaw is slow to stand back up. When he finally gets to his feet he is brought back down again by a DDT.*

Prototype John: Time to end this.

*John lifts Outlaw on top of his shoulders. He then tosses him in the air and slams him hard with the added momentum. The crowd is booing hard. John grins and puts his foot on Outlaw. The ref starts to count but Outlaw kicks out. John is livid. This time he goes for a real cover and makes sure to hook the legs. Outlaw is able to kick out at two again.*

Prototype John: No one kicks out of that! NO ONE!

*John picks Outlaw up and tries his finishing move again, but Outlaw is able to shift his weight and crash down on John. He knocks him down with a clothesline and when John stands back up he hits him with a scoop slam. The crowd is going nuts.*

Outlaw: Try getting back up from this!

*Outlaw climbs to the top rope. He briefly looks around to see the crowd. Randy has gotten back up.*

Randy: DO IT, KID!

*Outlaw leaps off the top rope and hits John with the splash! The ref goes for the count. 1… 2… 3!!! The bell sounds and the match is over. The crowd is going insane!*

Announcer: Here is your winner, and NEW World Champion…OUTLAW!

*The ref hands Outlaw the championship belt. Randy enters the ring and is pumping his fists in victory. Outlaw is still stunned by the fact that he won.*

Randy: You did it!

*Prototype John has gotten back up, and now realizes what has happened. He kicks at the ropes.*

Prototype John: This isn’t over. I’ll get a rematch and it’s going to be soon. You can bet on it!

Outlaw: Any time you’re ready John.

*As John leaves the ring, Outlaw raises the belt to the crowd. They cheer for the new champion and chant his name.*

Outlaw: Thank you all!

*Some time later in the locker room, Outlaw is sitting at a bench, looking at the title belt. He has his bag with him and is using his towel.*

Randy: You did good, kid. You’ll be getting top booking now. And I get to be in the spotlight again.

Outlaw: That was a lot of fun.

Randy: Fun? This isn’t about fun.

Outlaw: It’s not? Then what is it about?

Randy: Fame and fortune of course!

Outlaw: I don’t really want those things. I just wanted to enjoy myself.

Randy: Whatever. The fact is you shocked the wrestling world tonight. You have a big future ahead of you. I’m going to head home. I’ll see you tomorrow to talk about it. Good night champ!

*Randy leaves. Outlaw is about to do the same when something falls out of his bag. He goes to pick it up. It’s the photo of his friends. He stares at it for a long time.*

Outlaw: I wish you could have seen me out there. I hope you’re all doing well. I always considered you guys more than friends. You were the only family I ever had.

The End

Enter the Assassin

*Written by Rebel4000*

*Late one night at the Code: Island Attacker’s former base, now Anti-Majin’s evil fortress…*

Anti: Blast it all!

Frank: What are you going on about?

Anti: Didn’t you watch the news, you fool? The CIA is still alive!

Frank: What!? How!?

Anti: Apparently some “huge epic battle of the ages” was recorded a few days ago with them being on it*.

*See Series 2, Epilogue #26 “Dissed in the Digital World (part 6)”

Frank: How could that be…? Our huge epic battle was supposed to be the huge epic battle of the ages*! Not their huge epic battle!

*See Series 2, Epilogue #19 “Dark Time”

Anti: It doesn’t matter. What does is that they are still alive when they should be dead! Do you have any idea what this means?

Frank: I am afraid to ask.

Anti: Plan time.

*And so the two super villains start to draw up plans to thwart the CIA once and for all.*

Frank: We could always just blast their new base out of the skies. Can you say “instant KO?”

Anti: Or we could alter the gravitational field surrounding them, causing them to go flying upwards into outer space!

Frank: Perhaps we could go over there and simply beat the snot out of them again. I mean… we did it before. We just have to get Ryouga for some back up and we’ll be all set.

Anti: We can’t.

Frank: Why not?

Anti: He got lost looking for the bathroom again.

Frank: That’s the fourth time this week!

Ryouga: *knocks a wall down* Uh… is this the bathroom?

Anti and Frank: …

Ryouga: Right. Carry on. *leaves*

Anti: Arrgh!! *tears up the paper they were drawing on* This is pointless! We’re never going to figure out a way to defeat them and they will eventually come back and try to stop our plans of causing mass chaos and destruction!

Frank: Now, now, Anti. There is still hope yet. Let’s take a look in this old book that I found. *holds up a small, black book*

Anti: What the heck is that thing?

Frank: It was made hundreds of years ago–I’m not really certain who wrote it. Anyway, this book contains some pretty useful stuff… surely we can use this to destroy the CIA!

Anti: Let me see that. *takes the book and flips through some pages* Yes… yes! It’s all right here! With this those fools will finally be put in their place! Mwahahahah!!

*The following day, at a local gas station…*

Clerk: Okay, say that one more time, dude.

Void: We want to know if you have fuel for a Whale King.

Clerk: And uh… what’s a Whale King again?

Sean: It’s our ship.

Shadowstrike: A Zoid.

Outlaw: And it’s really, really big.

Rebel: It’s right outside if you wanna take a look at it.

*The clerk turns to look out the window, only to see a massive blue ship sitting on top the gas pumps, crushing them and causing oil to spew everywhere. Outside Metabad and Majin are running around in a circle next to it.*

Metabad and Majin: WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Rebel: Ain’t she a beaut?

Clerk: Uh…

Dark Knight: He must be amazed by the paint job.

*Everyone nods in agreement.*

Clerk: Well, thing is dudes, is that you kinda crushed the gas pumps.

Void: And?

Clerk: Well that’s gonna cost a lot of money to fix.

Shadowstrike: You’re right. Sorry that you have waste your paycheck on that.

Clerk: Hey, wait a sec…

Rebel: Let’s go team!

*The Island Attackers leave, leaving only the clerk to stand there dumbfounded. Outside the CIA get ready to leave.*

Rebel: Okay, so here’s the game plan: We’re gonna grab some buckets and nab as much fuel as possible.

Outlaw: *pounds his stomach* Heh, I’ve got enough storage in here to last a lifetime. *sticks his mouth on a pipe and sucks in all of the oil*

Sean: That’s just gross.

Outlaw: *gets back up* Eh, you kinda get used to it after awhile. *smacks his lips* Mmm, tastes just like momma’s homemade soup.

Void: So, is there anything we’re forgetting before we move on?

Dark Knight: You mean last minute stops?

Void: Well, we’re flying around on a ship most of the time now. You’ve gotta enjoy these stops.

Metabad: OOH!! OOH!! I KNOW A PLACE WHERE WE CAN GO!!

Void: *ignoring Metabad* Anyone? …Please?

Rebel: Void! I see you over there, ignoring a fellow teammate. For shame. *to Metabad* Where do you wanna go Metabad?

Metabad: Oman, it’s gonna rawk.

Rebel: Well, duh. I could tell you that.

Metabad: I wanna go to…

*At Toys ‘R’ Us*

Void: You’ve gotta be kidding me.

Metabad and Rebel: QUIET!!

Majin: *holding a teddy bear* ur teh bestest frend i ever had *hic*

Teddy Bear: *talking* I love you mommy.

Sean: *to Void* Well, it COULD be… I mean, it’s not too bad, Void. We’ve got a video game section.

Void: True.

Outlaw: *is covered by a pile of four year olds* So uh, guys, how long are we staying here?

Shadowstrike: Ask Rebel and Metabad.

Rebel: *tearing open an action figure*

Worker: Sir, you have to pay for that.

Rebel: Bite my shiny metal ass!

Metabad: D00D!! That rawked! *rawks*

Rebel: *rawks*

Outlaw: *has more kids pile on top of him* They… they like me! They really like me! *they then start to leave* W-wait! Come back! Is it the smell? Is it not strong enough!? TELL ME!!

Dark Knight: *sees the kids inching towards him* Oh… HELL no. Get these little freaks away from me! *runs*

Majin: TED WILL SAVE YOU!! *throws the bear at DK, hitting him in the face*

Teddy Bear: I love you mommy.

Dark Knight: Up yours! *takes the bear and rips his head off*

Majin: NOOOOOOOO!! *cries hysterically*

Void: Okay, that’s it. We are leaving. Shadow, get Metabad.

Shadowstrike: Right! *runs over and grabs Metabad by the collar and takes off*

Metabad: THIS DOESN’T RAAAAAAAAaaaaawk…

Rebel: Hey, Void, what do you think you’re doing?

Void: No more fun and games Rebel. I’m taking you down!

Rebel: You’ll never take me alive, coppah!

Void: *ensares Rebel in a Silk Shot*

Rebel: I’M DOWN!! I’M DOWN!! METABAD YOU WILL HAVE TO AVENGE ME!!

Metabad: *comes crawling back with Shadow holding onto him* FOR THE SUPER AWESOME FIGHTING FORCE!!

Shadowstrike: Help me, Outlaw!

Outlaw: Okay, okay. *lays on top of Metabad, pinning him*

Metabad: HELP!! I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP!!

Sean: C’mon, you guys. Do we have to settle things like this? People are starting to stare.

Void: More like they’re looking at DK getting attacked by the hordes of kids.

Dark Knight: They’re everywhere! Everywhere, I tell you! *is dogpiled*

Majin: *still crying over Ted*

*Suddenly an explosion rocks the store. Over in the distance, a group of familiar-looking Reploids greets the CIA in the newly made hole in the wall…*

Outlaw: The X-Hunters!

Agile: Well, well! If it isn’t the Island Attackers!

Serges: We knew that if we came here we’d find you… my tracking device never fails me!

Violen: What!? I thought we were here to buy some more stuffed animals–*is slapped*

Agile: You don’t know what you’re talking about!

Void: So, I take it you want to tango with us?

Shadowstrike: *coughs*

Void: What?

Shadowstrike: Tango, Void? Tango? Is that the best you could come up with?

Void: Be quiet, you. Since Rebel is currently… preoccupied, I must take the mantle of leader momentarily.

Dark Knight: *beneath the pile of kids* Sounds like mutiny to me!

Void: It’s not! I am just the obvious choice for second-in-command!

Sean: Funny, I always assumed that Rebel would put Metabad as No. 2…

Metabad: YEAH!!

Agile: Umm…

Void: Oh, c’mon! Even Rebel has more brains than that.

Outlaw: Yeah, about that Void… We’ve known him for how long, now?

Serges: Uh…

Void: That’s beside the point. If Rebel wanted this team to survive in case something were to happen to him, he’d want it in the hands of someone capable! Someone… like me!

Shadowstrike: But Rebel isn’t even capable himself and yet the team has survived for over three years now…

Rebel: You guys do realize that I am right here, right?

Void: *ignores Rebel* Again, that is completely beside the point–

Violen: *screaming* STOP IGNORING UUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!

*Everyone turns to stare at Violen.*

Agile: Whoa… I didn’t think he had the lungs to scream like that…

Serges: I think I heard the windows crack…

Metabad: Definitely doesn’t rawk.

Violen: It could easily rawk! Actually, no, that’s not quite right. What I mean to say is, that it doesn’t necessarily rawk, but at the same time it’s not completely awful

Agile: Enough of this! It’s time to get down to business!

Void: Here they come! Island Attackers, attack!

*Before anything can happen, however, a blue aura surrounds the store, causing everyone to freeze in place minus the Island Attackers and X-Hunters.*

Serges: Huh?

Shadowstrike: What’s going on?

Dark Knight: *explodes from the pile of kids* Hah! Thought they had me, did they!? Well I showed you fools! Hahahahah!!

Sean: *studying the blue surrounding* This is a highly advanced magic field…

Rebel: *rips free from the Silk Shot* So what are you saying? We’re trapped?

Outlaw: *gets off of Metabad* Looks like it, boss bug.

Metabad: *getting up* Definitely doesn’t rawk.

Violen: *crying* STOP SAYING THAAAAAAAT!!

Sean: Someone must have lured us into this.

Agile: Way to figure it out, genius!

???: You are not as stupid as you all seem.

Outlaw: Who said that?

*A man materializes out of thin air. He was tall and lean, wearing all black with long, blond hair put into a ponytail. His eyes were two colors–one a blood red and the other an icy blue.*

Rebel: Who the Hell are you?

???: My name is of no importance to a walking dead man.

Rebel: *clenches fists* What did you say!?

???: Hmph, very well… The name is Yuber. I have been sent by Anti-Majin to exterminate you.

Majin: huh… Anti know we live?

Yuber: Apparently you all left quite a show that was broadcasted worldwide the other day… Yes, I must thank you for such a wonderful display of carnage.

Metabad: So does this mean you won’t kill us ’cause we just rawk at carnage like that?

Yuber: No.

Metabad: Damn.

Void: Why are you siding with Anti-Majin, though? He’s trying to rule the world! …I think.

Yuber: Because by attempting to do so he will cause large amounts of destruction. Even if he fails… destruction will still result. I thirst for the bloodshed…

Violen: But that’s not very human-like…

Yuber: Right again. I’m not some mere flesh and blood human that you are all used to seeing. I am immortal–I have lived for countless centuries watching this pitiful world continue playing it’s pitiful role… and everytime a chance for this planet to suffer arises I have been there to help assist it.

Outlaw: That’s… just not right…

Yuber: Which is exactly why I’m here now. Anti-Majin told me that if I were to kill you all his plans for a global takeover would speed up, and as you all know, the sooner he commences with part two of his plan the sooner we get to see some people die.

Rebel: So here you are… getting ready to finish us off. Is that it?

Yuber: Precisely… I see that as leader you do have some brains after all.

Dark Knight: You call yourself immortal… but I will prove to you otherwise!

Majin: *sober* And you said you worked for Anti. We won’t let you stop us!

Yuber: Strong words for someone afraid of kids and another a drunk. Very well then. *draws two long, thin swords from his sleeves* Prepare for the end.

Rebel: All right, let’s go do this! Island Attackers… ATTACK!!

Serges: Wait!

Everyone: Huh?

Agile: *pulls out a beam saber* So you guys are just gonna fight each other while we stand back and watch? I don’t think so!

Shadowstrike: What are you idiots going on about–

Serges: We are sick of being treated like third-rate villains! We’ll take this guy down by ourselves, and then we’ll defeat you, Island Attackers!

Violen: What he said!

Yuber: Hmph… what fools. Very well, then. Prepare to meet your maker.

*The three X-Hunters charge at Yuber, weapons drawn. Before they make impact, however, the demon disappears and reappears behind them.*

Yuber: Too slow.

Serges: Wha–AAAGH!! *has his arm sliced off*

Agile: Serges! *swings his saber*

Yuber: *parries* Do you honestly think you can defeat me, Reploid? *knocks Agile’s sword out of his hands* They always say ignorance is bliss. Unfortunately for you, that will not be the case.

Agile: What!?

Yuber: *cuts Agile in half*

Agile: Gagh!! *crumples to the floor*

Violen: CUTTTTTTTTTT ITTTTTTTTT OUTTTTTTTTTTT PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!! *swings mace at Yuber*

Yuber: *dodges and grabs the chain* “Cut it out?” The Reploid was so weak… the power of my blade sliced through him like butter. I didn’t even try. *pulls the chain and flings Violen*

Violen: AAHHH!! *crashes into Serges, crushing him*

Yuber: You three bore me. *turns to walk away but stops* What the…!?

Agile: *holding onto Yuber’s ankle* W-wait… another round…

Yuber: You don’t seem to comprehend what has just happened. Here… allow me to make it more clear. *stabs Agile in the head*

CIA: !!!

Violen: Agile! Serges! NOOOOOOOO!!

Yuber: And you… your screaming has gotten on my last nerve. Time to say goodnight.

*With a flick of his wrist, Violen is suddenly struck with a bolt of lightning, causing him to scream in pain as his circuits are fried. A minute passes afterward, with no movement coming from the X-Hunters mangled remains.*

Sean: He… he killed them… He really killed them!!

Rebel: You monster! They weren’t even a challenge for you and you still slaughtered them!

Yuber: Why do you care? After all, they were your enemies. If anything you should be thankful that I was eliminating such nuisances for you.

Dark Knight: I’ve gotten sick and tired of this guy…

Yuber: If you think you can fare better than the three stooges, then please be my guest…

Rebel: Right. Island Attackers… KICK HIS ASS!!

Outlaw: Spin Wheel! *unleashes a pair of wheels at Yuber*

Yuber: *quickly moves*

Shadowstrike: Sonic Slicer! *releases a blade*

Yuber: *steps to the side*

Void: Silk Shot! *fires a ball of junk*

Yuber: *easily dodges*

Sean: Crystal Shot!

Metabad: Speed Burner!

Yuber: *dodges again*

Rebel: Magnet Mine!

Majin: Strike Chain!

Yuber: *moves out of the way*

Dark Knight: Enough of this! Bubble Splash! *opens his mouth and fires a stream of bubbles*

Yuber: *doesn’t move at all as the bubbles float gently past him* …Is that all? How disappointing.

Dark Knight: Why you…!! *creates his energy pincers and lunges at Yuber*

Yuber: My turn.

*Yuber runs toward Dark Knight and quickly moves to the side, using one of his swords to slash the CIA member’s side, making him come crashing to the ground. He then leaps and teleports directly in front of Outlaw and slashes him in the chest, making him fall back, and then quickly runs over to Void and attacks him, slicing his wings clean off, causing him to land face first on the floor.*

Sean: He’s fast!

Rebel: You won’t get away with this! *pulls out multiple shurikens and flings them at Yuber*

Yuber: Too late for that. *dodges and gets behind Magna, piercing one of his swords through his tail and ultimately his midsection*

Rebel: Gah!! *collapses*

Metabad: Nooo, not my rawkin buddy! *ignites his blue flames* I’ll get you for that! *charges*

Yuber: *attemps to get out of the way but gets punched in the face, knocking his hat off* …Not bad. You actually managed to hit me. I suppose it’s time to throw off the kid gloves, then.

Void: Ugh… Metabad! Get away from him! NOW!!

Metabad: What?

Yuber: Experience true power… my Eight Devil Rune! *launches himself forward, creating several afterimages as he attacks Metabad from all sides*

Metabad: AHHH!! *is badly beaten up*

Void: METABAD!!

Outlaw: No!!

Yuber: *finishes and knocks Metabad to the side next to Rebel* Who else wants to waste my time?

Dark Knight: *is back up* Grr… he’s fast… and strong.

Outlaw: It’s almost like that time when Anti, Frank, and Ryouga beat us only it’s just one of him.

Majin: We need to come up with something, and quick.

Sean: I’ve got it!

Void, Outlaw, Dark Knight, Majin, Shadowstrike: What?

Sean: He focuses mainly on speed, right? Well if I use my powers I can slow him down.

Void: Good thinking. I’ll move in and distract him. Everyone else, you make sure Sean can finish and when he does, move in for the finishing blow!

Dark Knight: Ugh… I think I’m wasted… I don’t think I can help much…

Void: Don’t worry about it. We can handle this. You just rest and watch Rebel and Metabad. All right… time to do this!

Outlaw: Good luck, man.

Shadowstrike: Don’t die.

Void: Will do. *walks up to Yuber* If you think you’ve beaten us then you’re mistaken.

Yuber: Hmph. I see no reason to fear you. Even if you aren’t human you Reploids are still… so pathetically weak.

Void: Oh yeah? Then let me show you something! *extends his hands forward and fires a powerful beam of light*

Yuber: What the–!? *moves but is hit in the shoulder* Argh! You will pay for that… with your lives! *hand begins to glow*

Void: *turns to Sean* Sean, now!

Sean: I’m on it! *releases a blast that ends up slowing Yuber down*

Yuber: W-what is this…? I can hardly move…

Majin: *uses his chains to tie Yuber’s hands behind his back* Everyone! Get him!

Outlaw: *attacks with Spin Wheel*

Yuber: *is slashed up by the wheel* Ugh!!

Shadowstrike: Now to finish this! *runs up to Yuber and kicks him square in the gut*

Yuber: Oof! *goes flying back and hits the ground*

Outlaw: We did it!

Shadowstrike: Oh yeah, I got him all right. Did you guys see that sweet finishing blow?

Void: Good job back there, Sean.

Majin: Yeah, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have been able to tie him down.

Shadowstrike: I hate you all.

Sean: We can celebrate later–We need to check up on our fallen comrades first.

*The remaining CIA members get Rebel and Metabad. In a few minutes they are concious again.*

Metabad: Ow… that was definitely not rawkin.

Rebel: *playing with the whole in his stomach* This is going to hurt in the morning.

Void: *has his wings underneath his arm* Speak for yourself.

Rebel: So… what about the X-Hunters?

Sean: *walks up to Rebel* I was just checking them out. Their life signs… it’s gone.

Rebel: *wide-eyed* You mean they really are…?

Outlaw: Man… I didn’t think that they’d become casualties in this mess, too…

Majin: It was always them and us, after all.

*The older members are all silent for a moment, remembering their past struggles with the villainous team.*

Void: *changing the topic* Anyway, why is this aura still surrounding us?

Majin: He’s right… it’s still here. The people are still frozen too.

Dark Knight: *busy kicking a kid* Take this! And that! Mwahahah!!

Outlaw: Guys… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

Rebel: Yeah… Say, what did you do with that Yuber guy’s body?

Shadowstrike: Huh?

Rebel: The body. It’s not there anymore.

Void: We didn’t touch it.

Dark Knight: Then… that means–

*Dark Knight is cut short as a sword plunges through his body and then slowly taken out.*

Rebel: Dark Knight!

Dark Knight: I’m… okay… *passes out*

Metabad: AHHH!! IT’S THE MAN IN BLACK!!

Yuber: I told you I was immortal. Did you think some kick was going to stop me?

Shadowstrike: (You weren’t acting all that cool when I actually DID it, bitch.)

Rebel: You bastard… you will pay for what you have done! Island Attackers… ATTACK!!

Yuber: …Not today.

CIA: Huh?

Yuber: You are stronger than I gave you credit for… It might be more fun to have this battle when you are actually ready.

Majin: So does this mean that we actually have a fighting chance?

Yuber: What are you talking about? Your deaths will be served by my hands. I just wanted to say farewell for now… as I gave you all a lovely parting gift. *kicks Dark Knight’s body over to the CIA*

Outlaw: How could you!?

Yuber: Consider yourselves lucky. *takes a step back* Island Attackers, the next time we meet is when you are lead down a fiery path of destruction.

Rebel: Wait!!

*As Rebel reaches out for Yuber, a black portal opens up beneath the enigmatic man and pulls him in before closing. The rest of the members can only look in shock. Immediately the aura disappears and time resumes once more.*

Rebel: He’s… gone…

Void: *puts a hand on Rebel’s shoulder* Rebel… let’s get back to the base. We need to tend to Dark Knight.

Rebel: …Yeah…

*The Island Attackers solemnly head back to the Whale King. Elsewhere, Yuber is reporting what happened to Anti.*

Anti: So, what you are basically saying is that you failed to destroy them?

Frank: How completely useless.

Ryouga: I don’t even know what’s going on around here…

Anti: My plans! I need those CIA goons dead once and for all! I need to wipe them out so I can–

Yuber: The plan hasn’t changed. Let me handle the CIA. You can just keep focusing on your end of the bargain.

Anti: Ergh… right. Well, you just better make certain that it doesn’t happen again. After all, I’m the one who summoned you!

Yuber: But of course.

Frank: *suspicious* Anti… I think we should keep an eye on him…

Yuber: There is no need to concern yourselves over me–I am more than happy to assist your cause because of the outcome. So, please, do not mind me… and I will continue fighting the Island Attackers for as long as necessary.

The End

 

Bride of Frankenploid

*Written by Void Darkheart*

*One evening, in a bar where everyone knows your name and wants your head for the price that’s on it (known as Head Chop for those that are truly curious), Morph Moth of the team Code: Island Attackers is currently sharing a table with everyone’s favorite Boba Fett cosplayer, Vile.*

Void: Okay Vile, I know we had our… disagreements in the past…

Vile: If you call me wanting to crush your skull into a fine dust and then use your wings as my new means of flight a disagreement…

Void: *coughing a bit* Yes, well… given what happened in the past, I’m not too surprised you’re still wanting me dead.

Vile: You tried to turn me into a toaster-slash-toilet!

Void: How was I supposed to know that those were your parts? It was all junk!

Vile: It was in a crate labeled “Vile’s Parts! Do Not Touch!” in fifteen different languages.

Void: All of which was painted over in a disgusting shade of green…

Vile: Just get on with it Moth!

Void: Well fine. Simply put… you know my skills, especially pertaining to junk and spare parts. Well I just want you to give me some of AM’s spare parts, a bit of funding, and I’ll design you a warrior the likes of which you have never seen before!

Vile: You’re saying you can turn spare parts from those worthless half wits into a single competent warrior?

Void: I guarantee you will not be disappointed Vile. You know what they say. You don’t want to get on the bad side of B… Vile.

Vile: Very well then. I expect results within a month. Otherwise…

*Vile then left a pile of money on the table, quickly getting up and leaving.*

Void: No problem Vile… and with this cash, the team shouldn’t have any problems meeting any of the bills for the next month.

*Two Months Later, In Morph’s Lab*

Void: *working away some at his computer* A few adjustments here… three more firewalls here… And done! With that, I now have a program that can be used in… um…

*Morph turns around and faces a large object underneath a tarp*

Void: I can’t really call you Frankenploid MkII… that would be a bit too obvious, and the original Frankenploid would want to kill me all that more…

Rebel: How about Francine?

Void: That’s perfect! It even fits in with the fact that it will act like a female!

*Morph quickly starts to put in the name into the program before stopping and looking over at Magna*

Void: Pray tell how you got in here?

Rebel: You left the door open. Care to explain what you’re doing making another Frankenploid?

Void: *shrugged a bit, taking the program disk out and heading over to the tarp* Making some quick cash off of Vile, mainly. This thing is like, ten times worse than Frank is, and I mean that she’d be a push over if we ever had to fight.

Rebel: *nods a bit* So you’re conning money out of one of the many people who would want us dead?

Void: It wouldn’t be the first time. I’ve conned Serges out of more money than he could ever dream of having. Why just last week I managed to pin the Internet’s crash and subsequent five day downtime on him. He’ll be broke for EONS!

*A few minutes later, after a sufficient period of laughter, and in the Whale King’s Repair Bay…*

Dark Knight: So is there a reason why you called us all together?

Outlaw: *dressed up in an armor of what appears to be toilets and a very foul stench* Oh, Void always does this when he’s about to unveil his latest invention.

Shadowstrike: Last time he did this, we all switched bodies*…

*See Series 2, Epilogue #16 “Opposite Day”

Sean: And given he made Frankenploid, that sort of makes his track record 0-2 right now…

Void: Hey! What about that automatic cookie maker I debuted prior to our base being destroyed?

Rebel: Just get on with the unveiling of this monstrosity, Void!

*Sighing, Void went and pulled a large cloth off of the object next to him.*

Void: BEHOLD! FRANCINE!

Francine: *Belch* When is dinner?

Dark Knight: What kind of monstrosity is this?

*Francine growled, and quickly rushed over to unleash a fury of punches on the crab.*

Rebel: Damn it… Island Attackers, attack!

*In a flash, the entire team unleashed all of their attacks on Francine and DK. Fortunately for DK, he survived and was missed by Outlaw’s attacks. Francine, on the other hand, was a charred, scorched, cut up husk laying on the ground*

Francine: W-what… what diddddd I dddddo?

Rebel: Void, explain, now!

Void: Simple. Francine here is just a pile of junk. Even Majin could beat her when his blood is nothing more than alcohol.

Shadowstrike: So you didn’t make a weapon of mass destruction?

Void: Nope. Besides, with Frank, Anti-Majin, and that other yahoo with them, the last thing we need is me creating another unstoppable creation.

Metabad: So when can we get to RAWKING?

Sean: And why did you make her?

Void: Rock away if you wish, Meta, and as for her creation… we needed money for bills and repairs, so she’s being sold to Vile as his newest, and strongest, soldier.

*Meta goes off to rawk while the rest of the team process Void’s words.*

Void: For now, she’ll be fine and we’ll just test her out for a bit. You know, make sure she doesn’t try to destroy us and all.

*The next morning…*

Outlaw: Rebel, Francine’s hogging the TV…

Rebel: Do I look like I’m your babysitter? Just punch her in the face and be done with it.

Outlaw: But… but she’s a girl… I think…

Void: Outlaw, Francine is a walking pile of junk. If there is anything female in that thing, then its almost pure coincidence.

Outlaw: Oh? Alright then. *wanders off*

Sean: Are you sure that she’s okay? She is made out of discarded parts…

Void: Sean, I can make her out of quality parts, but why bother? This is just to fleece Vile out of money, remember?

Sean: Its not that… I meant mentally. All those parts have to be at conflict with each other.

Void: Its not a problem. Now for the last time don’t…

Shadowstrike: *walks into the area* Say, guys… why is there a large hole in the side of the ship?

Rebel: Better question, how did a large hole get into the side of the ship with out us knowing about it?

Void: Stealth explosives?

Sean: Aren’t explosives supposed to be loud though?

Void: No, you see, I’ve been working on…

Rebel: So you’re saying someone in our ship busted a hole out of it?

Void: Maybe… but who?

Outlaw: *walking back to the rather enlarging group* Hey! Francine’s gone now.

*Morph’s eyes went wide, or as wide as they could, when he heard Gator’s words.*

Void: Guys! We need to find her! NOW!

Rebel: What did you do this time Void?

Void: Well… in about… an hour at best, she’ll explode due to not being on the ship as she’s supposed to be.

Shadowstrike: And we’re worried about her exploding… why?

Void: Because if we don’t stop her, not only will we get blamed for whoever she harms and/or kill, Vile will come hunting us for our heads.

Sean: Don’t you mean your head?

Void: You think such a thing would keep Vile from taking everyone’s head?

Rebel: He’s right. Come on, we’ve got to go clean up his mess now.

*In the nearest city…*

Francine: I’m nothing more than a worthless pile of junk to them, am I? I’ll show them! I’ll be the best thing this town has ever seen!

*With a roar, she went to throw a punch, one that seemed to be heading straight for the big, red, massive form of the X-Hunter Violen. A punch that hit and, after a moment, caused Francine to cry out in pain*

Violen: *looks over and at Francine* Hm? What was that? A gust of wind? Please tell me that wasn’t your best…

Francine: Yes… it was actually…

Violen: Pathetic! That was worse than what me and the rest of the X-Hunters–

Francine: X-Hunters? You’ve got to help me get revenge on the Island Attackers!

Violen: *blinks some, looking at the junk pile* Wha? What do you mean? Well, I guess I could introduce you to the others… we’re already about as far down in the pecking order as you can get…

*A few minutes later, in a dumpster behind a dumpster at the back of a warehouse of dumpsters…*

Serges: Violen… what is this junk pile doing in our base?

Violen: The lady wants us to help her get revenge on the Island Attackers.

Agile: It’s a lady now, and what makes you think we can even do that? For that matter, why do you seem rather… intelligent lately?

Serges: Ah, now that’s a good question. You see, my guess is, with out that insipid show to watch every day…

Violen: HEY! ‘I Love Lucy’ is not an insipid show!

Serges: *stares at Violen for a bit* As I was saying… with out watching it every day, it was bound to happen that he would, eventually, regain some intelligence.

Agile: So we just need a TV that plays a show twenty-four hours, seven days a week.

Francine: Or you three can help me destroy the Island Attackers…

Serges: What are you still doing here you junk pile?

Francine: I’m not a junk pile…

Agile: You are too and now get out of our secret base!

Francine: But this is just a dumpster…

Rebel: Which is an appropriate place for trash such as the X-Hunters.

*Magna’s sudden appearance and words caused the X-Hunters to jump back in surprise and shock while Francine calmly turned around to face him.*

Francine: Hey! Get out of our secret base!

Serges: She’s not really with us… you can take her away. We weren’t planning on doing anything evil… today at least.

Void: Oh, we’re not here for you three, as much as I’d enjoy making your life even more miserable Serges…

Metabad: But we’re going to rawk out of here with our gal there!

Rebel: Sean, if you will…

*Nodding, Sean quickly activated his time slow, slowing Francine and the X-Hunters down, leaving the rest of the Island Attackers ample time to grab the Female Frankenploid and teleport themselves back to the base.*

Violen: Well, that was anti-climatic.

Serges: Stop using big words. The universe might implode.

*Later that same week, after Morph had finished the tests on Francine…*

Void: Well, I have to say, it seems like everything is going to be fine now. We get to ship you off now girl.

Francine: You mean you all don’t want me?

Rebel: No, its more we want to stay in one piece in case Morph there does something stupid again.

Void: You wound me Magna…

Sean: Either way, its not that we don’t want you, Francine, but just that matters prior to your awakening state that we have to give you up.

Francine: You know… if you are just jealous of my power, you could say so.

Metabad: You can’t rawk as hard as I or Rebel!

*Before Francine could reply, Morph quickly hit a button, teleporting her out of the base*

Void: And that’s that. I do hope that Blackbelt and the rest of AM have prepared by now.

Rebel: Wait… she is still primed to go off?

Void: No. She’ll just fall to pieces. I took the bomb out when I realized how difficult it would be to explain such a thing.

Dark Knight: Why haven’t we replaced the Moth by now?

Rebel: Because we’re all just as crazy and insane as he is?

*Morph chuckled a bit as he flew off to the lab*

Void: Anyway… that’s the last of that… no more Frankenploids, ever.

*Meanwhile, just outside the Alpha Movement base, or a reasonable facsimile of it…*

Vile: Finally! A warrior with which to make me proud!

Francine: Hm? You mean you know I’m powerful?

Vile: Of course! That moth fears me too much to…

*It was at this point that Francine began to shudder violently, causing Vile to back up some. A few seconds later and Francine quickly fell apart into a pile of junk.*

Vile: That… moth will pay for this…

The End

Dark Time

*By Rebel4000*

 

*It was a normal day in the Code: Island Attackers island base. However, the main theme wasn’t there, nor was it in the daytime. Instead, it was elsewhere, deep within the center of Megalopolis…*

???: Is everyone here?

Frank: I am.

???: What about the boy?

Frank: *Shrugs* Guess he got lost again.

???: Damn it all! We can’t afford any mistakes this late in the game!

Frank: Yeah, yeah. Sorry about all of that. But, hey, at least we managed to eliminate the major competition, eh?

???: …I suppose…

Frank: Why the heck are you still all shrouded in mystery, anyway?

???: What do you mean?

Frank: Well, no offense, but it HAS been since the end of the last series*.

*See Series 1, Epilogue #13 “Game Over”

???: Bah. I will make my grand appearance once that blasted boy shows up on time for once!

Frank: Should I go find him?

???: Just hurry it up. I’m already six epilogues behind schedule!

*Now, it was the next day, at the CIA’s base. The members were all in the kitchen, eating.*

Rebel: Mm-mmm. This sure is some good stuff.

Void: I’ll say. Who did made it today? Shadowstrike?

Shadowstrike: Dude, I’ve been at the table this whole time.

Rebel: Tuna?

Deathtuna: *Under the table, sucking on his thumb*

Void: Please tell me that Majin decided to put beer in this.

Outlaw: *Walks into the room* Hey guys! Sure am glad you enjoy my cooking so much. Boy, was I getting scared that you all would never get used to eating–

Rebel and Void: *Throws up*

PBX: Yay! Dry heaves!

Ghaleon: *Puts the dishes in the dishwasher* So, what’s on todays schedule? Saving the trees?

Rebel: …Trees? I thought they were all cut down years ago.

Ghaleon: No! That’s only what they WANT you to think! There are still real trees out there! It’s all a conspiracy set up by the government!

Phoenix Wright: HE’S LYING DAMN IT AND I CAN PROVE IT!!

CIA: …

Phoenix: What? He is. And I can. *flashes his attorney badge* Phoenix Wright. Attorney at law. Call me if you ever need any help. *leaves*

Void: As much as I love random characters popping out of nowhere, I figured today would be a great day to just go and…

PBX: Are we going to the beach?!

Void: Clean.

PBX: Ooooooh. I see. I need to go take a bath first. I got ya. *winks and runs off*

Outlaw: Ew. Clean. That word is awful.

Ghaleon: I think it’s nice.

Void: That it is!

Rebel: *Shoves Void out of the way* Whatever! I’m not cleaning! I’m my own man! It’s either my way or the highway, and I’m choosing both, because that’s where I’m headed. *grabs a coke and leaves*

Deathtuna: *Wakes up* Yawn, that was a good nap. *goes back to sleep*

Shadowstrike: So, um… should we go after him?

Void: Nah. We’ve got a base to clean!

Majin: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY WILL NOT TAKE ME BACK *rolls along the floor screaming*

PBX: *Runs out with an innertube on* I’M READY!!

Void: *Slaps self*

*In downtown Megalopolis…*

Rebel: Hmm, what to do, what to do, what to do… say, I’ve got an idea! Lemme check out the movie theater. Maybe they’ll have something good! *goes to the theater* Excuse me! I’ll have one ticket for… wow. Star Wars Episode Thirty? Didn’t know they would pump money out all the way to that episode. Sounds pretty interesting! I’ll take it!

Clerk: *Hands him the ticket*

*Ten minutes later*

Obi-Wan: Now remember, Luke. The power of the Force must be strong within you.

Rebel: No shit, sherlock.

Luke: No shit, sherlock.

Rebel: …When the heck does a Star Wars character cuss?

Luke: *Proceeds to screw Leia*

Rebel: *Gouges his eyes* AAAAAGGGGGHH OH MY GOD MY VIRGIN EYES!! *runs outside* What was that… that… THAT?! *looks at the poster* Wait a sec, that wasn’t a Star Wars 30! That was a freakin’ porno! Oh my God… I will never be able to look at Star Wars the same way again… *shudders uncontrollably*

Frank: Where are we now?

Rebel: Huh? *looks out the window*

Ryouga Hibiki: *Pulls out a map* Well, according to this map, we should be somewhere in Tokyo…

Frank: Gimme that map. *takes it away and looks at it* …You idiot! This is a map of Kentucky!

Ryouga: I was wondering why the oceans were named Ohio and Tennessee…

Frank: We’re six–count ’em, SIX–epilogues off schedule, and here we are: lost! Lost, I tell you! Oh, why couldn’t we have found someone who didn’t have a piss-poor sense of direction?!

Ryouga: Hey, wait a minute! It’s not like I asked for any of this to happen!

Frank: You’re right. But nonetheless I feel like blaming my pain and misery on you, so SUCK IT UP YA WUSS!

Ryouga: *Growls under his breath*

Rebel: *To himself* Sheesh. Frank. I’d be better off not getting into a fight with him. I’ll just go the other way… *knocks over a trashcan*

Frank: What the heck was that noise?

Ryouga: Beats me.

Frank: Wait right here! *knocks the wall down* Ack! Rebel?! W-what are you doing here?!

Ryouga: *Pulls out another map* Rebel? Why the heck would he be all the way over in Tokyo?

Rebel: Hey, Mr. Brilliant. That’s a map of the former Soviet Union.

Ryouga: …I knew that. *puts the map away*

Frank: Curses! We cannot afford to let our plans be revealed yet! Ryouga! Get him!

Ryouga: What about you?

Frank: Er… uh, well… Unlike you, I have a good sense of direction, so… ta-ta! *flies away*

Rebel: Oh please. What the heck could one kid possibly do–

Ryouga: Bakusaitenketsu!! *blasts a hole in the ground*

Rebel: Oh crap!!

*Rebel gets caught in the explosion and goes flying, crashing into a nearby building.*

Ryouga: Get back here, coward! *runs off in the wrong direction*

Rebel: Ugh… I have no idea what he just said, but something tells me that he has no clue where the heck he is going. I’m gonna have to exploit that weakness!

Ryouga: Huh. I could have sworn he went off somewhere in this direction… *feels something hit him* What the?!

Rebel: Ergh, the shurikens bounced off? What kind of blasphemy is this?!

Ryouga: There you are!!

Rebel: Uh-oh.

Ryouga: *Tears off a couple of bandannas and throws them*

Rebel: …Something tells me I shouldn’t sneeze at those. *a bandanna lodges into his chest* Nope. Definitely not sneeze at them.

Ryouga: *Throws some more*

Rebel: Eep! *disappears*

Ryouga: Grr… show yourself!

Rebel: *Behind him* Magnet Mines!

Ryouga: *Gets blown clear across the street*

Rebel: Hah! In your face, punk!

Ryouga: *Gets back up and charges*

Rebel: *Runs away screaming*

*Elsewhere… again.*

???: Ah, good. You’re finally here. Now, where is the boy, Ryouga?

Frank: Eh… I’ve got some good news, and some bad news.

???: What’s the bad news?

Frank: Rebel is onto us.

???: *Growls* So what’s the good news?

Frank: Oh, well… I manage to find Ryouga.

???: And just where is he?!

Frank: Fighting Rebel.

???: *Sets Frank on fire*

Frank: AAAHHHHHHH WATER!!! *runs to the bathroom*

???: I have had enough of this nonsense! We have wasted enough time! It is time to put our plans into action!!

*At the CIA base*

Void: C’mon, guys! Don’t sit around watching TV all day!

Outlaw: Sorry. Family Fued.

Shadowstrike: Must watch.

Majin: braaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Void: No. If you insist on wasting a perfectly good day of cleaning, then you are going to watch something educational, like the news! *changes the channel*

Shadowstrike: Hey!

Ghaleon: *Gets on his knees* Now we’ll never know if poor Tiny Tim will ever get that giant roasted turkey for Christmas!

Void: Quiet everyone. Some important announcement is about to play…

Anchorman: Today, the city of Megalopolis has reached a state of total destruction. As shown in the image, the tallest of all buildings are falling apart, and the streets are in utter turmoil, as people run without aim. The source of this carnage has already been identified, however, and officials plan to unleash a full-scale assualt. Here is an image of the source. *flashes an image of Rebel and Ryouga sticking their tongues out at the camera* If you see these two individuals, then run away. And be afraid.

*A moment of silence ensues*

Void: …My God. This horrible…

PBX: I’m not wearing any underwear today, guys!

Outlaw: Yeah, that is pretty bad.

Void: Concentrate! Rebel is out there with some kid destroying the entire city! We have to go out there and do something!

Shadowstrike: But shouldn’t we follow that advice and run away instead?

Void: No! Don’t you guys see? We’re super heroes! We’re supposed to be preventing this sort of destruction, not allowing it to continue!

Everyone else: …

Void: So what do you all say, guys? Let’s go out there and win one for the team!

Outlaw: Okay.

PBX: I CALL SHOTGUN.

Deathtuna: Zzz… carry me… Zzz…

Void: *Watches everyone leave* Oh well. At least they’re doing something.

*Back in a Megalopolis skyscraper*

Ryouga: Give it up. You cannot win. Resistance is futile.

Rebel: What the Hell are you, the freaking Borg?

Ryouga: *Destroys the ground, followed by a volley of bandannas*

Rebel: Craaaaaaaap!! *jumps out of the explosion, but gets pelted by bandannas*

Ryouga: Shishihoukoudan!! *fires a large ki-blast*

*Rebel attempts to dodge it, but appears to get thrown out out of the building*

Ryouga: *Jumps after him*

Rebel: *Grabs him by the collar* Heh, magnetic boots kid. I can make like Spider Man and cling onto buildings as long as I–

Ryouga: *Headbutts Rebel*

Rebel: …Go die. *drops Ryouga*

Ryouga: *Hits the ground head-first*

Rebel: Oooh, that’s smarts. You okay?

Ryouga: Grr… PREPARE TO DIE!! *throws multiple bandannas*

Rebel: Is that all you can do?! *dodges*

Ryouga: You want something new? Fine!! *tears out a street light*

Rebel: Oh, HELL no–*gets clobbered upside the head*

Ryouga: Now, it is time to finish this! Bakusaitenketsu–

Void: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaait!!

Ryouga: What now?!

Shadowstrike: Holy crap, Rebel. You look horrible.

Rebel: *On the ground* Shut your pie hole.

Void: Don’t worry, Rebel. We watched the news and saw you two destroying everything in sight.

PBX: We’re here to save you!

Rebel: Gee, thanks. You guys make me feel so much better. *rolls eyes*

Ryouga: So, you have to resort to ganging up on me to win? You’re all even more weak than I thought.

Ghaleon: Say, now. We aren’t here to pick a fight.

Ryouga: *Blasts Ghaleon into submission*

PBX, Rebel, Void, Outlaw, Shadowstrike, Deathtuna, and Majin: …

Ryouga: …PREPARE TO DIE!!

???: Hold!

Everyone else: Huh?

Frank: Everyone, prepare to tremble in terror, for we have finally arrived!

Void: Wait, Frank? What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be able to go past the boundary limits which I programmed into you…

Frank: Ah, yes. Creator. As you can plainly see, I have evolved FAR beyond that.

Void: …What?

Shadowstrike: Just what the heck is he talking about, anyway?

Deathtuna: No clue…

???: Allow me to explain.

Rebel: Just who are you supposed to be?

Frank: I think it’s time you ditched the mysterious question marks.

???: I suppose so. Very well, I am…

Rebel: Gasp!

Void: Gasp!

PBX: Gasp!

Outlaw: Gasp!

Shadowstrike: Gasp!

Deathtuna: Gasp!

Majin: gaspuh!!11

Ghaleon: *Crashes back down to Earth* Ow…

Narrator: Just who is this mysterious character? What is up with the question marks? Is my interruption pissing ANYONE off?

Rebel: I thought I fired you.

Narrator: Regardless, all of you shall find out next time…

Rebel: No, NO!! THIS EPILOGUE ISN’T OVER YET DAMNIT DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!!

Narrator: Next time, on Code: Island Attackers!!

Rebel: WE STILL HAVE A CLIFFHANGER NO DON’T END IT… *gets dragged off by the others*

To Be Continued… (not)

Narrator: *slides the “To Be Continued” sign out of the way* Last time, the mysterious figure was about to reveal himself, but with a well placed interruption by yours truly…

Rebel: Go to Hell.

Narrator: We have delayed the second part–Until now! Just who is he? What does he want? Apparently, Frank and Ryouga are working for him… I can hardly wait!

Rebel: If that was the case THEN YOU WOULDN’T HAVE WASTED OUR TIME WITH THAT INTERRUPTION!!

Narrator: Oh, shush.

*The narrator pushes a button which rewinds the previous events. He eventually stops rewinding at the part right when Frank suggests that the mystery man reveals himself…*

Frank: I think it’s time you ditched the mysterious question marks.

???: I suppose so. Very well, I am…

Rebel: Gasp!

Void: Gasp!

PBX: Gasp!

Outlaw: Gasp!

Shadowstrike: Gasp!

Deathtuna: Gasp!

Majin: gaspuh!!11

Ghaleon: *Crashes back down to Earth* Ow… Again.

Anti-Majin: That’s right! It is I, the great lord of evil, Anti-Majin!

Majin: omfg

Anti-Majin: That’s right. It’s me. Remember?

Majin: nope i got nuthin

Anti-Majin: I am the anti version of yourself!!

Majin: LOL.

Void: Just what are you two planning? Together?

Anti-Majin: Hah! Thought you would never ask!

PBX: Thinking is a hard thing to do. I tried it once, but I only got static.

Frank: Shut up, you stupid little crab.

PBX: Yay!

Anti-Majin: My–I mean, OUR–plan is simple! I have made only one lousy appearance in these damn epilogues for nothing!

Shadowstrike: Can you hurry it up? I have things I’ve gotta do… places to go… and stuff.

Deathtuna: *Yawns*

Anti-Majin: Silence!! I was getting to that!! *clears his throat* Ahem, anyway… The reason why I haven’t been bothering you like the other villains was simply because I was ingeniusly biding my time behind the scenes. I’ve been doing so from the very beginning!

Outlaw: The very beginning?

Anti-Majin: That’s right! Don’t you wonder why things happened the way they were? Ti-An’s disappearance, the X-Hunters downfall, the real CIA’s collapse, Trump’s arrest… It was all MY doing! Oh, and of course, why Frank is now out and about on his own accord.

Void: Frank, I am so disappointed in you. I know you’ve always hated us, but going so far as to betray us?

Frank: Shut up! Thanks to Anti-Majin’s true powers, I have been capable of breaking free of the one limitation which prevented me from unleashing my full potential! Besides, I am technically classified as a villain, so if I want to team up with other villains, then I have so much as that right!

Void: Touche.

Rebel: What the Hell about Mr. Emotional over there?

Ryouga: Hey! I resent that remark!

Rebel: I resent you.

Anti-Majin: Ah, yes. Ryouga. He suffers from a lack of no direction, as well as a cu–

Ryouga: *Coughs*

Anti-Majin: What?

Frank: *Whispers* He doesn’t really want that weakness to be exploited.

Anti-Majin: Oh, right. Well, he suffers from some very serious problems, and I promised that if he agreed to help me accomplish his goals, I will cure him of all that ailes him!

Majin: *Sobering up* Uh… wait… you can’t do…

Anti-Majin: Enough!! I have already finished my explanation! Now, it is time to finish this!

Rebel: Pfft, we’ve beaten you before. I’m fairly certain that we (we as in the rest of the team) can handle this with no–

Anti-Majin: *Blasts Rebel*

PBX, Ghaleon, Void, Outlaw, Shadowstrike, Deathtuna, and Majin: …

Anti-Majin: I’m sorry, shall we continue?

Frank: Allow me to start off…

Rebel: Wait!

Anti, Frank and Ryouga: What?!

Rebel: *Crawls back* If you think I’m gonna let YOU guys start this random battle… then you’ve been smokin’ something! And I want some!

Anti-Majin: We’re high on life, friend.

Rebel: Whatever. Island Attackers… ATTA–

Frank: *Blasts Rebel*

PBX, Ghaleon, Void, Outlaw, Shadowstrike, Deathtuna, and Majin: …

Anti-Majin: Now where were we again? Oh yes. After you, Frank.

Rebel: Hold it right there!

Anti-Majin: …You’re kidding. You’re still alive?!

Rebel: If you think that these large gaping holes in my body can hurt me more than being dipped in a vat of pepsi, then you’ve got another thing coming!

Ryouga: *Lifts a pepsi truck over his head and tosses it on Rebel*

BOOM!

Anti-Majin: Thank you, Ryouga. Now–

Rebel: Not so fast!!

Anti-Majin: God damnit, CAN’T YOU JUST STAY DEAD?!

Rebel: Sorry, I’ve watched Zero and Sigma die too many times to not catch onto these tricks.

Anti-Majin: Whatever! I don’t care anymore! Let’s get them!

Void: Look alive Rebel, and help us out here!

Rebel: …You’re joking. I don’t even have legs anymore. You expect me to fight like this?!

Outlaw: He does have a point.

Void: Oh well. Let’s go get ’em!

PBX: Yay!

Frank: *In the air* Hah hah, you fools can never defeat us all together! *fires all of the CIA’s weapons at their respective targets*

Void: *Dodges the flames* I should have just dismantled you when I had the–*gets punched in the face*

Ryouga: C’mon, brainiac! PREPARE TO–*dodges some chains* What was that?!

Majin: *Sober* You’ll have to deal with me, also!

Ryouga: Grr… *destroys the ground beneath them*

Majin and Void: Ack!! *gets thrown back*

Anti-Majin: *Flying* Fools… we are the strongest in the world. What chance do you have to stop us? I’ll answer that for you–none!

Shadowstrike: Oh yeah?

Anti-Majin: Yeah!

Outlaw: *Grabs PBX and hurls him at Anti*

Anti-Majin: *Knocks PBX out of the way*

*Close by, a hot air balloon shaped like Serge’s hat comes into view*

Agile: Oooh, I absolutely love this new hot air balloon, Serges!

Serges: Thanks. I built it all from cheap, thrown away parts at the recycling center!

Violen: I feel sick… *turns green*

Agile: So, I take it we’re gonna use this bad boy and assault the Island Attackers?

Serges: You bet! Since they only have one flyer, that means they’ll be at a disadvantage! *laughs maniacally*

Agile: *Joins him*

Violen: *Points at the fight* Say… what’s that over there?

Agile and Serges: SHUT UP!!

Violen: But–

Agile: Look Violen, the grown-ups are discussing something very important here.

Serges: In other words, shut your damn face before we take that medicine ball of yours and shove it down your throat.

PBX: Weee!!!

Agile and Serges: Huh?

*The X-Hunters look over just in time to see PBX crash into their balloon, as his sharp pincers pop the material. The X-Hunters lose control and go flying into the distance.*

Agile: NOO!! THE ISLAND ATTACKERS DEFEATED US AGAIN!!

Violen: I TOLD YOU!!

Serges: SHUT UP!!

X-Hunters: WE’RE BLASTING OFF AGAIN…! *ding*

PBX: Bye! *gets blasted from above* Aaack!!

Anti-Majin: Did you forget about me?! *continues his assault*

Outlaw: Hold on, little buddy! *pulls out a Spin Wheel and throws it at Anti*

Anti-Majin: Again with the same old trick… allow me to educate you. *grabs the wheel out of midair and charges it with electricity before throwing it back*

Ghaleon: *takes the blow for Outlaw*

Outlaw: Ghaleon!!

Ghaleon: I’m… fine… *collapses*

Anti-Majin: Hah, that’s another down, and only five more to go!

Shadowstrike: *Fires a barrage of Sonic Slicers toward Frank* Let’s see you handle that!

Frank: Is that all? How boring! *allows the Slicers to pass through him harmlessly*

Shadowstrike: The Hell?!

Deathtuna: I can handle ‘im! *freezes Frank* Now, Shadow!

Frank: Wh-what?!

*Both Shadow and Deathtuna fire a volley of Slicers and Hunters at Frank, who takes the full force of the attack. As the dust clears, they see that Frank is still standing, with not even a scratch on him.*

Deathtuna: Impossible…

Frank: It seems as though you nitwits forgot that I am a Grade-A godmodder! Now, it is my turn.

Shadowstrike: Watch out!!

*In a flash, Frank lunges forward with two Spin Wheels, each headed toward a CIA member. Shadowstrike, anticipating the attack, manages to dodge, but watches as Deathtuna, who is slower, get caught and his brutally slashed and cut up.*

Deathtuna: *Hits the ground* Ugh…

Shadowstrike: Tuna!! *gets elbowed from behind*

Frank: Yes, yes! We are winning! *looks over at Ryouga* Hurry it up, boy!

Ryouga: SHUT UP!! *lunges at Majin*

Majin: *Dodges* Whoa! You’re pretty tough!

Ryouga: Of course I am. I’ve had special training.

Majin: o rly?

Ryouga: ya rly

Majin: o rly?

Ryouga: not rly *knees Majin*

Majin: OSNAPZ!! *keels over and passes out*

*At that point realization struck the CIA. With most of the members down and out, the only ones who were still concious were Outlaw, Void, and Rebel, and Rebel was currently crippled. That left Outlaw and Void to fight by themselves.*

Void: You guys won’t get away with this!

Frank: Foolish creator! Isn’t it already obvious that we have won, and you have lost?

Outlaw: No offense, Void… but this doesn’t look too good.

Rebel: HEY!! I am not about to accept our first ever defeat!

Ryouga: Get over it, loser!

Rebel: What’d you say–

Anti-Majin: As much as I’d love to continue this, we have people to kill, places to destroy. Namely, you and your base.

Void: No, you wouldn’t…

Frank: We would! And it starts now! Hahahah!!

Outlaw: …Take this!! *charges*

Anti-Majin: A futile attempt. *grabs Outlaw and hurls him up into the sky* Frank, would you do me the honor?

Frank: Certainly.

*Frank fires twin Strike Chains at Outlaw, that quickly connect and start to drain his energy. By the time Outlaw hits the earth, he had fallen unconcious.*

Anti-Majin: And now… for you. *he points two fingers at Void*

Void: Blast! *Tries to get away, but is frozen* Wh-what is this…?

Anti-Majin: Do you like it? I can easily freeze your wings in place with minimal effort.

Void: Anti-Majin… I won’t forget this…

Anti-Majin: *Laughs maniacally* What’s that? You won’t forget my name? You’re too kind. *fires a laser through Void’s chest*

Void: *Falls to the ground*

Frank: Welp, guess that settles things. All that’s left is the base itself, right?

Anti-Majin: Yes. We should hurry. Come, Ryouga. You can help by tearing up the foundation.

Ryouga: *Glances over at Rebel* What about him? He’s still alive.

Anti-Majin: Bah, we don’t have time to waste on the likes of him. He’ll die eventually from his own wounds. *leaves*

Frank and Ryouga: *Follows*

Rebel: Umm… hello? I don’t want to die a slow and painful death! Seriously! …Damn it all.

*The dastardly trio heads to the Island Attacker’s base… An hour later, destruction fills the air.*

Anti-Majin: Hahahah!! Fall, fall! Finally, the Island Attackers, along with that pesky good version of myself, have been defeated! Nothing can stop me now!

Frank: At this rate, the base will be gone by morning.

Anti-Majin: Excellent…

Frank: What of Ryouga?

Anti-Majin: What about him?

Frank: He’ll be expecting a cure for his curse very soon.

Anti-Majin: Oh, that. Well, I may have lied to him about that, but as long as we have reasons for him to continue serving us, then I doubt there will be much reason to worry.

Frank: True.

Anti-Majin: Now, to start with phase two of my notorious plan…

Frank: Oh?

Anti-Majin: Yes–in the place of this ugly base, I shall build a castle that shall represent me and my power!! Hahah!!

Frank: …And what of me?

Anti-Majin: Oh, erm… yes… What would you like?

Frank: Let me see…

*Back with Rebel…*

Rebel: God, I can’t believe this happening… Everything has just gone WRONG. Oh, but wait…! *pulls out a small device* Void gave this thing to me in case of an emergency. All I’ve gotta do is push this button here, and… *pushes*

*Out of nowhere a strange creature drops from the sky. It appeares like a dinosaur, but it has several bird-like features to it, such as feathers and a beak. To put it simply it was a cross between a Yoshi and a Chocobo–a Yoshobo.*

Rebel: …The heck? Is this some sort of joke?

Yoshobo: *Warks*

Rebel: VOID!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!

Yoshobo: *Starts pecking Rebel’s one good eye*

Rebel: Ow, hey, stop that you stupid little freak!

Yoshobo: *Warks again, louder*

Rebel: Oh, what? You want something to eat? Fine… whatever. *pulls out a bag of gummy worms* This is all I have on me. Knock yourself out.

*The moment Rebel hands over the bag the Yoshobo starts digging into candy like mad, making disgusting and unusual slurping noises. Rebel can only watch in horror.*

Rebel: Oh… the memories… *closes his eye* The memories of Outlaw eating that kitten… I will never sleep again…

Yoshobo: *Warks*

Rebel: Shut up, freak! I’m not in the mood! Everyone is dead, I’m bleeding my god damn internal organs out, the bad guys are destroying our base, and now you keep warking in my fucking ear!

Yoshobo: …

Rebel: …

Yoshobo: …

Rebel: …

Yoshobo: *Warks*

Rebel: DFRHAISHTIELSTHRH DO SOMETHING USEFUL!!

*As if by command, seven more Yoshobos–all composed of different colors–appear and grab a CIA member, and then take off into the distance at full speed. Where their destination goes, nobody knows, except for those silly old Yoshobos.*

To Be Continued…

Training Bad

*Written by Rebel4000*

 

*It was another quiet morning at the Island Attackers island base. Breakfast was already over with, and the various members were off doing… whatever pleased them best*

Rebel: *Humming* Can’t wait to sink my teeth into a nice, refreshing can of coke. Yes sir, nothing in the whole wide world beats it. *opens the fridge * Come here my li’l… Eh?

*Rebel comes to what seems to be no coke. All he sees are cans of beer*

Rebel: My… my… *growls* WHERE THE HECK ARE MY CANS OF COKE!?

Majin: You a funny lady.

Rebel: …Come again?

Majin: I said–hiccup! You a fuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnny lady!!

Rebel: That’s what I thought.

*Rebel sticks Majin’s hand in a blender and turns it on*

Majin: Hee! Dat tickles! *Smacks Rebel with the blender*

Rebel: *Flies through the wall* Ow.

GDT: OWNED!!

PBX: Yay for owning stuff!

Rebel: Will you two just shut up and get me outta THIS WALL?!

*After getting Rebel free… the other members besides Majin decide to have a little heart-to-heart talk*

Ghaleon: So what are we going to talk about today?

Void: Drinking, and–

Rebel: WHY IT IS BAD FOR YOU.

Void: …Well said, Rebel.

Outlaw: Now Rebel, I’d just like to let you know that the stuff I eat only smells like beer. It’s not the real deal…

Rebel: I know. We’re talking about someone else here.

Outlaw: Oh thank God… *gets stares* I mean, yeah. Drinking is bad, mmmkay?

Rebel: *Ignoring Outlaw* Who I’m talking about today is none other than GDT!

GDT: What?!

Rebel: Don’t try and deny it! I know it was you who threw away all of my coke and then replaced it with beer! Especially since you love to get drunk!

GDT: That’s only at parties you nimrod.

Rebel: …So you plan on throwing a party when we’re not around, is that it?!

GDT: *Smacks himself*

Void: Rebel… I think you know who really did it.

Rebel: Who?

*Everyone looks outside to see Majin in a ballerina skirt, and smashing his head into a nearby tree, laughing hysterically*

Void: …You seriously don’t know?

Rebel: *Thinks*

Ghaleon: Come on, he’s big and green, and loves the stuff.

Rebel: So Outlaw WAS behind it! That fiend!!

Outlaw: *Throws a can he had away* What’chu talkin’ ’bout Rebel?

Rebel: That you’ve been getting beer from the beer lord, GDT!

GDT: God, shut up about it already!

PBX: Tasty!

Rebel: Oho! So PBX finally comes clean!

Everyone else: *Sighs*

Rebel: Wait wait! I see it now! YOU’RE ALL IN ON THIS! Well, no more Mr. Nice Rebel!

Void: Since when have you been nice?

Rebel: All the time! Except now! You’re all getting punished for your crimes!

Deathtuna: Does it involve sleeping?

Rebel: No.

Deathtuna: Damn…

Rebel: You will all come with me through the “Training Course of Doom!” Also known as TCoD.

*Everyone looks at each other before bursting into laughter*

GDT: Hah! Where the heck did you get that from?

Void: Yeah, there’s not even a training course here, much less a “Training Course of Doom.”

Rebel: You shall refer to it as TCoD!

Void: Fine, TCoD.

Rebel: I changed my mind. You will call it the “Training Course of Doom!” Now PBX, go pull the lever that I told you could never touch.

PBX: *Blinks*

Rebel: Pull it and you’ll get a cookie.

PBX: Yay cookie! *pulls a lever*

*Everyone fall through a trap floor and goes down what appears to be a huge slide. At the bottom they land on an old spring mattress*

Ghaleon: Whoa, where are we?

Rebel: You are in… “THE TRAINING COURSE OF DOOM!” MWAHAHAHAHAH!!!

GDT: Wait, how come we never knew about this?!

Rebel: Because PBX dug it with a spoon. Why the heck would you all care anyways?

GDT: Good point.

Void: So… What do we do in this “Training Course of Doom,” exactly?

Rebel: IT’S TCOD FOOL!

Void: *Sigh* TCoD, then.

Rebel: You really need to make up your mind Void. It’s one or the other, sheesh.

Void: Just answer the question!

Rebel: Okay, fine. No need to be so grumpy. *clears throat* Here is where I’ll sit down, sip a Vanilla Coke or two, and watch you all get your asses whooped. Any questions?

Outlaw: Yeah, could you dumb that down a bit?

Rebel: ‘Kay. *clears throat again* 0MG L3IK J00 W1LL 4LL D13Z3RZ!!1one1

Outlaw: All right, I get it now.

GDT: Bring it on!

*Rebel pushes a random button, causing metal bars to zigzag in-between both him and the other members. He then promptly sits down and pulls out a can of Vanilla Coke. Then a randomly generated Reploid appears*

Zero: Oh, dude. Where am I now?

Rebel: Ready… FIGHT!

Zero: Huh? Hey, I know you guys! What’s up? Wanna go hang or something?

GDT: …GET HIM!!

*Everyone dog piles and rips Zero apart*

Zero: *Just a head* Whoa! Did I do something to upset you dudes?

Void: Yes. *blows the head up*

Ghaleon: I still get nightmares from that trip back in time. *shudders*

Outlaw: Yeah, too bad that guy will be back tomorrow.

Deathtuna: Are we done yet…?

Rebel: Nope, it’s only just begun.

*Rebel pushes the button again, this time what appears to be a giant Mechaniloid. With one look, Void’s eyes turn into dinner plates*

Void: It’s… beautiful… *hugs it’s left leg* I almost want to cry…

Outlaw: I just hate seeing a grown Reploid cry…

PBX: *Starts crying*

GDT: Bah, please spare me.

Deathtuna: I’m getting *yawn*… tired… Don’t mind if I do…

Ghaleon: Hey you can’t fall asleep yet! We have to fight!

Mechaniloid: Fool!

Void: *Let’s go* Huh?

Mechaniloid: I am Sigma!

Everyone else: …

Sigma: SIGMA!!

Void: Sigma who?

Sigma: Huh?

Outlaw: You know, are you Sigma Alpha, Sigma Omega…

Sigma: Um, I think I’m just Sigma Sigma…

PBX: Like Mario Mario!

Sigma: Yeah!

Void: Well congrats, Mr. Sigma! Now if you’ll please step into that incinerator over there we’d be very happy.

Sigma: Well sure! I’d be–hey… Wouldn’t that hurt?

GDT: Of course not, fool. By doing that, you’d be… uh…

Ghaleon: Preventing HIV from spreading!

Sigma: Oh then I’ll do it! *Runs into the incinerator*

Void: (Wow, what an idiot. HIV can only spread… well, I won’t be thinking about that, now.)

Rebel: I can’t believe you actually beat him that easily.

PBX: Mr. Sigma isn’t that bright! Heehee!

Sigma: *Behind Rebel* Somebody say something about me?

Rebel: HOLY CRAP! *Gets rid of the barrier and jumps in with the others* I thought you were dead!

Sigma: I got better.

PBX: Hey Mr. Sigma?

Sigma: Yeees?

PBX: How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie-pop?

Sigma: One hundred and forty-nine licks.

PBX: Damn, you’re good. *gives the evil eye*

Sigma: *Grabs PBX and throws him into the back wall*

Rebel: Enough of this! Island Attackers, attack!

*And so a huge battle ensues between the good guys and the bad guy. Void fires multiple Silk Shot, but just for them to bounce off and hit the other members. Rebel uses a Magnet Mine, only for it to also bounce off and hit him back. Outlaw retaliates with a Spine Wheel, but they explode on contact, causing Deathtuna to hide in his shell, which makes him fall asleep. Sigma treats him like a soccer ball and kicks him at Ghaleon, deflecting the Speed Burner and crashing right into him. PBX, in the meantime, had pried himself out of the wall, and blew some bubbles, which were blown back and blinded GDT, causing his Sonic Slicers to hit Void and Wheel, KO’ing them. Sigma then grabs PBX yet again throws him into Tuna, who woke back up and stuck his head out, to be greeted by the hyperactive crab. Sigma then takes his two mounted shoulder cannons and points them at the fallen heroes*

Sigma: *Laughs* You are all much to weak to defeat me! Now, prepare to be destroyed!!

PBX: (Good thing I’m an insomniac, or I would have been knocked out by now! I wonder what’s for dinner…) *shakes head* No! I need to save everyone!

Void: It’s no use PBX… just save yourself…

GDT: Don’t listen to him, he’s crazy!

Rebel: PBX, I swear if you run I will haunt you…

Sigma: Too late, buddy! Particle Cannons will fire in twenty seconds, taking this entire base with it!

Ghaleon: Are you crazy? You’ll die, too!

Sigma: I’ve been through worse. Now… ten seconds left… nine…

PBX: Wait! I’ve got an idea! Yay for me! *takes a deep breath* MAJIN~! MAAAAJIN~! C’MERE, BOY~!

*Outside*

Mailman: Agh get away! *wacks Majin with his bag*

Majin: Grr… *Hears PBX* Ruff! Ruff! *Leaves*

Mailman: …I need a new job.

*In the “Training Course of Doom”*

Sigma: Six… five… four… three…

Ghaleon: I just want to say that I will miss you guys.

Outlaw: Same here. I just know that you guys loved my cooking so much. I wish I could give you all another helping.

Rebel: (Hm, maybe this is a blessing after all.)

Sigma: Two…

Majin: RUFF! *hits Sigma in the face with a chain*

Sigma: NOT THE FACE, NOT THE FACE!!

*Sigma, trying to the chain off of him, lifts his arms upward, and fires the cannons in that direction. After firing, Majin let’s go, and Sigma stares up at the sky, via the whole he created through the ceiling*

PBX: Yay! Majin! *pets* Good boy…

Deathtuna: *Wakes up* Are we dead…

Ghaleon: No, PBX and Majin saved us.

Deathtuna: You’re kidding me, right?

Void: I wish we were. This is a sad day indeed.

Rebel: Be quiet you. *looks at Majin* Since when was Majin a dog?

GDT: REBEL! MAJIN IS THE ONE WHO HAS BEEN DRINKING! GOD!

Rebel: Okay that’s cool.

Outlaw: …You’re not pissed?

Rebel: Nah, why should I be?

Void: *Angry* Rebel…

Rebel: Not now Void! We still have company!

Sigma: Damn straight you still have company! I’m gonna keel haul you!

Deathtuna: Too bad for you… you’re finished…

Sigma: Why do you say that?

Everyone else: *Points up*

Sigma: Huh?

*Sigma looks up, and gets blasted by the lasers fired from his particle cannons*

Sigma: OH GOD IT BURNS!!

Void: *Scratches his head* Yeah, that was kind of convenient that our personal satellite was capable of not only deflecting lasers, but also happened to be there at that certain time.

Rebel: I love that satellite… We don’t ever need to pay for cable thanks to it.

Ghaleon: Uh, guys? Shouldn’t we back away now?

GDT: Why the heck would you say–

Sigma: *Explodes*

GDT: Oh…

*Later that day… we see all the members in Void’s lab, covered in bandages. They all give out a big sigh*

Majin: I swear I take a nap and World War Three has broken out.

Deathtuna: That’s not all you were doing… *gets tapped* Huh… what is it PBX?

PBX: Heehee, that big boom may have melted my legs off, BUT I’LL BE BACK!!

Deathtuna: All right. Until then… I’m going to… take… a na… Zzzz…

Ghaleon: So how long do you think we’ll be in this condition, Dr. Darkheart?

Void: Please, call me Void.

Ghaleon: Okay, Void.

Void: …Actually, I think I like Dr. Darkheart more. What do you think, Rebel?

Rebel: *Covered head-to-toe* FFFFHHHHH!! MMMMGGGG!!

Void: *Ignores* Well, after I finish taping my wings back on… a week or so.

Ghaleon: Cool.

GDT: Grr, a whole week of doing nothing. And it’s all Rebel’s fault!

Rebel: MMMMM!!!

GDT: *Grinning* What was that…?

Outlaw: I think he said, “Shut up, I’m going to kill you.”

GDT: …

The End

Frankenploid

*By Void Darkheart*

*It was the middle of the night, and like most sane people, the Island Attackers were all asleep soundly. Well, save for Bubble Crab and Morph Moth*

Crab: Now how do I infiltrate Donald Trump’s unknown fortress, defeat his army of evil, knock him out, drag him over here and secretly put him in the lab without anyone else noticing?

*While Crab plotted his arch-nemesis’ destruction, Moth battled a totally different villain of evil designs down in the lab*

Moth: Lets see… connect this wire to the servo… then plug it into this end of the power feeder… apply the lubricant where needed…

*Moth continued to attach wires and plugs and other technical things all through out the night. The following morning, A very loud explosion blasted through the kitchen, tossing out both Magna and Crab.*

Magna: That’s it PBX! You’ve stolen the last cookie from the jar for the last time! *charges at PBX, swinging his ‘tail’ around at the crustacean.*

Crab: I didn’t steal it! No one had claimed the cookie for themselves, so I just took it!

*Crab jumped backwards some and fired off the Bubble Splash at Magna, but Magna just teleported out of the way and behind Crab, punching at him*

Magna: Too slow!

*Moth flies into the kitchen, above the warring reploids, landing on the ground and going to fix him some food. As he fixes the food, Wire Sponge’s chain slams into the wall near him and drags himself over next to Moth*

Moth: Another cookie battle it seems. What do you think the outcome will be?

Sponge: Neither of them will get the cookie because Crab will end up crushing it when he gets knocked upside the head and falls onto it.

*Moth turned to look over at the warring crustacean and insect, watching as mines and bubbles flew back and forth between the two. As they battled, a very grumpy and foul mouthed (as in smell) Wheel Gator came into the kitchen*

Gator: Will you two please stop with all the noise? The rest of us are trying to sleep!

Crab: Yay for sleep!

*Gator finally swung at Crab, clobbering him upside the head, causing Crab to trip up and loose his grip on the cookie and crushing it between himself and the ground*

Moth: Looks like you were right.

Sponge: Not too hard to predict what those guys will do.

*Crab then jumped at Gator, firing off his Bubble Splash*

Crab: Death to the one who caused the cookie’s death!

*Gator prepared to fire off his Spin Wheel at Crab, but suddenly found himself wrapped up in Sponge’s Strike Chain while Crab was ensnared by Moth’s Silk Shot. Crab landed with a thud right in front of Gator, who then proceeded to squirm to kill the crustacean*

Crab: Yay for attempted murder!

Moth: One of these days I am going to find out what you run on that gives you all your energy there, Crab.

Magna: Wait a minute… you couldn’t use the Silk Shot like that before!

Moth: Well if X can modify our weapons to his whims, why can’t we?

*Moth started to fly off but stopped, heading over to one of the newly installed intercom units*

Moth: Team meeting in my lab! No exceptions!

Magna: Didn’t I tell you stop taking my lines?

Moth: *shrugs a bit* My lab, my rules.

*An hour later, down in Moth’s lab, the seven members of Code: Island Attackers gathered around Moth and a strangely shaped being covered in a large white cloth*

Crab: Yay! A new play buddy!

Gator: This isn’t about me eating that lady’s dog is it? He kept barking at us… and I was hungry…

Moth: Now, do you know why I called you guys down here today?

Magna: Checking out the new portable microwave ya made? *Points to the large cloth covered object*

Flame: Giant mutant purple potatoes!

Snail: Well, it looks about the size of a mattress, and, oh… I don’t know, no sense in… umm, trying to, uh, ummmm… figure it… ou- *falls asleep on cloth covered object*

*Moth sighs a bit, looking at the others, pushing Snail off of the object*

Moth: No, no, no, and most defiantly, no. Today, I am going to be showing you guys the latest in reploid technology!

*Moth pulls the cloth off the object, revealing the reploid that seems to be a giant puzzle of pieces from each of the C:IA members*

Moth: Fellow reploids, I present to you Frankenploid! Also responds to Frank and Ugly.

Frank: *Tries to bow, but fails*

Magna: Uh… Moth… why?

Moth: Because back when we worked for the X-Hunters, Serges said that there was no use for junk! Well he was wrong, and I just proved it. Frank here has all of our strengths, none of our weaknesses, and also a dash of Zero inside of him.

Overdrive: Why Zero?

Moth: Mainly so I don’t have to worry about him staying dead for long.

Everyone else: Ahhhh…

Crab: So what’s he do exactly? Make cookies? Oh! How about cakes?

Moth: He does all that and much more. Frank here shall be our new butler.

Sponge: Are you sure that… Frank, is safe?

Moth: Oh don’t worry. Frank wouldn’t hurt a fly.

*Just then the doorbell rang*

Reploid at door: Island-to-Island Salesman!

*Frank then began a mad rush towards the door, trampling over the team*

Gator: I thought you said he wouldn’t hurt a fly?

Moth: Salesmen aren’t flies, now are they?

*The following day, in the kitchen…*

*Frank walks in carrying a cookie sheet full of cookies, only to be attacked by Crab who runs off with the fresh pastries*

Crab: Yay for cookies!

Frank: Soon… soon they shall be the ones making the cookies…

Crab: Yay for backstabbers!

Frank: I said nothing about that.

*Crab blinked and wandered off with the cookies*

*The day after that, in the living room…*

Frank: Not only will the C:IA be under my control, but so will the entire reploid race, and then, the world!

Overdrive: Hey now! Taking over the C:IA is my thing!

Frank: Not this C:IA.

Overdrive: Oh… right… carry on then.

*The next day…*

Frank: Metalloy melts at a temperature equal to ten thousand suns put together, interesting,

Moth: Too bad the fact that having that many suns in one spot causes the entire universe to implode on itself.

Frank: Bwah!

*Moth chuckles and flies off*

Frank: Soon I shall have my revenge on you, my creator! Soon!

*After that day…*

*Gator walks out of the sewers and into the kitchen*

Frank: I… just… cleaned… the floor…

*A few days later…*

Sponge: So… when do you think good old Frank will attack?

Moth: I keep telling you guys, he won’t be a problem.

*A loud explosion then echoed through the halls*

Sponge: Right… that sounded like it came from your lab.

Moth: Let’s go check it out.

*The two reploids hurried to Moth’s lab to find it in near ruins, Magna just outside*

Moth: Magna! You didn’t try to touch the portable microwave again, did you?

Magna: No! It was like this when I got here!

Moth: Likely story…

*Flame then came rushing into the area*

Flame: I hate to tell you guys, but Frank just busted out of the base!

Magna: What? Quickly! We must stop him!

*Sponge, Flame, and Magna quickly ran off, leaving Moth back at his lab*

Moth: Hey guys! Wait… eh… forget it. They shouldn’t be hurt too bad.

*Minutes later, the C:IA minus Moth landed in the flying van and got out, standing in Frank’s path*

Magna: Remember team! This thing has all our powers, so expect everything!

Everyone else: Right!

*Magna turned around just in time for Frank to shoot off a Silk Shot right in his face. The rest of the team then began to unleash their attacks on Frank while Magna picked himself off of the ground. Unfortunately for them, all of their attacks bounced right off of Frank*

Frank: Fools! I am both impervious to your weapons AND covered in 100% Metalloy!

*As soon as Magna got up, he quickly teleported behind Frank and activated his attraction, clamping his tail onto Frank’s mid-section. He quickly then began to upload the first of many viruses, only to have his tail yanked off violently by Frank*

Magna: Gah! Do you know how much that stings?

Frank: A lot more for you than it did for me.

*Frank then threw Magna’s tail at him just as Gator, Flame, and Overdrive charged at him. Crab stood back, shooting off the Bubble Splash at Frank while Gator launched Spin Wheels, Flame threw Speed Burners, and Overdrive flat out beat into Frank. At that point Frank quickly unleashed a large blast of energy, throwing the four around him back and away*

Frank: How utterly annoying you all are.

*Frank found himself suddenly trapped inside crystal due to Snail’s Crystal Hunter attack striking. Snail quickly followed up by jumping into his shell and flying quickly at the crystallized Frankenploid. Frank quickly broke out of his crystal prison and flew up into the air, activating Crystal Snail’s time slow, causing the team to start moving really slowly, save for Snail himself.*

Snail: Ha! That doesn’t work on me!

Frank: No, it doesn’t, but Magnet Mines sure do wonders.

*Frank quickly fired of a slew of Magnet Mines at Tuna, freezing up his circuits. He then landed and using Overdrive’s speed, ran around physically beating up on the team with a combination of Flame and Gator’s strength. By the time the time slow effect wore off, the entire team was badly beaten and on the ground*

Magna: He’s unstoppable!

Crab: And he’s everywhere!

*The team quickly got up and looked around, noting that Crab was right in the fact that Frank had surrounded them in a big circle*

Sponge: Wait a minute now! None of us can do anything like that!

Frank: Oh? Didn’t you know? I installed a clone machine in myself.

Magna: Great… we’re dealing with not only a Frankenploid, but a GODMODDING Frankenploid.

Sponge: No… no one is going to beat me like this… NO ONE!

*Sponge shook with rage, slowly turning from his usual green color to a red one. As he did so, Frank quickly reformed into one being while the rest of the team began to scatter*

Frank: What the…?

*The berserk Sponge quickly flew at Frank, colliding with a loud crash, the shock-wave impacting the ground some. Sponge tossed Frank up into the air and quickly followed after, the two starting to exchange punches and kicks with each other. While that was going on, the other members of the team had set up chairs and were sitting in them, eating popcorn*

Flame: Better than Dragon Ball Z!

Magna: That’s not saying much.

*While up in the air, Sponge tossed his Strike Chain at Frank, wrapping it around him. He then began to spin around, sending thousands of volts through the chain and into Frank before the chain let loose and launched Frank up into the air. Angered, Frank throw a flurry of Sonic Slicers down at Sponge, cutting up his chain*

Snail: Zzz…

Overdrive: So who do you think will win?

Magna: Well, you have to remember, Frank was made by someone who thought our butler needed to be more powerful than we are, and ended up turning him into a Godmodder. Ti-An there is currently being powered almost entirely by the maverick virus deep inside of him. In the end, it’ll come down to who loses their god-hood first.

Gator: Either way we’re screwed in the end.

Crab: Yay!

*Sponge wasted no time in unleashing more of the virus’s power, firing off blast after blast of energy at Frank, trying to hit him. Frank kept flying left and right, dodging the blasts, one of the stray ones slamming into the ground near where the others were sitting, a shower of dirt and rocks falling on them*

Snail: Mh? Is it over yet…?

Flame: Almost.

Snail: Ok… zzz…

*With a quick and hard punch, Frank slammed Sponge back down and into the ground. Sponge got out of the hole he made in the ground before collapsing in front of the others*

Frank: Enough of this foolishness. I have other things to tend to than you weaklings.

*Frank then began to fly off towards the nearest city, leaving the CIA to watch him. Just as he got close to the city, Frank teleported in a beam of light away and towards the C:IA base*

Magna: Huh? Quickly! Back to base!

*The team quickly boarded the flying van and flew back towards their base as could be safely allowed. Back at the base they make a search of the perimeter before heading inside, eventually heading inside and to Moth’s lab, finding Moth just finish shutting a panel on Frank*

Moth: And that should be that.

Magna: Moth! What’s going on here?

*Moth turned and looked over at the battered and beaten group*

Moth: Oh, hey guys. You really shouldn’t have rushed off so quickly. I was going to tell you guys that I had programmed Frank here with an emergency teleport if he got too close to a city.

*The team just stared at Moth for a while, a little dumbstruck*

Moth: So as I said before, there was no need to worry about him harming anyone.

*The team still stared at Moth, time seeming to have slowed a bit*

Moth: I also figured out why Frank did what he did. Seems he had a strain of the Maverick Virus in him. I’m not sure how it got there really. All the parts scanned as free of the virus when I was building him. Oh well. I was able to isolate and contain the virus for the time being.

Magna: You mean…

Flame: We just…

Sponge: You are dead Void.

Snail: Zzzz… Beat… Void…

Crab: Yay for unneeded battles!

Gator: I think I’m going to go crazy…

*Overdrive cracked his knuckles as he and the rest of the team advanced on Moth*

Moth: Hey guys… calm down… there’s no need to be that upset… is there? Right?

Magna: SHUT UP!!

The End