Post by Punk19 on Oct 13, 2007 11:19:50 GMT -5
Angela: Hello and welcome, we will be bringing one of our most famous fights to you tonight. Alongside me for tonights fight is Stephen King.
Stephen: Hello there everyone, tonights fight is enough to breaks both windows in your car and your house.
Angela: You heard him right, tonight we bring two ancient fighters together. They will be fighting for the Heavy Weight Champion title, which was collecting dust in our cellar.
Stephen: The arrangements for this fight was also collecting dust.
Angela: Tonights fight will be the apple in your eye for everyone watching. The ratings for last weeks fight were consistant with seventy-five percent, but I believe that after tonights fight they'll reach epic highs.
Stephen: Yes sir, tonights fight will be a great one.
The cameras veer over to the left, they stop at a pulsing red door with a symbol. Red fog is billowing from underneath the door, the audience above crane their necks for a better look. The door slowly opens, the fog billows out and a shadow is seen. When the fog disappears, Pennywise is standing at the ready, beside him is Big Red. Pennywise walks down the aisle, he flexes his muscles. He backflips into the ring, Big Red hurries to follow.
Angela: There's one of our fighters now...
Stephen: He looks buffed.
Angela: He should be, he weighs three hundred pounds.
Stephen: Whoa, his opponent will have a hard time pounding through all that muscle.
Angela: Not all of it is muscle.
Stephen: You mean...
Angela: He's gained a few pounds since his last fight about a year ago. Depression can do things to you.
The camera pans over to a rising platform, blue fog is blowing up from it and an orange glow can be seen. The audience starts screaming, as Clubber Lang jumps up and lands squarely fifteen steps away from the ring. Beside him is Apollo Creed. Angela and Stephen are walking down to the auxiliary table, were there are extra microphones and pamplets. Clubber climbs the ropes and dances in place, he is ready.
Angela: It looks as if the fight is about to start without the referee.
Stephen: Oh gross, please tell Pennywise to put his suit back on.
The camera pans over, the audience gags, Pennywise is standing with red pocka dot boxer shorts and red boots. His belly is hanging grostesquely out from his belt-line. Clubber, on the other hand, is wearing black boxer shorts with a gold trim and black boots with gold laces. Clubber's muscles are prominent, most of them are on his shoulders and back.
Angela: This is a boxing match.
Stephen: Don't try to pull one over my eyes, you're about to puke.
Angela: My little Dachsund dog would gag too, if she had to see what we are seeing.
Stephen: Your little Dachsund dog would fall down dead if she had to see what we are seeing.
The referee walks forwards, in his left hand is a microphone and in his right is a riding whip. The audience quiets, they know what is about to happen. Pennywise and Clubber walk into the middle of the ring, Pennywise has sucked in his gut and now looks like he weighs two hundred and eighty pounds. He snarls at the referee, who takes the whip and brandishes it at Clubber who is about to tackle Pennywise.
Referee: Tonight we have the red hot special, a fight for the ages. Ladies and gentlemen, to my right is Clubber Lang. Clubber weighs in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and is a startling muscle mass of five feet and ten inches. His real name is Mr. T, but he prefered us to use the television name Clubber Lang for this fight.
The audience goes crazy, a woman blows kisses and a little boy raises up a banner saying I love Clubber Lang aka Mr. T. Pennywise rolls his eyes, his flabby stomach flops out of his belt line and everyone stops cheering. Clubber moans, the referee shakes his head. Angela is the only one to get sick, she rushes up the stairs to the employee restrooms.
Referee: And to my left is Pennywise. Pennywise weighs three hundred and fifty pounds, and as you can clearly see most of it is in his gut, and is a towering six feet nine inches tall.
The audience boos, a young boy throws his popcorn into the ring and it hits Clubber who scoops it up and finishes the throw. The popcorn bucket hits Pennywise in his gut. Angela returns to the auxiliary table, her face is green with sickness. Stephen pats her on her back, then he turns around to the ring and waits. The referee is making the fighters shake hands, which they do and they exchange a few words.
Clubber: You're going down fool.
Pennywise: Nah, you are going down.
Clubber: Don't worry, that gut of yours will cushion your fall.
Pennywise goes to his corner, Clubber dances to his. The ring bounces up and down, Pennywise on the other end is holding onto the ring as if he is afraid to fall in. The audience goes quiet, so quiet that you can hear the toilets flush and the popcorn concession stand popping popcorn. The referee waits for a minute, then blows the whistle.
Pennywise rushes forward, he slams his fist into Clubber's chest, the impact sends Clubber back into his own corner. Readying himself, Clubber gathers his wits and dances over. He slams both fists into Pennywise's gut, it flops out and there is the sound of whooshed air. Pennywise falls to the ground, bounces back up, and lands right and left punches to Clubber's midsection. The audience screams in astonishment.
Angela: The audience wasn't expecting this.
Stephen: He may be out of shape, but he does have a good left handed punch.
Clubber shakes his head, with a roar he rushes at Pennywise and flattens him on his back. He pounds his way into Pennywise's face, blood goes everywhere, screams from Pennywise are heard, the light breathing of Clubber can be heard. Pennywise kicks Clubber off, climbs up on his feet and with a roar he plunges his left hand into Clubber's face, breaking his nose. Clubber screams, but doesn't go down. Pennywise throws a few more punches, then Clubber starts in.
Angela: Now it'll start to even out.
Stephen: Or not.
Clubber punches Pennywise into his corner, he punches him in his ribs, stomach and face. Pennywise moans and groans, he staggers away but Clubber follows punching. The audience screams, the little boy with the banner jumps up and down. Clubber punches Pennywise out of the ring, he lands on the auxiliary table with a plop. Angela and Stephen jump from their chairs and step away. Clubber grabs Pennywise's legs and swings him around. He drags him back into the ring and flattens him like a wrestler on the ring floor. The Referee counts, he gets past five then Pennywise jumps up.
Angela: This is a far cry from last weeks fight.
Pennywise slams his fists into Clubber's chest. Clubber smiles then slams his fists into Pennywise's face. Pennywise falls to the rings floor. Clubber walks away, the referee counts to seven. Pennywise staggers forward, and is greeted with a good left hook by Clubber. He bounces up of the floor and slams his fist into Clubber's shoulders. Clubber yells, swings his fist and flattens Pennywise to the floor for the second time.
Clubber: You better stay down.
Pennywise gets up and shakes his head. Clubber runs forward and slams his fist into Pennywise's forehead, Pennywise staggers, and drools a little. Angela and Stephen gawk at what they are seeing, the audience has quieted. Pennywise is in trouble, he gets five punches and then falls down. He stays down this time as the referee counts to ten.
Referee: You out!
Angela: Pennywise got beat.
Stephen: Maybe next time Pennywise.
Angela: He'll need to go on a crash diet before we have another fight.
Stephen: I agree.
Clubber: That's it? What is this chump? The beater of Big Red and Ronald MacDonald got beat by the best fighter in the world. I pity the fool.
Angela: Until next time, happy fighting.
Stephen: Please feel free to buy whatever you want in the concession and gift carts.
Stephen: Hello there everyone, tonights fight is enough to breaks both windows in your car and your house.
Angela: You heard him right, tonight we bring two ancient fighters together. They will be fighting for the Heavy Weight Champion title, which was collecting dust in our cellar.
Stephen: The arrangements for this fight was also collecting dust.
Angela: Tonights fight will be the apple in your eye for everyone watching. The ratings for last weeks fight were consistant with seventy-five percent, but I believe that after tonights fight they'll reach epic highs.
Stephen: Yes sir, tonights fight will be a great one.
The cameras veer over to the left, they stop at a pulsing red door with a symbol. Red fog is billowing from underneath the door, the audience above crane their necks for a better look. The door slowly opens, the fog billows out and a shadow is seen. When the fog disappears, Pennywise is standing at the ready, beside him is Big Red. Pennywise walks down the aisle, he flexes his muscles. He backflips into the ring, Big Red hurries to follow.
Angela: There's one of our fighters now...
Stephen: He looks buffed.
Angela: He should be, he weighs three hundred pounds.
Stephen: Whoa, his opponent will have a hard time pounding through all that muscle.
Angela: Not all of it is muscle.
Stephen: You mean...
Angela: He's gained a few pounds since his last fight about a year ago. Depression can do things to you.
The camera pans over to a rising platform, blue fog is blowing up from it and an orange glow can be seen. The audience starts screaming, as Clubber Lang jumps up and lands squarely fifteen steps away from the ring. Beside him is Apollo Creed. Angela and Stephen are walking down to the auxiliary table, were there are extra microphones and pamplets. Clubber climbs the ropes and dances in place, he is ready.
Angela: It looks as if the fight is about to start without the referee.
Stephen: Oh gross, please tell Pennywise to put his suit back on.
The camera pans over, the audience gags, Pennywise is standing with red pocka dot boxer shorts and red boots. His belly is hanging grostesquely out from his belt-line. Clubber, on the other hand, is wearing black boxer shorts with a gold trim and black boots with gold laces. Clubber's muscles are prominent, most of them are on his shoulders and back.
Angela: This is a boxing match.
Stephen: Don't try to pull one over my eyes, you're about to puke.
Angela: My little Dachsund dog would gag too, if she had to see what we are seeing.
Stephen: Your little Dachsund dog would fall down dead if she had to see what we are seeing.
The referee walks forwards, in his left hand is a microphone and in his right is a riding whip. The audience quiets, they know what is about to happen. Pennywise and Clubber walk into the middle of the ring, Pennywise has sucked in his gut and now looks like he weighs two hundred and eighty pounds. He snarls at the referee, who takes the whip and brandishes it at Clubber who is about to tackle Pennywise.
Referee: Tonight we have the red hot special, a fight for the ages. Ladies and gentlemen, to my right is Clubber Lang. Clubber weighs in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds and is a startling muscle mass of five feet and ten inches. His real name is Mr. T, but he prefered us to use the television name Clubber Lang for this fight.
The audience goes crazy, a woman blows kisses and a little boy raises up a banner saying I love Clubber Lang aka Mr. T. Pennywise rolls his eyes, his flabby stomach flops out of his belt line and everyone stops cheering. Clubber moans, the referee shakes his head. Angela is the only one to get sick, she rushes up the stairs to the employee restrooms.
Referee: And to my left is Pennywise. Pennywise weighs three hundred and fifty pounds, and as you can clearly see most of it is in his gut, and is a towering six feet nine inches tall.
The audience boos, a young boy throws his popcorn into the ring and it hits Clubber who scoops it up and finishes the throw. The popcorn bucket hits Pennywise in his gut. Angela returns to the auxiliary table, her face is green with sickness. Stephen pats her on her back, then he turns around to the ring and waits. The referee is making the fighters shake hands, which they do and they exchange a few words.
Clubber: You're going down fool.
Pennywise: Nah, you are going down.
Clubber: Don't worry, that gut of yours will cushion your fall.
Pennywise goes to his corner, Clubber dances to his. The ring bounces up and down, Pennywise on the other end is holding onto the ring as if he is afraid to fall in. The audience goes quiet, so quiet that you can hear the toilets flush and the popcorn concession stand popping popcorn. The referee waits for a minute, then blows the whistle.
Pennywise rushes forward, he slams his fist into Clubber's chest, the impact sends Clubber back into his own corner. Readying himself, Clubber gathers his wits and dances over. He slams both fists into Pennywise's gut, it flops out and there is the sound of whooshed air. Pennywise falls to the ground, bounces back up, and lands right and left punches to Clubber's midsection. The audience screams in astonishment.
Angela: The audience wasn't expecting this.
Stephen: He may be out of shape, but he does have a good left handed punch.
Clubber shakes his head, with a roar he rushes at Pennywise and flattens him on his back. He pounds his way into Pennywise's face, blood goes everywhere, screams from Pennywise are heard, the light breathing of Clubber can be heard. Pennywise kicks Clubber off, climbs up on his feet and with a roar he plunges his left hand into Clubber's face, breaking his nose. Clubber screams, but doesn't go down. Pennywise throws a few more punches, then Clubber starts in.
Angela: Now it'll start to even out.
Stephen: Or not.
Clubber punches Pennywise into his corner, he punches him in his ribs, stomach and face. Pennywise moans and groans, he staggers away but Clubber follows punching. The audience screams, the little boy with the banner jumps up and down. Clubber punches Pennywise out of the ring, he lands on the auxiliary table with a plop. Angela and Stephen jump from their chairs and step away. Clubber grabs Pennywise's legs and swings him around. He drags him back into the ring and flattens him like a wrestler on the ring floor. The Referee counts, he gets past five then Pennywise jumps up.
Angela: This is a far cry from last weeks fight.
Pennywise slams his fists into Clubber's chest. Clubber smiles then slams his fists into Pennywise's face. Pennywise falls to the rings floor. Clubber walks away, the referee counts to seven. Pennywise staggers forward, and is greeted with a good left hook by Clubber. He bounces up of the floor and slams his fist into Clubber's shoulders. Clubber yells, swings his fist and flattens Pennywise to the floor for the second time.
Clubber: You better stay down.
Pennywise gets up and shakes his head. Clubber runs forward and slams his fist into Pennywise's forehead, Pennywise staggers, and drools a little. Angela and Stephen gawk at what they are seeing, the audience has quieted. Pennywise is in trouble, he gets five punches and then falls down. He stays down this time as the referee counts to ten.
Referee: You out!
Angela: Pennywise got beat.
Stephen: Maybe next time Pennywise.
Angela: He'll need to go on a crash diet before we have another fight.
Stephen: I agree.
Clubber: That's it? What is this chump? The beater of Big Red and Ronald MacDonald got beat by the best fighter in the world. I pity the fool.
Angela: Until next time, happy fighting.
Stephen: Please feel free to buy whatever you want in the concession and gift carts.