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Mr. Flynn threw the door open, fists clenshed in rage adn lowered his icy-cool stare onto the three figures in the shadows.
"Well, Well, well.", The man in the chair said. "So we finally meet face to face Mr. Flynn. After all this time, the whole time while I wuz booking WCW we never actually met face to face. Now we do. Now we can settle the score."
"What score?", replied Mr. Flynn. "How do you know me? Do I know you?"
The man leaned forward in his chair a little, exposing a slight gleam of light off of his glasses. "Oh, I believe you do. But before any formal introductions, let me first introduce you to my two friends first. Go boys, make nice."
The duo stepped forward into the light and let their identities known to the courageous and multi-talented Mr. Flynn.
"I should have known. I thought I smelt two rats. A fat, talentless one and a skinny talentless one. So who wants to go one on one with the Lightning one first? C'mon don't be shy...........
Riki Ratchman and DJ Ran!"
"If you want me to get down on JF like neck-bone, give me a 'Yeah Right'!", said Riki.
Riki lunged towards Mr. Flynn with a microphone. Mr. Flynn quickly ducked and pushed Riki onto the ground.
"Is that all you have, chum?, Mr. flynn cleverly said.
Despite being used to embarassment since birth, Riki was angry as all get down! Red spikes shot out of his hair and towards the stunned Mr. Flynn! Of course with his Lightning quick reflexes, Good ol' JF easily sidestepped them as they rebounded off a computer monitor, off the ceiling, into and out of a fish tank, off a hand mirror, and back into Riki's head!
Riki charged at Mr. Flynn again, but htis time was met with a chop to the throat, which shattered his adam's apple instantly and finally ridded the world of one of many of nature's saddest freaks.
"Noooooooo! I wanted to be a N-N-N-Nitro Girl!"
Mr. flynn turned away from the disturbing sight and locked eyes with the most dangerous man to ever raid a Sizzler buffet, DJ Ran!
DJ gave a wink of the eye to Mr. Flynn, stunning him!
"Hey that's one of my many adorable traits!", Mr. Flynn thought to himself. "This can't be right! What could this mean?"
While Mr. Flynn was thinking to himself, the man in the chair flipped a switch on his computer board and the action seemed to move in slow motion.
"Heh, heh.", the man thought. "Just like an episode of Thunder. Crap-o-vision and slow motion."
Before Mr. Flynn realized what was happening, DJ Rqn whiped out some of his crappy CD's and began tossing them at Mr. Flynn! These CD's were razor sharp too! Look out Mr. Flynn!
The action moved very slowly and you could see the trail of wind that the CD's were leaving behind. As they approached Mr. Flynn one by one, he moved out of there way and it looked like there were 3 or 4 different Mr. Flynn's (a la 'The Matrix')! DJ Ran kept throwing the CD's at the clever and cunning Mr. Flynn to no avail.
Frustrated at this, and at the facts that Mr. Flynn could spin disc better them him and that Mr. Flynn had a much better haircut than him, DJ Ran also made the mistake of charging him! Mr. Flynn grabbed DJ by his shirt, took a hand full of CD's, and shoved them up his a$$ until he was puking up crappy tunes. the most ironic way to go. Death by choking on your own crap.
Tossing DJ Fats aside, Mr. Flynn walked up to the suddenly very frightned mystery man. He picked him up out of the chair and into the light. A look of shock came across his face.
"You. I know you. I thought you were finished here."
The face came into the light. It was none other then Vince Russo, former head booker of WCW.
"Please, have mercy on me!", Russo said, in his NY accent. "I did it for da kidz!"
"That's not good enough.", Mr. Flynn said, shaking him. "What's going on? You have to have a reason for firing me and luring me here. A trap? Why?"
"He told me too. It's all part of a master plan."
"A master plan? For what? Why does it concern me?"
"You don't understand.", Rusoo shook his head. "This goes beyond you or me. We are but puppets in HIS game. It is all in the name of a power far greater then even myself."
"You will tell me who. Busch? Nash? Hogan? Who? Answer me or feel the power of my Lightning kicks!"
"Alright, alright! Please no more punishment!", Russo said. "I'll tell you, but promise to keep it a secret. It is..........NOW!"
"Now?", Mr. Flynn said, confused. Suddenly a glass bottle broke over his head.
Now, normaly, a glass bottle broken over Mr. Flynn's head would happen in a bar fight at the local s*ithouse, resulting in a hearty laugh from our courageous warrior. However, this was different. Mr. flynn soon realized he had been poisoned with aciditic BBQ sauce and was slowly fading into unconsicousness. His last sight was that of a fat, cowboy hat wearing man standing over him.
"Good work, Ed.", Russo said. "I didn't know how much longer I would've lasted."
"S'Okay.", replied Oklahoma. "Let's just tie him to the symbol and bring him to the lord and master."
The two clowns tied Mr. Flynn to the great big smiley face with huge chains and re-enforced locks. They called in some men with cloaks on and they pickes him up. Russo hit another switch on his computer board and a gateway to another world appeared in the air. They slowly stepped into it, carrying the snoozing Mr. Flynn.
"The master will be happy. The plan is almost complete. Soon the world will belong to............."
To be continued..........
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