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"Wha? Where am I? What's going on?"
Mr. Flynn had awakened groggily from the blow to the head and was having trouble seeing. He didn't know where he was and what had taken place while he was knocked out. He soon began to realize he was in a warehouse somewhere. The warehouse was filled to the top with boxes, all looking the same and with a familar logo on them that he just couldn't put his finger on where he had seen it before. Suddenly, he was snapped back into reality as he heard voices approaching.......
".....so I told da kidz to be hip and for the parentz to 'get it'."
'......it really was a brillant article, Vince. I don't know how McMahon could've ever let you go."
"......well I told him it wuz for family reasons, but it wuz really for the dough, the green stuff, the moolah, the........HEY! He's awake!"
"Well good morning sleeping beauty! Heh, heh! do you 'Get it?' Vince? Sleeping beauty. He was knocked out so you see......"
"Of course I 'get it' Ed. After all, I invented sports entertainment. So Mr. Flynn, how was your nap? Are you ready to meet the lord and mater now? Or do you just want to beg for mercy and go home and cry yourself to sleep? Ha! Ha! 'Get it'?"
Russo's taunts were sarting to get to the semi-consicous Mr. Flynn. As he tries to reach for Russo and break him into about 463 peices, he realized he was shackled with chains and double locks to an odd looking gray smiley face. No matter, he thought. Once I get my strength back, I can easily break free and teach these creatins a lesson. But for now, let's see where this goes.....
"All right.", he said. "Bring me to your leader. I want to meet this so called 'greater power'."
"Very well, Mr. Flynn. Ed call in the goons. Let's carry him into the boss's office."
OK called in some mysterious cloaked figures and they picked up the incapacitated Mr. Flynn. They headed towards a wall and stopped, just standing there.
"You can't walk thru walls, pajama boys." Mr. Flynn taunted. "Who do you think you are, the cunning and dangerous king of the shoots, Mr. Flynn?"
"No, Mr. Flynn. We would never pretend to be you for we lack the nescisary talent and good, wholesome, looks to be like you...............In YOUR dimension! For we are in a dimension of lost souls, of no return, where those who commit inhumane crimes against nature are banished. A dimension ruled by the sickest b*stard of all, who you will meet shortly......"
With that, they walked through the wall and into a similar room, also stacked with boxes. They set him down and Russo adressed the cronies.
"Alright watch him while I go tell the master we're back. Don't take your eyes off of him and make sure he dosn't get anywhere near the goods. 'get it'?"
They nodded their heads as Russo walked through a door, but little did they know that Mr. Flynn was nearing 100%. When the door shut, the buffoons engaged in friendly banter......
"Yeah, I saw Disco last night. He's not in too good shape after the beating Kid Romeo gave him."
"That silly Disco. When will he learn. He needs a new gimmick."
Mr. Flynn pulled on the chains.
"No good.', he thought. "I still can't break them. I know! Why didn't I think of it earlier! I'll use my up-to-this-point-not known-about LIGHTNING Vision to burn through the chains."
Mr. Flynn called the guards over and asked them for a glass of water and one fetched it for him. While the other stood there, amused by his own shoelaces, Mr. Flynn burned through the chains.
"Here ya go, Mister Flynn.", the water boy said. "Fresh Poland Spring water. Fit for a king and gentleman like yo-- ARRGGH!"
Mr. Flynn had grabbed the water and thrown it in the face of the cronie, melting him instanly (don't ask)! The other ran towards him with a machetti, but Mr. Flynn grabbed the smiley face and broke it over his head, knocking him out. Ed Ferrara tried to stop him, but was given a LIGHTNING Kick right through the door, falling at the feet of a long, gray haired man wearing a robe.
"Boss!", Ed said.
"Quiet.", the voice wispered. "I want ot see him in action."
Mr. Flynn dismantled the rest of the stooges and turned his attention to the boxes. He began opening one.....
"What could possibly be in all these boxes?", he thought. "GOOD LORD! It can't be! Not my favorite breakfast item!"
Mr. Flynn picked up a smaller box from the open one, the box had the logo of "EGGO" on it!
"These sick, demonic SOB's!!!! They've stolen the worl'd supply of Waffles! Now what will young, Lightning foot, aspiring children have for breakfast!?! Who could be behind this tragedy?!?"
"I think you know, Mr. Flynn.", the long haired figure stepped from the shadows, OK shaking at his feet. "I think you;ve known all along."
"Oh my god. It can't be you. You......you.......no........you were........"
"Yes Mr. Flynn. It is really me. The crusher of hopes. The savager of young carrers. The master manipulator. It is I.........."
"...........ERIC BISCHOFF!!!!!!!!!!!"
Eric Bischoff, no one would have suspected that evil bastard to steal all the waffles! Damn him, damn him straight to Hell!--Waffleking
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