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Last time on "The Mr. Flynn conspiracy".......
Evil mastermind and mattel spokesmodel Eric Bischoff stole the world's supply of waffles in an attempt to become "king of the United States" as he put it. The only force powerful enough to try and stop him is none other than the legendary Lightning Foot, Mister Jerry Flynn. Now, the battle for the world and the waffles comes to a head as these two titans clash!
The Mr. Flynn Conspiracy: conclusion
No more MISTER nice guy.
Bischoff missed a kick high on Flynn, but avoided a throat chop from Good ol' JF and did a triple backflip to get away from the dangerous man with the killer buzzcut......
"You are more than a worthy advisary, Jerry, but this is for all the waffles and I will not fail. It is my destrucity to be one with the stars and the half with the ground. You may not comprhend what I must do to achieve my master plan of ultimate......."
"What the F*CK are you talking about!?!", Mr. Flynn looked baffled.
"Sorry. Just summoning my inner warrior."
"No, foolish one. NO ONE calls me 'Jerry". It's MISTER Flynn to you. Now I will rip out your lying tongue and choke you to death with it."
Mr. Flynn faked going one way with a punch, and instead nailed Bischoff right in the stomach with a back-side kick. Bischoff doubled over in pain and began gagging...........
"Good lord, man.", Mr. Flynn said, looking on. "What ever did you eat for lunch today?"
Bischoff looked up and grinned. "Waffles.........with anchovies!"
"That is the most vile thing I have ever seen in my long, storied life. I must get away from this truly disgusting sight."
Mr. Flynn showed up Uncle Eric by doing a QUADROOPLE backflip into a somersault twist with a split-legged landing. Mr. Flynn looked at Eric and gave a clever wink of the eye!
"Fool!", Eric said, grabbing a box of waffles. "Nobody shows me up before I get myself over first! Eat this!" Eric threw the box of delicous snack cakes at Mr. Flynn! Mr. Flynn, look out! Those boxes can cause haserdous and annoying paper cuts with their sharp edges!
Mr. Flynn was prepared as he jumped in the air and did a shor-uk-ken (from SFII) splitting the box open and sending waffles flying everywhere.
"How dare you indanger those innocent waffles like that! Prepare to meet a most untimely and ugly as sin death!" Mr. Flynn jumped in the air and said "ha-doo-ken" as a mysterious bolt of lightning escaped from his hands and hit Eric square in the face! Mr. Flynn follwed it up by floating in the air and flying at Eric with a Samuari kick, knocking Eric into another pile of waffles. The fight over, Mr. Flynn walked over to Eric's limp body and started to give out a hearty laugh when a hand reached up from Eric's side and grabbed Flynn by the throat!
Eric, smoke coming off his face and Mr. Flynn still within his grasp rose to the air and began shaking Mr. Flynn. The smoke started to clear from Eric's face and the sight shocked Good ol' JF!
"MY FACE!!! MY BEATUIFUL KEN-DOLL FACE!!!!!", Eric was screaming into the air. "YOU HAVE TO DIE NOW!!!!!"
Eric threw Mr. Flynn into a wall, actually hurting him which was thought as not possible. Mr. Flynn shook his head and his vision cleared up to see a form approaching him, making loud grunting noises. The smoke surounding the area cleared up enough for Mr. Flynn to get a good look at the man once known as Eric.
"The face........of ........Satan....himself.", Mr. Flynn said.
"THAT"S RIGHT, JERRY!!! I AM THE DEVIL HIMSELF!!! SATAN, LUCIFER, DAMIEN,......"
"....Revelations......", Mr. Flynn said with a slight smile.
"WHAT!?!"
".....Jake's other....snake......revelations......"
"YOU WOULD DARE MAKE A MOCKERY OUT OF THE ANTI-CHRIST HIMSELF!!!!", Eric/Damnation grabbed Mr. Flynn and began choking him. "YOU MAY BE MR. FLYNN, BUT I AM MR. BISCHOFF!!! NOW YOU WILL TRULY DIE!!!!!"
The world around Mr. Flynn stopped and slowly went black. He could see the unholy sight before him moving it's mouth, but could hear nothing. Mr. Flynn's eyes rolled back as Eric/Satan dropped him to the ground.
"DIE!!!DIE!!!YOU DIE!!! NO ONE MESSES WITH ERIC AND GETS AWAY WITH IT....." Eric turned and walked away. "NOT EVEN YOU, JERRY......"
".....n-o..........." Flynn, with his last ounce of strength reached for a double mocha waffle. ".....n..o..t........Je....r..ry........" He took a bite out of the waffle.
Suddenly, Mr. Flynn leaped to his feet and "hulked" himself up. Eric turned back towards the sight and grinned.
"Back for more, huh? This time I will chop you into bite-size peices and feed you to Meng. Then you will die for real."
Before Eric could do anything, Mr. Flynn was all over him with lefts and rights. Letting out a viscious grunt wit each blow, Mr. Flynn stopped and delivered a knee into the midsection of Eric. Eric took a swing with one of his demonic claws, but missed easily. Mr. Flynn rocked him with a roundhouse kick before Eric started swinging his claws wildly.
Mr. Flynn stepped back and looked upon the bloody monster. As he prepared for the final killing blow, Mr. Flynn spoke some last words to Eric....
"That's MISTER Flynn to you...."
At the speed of light, Mr. Flynn ran foward at Eric and delivered a LIGHTNING Kick right into the stomach of Eric. Amazingly, Eric was still standing and breathing with Mr. Flynn's foot stuck in him!
"I call you whatever I damn well please, jobber. Look at you. You've put me over! Your best move couldn't stop me! Now, I think I'll rip off your leg and keep it in my stomach as a trophy....."
"Keep talking....", Mr. Flynn thought. "I'm almost finished...."
".....and then....then....I'll go up .....no-o-rth... and show ...eve...ryo..ne ..th...at I'm......th....e ma...n.....who....st..opped Je....ry......WHA...T ARE ...YO...U DOIN...G!!!!!!" Eric screamed.
Mr. Flynn's LIGHTNING FOOT had begun vibrating back and forth and nothing could stop it from being free. Not even Eric's body!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
Eric's body exploded and went flying all over the room! Guts and demonic orgins covering the walls and Mr. Flynn, Jerry went over to the one half of Eric's head and looked over it.
"Never mess with a man and his waffles, punk." Mr. Flynn wiped some sweat off his brow and threw it on Eric's half-head.
With that, Mister Flynn picked up the boxes of waffles and hummed a little diddy as he prepared to bring joy and happyness to children around the world by returning their waffles to them. One last look over the mysterious warehouse and Mr. Flynn left.
"I never did find out why Eric was in this dimension. Oh well, guess it dosn't matter. He's dead by lightning and the waffles are safe so that's all that matters." Mr. Flynn walked through the wall and back into the earthly plane. He didn't see what happened last..........
Eric's hand started twitching and started making it's way towards the wall to follow Mr. Flynn. Before it could make it through, a boot crushed it. Something else was there and watching Mr. Flynn, but who? WHO?
The End.
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