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The time has come for the next great chapter of the Mr. Flynn adventures to take place. A couple of notes before we get to the action.....
- This takes place out of regular Flynn continuity. Many characters you see in this story have very different roles in other Mr. Flynn stories, so please don't get confused. If any of you are familar with DC comics, think of this as an "Elseworlds" story. I always liked the sound of that better than "What if?!".Also keep in mind, most of this will not make any sense as that is the purpose.
-Some of you may have noticed the poll I did to see who you want to be in this story, but the truth is I was going to use most, if not all, of those characters regardless of the outcome.
-In the rare case that Morgan Creek productions, Time-Warner Inc., or Jerry Flynn or other people represented in this story are reading this....PLEASE DON"T SUE ME FOR COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT! This is a joke, a parody, a goof, etc.
-Well, with that out of the way......
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The following movie is rated NC-17
en english and nothing else.
In stereo and surround sound where available.
The following program contains:
A Vanilla Hero production.
JERRY FLYNN
NORMAN SMILEY
JERRY FLYNN: PRINCE OF SHOOTERS
JUVENTUD GUERERRA
STEVE BLACKMAN
and TORRIE WILSON
also starring a bunch of other wacky and zany characters!
Various scribillings on walls are shown of televisons, wrestlers, shooters, and sports entertainers and the fans that love and hate them.
800 years ago, Eric "The KenDoll", king of Atlanta, led the first great ratings war to reclaim the Holy Land from the McMahons.
Most of the young wrestlers (mostly luchadors) who flocked to his banner never returned home.
The sounds of the Conneticut Yankees take us to the town of Stamford, CT circa 1194 AD.......
"AHHHH!", the young, unamed luchador screamed in agony as two men tortured him by making him watch some Hulk Hogan matches.
The two men pick up the unamed one and bring him over to a chair. After strapping him into it, they call over a man with a huge machiti. He raises it over his head and prepares to strike the unfortuante luchador.
"No! Please! Have mercy! I am but a talented wrestler who was ignored by the great kings of Atlanta! Please! Don't! AHHHHHHHHH!"
The sword falls and cuts open the luchadors mask, forever bringing him great shame. The heartless men laugh and drag the now un-lucha luchador outside, sending him out into the world, practically naked without his beloved mask.
The place where this atrocity has taken place is a small, yet heavly guarded, dungeon beneath Titan Towers, home base of the evilempire seeking to destroy all that is holy in wrestling, the McMahons. Around the dungeon we see various familar faces, most of whom fought on the side of good in this war. That side is World Championship Wrestling, which stands for tradition, baby!
One man chained to a wall, sits calmly and cooly watching the events that have transpired. He is a handsome man, yet his hair uncut and his face unshaven for many months. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a man wearing what appears to be some football equipment. He also has long hair and is unshaven. They eye each other as if they have a plan to get out of this horror.
"They say you stole Honky's gimmick.", one of the guards, a man by the name of Brisco says to the man seated next to the first unkempt man.
"It is a lie.", the man with the outdated suit and a flashy shirt replies. "I caught him stealing mine" as he points to the man next to him.
"Bring him to Tiger Ali.", Brisco says, pointing to the other guard.
"Wait! I stole his gimmick!", the calm man says.
"That is not true.", the flashy shirt fellow says. "You are too talented to be given such a crappy gimmick."
"They're not interested in the truth". The calm, handsome man eyes the other man, lurking in the shadows.
".....but he's lying......"
"You are too weak, Glen. You would live."
The guard turns around.
"As you wish. Patterson, bring the other one to Tiger Ali as well."
Patterson, the man wearing nothing but leather and chains and carrying a whip, walks over to Glen and feels him up. He calls over the other guards and they release the two men from their chains and carry them to Tiger.
"I am sorry, Jerry.", Glen says. "I am sorry."
The man in the shadows watches.
The guards brought Jerry over to table and knelt him down. Since Jerry was not wearing a mask , Tiger Ali decided that he would cut off his hand instead. Jerry bravely stuck out his arm, ready to lose his beloved hand, the one which had kept him company on many lonely nights in Titan Towers. Tiger Ali strapped his hand to a wooden stand as another guard tried to tie Jerry's other hand behind his back. Jerry pulled away from that guard, keeping his hand in place for Tiger Ali.
"This is Lightning courage.", he said.
Tiger raised his sword in preperation of striking Jerry as Glen watched on. The sword stayed there for a moment then came flying down towards it's target!
Jerry suddenly moved, pulling the guard who was holding his hand on the stand into the line of fire as the sword sliced off his hand instead! Jerry jumped up and kneed Tiger Ali in the gut, then smashed his head aganist the wooden stand! Jerry picked up the sword and turned around.
Glen had struck the guard holding him and thrown him into a firepit.
"That's for five years of violating me, Patterson!"
Jerry knocked out a few other guards as more began rushing into the dungeon, seeking to subdue him. One came creeping up on Jerry.
"Behind you!", the man in the shaodws who was chained to a wall yelled to Jerry.
Jerry turned and sliced the guard in the midsection, then swung around and decapitated the fallen victim.
The guards temporarly defeated, Jerry looked around the dungeon at his friends and foes from the good old days, all who were chained to the walls. Jerry took a step towards one and was ready to free him when Glen grabbed him.
"C'mon Jerry. for God's sake." Jerry wouldn't move. "COME ON!". Glen pulled at Jerry's arm.
Jerry turned and ran to the man in the shadows as various pleas came form the prisoners to free them. Jerry raised the sword as the shadowy man ducked. The sword struck the chains and he was free, free at last!
"Come, lightning foot, I will show you the way out.", the shadowy man said.
"They're coming Jerry! Hurry!.", Glen said.
Jerry and Glen followed the man to the back of the dungeon where a series of sewers lurked. More guards entered the prison and began looking for the escapies, to no avail. The trio took a few twists and turns around the sewers and climbed a ladder upwards. The shadowy man lifted a manhole cover and the trio found themselves in the middle of Greenwich square in CT.
"You are lightning fast with a sword,my friend.", the man said to Jerry.
"Five years I've waited for the smell of free air, it makes a man fast if you smell what i'm cookin'?"
As the three turned to get out of the village, they did not see the sharpshooter perched atop a building, eyeing them.
"No one escapes Lord Vince.", the man with pink and black attire thought to himself. "I made that mistake once. No one escapes Titan with their reputation intact. Or............THEIR LIVES!"
to be continued.......
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