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We have reached the finals of the Snowball Battle Royal! Odette, Anastasia, and Mavis are currently undefeated, thanks to Mavis using her vampiric magic to give them an edge. Anna, Moana, and Raya had a rough start, but gradually learned to work together to make it to the final fight.
Can they score a final victory for the princesses of the Kingdom? Or will the team of outsiders brought in by Elsa steal it?
3 v 3 Snow Ball Fight!
The competitors can take the battle anywhere in the castle grounds.
Get hit by 5 snowballs, you’re out.
Whoever gets out all three of their opponents, wins the tournament!
Vote for who you think wins and stay tuned to find out which team goes all the way to the end to win the tournament.
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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With the score tied, I will cast a final vote.
Anna eliminates Chel.
Astrid and Fiona double team Anna to eliminate her.
Moana eliminates Astrid.
Fiona eliminates Moana.
And Raya tags Fiona with a final snowball to eliminate her.
Anna, Moana, and Raya win, and advance to the finals!
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AND NOW (finally) THE CONCLUSION.
Bob ran for the door as his wife and the lunatic with the cape crashed through the walls of his house. He looked back in amazement as Madeline took blow after blow, only to stay upright and deliver a shot herself. He swung the door open, and stopped short. There was a short, bald man in a suit and tie standing at the doorway. “Mister, you better run!” Bob yelled as he grabbed the man’s arm and ran for the car. “Don’t worry, Mr. Frank,” the man said calmly. “Everything is well in hand.” Bob stared at the unconcerned man, trying to jog his memory. “Wait. Don’t I know you? You’ve been by my house. You wanted to talk to Maddie…”
“There, there, Mr. Frank,” Dr. Fenhoff said, adjusting his ring as Bob stared helplessly. “Everything will be alright. Just relax for me, would you? And focus.”
Fighting Yank lifted the radio and threw it Madeline. She threw a punch that shattered it into the fragments before flying straight into Fighting Yank. An uppercut sent her attacker colliding into the ceiling headfirst. He fell into another punch that sent him crashing into the fireplace. Madeline flew over to him in an instant, and began raining down punches to his head. She screamed in rage as she continued the assault, blood starting to fly from Fighting Yank’s mouth.
She lifted him up by his sweater and pulled her arm back to land a final blow. But then she froze. For a moment, Madeline’s eyes were opened to what she had been doing. Her eyes were wide in terror as she looked at the Fighting Yank, his face battered and bloodied.
Bruce. That was his name. Bruce.
She slowly let the unconscious Fighting Yank ease down to the floor. She knelt next to him, touching his face and seeing the blood on her hands. “Bruce,” she said started to sob. “What happened to you?”
“Please, remain where you are, Mrs. Frank.” Madeline spun around to see Dr. Fenhoff standing in their living room, accompanied by two gunmen and Bob. Madeline could see the glazed look in his eyes, the same way they looked at the circus. She leapt to her feet and charged at the intruders.
“Whites of their eyes,” Dr. Fenhoff intoned. Instantly, Madeline stopped in mid-swing. She stood at attention and looked forward unblinking. Fenhoff stepped forward, examining her face and nodded to his henchmen. “Excellent. Our friend was correct. The code phrases still work, even if the mental blocks have degraded. Collect Mr. Carter and bring him to the car. We have a long drive ahead of us.” The henchmen walked past Madeline and picked up Fighting Yank. “What about this guy, doc?” one of them asked, nodding toward Bob. Fenhoff smiled at him and adjusted his ring. “Oh, I’m sure Mr. Frank would like to go on a trip with his wife. You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Frank?” Bob’s face remained expressionless as he replied. “Yes. I would.”
August 3rd, 1946. Manhattan, New York City. The mansion of Silvio Manfredi.
“We should just kill them!” Bruno Karnelli pounded his fist on the table to emphasize his argument. “Yeah? And how you figure on doing that, Bruno?” Angelo Libris snorted. “You can barely keep your own house in order. How you expect to kill guys you can’t find?”
“I don’t have take that from you, you piece of…!”
“Enough!” Silvio Manfredi raised his voice above the argument. The other crimelords fell silent. Silvio cleared his throat before continuing. “The matter of these masked vigilantes is of great concern to us all. Several members of the Manfredi family have been lost in attacks by these men.”
“And just what are you goin’ do about it, Silvermane?” asked Frank Costa. “You’re the head of the table. It’s your job to stop punks like this!” Karnelli nodded and glared at Manfredi. “Maybe it’s time we get new leadership!” Joseph reached for his pistol. “Why don’t you just try it?”
“Please, gentlemen,” Count Nefaria said smoothly. “Let him speak.” Silvio Manfredi nodded in appreciation. “Thank you, Nefaria. A great deal of the activity seems to have taken place in the area of Hell’s Kitchen. With the help of my new associate Miss Underwood, my Enforcers will find and eliminate all of these meddlers.” Libris stifled a laugh, and Silvio stared at him imposingly. “Something amusing, Angelo?”
“Well from what I hear, your three stooges already tried it with one of these freaks and got their hats handed to ‘em. What makes you think some broad is going to make it any different?” Silvio was about to reply when Dottie crossed from behind his chair over to Libris. She smiled down sweetly on the crimelord. “Well, gee, Mr. Libris. I wouldn’t want you to think I wouldn’t be good for this job.” Libris looked around the table and chuckled as he looked up at Dottie. “Listen, doll, if you want something to do for me than I can ARRRRRGH!”
Dottie had quickly drawn a knife from a holster on her leg and jammed it into Libris’ hand, pinning him to the table. His bodyguard moved towards her but a kick from Dottie sent him slamming into the wall. Dottie leaned in close to Libris as he face contorted in pain. “Is that good enough for you, Mr. Libris?” she hissed. Libris nodded furiously, nothing coming out of his mouth but groans of agony.
“That’s enough, Miss Underwood,” Silvio Manfredi said. “Release him.” Dottie shrugged and yanked the knife out of Libris’ hand. He clutched it in pain as his bodyguard rushed to wrap it up and stop the bleeding. “An impressive display, Silvio,” said Nefaria. “But if I may?” Manfredi motioned to Nefaria, who rose from his seat to circle the table.
“As all of you are aware, I myself have been the victim of one of these attacks. We are not dealing with someone we can simply kill or bribe. These individuals are stronger, faster. Able to defeat any opposition. Which means that if we are to ensure their defeat, we must have power of our own.”
Joseph Manfredi looked unimpressed at Nefaria. “And just who was you planning to do that? Captain America?” The crimelords chuckled, as well as Nefaria. “Not quite, Joseph. But I did call on the services of a man who has made it his life’s work to unlock the potential of humanity. Doctor Jonas Harrow.”
The amusement of the Maggia leaders instantly turned to sounds of protest.
“Harrow?! That nut?!”
“He’s out of his mind!”
“He did a surgery on one of my boys and turned him into some kinda monster!”
Silvio rose from his seat, held up by Joseph. “Quiet all of you! Luchino, I appreciate your offer of help, but I must agree with the rest of the Maggia. Do you think it is wise for us to go to him for help?”
“If you will permit me, old friend,” Nefaria said. “Then I can demonstrate the fruits of Doctor Harrow’s labor, and how they can assist us with our current problem.” He motioned to the door and his bodyguard opened it. Two men entered the meeting room. One was dressed in brown pants and leather vest and the other was in a green pinstripe suit. But the oddest thing about the pair was the top of the man in green’s head was completely flat.
Costa leapt to his feet and pointed. “What are you tryin’ to pull, Count?! Those are my boys! They went missing weeks ago! What has that quack done to ‘em?!”
“Calm yourself, Frank. Doctor Harrow has merely improved them. May I present to you Hammerhead and Kangaroo. And if your curious about their names, then don’t worry. A demonstration can be arranged.” Nefaria nodded to his bodyguard, who charged toward the man in the leather vest. Kangaroo leapt over his assailant, letting him sprawl on the floor. He then landed with a hard stomp on his back. Kangaroo then leapt the length of the table to the other side of the room. The crimelords murmured their amazement, as Hammerhead walked to the table. He reared his head back, and slammed it down hard on the table. The headbutt smashed through the table and cracked it down it’s center, and Hammerhead looked up at the Maggia leaders completely unharmed. He grinned as he knocked on his flat head, a metallic sound ringing out. “Metal skull, metal bones. Let me at that stick throwing freak, and jam that boomer-whatever down his throat!”
Nefaria looked to Silvio Manfredi with a smile. “Do I have your interest, Silvio?” Joseph touched his father’s shoulder. “I don’t know, pop. We don’t need freaks to catch freaks!” Silvio shrugged Joseph’s hand off his shoulder. “Don’t be too hasty, Joseph. Nefaria is correct. If we are to make certain that these meddlers are dealt with, we must use all means at our disposal. All those in favor?” The other crimelords raised their hands in agreement. “Very well,” Manfredi said to Nefaria. “Your… projects will assist Miss Underwood. She will give the orders and her orders come directly from me. And these two men better be worth it, Nefaria.” Nefaria gave an elegant bow. “I assure you, Silvio. They will follow their orders to the letter.”
Next Time: Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive!
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We have reached the final snowball fight before the finals. The team of Odette, Anastasia, and Mavis have already advanced and are waiting to face the winner of this final eliminator.
In the first round, Anna had attempted to teach Moana and Raya how to snowball fight. Unfortunately, their inexperience caused them to be swept by Tiana, Rapunzel, and Merida. In the eliminator bracket, the team’s first opponents would be Mulan, Jane, and Kida, who had competed in a hotly contested round one fight. But with Anna’s help, Moana and Raya were able to use their own agility to get the advantage and get their first win. Raya secured the win against Snow White, Cinderella, and Aurora, and finally, the team scored a redemption win in a rematch with Tiana, Rapunzel, and Merida.
Chel, Fiona, and Astrid drew a lot of attention to their first fight. After fierce back and forth between Chel and Kida, Astrid was able to tag Mulan, allowing them to advance to round two. They had an easier time with Tiana, Rapunzel, and Merida, but then were decimated by Odette, Anastasia, and Mavis.
Can Anna, Moana, and Raya represent the princesses of the Kingdom and earn their way into the finals? Or will Chel, Fiona, and Astrid get a second chance and ensure the finals of the snowball battle royal are between the two outsider teams?
3 v 3 Snow Ball Fight!
The competitors can take the battle anywhere in the castle grounds.
Get hit by 5 snowballs, you’re out.
Whoever gets out all three of their opponents, advances to the finals!
The losing team will be eliminated from the tournament.
Vote for who you think wins and stay tuned to find out which team goes all the way to the end to win the tournament.
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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Pocahontas, Esmerelda, and Megara made a statement in their first round match by sweeping Ariel, Belle, and Jasmine. But they were completely outmatched by the team of Odette, Anastasia, and Mavis. Then they were all tagged out in their first eliminator against Tiana, Rapunzel, and Merida.
After this collapse, these three competitors have got some business to settle with each other before the tournament is over.
It’s every snowballer for themselves!
Get hit by three, and you’re out.
Last competitor standing, wins!
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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Many had doubts about how far the team of Snow White, Cinderella, and Aurora would go in the snowball fight tournament. And Snow White being eliminated so quickly during their first match up with Odette, Anastasia, and Mavis seemed to confirm those doubts. Shockingly, Cinderella and Aurora rallied to eliminate Odette, only to have Mavis blitz them with her vampiric powers to tag them both with snowballs.
Sent into the eliminator bracket, the three managed to completely sweep Ariel, Belle, and Jasmine, with Snow White and Cinderella still holding onto a grudge after the prank they played on them over the summer. The next match up was a close battle with Anna, Moana, and Raya, which ended with Raya using the skills taught to her by Anna combined with her fighting ability to eventually score the deciding snowball hit.
Now, the three competitors are having their final bow.
It’s every snowballer for themselves!
Get hit by three, and you’re out.
Last competitor standing, wins!
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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Chapter 6: I Was Working In The Lab…
Shroud surveyed the laboratory from inside the tube he was trapped in. Across from him the Werewolf clawed at his own enclosure. To his left, however, was another man strapped to a large, metallic chair. “Please, please!” he begged desperately. “You! You with the face! Please! You’ve got to get me out of here!” Shroud raised a hand to his face, feeling that his mask and hood were gone. The man could clearly see the blank eyes and the scarring that covered the upper half of his face. “Where are we?” he asked, his voice sore.
“Where are we?” The man laughed hysterically, then suddenly became panicked again. “This is where they do their experiments. Where they put us to learn how to create more creatures. Like that… thing in the cage!” Shroud could sense the Werewolf’s fury as it slammed against it’s cage. Shroud reached up and touched the wall of his cell, and instantly received an electric shock. He drew back in pain as the door to the laboratory opened and Dr. Wyndham and Dr. Ohn walked in. “So, how are our new subjects?” Ohn asked cheerfully. Shroud didn’t reply and Werewolf simply growled. “Now, now, there’s no need to be bad sports about this,” Ohn said. “It’s an honor to be chosen by the Headmen. Just imagine! Wants we discover the secrets of your powers, we’ll be able to duplicate them for the highest bidder! Of course, you both will probably be dead, but you’ll live on in spirit! And science!”
“Enough of your prattling, Ohn,” Wyndham said bored. “For the moment, let us turn our attention to Mr. Tarleton.” Tarleton renewed his struggle with the chair’s restraints. “Please! I’m telling you, I just worked for AIM as a janitor! I don’t know anything about what Killian was up to! I don’t know nothing about Extremis!”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Tarleton,” Wyndham said nodding to two lab techs who moved to either side of the chair. “You may not have given us information. But you will still be useful as our subject. Dr. Ohn?” Ohn was distracted looking at the chair. He snapped out of it and pressed a button on his iPad. “Oh yes, Dr. Wyndham!” The chair suddenly hummed to life, as electricity shot from it directly into Tarleton’s head. He screamed in agony and Shroud slammed into the cell wall but all he received was a shock of his own. “That’ll do you no good,” Ohn lectured. “That is the same material they were using to contain Zero Matter in the 40s. I figured you used similar stuff. It is odd. We’ve heard reports of someone matching your description in New Orleans, right down to the outfit. But he could use the Zero Matter to teleport himself. If we could copy that power in you… ha ha! This will be fun!” Shroud slumped back in the tube, the repeated shocks taking their toll.
Meanwhile, at the Tower of Shadows, the Night Shift was in the living room screaming and arguing with each other. With the exception of Needle, Hannibal and Terri, all the other Night Shift-ers were debating who was to blame for their trouble.
“I can’t believe this!” ranted Hangman. “We have a man who can see into the future, and we still got ambushed and outplayed!”
“My powers only look a minute ahead,” Tick Tock said haltingly. “By that time it was too late.”
“So what good are you?!”
“You’re one to talk, creep!” snarled Misfit. “All you got is that stupid piece of oversized dental floss!”
“Hey, don’t be like that, Misfit,” snarked Digger. “The floss is with him!”
“Say one more stupid joke, and we’ll see just how much pain a corpse can be put through!”
“All of you be silent!” Dansen yelled over the room. Suddenly a gunshot rang out. All the Night Shift turned to face Hannibal, who had shot his gun at the ceiling. Dansen nodded. “Thank you, detective.” Hannibal shrugged and holstered his gun as Terri looked at him in shock. “Just what kind of nightmare have you gotten me into, Hannibal?”
“We cannot go on like this,” Dansen went on. “We need to decide our new course of action.”
“Look at you, talking like you’re running something,” Barton Grimes sneered. “I was Shroud’s second in command. Leadership of the team falls to me.”
Barton got in Dansen’s face as Percy tried to hold him back. “And I say the leader of this gang should be the people with most power. Not some screw loose ballerina.”
“And you think it should be you and your clown of a brother?” Hangman barked. “It takes more than power to run this gang. I should be in charge and I say our new course of action is hitting Tombstone hard!”
“But what about Shroud? And Jack?” asked Moth. Hangman shrugged. “Casualties of war.”
“I don’t believe this!” Terri shouted. The Night Shift all turned to look at her and Hannibal. “Um, Terri, better just stay out of it,” Hannibal whispered. “Hell no!” Terri snapped. “I’ve been dragged into this because of you and this freak show you got here! And I have something to say about it!” She turned back to the dumbstruck Night Shift. “I know Hannibal has told me a little bit about you people. You’re criminals, thieves, even killers. But apparently he left out that you were idiots and cowards!” The Night Shift bristled at that as Hannibal put his head in his hands. “This Shroud guy is your leader. And right now these Headmen people have him and an innocent man prisoner, getting ready to do who knows what to them! So how about you stop sitting around yelling like a bunch of children, and actually use your powers to do something?!”
Digger and Misfit snorted with laughter. “Please, lady,” said Misfit. “Do we look like the Avengers to you?”
“No,” Terri said coldly. “The Avengers wouldn’t hesitate for a second to save one of their own. Especially the one who brought them together in the first place.” The room fell silent again. Dansen turned to the Night Shift. “Well? What say you? Do we allow the Headmen to get away with humiliating us? Or do we get our revenge?” Moth, Tatterdemalion, and Needle nodded. Tick Tock sighed. “I suppose I could track his communicator. It could at least give us a general location of where to look.”
“You’re not seriously listening to this?” asked Barton. “You have no idea what the Headmen have waiting for you!”
“Which is why they might need a little magic, brother,” Percy interrupted. Barton rolled his eyes and shrugged in agreement. Dansen looked at Hangman, Digger, and Misfit. “And what about you three?” Digger looked over at Terri. “Great speech. 10/10. I’ve always wanted to fight mad scientists to save a werewolf. I’m in.”
Misfit and Hangman remained silent. Hannibal cleared his throat and stepped forward. “I’m sure you two will be able to find lots of people you can beat the hell out of.” Misfit looked at Digger and nodded with a grin. “Hey? Why not? I want to get a look at these Headcases myself! Show you how easy you can bust ‘em up!” Hangman glared at Dansen, then sighed and folded his arms. “Fine. You win. What’s the plan?”
OK:
The Night Shift:
Dansen Macabre, Moth, Tatterdemalion, Tick Tock, Needle, Digger, Misfit, Brothers Grimm, Hangman, Hannibal King, and Terri Lee, all at full strength. If they can find and rescue Shroud and Werewolf, they will be able to join the fight.
The Headmen:
Gorilla Man, Shrunken Bones, Ruby Thursday, Chondu the Mystic, Jack O’Lantern, 8-Ball, and the Orb, plus 50 mercenaries, all at full strength.
If the Night Shift can rescue Shroud and Werewolf, trash the lab, and defeat the Headmen, they win.
Game On!
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After both of their teams were eliminated after two straight loses, both Belle and Mulan were given a chance to redeem themselves in three way snowball fights. Being no stranger to having snowball fights with Beast, Belle was able to use that experience to tag Jasmine and Ariel. Meanwhile, Mulan was able to outmaneuver Jane and Kida and quickly eliminate them.
Now they will go one on one to determine which of them is the better snowballer of the first two teams out of the tournament.
Get hit by three snowballs, and you’re out.
Last competitor standing, wins!
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
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3 v 3 Snow Ball Fight! Eliminator!
The competitors can take the battle anywhere in the castle grounds.
Get hit by 5 snowballs, you’re out.
Whoever gets out all three of their opponents, wins!
The losing team will be eliminated from the tournament.
Vote for who you think wins and stay tuned to find out which team goes all the way to the end to win the tournament.
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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3 v 3 Snow Ball Fight!
The competitors can take the battle anywhere in the castle grounds.
Get hit by 5 snowballs, you’re out.
Whoever gets out all three of their opponents, wins!
If the losing team loses again, they will be eliminated from the tournament.
Vote for who you think wins and stay tuned to find out which team goes all the way to the end to win the tournament.
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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Episode 7: Mighty, Mighty Man
August 3rd, 1946. Los Angeles, California. Waverly Memorial Hospital
“The movie world was saddened today following reports of the death of Whitney Frost.” Jack Thompson sat in bed looking at magazine and listening to the news over the radio. “Whitney Frost, the starlet who had captured the hearts of millions,” the announcer went on. “Had recently suffered a nervous breakdown, requiring her to be institutionalized at Metropolitan State Hospital. Though authorities have been tight lipped about the details, they have confirmed that the hospital had been the site of an attack that left several doctors, nurses, and patients injured and dead. At this moment, the only confirmed name is Whitney Frost.”
“Good,” said Jack, turning a page in his magazine. “One less psycho in the world.” There was a knock outside of the door, but Jack continued flipping through the magazine as he answered. “Come in!” Samberly peeked his head inside and walked in, carrying a small, white box. “Evening, chief,” he said in an enforced cheerful tone. Jack didn’t look up from the magazine. “What do you want, Samberly?” The scientist cleared his throat. “Oh, nothing, chief. I just came to give you this box of fudge, that I… well, actually it was Rose who…”
“Just set it on the table. I’ll be sure it eat it later.” Jack looked up to see Samberly, shuffling nervously. “Is that all?” Samberly coughed again. “Well, I mean, chief. The thing is there might be a small problem. I mean, it could be a huge problem, but…”
“Samberly!” Jack snapped. Samberly gulped as Jack glared at him impatiently. If you have something to say, say it!” Samberly took a deep breath before continuing. “Well, chief, there was a call at the office for you. It was from Chief Sousa. From London.” Jack tossed the magazine on the side table. “What did he say? Anything about Nick Driscoll?”
“I’m sorry, chief. He did mention a Driscoll, but he said that he had been killed.” Jack let his head fall back against the wall. “Damn. All this over a redacted file.”
“But, chief, that’s not the problem.” Jack looked annoyed at Samberly. Samberly instantly showed shock as he tried to back track. “I mean, uh, it is a problem about your friend dying and all, but… The problem is that I’m not sure how he could have done it.”
“Done what? Died?”
“No. Called.”
“Called who?”
“Me.”
Jack took a deep breath then motioned to Samberly. “Samberly? Come a little closer.” Samberly took a step next to Jack’s bed. Jack grabbed a hold of Samberly’s tie and pulled him across the bed. “Now, Samberly,” Jack said dangerously. “Tell me what the hell you’re talking about!” Samberly flailed helplessly for a moment before answering. “Chief! Chief Sousa. He couldn’t have called from London. Because he was at the talent agency yesterday!” Jack loosened his grip on Samberly’s tie. “It was during the attack at the hospital,” Samberly gasped. “He came in and said he found a lead on a… thing that I had been investigating for him. And he asked me to give him the… thing, so I did.”
Jack’s expression dropped. “A pin? And Arena Club pin?” Samberly was taken aback. He looked at Jack in shock. “Yes. How did you know?” Jack pointed to the door. “Get to the office now! I want everything we have on Whitney Frost! That includes anything involving Joseph Manfredi! I’ve been sitting in this bed for too long. Time to get to work! Move it!” Samberly quickly scurried to the door, pausing to look at Jack. “Chief? Did I do something wrong?” Jack looked balefully at Samberly. “Well, Samberly, I’m pretty sure you haven’t done anything right.”
Collinsville, IL. The home of Mr. and Mrs. Bob Frank.
Madeline stood before the stranger who held her husband up by the throat. “Please,” she begged. “Let him go!”
“NO!” the man yelled. “Not until we talked.” His voice suddenly softened. “We could always talk, remember? They let us practice flying together. The two of us, alone above the clouds.”
“Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Maddie, just get out of here!” Bob wheezed. “He’s crazy!”
“SHUT UP!” the man snapped. “You say another word and I’ll snap your neck right here!”
“No! Please!” Madeline pleaded.
The man looked back to Madeline. “We were meant to be together. Miss America and Fighting Yank. We fought together! We killed together!”
“I’ve never killed anyone!”
“LIAR!” Fighting Yank roared. Miss America has obviously been compromised. Proceed to Doctor Benton for check up. “Stop talking!”
“Nobody said anything,” said Madeline, her breathing becoming more shaky. “Please, what do you want from us?”
Fighting Yank closed his eyes, flinching in pain. “You have to remember. You have to make sense of it all. I keep seeing them. Hearing them. The screams. The blood. So much blood.” He opened his eyes and glared accusingly at Madeline. “And you were there. You left me behind! You let them lock me away! How could you do that to me, Madeline?”
Madeline started sobbing in fear. “Look, I don’t know you. I’ve never met you. Please let my husband go! We won’t tell anyone about this! Just go!”
Fighting Yank held her gaze as Bob’s hand fumbled around the frying pan on the stove. “Not without you, Madeline. You’ll make it all make sense. And then we’ll be together. Just like we were supposed to.” Bob finally took hold of the frying pan and swung it at Fighting Yank’s head. The clang of metal against skull reverberated around the kitchen. Out of surprise rather than pain, Fighting Yank dropped Bob to the floor. He looked up at the terrified Madeline. “Maddie! Run!” Fighting Yank grabbed him by the leg and hurled Bob across the kitchen. He crashed into the refrigerator door, and within seconds Fighting Yank was over him with fist raised. “She doesn’t belong to you!” he screamed. “You can’t protect her! I will!”
The fist rushed toward Bob, who closed his eyes tight. But no impact came. Bob opened his eyes to see Madeline grabbing a hold of Fighting Yank’s arm, preventing the blow from landing. “That’s. Enough!” Madeline shouted. She threw Fighting Yank to the floor behind her, shattering the tiled floor. Bob looked in shock at his wife. “Maddie? How did you…”
“No time for that, Bob! You have to go!” Fighting Yank rose to his feet, staring disbelieving at Madeline. “Why did you do that? After all we’ve been through?!” Miss America has been compromised. You must complete the mission. ‘Over there! Over there!’ Fighting Yank gripped his head and groaned in pain. “There’s no way I’m leaving without you!” Bob yelled as he pulled himself up with the refrigerator handle. “Honey, I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that between the two of us I’m the only one who stands a chance with him! Now go!”
Fighting Yank’s head suddenly jerked up as he fixed his maddened eyes at Madeline. “TRAITOR!!” He flew toward Madeline crashed through the kitchen wall into the living room. “Maddie!” Bob yelled, but Madeline was already on her feet. She kicked off her heels and let herself rise off the floor. “You’ve invaded my home, you hurt my husband,” she said glaring down on Fighting Yank. “I might not know who you are, but I know you’ve just made your last mistake!”
OK:
Can Miss America subdue the maddened Fighting Yank?
Will Fighting Yank have Miss America and Bob at his mercy?
Stay Tuned and Find Out!
Game On!
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AND NOW THE CONCLUSION
Dansen groaned as she tried to push herself off the ground. “Dansen!” Digger ran to her side and offered her his shovel. She grabbed a hold of it and let Digger lift her to her feet. “Tick Tock… where’s Tick Tock?” Dansen moaned holding her head. “He’s still breathing, surprisingly,” said Digger, looking over his shoulder as the short man sat propped up against an old Mustang. “He’s tougher than he looks. Well, he would have to, wouldn’t he?” Dansen wasn’t listening. She was already running toward the sounds of explosions in the distance. “Get Tick Tock back to the Tower! I’ll get Shroud!” Digger watched Dansen disappear behind the cars with an annoyed look on his face. “Why am I always the one having to babysit this geek?”
The Werewolf clung onto the bottom of Jack O’Lantern’s hovercraft. Jack O’Lantern raised his gauntlet and fired an electric shock that made the Werewolf howl in pain. It let go of the hovercraft and began to plummet to earth, but cables shot out from the base of the hovercraft and wrapped around the Werewolf’s arms. It hung limp from it’s restraints as Jack O’Lantern called to 8-Ball. “I’ve got the beast! Let’s go!”
8-Ball swung his pool cue at Hannibal, who just barely dodged it. He pulled out a pool ball shaped grenade and hurled it at the detective to leapt aside. But the resulting explosion sent him sprawling to the ground. “Hannibal!” Terri yelled. She ran towards him but was blocked by the Orb. “You stay right there, lady,” he sneered. The eye of the Orb pulsed as Terri held up her hand in a futile attempt to block it’s gaze. Shroud dived onto 8-Ball, delivering blows to the body. 8-Ball charged up the pool cue, but Shroud was ready for it. He caught the cue, jabbed it into 8-Ball’s gut, and used his force to throw him over his head and into the cars. The Orb turned and saw his fallen comrade. “Get up, moron! Beat this guy!” The distraction was all that Terri Lee needed. She delivered a running kick to the Orb’s privates, instantly making him double over in pain. She quickly grabbed his arm and used a judo throw to take him to the ground. “Don’t mess around with an officer of the LAPD,” she coughed as she stood over the fallen henchmen.
“Miss Lee!” shouted Shroud. “Run that way! My associates will get you and Mr. King out of here! Go!” Hannibal was slowly climbing to his feet and grabbed Terri’s arm to guide her out of the clearing. Shroud was about to follow, when another missile launched by Jack O’Lantern impacted right behind him. Shroud was sent flying into the air and crashed hard to the ground. 8-Ball readied his pool cue and stood behind a burned out Chevy. “Hey, goth boy! Guess what? Call me Oprah! Cuz you get a car!” He slammed the pool cue into the car door, and the vehicle flew through the air and landed with a sickening thud onto Shroud.
The three henchmen gathered around the wreckage. “I got ‘im!” cheered 8-Ball. Dark smoke started to emerge from the car, only to fade away to reveal Shroud trapped under it unconscious. The Orb directed it’s gaze at him. “Amazing! If I’m ready this right, this guy’s still alive!” Jack O’Lantern circled around the clearing, still carrying the struggling Werewolf. “Well then bring him along. I’m sure the Headmen would appreciate seeing what makes this guy tick!”
Hannibal ran passed wrecked cars and dragged Terri behind him. She could barely keep up. “Hannibal! Wait! Stop!” Hannibal slowed his pace but continued forward. “We don’t have time. I need to get you to the others.” Terri dug her heels in and Hannibal jerked to a stop. “What others? Hannibal, who was that? And that thing? That animal?” Hannibal shook his head. “Terri, you know about that phone I gave you? The one I asked to give a once over? Well, it was his.” Terri’s jaw dropped. “You had me do a phone dump on a werewolf?!”
“Detective?” The two detectives turned to see Dansen run out from behind an SUV. “Where is Shroud? And Russell?” Hannibal started running with Terri again, going passed Dansen. “They were caught. The Headmen have them. Right now we got to get out of here. By the way, Dansen, this is Terri. Terri, Dansen.” Terri looked stunned as Dansen as they continued to run through the maze of cars. Dansen lifted the watch on her wrist to her lips. “Needle? This is Dansen. Shroud and Russell have been captured. It was a trap.”
Her voice came out of the watch on Needle’s wrist. Misfit was punching a gang member repeatedly in the face. “You don’t say?” he said sarcastically. “Like we don’t have that problem!” Doctor Bong swung his gauntlet and caught Misfit square on the jaw. The bell wearing madman stood over the fallen brute. “Feel the wrath of science, abomination!” he shrieked. Hangman leapt onto Doctor Bong’s back and wrapped his rope around his neck. “Misfit! Hold him!” he barked. Misfit took hold of Doctor Bong’s arms as Hangman tightened the rope. The doctor failed his arms in an attempt to strike his helmet, but he couldn’t break Misfit’s inhuman grip. In a matter of moments, he went limp and fell still.
Percy Grimm caused a pie to magically appear in his hands. He hurled it at the gang member approaching him, striking him in the face. The man started screaming in agony, clutching at the remnants of what was his face. “Mmhmm. Got to love to acid filled pies,” said Percy. “Just like Mom used to make.” Barton pulled out a sword, but he was quickly knocked down by a large thug. The man grabbed a hold of the sword and stabbed it into Barton’s chest. Strangely, the blade simply collapsed into the hilt like a stage prop. “Now you see, that’s not how that works,” Barton said, grabbing the sword out of the confused thug’s hand. “You do it like this.” Barton drove the sword into the unfortunate man’s heart, and this time the blade went through his chest and out his back.
Bushwacker fired his gun arm at Needle who dodged out of the way. He swung his needle blade but Bushwacker blocked it with his gun barrel. “Needle! We need to regroup!” Dansen’s voice called over the radio. “Get your team out of there! Now!” Needle’s eye glared out from the hood, but he nodded. He shoved Bushwacker off him, then tapped a button on his watch to signal to Dansen. Then he turned and waved the blade to the other Night Shift-ers, and headed for the door. “Don’t tell me we’re running again from these punks!” Hangman grumbled. Percy and Barton summoned their clouds and leapt on, allowing Misfit and Hangman to join them. “For once I agree with you, man,” Barton said. “We could taken all of them!” The clouds rose up and out through the roof of the funeral home.
When Shroud finally came to, his senses told him he was trapped in a large, plastic tube. Outside of it were the Headmen, with a man with a gorilla’s body standing in front of them. “Ah, the famous Shroud,” he said. “Welcome to the Scientiatum of the Headmen. I am Doctor Arthur Nagan. I am very curious to see what we can learn from each other.” Shroud gazed unimpressed at the gorilla-man. Nagan nodded to Chondu. “Perhaps your powers can give us a peek at the innerworkings of this mind.” Chondu’s spindly, metal legs carried him to the tube. He gazed at Shroud, who’s sightless eyes stared right through him. Chondu focused all his mental energy, but after a few minutes took a step back from the tube in frustration. “This one has received training in the mystic arts. I cannot pierce his mind. It is extraordinary!”
“No matter,” coughed Dr. Morgan. “We can always learn the secrets of his powers on the examination table.” Nagan turned to the assembled scientists. “Which of you will discover this information for the Headmen?” One hand shot up in the air above the crowd. A man in a bowl cut and a lab coat stumbled forward. “Oh! Me! Me, sir! I mean, doctor. Sir! Sir Doctor!” Nagan raised an eyebrow at the nervous man. “And you are?”
“Ohn, sir. Johnathan Ohn. It would be an honor to work on this project!” Nagan waved a dismissive hand. “Very well. You will proceed with the examination.”
“Oh, thank you, doctor!”
“Under the supervision of Dr. Wyndham.”
“Oh. Thank you, doctor.”
Wyndham nodded to Dr. Nagan. “We will not fail you, doctor.” Nagan’s eyes narrowed as he turned back to Shroud. “See that you don’t. We shall learn how to duplicate the powers of this one and Mr. Russell. Or the next autopsy you will be sitting in on will be your own!”
Next Time: I Was Working In The Lab… !
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AND NOW THE CONCLUSION
The clowns opened fire at Miss America but the bullets ricocheted off of her body. She smashed into one clown and threw a punch that sent another into a booth. Bruto the Strong Man grabbed her by the ankle with both hands. He dug his heels into the ground as she looked down from him from midair. “Pretty trick, woman,” Bruto grunted. “But no trick can get you out of Bruto’s grip.”
“I don’t know,” Miss America snarked. “I think I like it here.” She swung her free leg and kicked Bruto in the head. The giant instantly was seeing stars and released the hold. Miss America flew down and caught hold around Bruto’s waist. Then she accelerated and charged into the remaining clowns and Teena, using Bruto for a battering ram. Within moments, the crooks were unconscious on the midway. Miss America dusted her hands, then took off into the air towards the big top.
She tore through the canvas ceiling and hovered near one of the tent poles. Below her was the still hypnotized crowd, sitting in silence. The Gambonnos swung in on a trapeze, Luigi hanging upside down with Ernesto holding on to his brother arm with one hand while aiming a pistol with the other. Miss America flew past them and snagged the pistol out of Ernesto’s grip. The brothers turned back in shock as Miss America crumpled the weapon in her fist. “Shouldn’t be playing with guns this high up, fellas,” she said. The Gambonnos expertly leapt off the trapeze onto a platform, while Miss America quickly flew to the tightrope and yanked it free from it’s moorings. Flying swiftly around the Gambonnos’ platform, Miss America wrapped the rope around the brothers until they were tightly bound to the tentpole.
Miss America landed in the center ring, gazing up at her handiwork. Then she looked down at her hands, and the small blemishes on her costume where bullets had impacted. Her face became taut with confusion. “What am I doing?” Madeline asked, her voice beginning to shake with worry. “How am I…” Miss America’s confusion was cut short with the feeling of something slithering up her leg. Princess Python’s giant snake, Precious, had caught her. Miss America tried to untangle herself but the reptile had already started tightening it’s grip. She could the coils constrict around her ribs and dangerously close to her neck, as the sounds of Precious’ hissing filled her ears. Princess Python looked on with a smile of smug satisfaction. “You’re tough, lady. But in a few moments, Precious will crush the air from your body. And then we’ll make sure you won’t get up again. Ready, Rajah?”
Miss America could hear the thud of giant footsteps. Making it’s way into the big top, was a bull elephant. It trumpeted ferociously as it took a position just outside the center ring. Rajah himself sat on the elephant’s back and waved down below. “All is ready, Princess. After Precious has done her work, Shiva will see to it that this infidel will be nothing more than a red, white, and blue stain on the sand.” Miss America strained as she managed to free her right hand and take a hold of Precious’ head. The snake snapped it’s jaws mere inches from her face. She fought to rise to her feet as Princess Python gasped. “Impossible! Precious! Kill! Now! Kill!” But Miss America had already freed her left hand, and landed a blow to the snake’s head. The force of the blow caused Precious to loosen it’s grip and Miss America started flying toward Rajah and the elephant, still tied up in the snake. Miss America jammed Precious’ fangs right into Shiva’s leg, causing the elephant to trumpet in pain. It reared up on it’s hind legs, sending Rajah tumbling off it’s back with a cry. The elephant charged through the center ring and out the main entrance, dragging the snake with it.
“Precious! Baby!” Princess Python wailed. Miss America got to her feet as Princess Python charged toward her. “You hurt my Precious, you flying freak!” She pulled her arm back, but Miss America caught her before the slap landed. “Two lessons, sweetheart,” Miss America said with a steel tone. “Always keep your pets on a leash, and keep your hands off other people’s husbands!” With that, Miss America punched Princess Python and sent her flying into the tentpole. She slid to the ground and fell unconscious.
Miss America heard the sounds of applause as Ringmaster walked out from behind the bleachers clapping his hands. “Spectacular! Bravo! Encore!” he said with a patronizing smile. “You are incredible! Just what this circus needs!”
“Save it, mister,” Miss America snapped. “I found the woman. The one your power didn’t work on. I saved her from your minions and I instructed her to call the police. They’ll be hear any minute. Give up and tell me how to free these people. Now!” Ringmaster tipped his hat to her and adjusted it so it pointed at Miss America. “Oh, I don’t think the police will be concerned with me. Not while they are dealing with you. Look at my hat. Let it absorb you into…” Before he could finish, Miss America had taken flight, yanked the hat off Ringmaster’s head, and smashed between her hands. Sparks and smoke flew from the hat as the felt fell away to reveal the electric device beneath. Miss America tossed the destroyed machine to one side and stared at Ringmaster with a smile. Ringmaster gulped. “Oh…” One punch from Miss America and Ringmaster fell to the sawdust floor. Miss America quickly grabbed him by the collar and flew over to the tentpole. She tied Rajah, Princess Python and Ringmaster to the pole with streamers from the bleachers then flew out through the tear she made in the canvas.
A few minutes later, Madeline Joyce-Frank walked back into the big top, and took her seat next to Bob. The crowd in the tent was starting to stir as the hypnotic effect wore off. Bob blinked as he tried to take in the sight of the circus members all in various states of being tied up and unconscious. “What…what happened?” he asked. Madeline gave him a hug. “Oh Bob! I was so worried! They were crooks! All of them! They were trying to rob from us!” Bob looked around at the crowd as people started crying out, discovering that their valuables were missing. “It was like you were all in a trance or something,” Madeline went on. “But I had gotten away. Then this strange woman just flew in and…”
“Wait a minute. Flew in?” Madeline looked at Bob’s confused expression, then started to chuckle as the sound of police car sirens drew closer to the tent. “Well, maybe we can just let the police sort it out.”
August 3rd, 1946. Manhattan, New York City. Outside the mansion of Silvio Manfredi.
Silvio and Joseph Manfredi accompanied by their bodyguards approached the doors of the Manfredi mansion. They were followed by a swarm of reporters and photographers, all shouting questions.
“Any comment on these Maggia attacks, Mr. Manfredi?”
“Have you heard about the fight between the devil and Stilt Man?”
“Are you concerned that you may be a target?”
“Shut up, you bunch of vultures!” Joseph snapped, raising a hand to his face to shield his eyes from a cameras flash. “I’ll make you eat your cameras!” Silvio placed his hand on Joseph’s arm to calm him, then turned and stood on the steps to face the crowd. “I am well aware that certain newspapers have claimed my involvement with the Maggia. It is a sad statement that in this country, a land of opportunity, if a man with Italian blood in his veins is successful, it must be by illegal means. No, I am not afraid of being a target by masked freaks. I am a businessman who is responsible for thousands of jobs in this city. For the hundredth time. I am not, nor have I ever been, involved with organized crime. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s late. I need my rest. Good night gentlemen.” Silvio turned to the door and Joseph followed, but then a reporter shouted out. “Any thoughts on the alleged death of Whitney Frost?” The crowd fell silent as Joseph turned around in shock. “What did you just say?” The unfortunate reporter cleared his throat, realizing the awkwardness of the moment. “There have been reports of some sort of violent disturbance where Miss Frost was institutionalized. She has been rumored to be among the victims. Since you and her were um, close, would you care to make a statement?”
Joseph stood frozen for a second, a look of disbelief on his face. Then he took a deep breath and stepped toward the reporter. “A statement? Sure. I’ll make a statement.” A right hand from Joseph sent the hapless reporter flying into the crowd, leaving them sprawled on the sidewalk. “Joseph!” Silvio said urgently. “Inside! Now!” The bodyguards ushered them all inside the mansion and slammed the door shut. “That bastard Dimitri!” Joseph raged. “That faceless son of a bitch! He was supposed to keep things under control! ‘Loyal to Maggia’, my ass!”
“Be quiet, Joseph!” said Silvio, taking hold of his son’s shoulders. “I don’t have time for you to be throwing a tantrum!” Joseph shoved Silvio’s hand away. “A tantrum?! Whitney’s dead! How could Dimitri let that happen? To hell with the meeting! I’m going back to LA right now! I don’t care if I have to hitchhike!” Joseph stormed to a side door, only for it to open and Dottie Underwood to block his way. “Sorry, Joey,” she said with her sweetest and dangerous smile. “But I think Silvio will be needing you here.” Joseph considered reaching for the pistol in his coat pocket, but thought better of it. He glowered at Silvio as Dottie walked him back to his father’s side. “The family is what matters, Joseph,” Silvio wheezed. “That is the one thing you never could learn. Now let us get to the business at hand.” Dottie walked ahead of the Manfredis and opened the door. It was a study with a long, rectangular, oak table. Sitting at it were the 6 heads of the Maggia families, including Count Nefaria, along with their bodyguards. Silvio Manfredi walked into the room, with Dottie pulling the chair at the head of table for him to sit. She smiled at Joseph, who just grumbled and took a seat to his father’s right. Dottie remained standing behind and to the left of the chair, and Silvio surveyed the room. “Very well, gentlemen. Let us begin.”
Collinsville, IL. The home of Mr. and Mrs. Bob Frank.
Bob pulled the car into the driveway and slowed it to a halt. He got out of the car and held the door open for Madeline. “Well, I’m sorry that the circus was more excited than I thought it would be.” Madeline gave him a kiss on the cheek, and gave cheeky grin. “No need to apologize. I’m sorry I ruined your chances with the snake lady.” Bob pulled Madeline in for another kiss. “Her name was Princess Python,” he said as Madeline laughed. “Besides, I can always see her again. In about 20 years. Or whenever they let her out. Now let’s get inside. I can start on making you a great dinner to give your birthday an ending that will make up for all of this nuttiness.”
“You go on ahead,” Madeline said. “I think I’d like to be out here for a minute.” Bob nodded. “I get it. You’ve had quite an eventful day. Good thing that flying woman you were talking about was there to buy you time to call the cops. Go ahead and take your time.” Giving her one last kiss on her forehead, Bob bounded up the driveway and into the house. Madeline looked up at the sky, then back at the car. The white giftbox that held her costume was still sitting on the backseat. It all seemed impossible. And yet, not only did she fly and fight, but she did it like she had been doing it for years. Sure, she had dreamed of flying, everyone did. But she never had done anything violent before in her life. She had always followed her mother’s advice: gentle, gentle.
Suddenly there was a crash from inside the house. Madeline turned and shouted toward the door. “You alright in there, Bob?” she teased. “Do I need to get the flying woman to save you from the kitchen?” There was no reply. Madeline was suddenly gripped with the same feeling she had a circus. Something was wrong. She ran to the door of the house and flung it open. She ran to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. There was Bob, her husband, being held up in the air. His captor was a man in a tricorn hat, a mask, a cape, and a white sweater with the American flag on it. The stranger looked at Madeline as his left hand tightened it’s grip on Bob’s throat. “Hello, Madeline,” said Fighting Yank. “We need to talk.”
Next Time: Mighty, Mighty Man!
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Are we sure these guys aren't related? There is definitely a family resemblance with the chins. I'll give to the Count. With Mac's troubled history, people will be more likely to buy something from a friendly vampire.
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Just got signed up for mine. I'm a terrible procrastinator. Will look forward to getting this. Thanks to Fox and CBUB.
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Mulan, Jane, and Kida’s tournament run has come to an end. They were competitive in round 1, with them getting out Fiona and a having fierce back and forth between Kida and Chel. But Chel eventually got the upper hand and eliminated her, leaving Mulan to get hit by a final snowball thrown by Astrid. Then when they competed in their eliminator, Anna had unfortunately shared her experience with snowball fights with Raya and Moana, leading to them being completely swept and only managing to land a single snowball on Moana.
After seeing Belle successfully defeating Ariel and Jasmine in a last chance snowball fight, Elsa is giving the same opportunity to Mulan, Jane, and Kida, with the winner facing Belle.
It’s every snowballer for themselves!
Get hit by three, and you’re out.
Last competitor standing, wins!
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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3 v 3 Snow Ball Fight! Eliminator!
The competitors can take the battle anywhere in the castle grounds.
Get hit by 5 snowballs, you’re out.
Whoever gets out all three of their opponents, wins!
The losing team will be eliminated from the tournament.
Vote for who you think wins and stay tuned to find out which team goes all the way to the end to win the tournament.
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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3 v 3 Snow Ball Fight! Eliminator!
The competitors can take the battle anywhere in the castle grounds.
Get hit by 5 snowballs, you’re out.
Whoever gets out all three of their opponents, wins!
The losing team will be eliminated from the tournament.
Vote for who you think wins and stay tuned to find out which team goes all the way to the end to win the tournament.
For the blog post that is the inspiration for this rumble, click here! Calm Before the (Snow)Storm - broadwaybeyonder - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
For the match that I wrote that also used the castle set up, click here! Match 16928 Snow White vs. Cinderella - CBUB Rated Matches - The Electric Ferret Message Boards
Game On!
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Chapter 5: One Long Horn, and One Big Eye
“So let me get this straight,” laughed Digger. “You two tried to catch a guy who lives in his momma’s basement, and he trounces you by slapping a bell on his head?” Moth and Tatterdemalion glared at him from across the study in the Tower of Shadows. Hannibal King stood across a desk from Shroud who sat calmly in a leather chair. “Verde had been giving tech from the Headmen. From what you said about their hired guns and this Ruby Thursday, they sound like a bunch of nutcases.”
“Or headcases,” said Digger. Percy Grimes snickered at the pun and Barton looked at him disapproving. “Don’t make me regret having you for a brother.”
“What? It’s funny.”
“It’s stupid.”
“Enough.” Shroud’s voice filled the room as he got up from the desk. “The point is that we now know our enemy’s name. And that gives us a glimpse into their minds. Willing to give equipment to enable geniuses to continue their work, regardless of their own mental stability.”
“Translation,” said Moth, sitting on a couch next to Jack. “A herd of mad scientists.”
“And they wanted me,” finished Jack. “If they could figure out a way to control the wolf, no one would be…” Jack was interrupted by the sound of a ring tone going off. He instinctively reached for his pockets, but his phone was still on the desk where Hannibal had placed it. The Night Shift looked in confusion, and Hannibal looked to Shroud. Shroud nodded his consent, and Hannibal picked up the phone and accepted the call.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“Just a concerned citizen. Is that you, Detective King? I wasn’t expecting to hear your voice.” Hannibal knew the unmistakably voice of Tombstone. “Well, detective?” said Tatterdemalion impatiently. “Who is it?” Hannibal raised his hand to silence the room, then spoke. “How did you get this number, Lincoln?”
“I have associates who have made it their business to know things about you, King. Including your connection with a certain LAPD detective. Would you like to hear from her?”
Hannibal blood froze as he heard the sound of the phone being passed over, then the sound of a woman gasping for breath. “Hello? Hannibal? Are you there?”
Hannibal’s grip tightened around the phone. “Terri? I’m here. I need you to stay calm, alright? I’m going to get you out of this, I swear.”
“Hannibal! He’s told me that if you don’t get him what he wants, he’ll kill me. He wants Jake Russell. He says you know someone who can give him Jake Russell. You can’t trust him, Hannibal! Hannibal!”
Terri’s voice faded out as the phone was handed back to Tombstone. “You will meet me at auto cemetery outside of the city. You will bring Russell and the Shroud. I see any of the rest of those freaks and we kill her.” The line went dead and Hannibal slowly lowered the phone from his ear. “What’s going on, King?” asked Moth. “What did Tombstone want? Who’s Terri?” Hannibal suddenly roared in frustration and smashed the phone on the floor, shattering it. “Hey! That’s my phone!” shouted Jake. Hannibal spun around and lifted Jake off the couch by his collar. “You! Why does Tombstone want you?”
“Perhaps the Headmen have made a countermove,” said Shroud. “We attempted to capture Verde, so they have enlisted Mr. Lincoln to take one of our pieces.”
“I’m not a piece!” shouted Jack. “I didn’t even want to be here!”
“I don’t give a damn what you want!” snapped Hannibal. “I’m not letting these scumbags hurt Terri!”
“And they won’t, Detective,” said Shroud.
“Now wait a minute, boss!” said Misfit. “We’ve already got wolf boy. Now you want us to give him up to save a cop?!” Shroud let his sightless gaze fall over the room and the uneasy Night Shift. “This is not about saving a cop. This is about removing Tombstone from the game for good. Detective King, Mr. Russell. You and I will be meeting with Mr. Lincoln. Tick Tock, Dansen, and Digger will be accompanying us in reserve in case of a double cross. Moth and Tatter will stay here until you have fully recovered from the Verde incident. With Lincoln undoubtably bringing his muscle to the meet, it should leave his funeral home undermanned. So we shall not less this opportunity go to waste. Brothers Grimm, Misfit, Hangman. You will attack Tombstone’s headquarters and secure any more information on his organization and the Headmen. Needle, you are in command.”
Needle nodded as Hangman glared at him. “Why should Needle be in charge of the op? He can’t even speak to give orders!” Shroud stepped toward Hangman until they were face to face. “Because I can trust Needle to follow my orders. And I know he won’t distract himself with pointless bloodshed just to amuse himself.” Hangman looked away and folded his arms. “I guess that’s it then,” said Hannibal to Shroud. “But you better be right, and we better get Terri back. Because if Tombstone kills her, it won’t matter to me how many freaks you have working for you.” Shroud looked at him stone faced. “Just remember that you work for me as well, detective. I will get your friend back. But I will not tolerate disrespect from anyone in my organization. Remember that.”
Hours later, the full moon hung over a vast expanse of burned out and broken cars. Standing in a clearing was Tombstone and five of his men. A pick up truck with a cargo bed covered in shadows down the row of vehicles and game to a stop. Hannibal got out from behind the wheel and followed Shroud. “So, the famous Shroud,” said Tombstone. “I’ve been wanting to meet with you,”
“Cut the crap, Tombstone!” snapped Hannibal. “Where’s Terri?” Tombstone motioned with his head, and two more of his men came out of the shadows carrying an unconscious Terri Lee between them, blindfolded, face bruised and wrists zip tied together. Hannibal tried to move toward her but was blocked by Shroud’s arm. “Don’t worry, Detective,” Tombstone said smugly. “She’ll live. Now, where is this wolfman I’ve been hearing about?” Shroud pointed toward the truck and the shadows disappeared to reveal the Werewolf in a cage, slamming against the bars and snarling. “Now,” said Shroud. “Give us Miss Lee and you can take Mr. Russell.” Tombstone gave a discerning look at the cage, smiling. “Not so fast. Let’s just appreciate all this. It looks so real, doesn’t it, boys?” The gangsters nodded. “But I think we might need someone to give this another look.”
Another figure walked out from behind the wrecked cars. It was a man in a red unitard and yellow gloves and boots. But his head was a large eyeball. Several feet away from the clearing, Digger looked through a pair of binoculars. He was standing next to a van with Tick Tock, while Dansen weaved her spell on the roof. “You better start looking ahead now, Instagram. We might have a problem.”
At that same moment, the Brothers Grimm crashed through the roof of the Lincoln Funeral Home. With a swift gesture they summoned to clouds that floated to the roof and brought down Needle, Misfit, and Hangman. Misfit roared and leapt off of the cloud, charging into the room. But stopped short when he saw that no one was there.
“Aw, man,” he said disappointed. “I wanted to bust some heads in.” Needle smacked him with the flat edge of his blade, and Misfit spun around and glared at him. Needle pointed at the Brothers, then toward the door leading to Tombstone’s office. Percy reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. Barton shook his head and groaned, but pulled out a lit candle. Percy set the cigar in the keyhole of the door, then Barton lit it. The cigar smoked for a few seconds then exploded, taking the door off it’s hinges.
Then gunfire blasted out of the doorway. The Night Shift ran for cover as Bushwacker emerged from the office with 6 gangsters. And behind them was Doctor Bong, with golden sphere raised. “I told you!” he cried over the chaos. “The Headmen know all! Hail glorious science!”
“Shut up and kill the freaks!” Bushwacker snarled, taking aim with his gun arm.
In the auto cemetery, Orb set it’s singular gaze on the cage and the growling Werewolf. “Scans indicate this cage is empty,” he said mechanically. “Whatever you are seeing is an illusion.” Tombstone sneered at Shroud. “You think my partners didn’t tell me about the powers your girl used on their men? Nice try, but not good enough. Kill the bitch!”
“NO!” Hannibal drew his gun and opened fire, hitting one of Terri’s captors in the side. “Dansen! Now!” shouted as he encased the clearing in shadows. Dansen stopped her dance and the Werewolf in the cage disappeared. “Let him go!” she yelled to Digger, and he flung open the door in the back of the van. The Werewolf leapt out and charged howling toward the clearing. “Alright, fright fans! Let’s wreck these guys!” shouted Digger gleefully as Dansen climbed off the van. “Digger! Wait!” cried Tick Tock. “Somethings not right! Something’s coming! It’s…”
The van exploded in a ball of fire. The Night Shift were thrown to the ground, with Digger smashing into a windshield. He looked up into the sky to see two men on hovercraft. One had the head of a giant pool ball, the other like a jack o’ lantern. Both fired missiles from their crafts then sped off to the sounds of gunshots.
Hannibal swung his pistol and smashed it against a gangster’s head, then he grabbed Terri’s arm and tried to get her to the safety. But Orb stood in his way. “Let me take a look at you, Detective,” he said fixing it’s eye on Hannibal. Hannibal tried to look away, but could only stand and stare, as the eye began to glow with a dangerous light. Suddenly Shroud delivered a kick to Orb’s back, then a strike to his helmet. “Detective! Get Miss Lee to the truck!”
Unfortunately, two missiles destroyed the truck as Jack O’Lantern and 8-Ball flew into sight. “You can’t leave now!” 8-Ball said as he flipped off his hover craft and landed in front of Shroud, twirling his pool cue. “We just want a little action!” He jabbed the pool cue into Shroud’s gut and the force sent him flying into the rows of cars. “Ooh. Sorry, bad break.”
“Stop playing around and let’s finish the job!” hissed Jack O’Lantern. The sound of a howl cut through the chaos, as the Werewolf clambered up a makeshift hill of cars, leapt off it and tackled Jack O’Lantern off his hovercraft. Tombstone turned to his men. “Let’s move! Let the Headmen deal with these freaks!”
OK:
Shroud, Hannibal King (peak human), and Werewolf all at full strength.
All other Night Shift are either immobilized or fighting with Tombstone’s men at his hideout.
Jack O’Lantern, 8-Ball, and Orb all at full strength.
Game On!
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Episode 6: She Floats Through the Air
August 3rd, 1946. St. Louis, Missouri.
The air was filled with the sound of calliope music as Madeline and Bob Frank made their way arm in arm down the busy midway. They passed the booths holding carnival barkers hawking their wares as parents attempted to guide their children through the crowd. Madeline adjusted her glasses as Bob pointed out the attractions. “How about that? How about I get you one a prize from that milk bottle game? I can win a prize for you.” Madeline shrugged. “I don’t know, Bob. I didn’t think it was going to be this crowded. Maybe we should just head for the tent and sit down.”
Bob shook his head and sighed. “Maddie, what’s gotten into you? You’ve been acting odd ever since breakfast.”
“I’m sorry, Bob. I’m glad you got us these tickets. I just don’t feel so good.” The couple had reached the sideshow, with a tall man and a short, bearded lady standing on a stage for the crowd to gawk at. “Maybe your just anxious to open up that present,” said Bob, glancing at the stage to watch the two performers dance together. “Why did you bring it with us? You could have opened it up when we got back.”
“No!” shouted Madeline, startling the people standing near them. She blushed and lowered her voice. “I mean, I couldn’t have left it there. I need to keep it nearby.”
“But why?” asked Bob. “Do you have an idea who sent it?” Before Madeline could reply, the dance finished, and the audience applauded. The two performers bowed and a barker strode onto the stage, twirling his cane. “Let’s hear it for ‘em, folks! But stick around! You ain’t seen nothin’ yet! Because we got somethin’ for all of you gentlemen in the audience! Come a little closer!”
Bob winked at Madeline and walked with her closer to the stage. “Well, this might be fun! Wonder what it is.” Madeline smiled and rolled her eyes. “I’m sure they’ll tell us.”
“Yessir, gents!” the barker continued. “You’ll get a real thrill out of this! And you ladies will be impressed, too! 15 years ago, a young Catholic school girl went on a cruise with her class across the Atlantic! The ship was caught in a storm and she was thrown overboard! She was battered and tossed by the waves but found herself on the shores of South America, on the edge of the Amazon! For 13 years, she lived in complete exile from the eyes of men! But she survived and thrived! “How?” you may ask. “How can a young girl exist in such a barbaric place on her own?” Well, friends, she wasn’t alone! She found a protector! A creature that she could bend to her will, to protect her, to hunt for her, yes! Even to kill for her! And that girl, now the most fearsome and flawless female in creation, has been found and is here this very moment! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… Princess Python!”
The barker yanked on a cord and a curtain lifted up to a gasp from the crowd, followed by several whistles. On the stage was a beautiful woman with auburn hair. She was dressed in a green leotard with tights painted to resemble scales. And wrapped around her shoulders and torso, was a 10 foot long snake. It bared it’s fangs and hissed at the crowd as Princess Python walked downstage closer to the audience. She extend her arms and allowed the snake to slither around her until it’s head rested in her hands. Bob looked over at Madeline with a grin as Princess Python petted the snake. “Well, gee whiz! That’s something you don’t see everyday. She must have eaten well in the Amazon.”
“Oh, really, Bob!” Madeline chuckled. “Don’t tell me you believe that story. 15 years in the jungle with nothing but a snake?”
“It’s a very large snake.” The snake hissed as it untied itself from around Princess Python and landed on the stage. It darted toward the audience and snapped it jaws, causing the front row to jump back and cry out in alarm. “Do not be afraid, my friends,” Princess Python said smoothly. “Please, stay still and silent. Precious? Return to me, my dear.” The snake turned back to face Python, watching her sway slowly back and forth. Amazingly, the snake followed her movements. Python stretched her right arm into the air and looked up to the sky, and the snake slithered toward her. The crowd burst into applause as Precious circled around Princess Python, traveling up her body until resting it’s head back on her shoulder. Bob was among those applauding. “Did you see that? I think she was looking at me!”
“Yeah,” said Madeline as she turned him toward the main tent. “And wondering if her snake could eat you in one gulp or two. Let’s get to the tent, Bob. The show’s about to start.” Bob shrugged, and gave one last look to Princess Python before letting Madeline guide him. “Whatever you say, birthday girl.” Princess Python waved to the crowd still gathered at her booth, a dangerous look behind her smile. “If you think this was something, you all better head for the big top! It’s almost show time!” She turned and headed offstage and was met by the barker. Her pleasant demeanor dropped instantly. “Bunch of yokels. I bet we won’t even break even in this town.”
“Take it easy, Zelda,” the barker said. “The boss got a tip that the people around her have a lot of dough. You just get to center ring with the rest of the crew.” He reached for her arm, but Precious snapped at his hand. He jerked it back in alarm. Princess Python smiled sweetly. “Be careful there! Precious has been quite hungry lately.” The barker glared at Python as she and Precious walked through the cast entrance to the main tent.
Madeline and Bob made their way down the bleachers until they reached their seats. The tent was buzzing with excitement. Two acrobats flipped and somersaulted across the center ring, until one came to a stop, and his partner landed standing on his shoulders. The two men waved and exited the ring as the crowd applauded. That is when a man in a green coat covered in a stars and a purple hat entered the ring, encouraging the audience to applaud some more. “The Great Gambonnos, ladies and gentlemen! A thrilling display! Let them know your appreciation!” The crowd roared in approval. The man held his hands high in benediction. “Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! We, of the Tiboldt Family Circus, are grateful beyond measure that you chose to join us this glorious day! I am your humble ringmaster! Are you ready for the show to commence?”
“YES!” the crowd shouted, including Bob. He didn’t notice Madeline taking off her glasses and massaging her temples. She felt the strangest sensation. Something wasn’t right. And it was something about that ringmaster. “Before we begin,” he went on. “I must ask for your complete and utter attention! Focus all your thoughts to the center ring! This is a world all to itself! Let yourself be made a part of it! Absorbed in it!” The Ringmaster slowly started turning in a circle, directing his speech to every side of the tent. And as he turned, Madeline noticed the crowd becoming quieter and quieter, until it had fallen dead silent. The once excited crowd was now sitting in their seats with blank expressions on their faces. What was it about that man? Madeline looked at the Ringmaster again, and was drawn to the back of his hat. Only now the hat seemed to blur. It was as if she could see straight through it, to what was concealed underneath. Positioned inside the hat, was a small mechanical device that look like a radio. For reasons not even Madeline could explain, she knew that that device was doing something to the audience.
She got out of her seat and ducked behind the colorful barricade in front of her. “Maddie! What are you doing?” Madeline stayed down, looking into her purse. “Bob, get down! Don’t look at that hat!”
“There you go again, Maddie! Relax! It’s all part of the shooooo…” To Madeline’s horror, she looked up to see Bob gazing spellbound at the center ring, along with everyone else sitting with them. A part of Madeline wanted to scream and run for help, but then she felt compelled to stay. Someone needed to find out what was going on. She slowly returned to her seat, and did her best to assume a similar blank look.
The Ringmaster had finished his work, and not a sound came from the hypnotized audience. He turned to the crowd of circus performers behind him. “Alright, people! You know the drill! Get out there and get whatever you can lay your grubby hands on!” Madeline fought hard not to blink as the performers swept up into the bleachers. The moved throughout the crowd, emptying wallets and removing jewelry from unresponsive people. Princess Python made her way down the row where Madeline and Bob were sitting, putting necklaces and rings in a satchel. She unclasped Madeline’s own bracelet from her wrist, and looked at it unimpressed. “Hmph. Will surprised if we get 10 bucks for this.” Madeline didn’t flinch as Python moved on to Bob. The snake charmer looked down on him with smirk. “Oh I remember you. You caught my act? Well, I guess it’s only fair if I’m taking something from you, I might as well give you something. Not that you’ll remember anything.” Placing the satchel on the ground, Python straddled Bob, took hold his head in her hands, and forcibly kissed him. Madeline unthinkingly gave a gasp of shock before biting her lip. Princess Python, still seated on Bob, spun to look at Madeline with a glare. She looked up and down as Madeline tried to regain her composure.
“Ringmaster!” Python yelled. “I think you might have missed someone! She’s snapping out of it!” Ringmaster strode to the bleachers with a sinister smile. “No matter, Princess. She’ll be in my power again. Look at me, my dear. Watch the hat.” Madeline saw the spinning shapes in Ringmaster’s hat, absorbing her and dulling her mind.
She leapt out of her seat, and ran for the entrance to the tent. “Stop her!” yelled the Ringmaster. “Don’t let her get away!” Two clowns jumped in front of Madeline but she leapt over them and landed outside the big top. Princess Python summoned Precious to her as she watched Madeline disappear into the deserted midway. “Maybe we can have her work with the Gambonos.” Ringmaster didn’t acknowledge his snake charmer as shouted orders to his crew. “Bruto! You and Teena take the clowns and search the midway! Ernesto and Luigi! You stay here with Rajah and Princess in case that woman comes back! These people will only be in my power for another 50 minutes! Move!”
Madeline ran faster then she thought she was ever capable, until she could feel her feet leave the ground. She zoomed through the midway until she reached the clearing which the circus had made a makeshift parking lot. She tumbled to the ground and landed in a heap a few feet from her car. She jumped in and slammed the door, breathing heavily. What was she to do? Someone had to save those people, to save Bob. Slowly, her panicking expression faded, as she turned to look at the white gift box still sitting in the backseat.
Bruto the Strong Man led a group of clowns down the rows of booths. The clowns had armed themselves with pitchforks, bats, and some even held pistols. “Hey, Bruto!” one of them shouted. Bruto turned to address the clown. “What you want? You see woman?” Bruto’s gaze followed the clown’s pointing finger to see Madeline Joyce-Frank, dressed in a red outfit and blue cape. “Hold there!” Bruto shouted. “You come with us!” Madeline continued to walk toward them. One of the clowns pulled out a gun and fired. Madeline held up her hands to her face, only feeling the bullet bounce off her arm and land harmlessly a few feet in front of her. The clowns all stared in shock as Madeline lowered her hands to glance at the bullet, then looking up with a determined smile. “Take it easy, gentlemen. You ain’t seen nothing yet!” Miss America took off into the air, then dived down toward the Circus of Crime.
OK:
Can Miss America defeat Ringmaster and his gang?
Or will she be beaten and fall victim to his hypnotic power?
Stay Tuned and find out!
Game On!
Rumble 17829 Odette and Anastasia (1997 Movie) and Mavis Dracula vs. Anna Of Arendelle and Moana and Raya
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With the score tied, I will cast the final vote.
The battle starts with Team 2 throwing as many snowballs as they can at Mavis to try to get her out early. They manage to tag her twice.
Mavis dodges the rest of the snowballs, but they wind up hitting Odette instead, who quickly gets the 5 hits to eliminate her.
Anastasia jumps into the fray to distract Team 2 while Mavis looks for higher ground in the courtyard.
She manages to tag Anna before Moana and Raya pelt her with snowballs to eliminate her.
Mavis then swoops down and blitzes Anna with snowballs, eliminating her.
Raya and Moana run for cover, Moana managing to tag Mavis again before she is eliminated.
It is down to Raya (2 hits) and Mavis (3 hits).
Mavis chases Raya into the corridors of the castle, landing 2 more snowball hits (4 to 3).
Raya dodges another snowball and lands a hit of her own (4 to 4).
Raya hides in the courtyard behind a snowbank and lets Mavis go past her.
She uses her whipblade to catch Mavis and bring her to the ground, stunning her.
In that moment, Raya tags Mavis with one last snowball to eliminate her.
Anna, Moana, and Raya win the Snowball Battle Royal!