The battle for Mount OCWympus: Part 2(Max) |Facing bullies
Feb 21, 2023 16:43:01 GMT -5
zybala likes this
Post by Max Rotten on Feb 21, 2023 16:43:01 GMT -5
Max: You know what? I’m gonna get even with that security guard.
Gilbert looks at Max bewildered.
Gilbert: OK um…
Max: What?
Gilbert: First of all, th-the security guard was just doing his job and second of all… tell me again how you are technically a babyface in wrestling?! A good guy?! You should be the biggest bad guy on the planet!
Max once again shoves a hamburger into his mouth since the two heroes are still eating lunch at the museum.
Max: What? Why?
Gilbert: You wanna beat everyone up all the time.
Max: Oh, please! All the best wrestlers want to do that!
Gilbert: Not out in public!!
Max: No? I can think of several over the years, pal. Besides, people love me. I’m ‘cool’.
Gilbert looks at Max as he nonchalantly shoves yet another hamburger into his mouth. Gilbert looks at Max agape and Max cannot help but notice this.
Max: What’s up, Pipecleaner?
Gilbert: Are you ever going to stop calling me ‘Pipecleaner’?
Max: Ah come on, ya scrawny bastard. At least these days I’m saying it with…
Gilbert: Love?
Max: Gross. No! But you ain’t a bad kid, so…..
Gilbert smiles. He realises that this is as close as Max is ever going to get to a compliment, so he takes the win.
Gilbert: Thanks, Max. Anyway, how many burgers are you having? That’s got to be your fourth one at least.
Max: What? I’m hungry. So tell me more about this day dream that you had.
Gilbert: OK. So…. It went like this….
The camera then fades out to the typical dream sequence thing from Scooby Doo/Wayne’s World - you know the one, doodle-oo-do! Doodle-oo-do - and we open to Max-res trying to train Gilmes ready for their upcoming battle with Hades and Zeus for the supremacy of OCWympus. Unfortunately however, Gilmes is failing because as Gilmes and Max-res are sparring with two swords (or at least what Max-res considers sparring) Gilmes is having trouble even lifting said sword. Gilmes may be a god himself but he certainly doesn’t have the physique of one. As Max-res attempts an overhead swing Gilmes gingerly attempts to hold the sword but his skinny knees are knocking together in fear. Gilmes then drops the sword and screams.
Max-res: Gilmes! For my sake!! How many times must we go over this?
Gilmes: I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Weapons aren’t my specialty. I’m a messenger Max-res.
Max-res: For crying out loud, boy! Hold the sword up properly!
Gilmes: I-I’m trying!
Max-res: I don’t need to hear your excuses boy! Now… hold the sword like this….
Max-res marches over to Gilmes and helps him ‘adjust’ his grip on the sword.
Max-res: …..and then parry my attack. Like this!
Max-res roars as he brings his sword crashing down onto a panicking Gilmes. Gilmes nearly wets himself with fear. (Did Gods require bathroom facilities? I don’t know, fuck it. It’s in there. If Gods can procreate and have sons and daughters then they can go to the bathroom). The scene then fades out.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It’s later in the day on Mount OCWympus and Zeus is sat on his throne, thunderbolt in hand talking to his brother Hades when suddenly Max-res shows up with a cowering Gilmes shaking behind him.
Zeus: Ah, Max-res… To what do we owe this pleasure?
Max-res: Well it’s very simple, Zeus. I figured why should we wait for the up-coming battle? I figured why don’t we battle for complete and utter supremacy of Mount OCWympus right now?
Zeus: You know the rules Max-res.
Max-res: IN WAR THERE ARE NO RULES, ZEUS!
As Max-res shouts, he grows taller, towering over Zeus, Hades and Gilmes and as he stares down at the three of them.
Max-res: NOW WE CAN DO THIS THE HARD WAY WHERE WE DO BATTLE WITH HONOUR OR WE CAN DO IT THE FUN WAY WHERE I STOMP YOUR PUNY ASSES INTO OBLIVION!
Zeus, Hades and Gilmes stare up at Max-res as they watch him lift his foot up and then it comes crashing down again, shaking Mount OCWympus to its very foundations. The camera then fades out and back to Gilbert and Max.
Gilbert: ……It was pretty much like that.
Max: Interestin’. Still, you have some fucked up day dreams, kid.
Gilbert: Yeah I guess I do.
Max: Not that that’s a bad thing bud. It all starts from there you know.
Gilbert: Uhh….w-what all starts from where?
Max: Bein’ a violent son of a bitch, of course!
Max then turns to the camera, breaking the fourth wall.
Max: ………and speakin’ of being a violent son of a bitch…..
A sneering smile crawls across the face of Max as Gilbert looks on.
Max: Greek Gods! My god, how you boys are fucked now, huh? Somehow you’ve squandered your way into the Marcus Welsh tournament…..somehow you made it past the first fuckin’ round and now? Now you’re about to hit a brick fuckin’ wall kids. See, I don’t know what’s wrong with you two….why you two believe that you’re actual Greek Gods. Did you get kicked in the heads a few too many times or somethin’? But if you think that the two of you are gonna beat me and the kid, here…
Max thumbs back over his shoulder at Gilbert.
……But you two are severely mistaken. Let me tell you boys somethin’ alright? I’ll be damned if you two are going to beat me and Gilbert. See you two might be Gods (at least in your pea sized little brains) but like your fellow Greek God Ares, I’m the very personification of VIOLENCE and because of that………..I’m very good at it. So I’ll tell you another tidbit for free as well: Show up at Dystopia XXX and I guarantee you won’t be leaving. The kid and me, we’re going to be coming to Dystopia XXX with body bags and the two of you will be leaving in them.
I know that everything in Dystopia is a joke to you because who the fuck could take you two seriously? But one thing that won’t be a joke - one thing that will be VERY, VERY real? The violence. The maiming. It won’t be us standing victorious in the middle of the ring and you two nursing your war wounds, pissing yourselves, crying to your mama. It’ll be us two standing victorious in the middle of the ring and you two DEAD! Do you hear me?! This ain’t just a wrestlin’ match. I’m actively going to look to kill ya in that ring. Show up at Dystopia XXX and you two WILL DIE! Whether it’s me kicking your damn head off, whether I’m gonna explode your nuts as I stamp on them causing a fuckin’ hemorrhage, or I punch you so bad that you develop a fuckin’ aneurysm! I don’t give a fuck! What matters is that the Greek Gods DIE at Dystopia XXX so my friends…. Get your fucking papers in order because ol’ Maxxie Rotten is gonna be giving the Greek Gods their last fuckin’ rites (and Gilbert will be there too, I guess).
If you two had any kind of brains at all then you would know that facing Max Rotten is a very bad idea boys. But…… since you share about half a brain cell between ya, I guess school will be in session. So show up at Dystopia XXX. I fuckin’ dare ya.
—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The screen fades out and after a few moments, we fade in to where Max Rotten and Gilbert are in a gym where Max is training Gilbert at a heavy bag.
Max: Come on Gilbert, throw a punch damn it!
Gilbert: O-OK. I-I’ve got this Max.
Gilbert then throws one of the weakest punches ever. It doesn’t even make a noise on the heavy bag, let alone move it. Gilbert is tired out from the punch and Max isn’t impressed, but for the sake of his partner, remains quiet. Suddenly a man walks over, laughing at Gilbert.
Man: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….. Oh my God, kid…what was that?
Max: Hey, gigapunk! Leave the kid alone.
Man: That fucking sucked man….Were you bullied in school?
You should have been.
Max: I told you, leave the kid alone.
Man: Yeah? Or what?!
Max: Or he’ll fuck you up, like we’re gonna do to the Greek Gods on Dystopia in a few fucking days, you asshole!
Man: Oh, that’s right… you’re Gilbert from OCW, aren’t you……and you’re Max Rotten… pfft you guys suck dick man.
Gilbert: I’ve learned to s-stand up to bullies like you! G-get out of here!
Man: Yeah? And who’s gonna make me? You? You and what army?
Gilbert: This one.
Suddenly every single babyface member of the Outsiders Roster is there at the back of Gilbert. Even Marcy and Roxxie are there. And then Lord Allton appears behind Gigapunk.
Gilbert: Y-you see friend…. This isn’t just any gym. This gym is the former Powerplant of Lord Allton.
Man: L-lord Allton?!
Allton: Say the devil’s name and he shalt appear…. Asswipe. I don’t know how you got in here, but leave the people of the Dystopia and Equality rosters alone, or I’ll personally make sure you NEVER walk again.
Man: Y-yes sir. S-sorry Gilbert. Good luck in your match.
Tank opens the door to the gym and the man bolts it out of the building. Everyone then looks at the camera.
Allton: Don’t miss Dystopia XXX, it’s gonna be the biggest show yet.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Word Count: 1,581
Gilbert looks at Max bewildered.
Gilbert: OK um…
Max: What?
Gilbert: First of all, th-the security guard was just doing his job and second of all… tell me again how you are technically a babyface in wrestling?! A good guy?! You should be the biggest bad guy on the planet!
Max once again shoves a hamburger into his mouth since the two heroes are still eating lunch at the museum.
Max: What? Why?
Gilbert: You wanna beat everyone up all the time.
Max: Oh, please! All the best wrestlers want to do that!
Gilbert: Not out in public!!
Max: No? I can think of several over the years, pal. Besides, people love me. I’m ‘cool’.
Gilbert looks at Max as he nonchalantly shoves yet another hamburger into his mouth. Gilbert looks at Max agape and Max cannot help but notice this.
Max: What’s up, Pipecleaner?
Gilbert: Are you ever going to stop calling me ‘Pipecleaner’?
Max: Ah come on, ya scrawny bastard. At least these days I’m saying it with…
Gilbert: Love?
Max: Gross. No! But you ain’t a bad kid, so…..
Gilbert smiles. He realises that this is as close as Max is ever going to get to a compliment, so he takes the win.
Gilbert: Thanks, Max. Anyway, how many burgers are you having? That’s got to be your fourth one at least.
Max: What? I’m hungry. So tell me more about this day dream that you had.
Gilbert: OK. So…. It went like this….
The camera then fades out to the typical dream sequence thing from Scooby Doo/Wayne’s World - you know the one, doodle-oo-do! Doodle-oo-do - and we open to Max-res trying to train Gilmes ready for their upcoming battle with Hades and Zeus for the supremacy of OCWympus. Unfortunately however, Gilmes is failing because as Gilmes and Max-res are sparring with two swords (or at least what Max-res considers sparring) Gilmes is having trouble even lifting said sword. Gilmes may be a god himself but he certainly doesn’t have the physique of one. As Max-res attempts an overhead swing Gilmes gingerly attempts to hold the sword but his skinny knees are knocking together in fear. Gilmes then drops the sword and screams.
Max-res: Gilmes! For my sake!! How many times must we go over this?
Gilmes: I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Weapons aren’t my specialty. I’m a messenger Max-res.
Max-res: For crying out loud, boy! Hold the sword up properly!
Gilmes: I-I’m trying!
Max-res: I don’t need to hear your excuses boy! Now… hold the sword like this….
Max-res marches over to Gilmes and helps him ‘adjust’ his grip on the sword.
Max-res: …..and then parry my attack. Like this!
Max-res roars as he brings his sword crashing down onto a panicking Gilmes. Gilmes nearly wets himself with fear. (Did Gods require bathroom facilities? I don’t know, fuck it. It’s in there. If Gods can procreate and have sons and daughters then they can go to the bathroom). The scene then fades out.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It’s later in the day on Mount OCWympus and Zeus is sat on his throne, thunderbolt in hand talking to his brother Hades when suddenly Max-res shows up with a cowering Gilmes shaking behind him.
Zeus: Ah, Max-res… To what do we owe this pleasure?
Max-res: Well it’s very simple, Zeus. I figured why should we wait for the up-coming battle? I figured why don’t we battle for complete and utter supremacy of Mount OCWympus right now?
Zeus: You know the rules Max-res.
Max-res: IN WAR THERE ARE NO RULES, ZEUS!
As Max-res shouts, he grows taller, towering over Zeus, Hades and Gilmes and as he stares down at the three of them.
Max-res: NOW WE CAN DO THIS THE HARD WAY WHERE WE DO BATTLE WITH HONOUR OR WE CAN DO IT THE FUN WAY WHERE I STOMP YOUR PUNY ASSES INTO OBLIVION!
Zeus, Hades and Gilmes stare up at Max-res as they watch him lift his foot up and then it comes crashing down again, shaking Mount OCWympus to its very foundations. The camera then fades out and back to Gilbert and Max.
Gilbert: ……It was pretty much like that.
Max: Interestin’. Still, you have some fucked up day dreams, kid.
Gilbert: Yeah I guess I do.
Max: Not that that’s a bad thing bud. It all starts from there you know.
Gilbert: Uhh….w-what all starts from where?
Max: Bein’ a violent son of a bitch, of course!
Max then turns to the camera, breaking the fourth wall.
Max: ………and speakin’ of being a violent son of a bitch…..
A sneering smile crawls across the face of Max as Gilbert looks on.
Max: Greek Gods! My god, how you boys are fucked now, huh? Somehow you’ve squandered your way into the Marcus Welsh tournament…..somehow you made it past the first fuckin’ round and now? Now you’re about to hit a brick fuckin’ wall kids. See, I don’t know what’s wrong with you two….why you two believe that you’re actual Greek Gods. Did you get kicked in the heads a few too many times or somethin’? But if you think that the two of you are gonna beat me and the kid, here…
Max thumbs back over his shoulder at Gilbert.
……But you two are severely mistaken. Let me tell you boys somethin’ alright? I’ll be damned if you two are going to beat me and Gilbert. See you two might be Gods (at least in your pea sized little brains) but like your fellow Greek God Ares, I’m the very personification of VIOLENCE and because of that………..I’m very good at it. So I’ll tell you another tidbit for free as well: Show up at Dystopia XXX and I guarantee you won’t be leaving. The kid and me, we’re going to be coming to Dystopia XXX with body bags and the two of you will be leaving in them.
I know that everything in Dystopia is a joke to you because who the fuck could take you two seriously? But one thing that won’t be a joke - one thing that will be VERY, VERY real? The violence. The maiming. It won’t be us standing victorious in the middle of the ring and you two nursing your war wounds, pissing yourselves, crying to your mama. It’ll be us two standing victorious in the middle of the ring and you two DEAD! Do you hear me?! This ain’t just a wrestlin’ match. I’m actively going to look to kill ya in that ring. Show up at Dystopia XXX and you two WILL DIE! Whether it’s me kicking your damn head off, whether I’m gonna explode your nuts as I stamp on them causing a fuckin’ hemorrhage, or I punch you so bad that you develop a fuckin’ aneurysm! I don’t give a fuck! What matters is that the Greek Gods DIE at Dystopia XXX so my friends…. Get your fucking papers in order because ol’ Maxxie Rotten is gonna be giving the Greek Gods their last fuckin’ rites (and Gilbert will be there too, I guess).
If you two had any kind of brains at all then you would know that facing Max Rotten is a very bad idea boys. But…… since you share about half a brain cell between ya, I guess school will be in session. So show up at Dystopia XXX. I fuckin’ dare ya.
—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The screen fades out and after a few moments, we fade in to where Max Rotten and Gilbert are in a gym where Max is training Gilbert at a heavy bag.
Max: Come on Gilbert, throw a punch damn it!
Gilbert: O-OK. I-I’ve got this Max.
Gilbert then throws one of the weakest punches ever. It doesn’t even make a noise on the heavy bag, let alone move it. Gilbert is tired out from the punch and Max isn’t impressed, but for the sake of his partner, remains quiet. Suddenly a man walks over, laughing at Gilbert.
Man: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….. Oh my God, kid…what was that?
Max: Hey, gigapunk! Leave the kid alone.
Man: That fucking sucked man….Were you bullied in school?
You should have been.Max: I told you, leave the kid alone.
Man: Yeah? Or what?!
Max: Or he’ll fuck you up, like we’re gonna do to the Greek Gods on Dystopia in a few fucking days, you asshole!
Man: Oh, that’s right… you’re Gilbert from OCW, aren’t you……and you’re Max Rotten… pfft you guys suck dick man.
Gilbert: I’ve learned to s-stand up to bullies like you! G-get out of here!
Man: Yeah? And who’s gonna make me? You? You and what army?
Gilbert: This one.
Suddenly every single babyface member of the Outsiders Roster is there at the back of Gilbert. Even Marcy and Roxxie are there. And then Lord Allton appears behind Gigapunk.
Gilbert: Y-you see friend…. This isn’t just any gym. This gym is the former Powerplant of Lord Allton.
Man: L-lord Allton?!
Allton: Say the devil’s name and he shalt appear…. Asswipe. I don’t know how you got in here, but leave the people of the Dystopia and Equality rosters alone, or I’ll personally make sure you NEVER walk again.
Man: Y-yes sir. S-sorry Gilbert. Good luck in your match.
Tank opens the door to the gym and the man bolts it out of the building. Everyone then looks at the camera.
Allton: Don’t miss Dystopia XXX, it’s gonna be the biggest show yet.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Word Count: 1,581