Life Imitates Art
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own this?
In the movies, it's all about the bloody heroes. No matter their methods, they always seem to pull through. It's same in real life. Three supposedly highly trained fighters with access to holographic simulation devices and lots of high-tech combat gear got their arses kicked by an ever-so-slightly-more-flexible-than-average practitioner of Northern Shaolin Kung Fu with a 13 foot long tongue. Said person then gets electrocuted and nearly drowned by a claustrophobic weather witch. That bit was bloody luck. I mean, when you kick someone down an elevator shaft; you at least expect them to get knocked out don't you? You know why I lost that fight? Life imitating art. The good guys just had to win otherwise it just wouldn't have been fair. Sod fairness. That was my victory goddamnit. It's meant to be the bad guys that do the stealing, not the heroes.
Sometimes…I just hate art. Bloody Hollywood.
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End. A little bit short, but that doesn't matter. Dedicated to Toad, simply because he deserved to win that fight. Imaginary points to anyone who gets the Ray Park reference.