Warning: Explicit shit ahead. Read not if underage and/or easily offended. If you are the previously mentioned then read it and/or feel a need to report me, you are only proving yourself as a douche.

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High Lord Cadaveras (formerly Ultima Trev) presents:

MEDICAL MECCANICA STRIKES BACK... WHERE IT HURTS !

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Chapter One: MECCANICA Coup de Grace

Several years have passed since the fateful day when Atomsk was released from MEDICAL MECCANICA's grasp. However, Naota didn't give a flying fuck about that, he was in distress because of Haruko and Mamimi's abandoning him. In due time, he realized Haruko was only using him, so he couldn't give a shit less about her. However, he couldn't help but to think he could have gotten somewhere with Mamimi.

'Man, that Mamimi was one fine piece of ass. My brother was a moron to get rid of her without one last goodbye fuck.'

"Get your lazy ass up, Nandaba, we're gonna be late for the show!"

Naota was laying on the grass next to the bridge were Mamimi always hung out. He was dressed in a black Morbid Angel: Covenant hoody, baggy camouflage shorts, and black combat boots. He looked over to his friend who had a shaved head and eye glasses. His attire was a black Cannibal Corpse: Gallery of Suicide t-shirt, black JNCO jeans, and black Fila tennis shoes.

"Fuck off, Gaku!"

Naota and his peers were now out of high school. Not knowing what to do with their lives, they just hung out, partied, and got thrashed in the most pit. That's right, thrashed in the mosh pit. There were several local death metal bands that got together and played every week or so. Most of them weren't very original though, they would usually play covers of other bands rather than their own material because they were too lazy to write any songs. Anyhow, giving people pain in the pit gave Naota an almost unrivaled pleasure, nearly sadistic pleasure. It would help to calm his nerves, especially after an incident that happened a month or so ago. An incident involving...

'Ninamori?' The young mister Nandaba asked.

Gaku and Naota were about to mount their black Vespas when they saw Eri, who was now a real voluptuous doll, riding by on her pink Vespa. Her attire included a red vinyl bra, a red silk miniskirt barely long enough to cover her ass, and knee high red vinyl boots. Her attire showed a generous amount of her pale skin, which was smoother than a baby's bottom. Her breasts, butt, and legs were now extremely well proportioned, there wasn't a man alive, or a lesbian for that matter, that couldn't deny wanting to fuck that. The young woman made eye contact with Naota as she passed. It was a month ago when Eri broke up with him, saying something along the lines of the sex is the only thing they got going for them. Naota was pissed and ended up beating the shit out of a lot of random people. Luckily, the mosh pit was a place he could do it legally.

"Come on Naota, forget about her," Gaku urged.

At the venue, entitled Kicked in the Nuts, they met up with Masashi. His threads included a black Slayer: Hell Awaits T, beige baggy cargo shorts, and white Nikes.

"Yo," the long haired brunette male greeted.

"Yo yourself," Naota replied with a smirk.

"Heya Masashi. You ready to kick some ass?" Gaku inquired.

Masahi answered, "as ready as ever."

During this death metal cover fest, the trio dominated in the mosh pit, mercilessly pounding anyone who crossed their paths into submission. During the intermissions between acts, they would go to the bar and get some refreshing Smirnoff Ice. During the the fourth intermission, Naota was surprised when he ran into an old friend.

"Mamimi!"

The woman in question had maroon hair, maroon eyes, and a flawless tan complexion. Her dress included a vinyl bra, vinyl thong, and vinyl knee high boots, all colored black. This woman was also surprised to see him.

"Naota-kun? Wow, you've grown so much, chief!" He towered over her by nearly six inches.

Naota blushed. "H-hey, what are you doing here?"

In the background, Gaku whispered to Masashi, "holy shit, isn't that his ex-wife?"

Masashi chuckled, recalling the days when they called Mamimi Naota's wife. "It seems so."

"I got sick of being famous and all that so I decided to move back to Mabase."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I moved into one of the mansions on the outskirts."

"Sweet!"

"I'm wondering if you'd be my room mate?"

"Well, I don't think I could afford it. I mean, I don't have a job or anything."

She giggled. "That's okay, I'm not gonna charge you rent or anything."

"Gee, that's really nice. I'm not sure if I can accept such an offer."

"I'm really lonely, so you would be doing me a favor."

Before he begin feeling any sort of remorse, a ruckus started as people began to stampede all over the place.

"What the hell?" Naota asked.

The gang got closer to the entrance where they saw several black robots with a TV head, nearly identical to Kanchi, assaulting people. They bared the infamous MM insignia, giving Naota a good clue who was behind this mess. Whomever programmed them had a sick sense of humor. These robots were programmed to kick men in the nads and punch women in the boobs.

"Damn it," Naota swore. Mechical Meccanica has returned, stronger than ever!

Suddenly, the airwaves were taken over. Every TV and radio channel were interrupted by a Medical Meccanica transmission. This person speaking in the transmission was cloaked in black from head to toe, so there was no way of seeing what this person looked like. "Greetings people of this worthless planet. I am the new over mind of Medical Meccanica. We have long waited for this day, the day we conquer the universe. With Atomsk, the Interstellar Immigration Bureau, and the Space Police Brotherhood defeated, this worthless planet is all that stands between us and world domination! This time, however, we won't be flattening the wrinkles. Rather, we will strike where it hurts!

'This is bad,' Naota thought. These were indeed dark times.

End Chapter Four.