"What are you doing this for, Thresh?" The Purifier breath heavily. Lucian had been summoned an oddly large number of times today and was exhausted to point he could barely lift his weapons. That being said, when the Chain Warden jumped the male outside of the Summoning Chambers, he had no energy to fight. "Were you the one who set my matches up, just so you could kill me?"

The spectre chuckled as he turn his hollow eyed gaze to the chained Purifier in front of his feet. He had Lucian tied up and leaned against a bed in a dark bedroom. Thresh stroked his chin with a smug smirk plastered on his face. "Kill you?" He repeated. "Oh, no no, the League would find out far to soon."

"Then what is it?!" Lucian exclaimed, he leaned forward and glared at his enemy. "If not to kill me then-?!" Thresh made his way to the nightstand where Lucian's relic pistols lied. "Thresh, don't you dare..."

Thresh turned back to Lucian and raised a 'brow'. "Or want, Lucy? You're tied up and won't be getting out any time soon." He pick up one of the guns and examined it in his boney hand. Another smile formed on his lips as he spun the weapon around on his finger. "You have no idea how long it's been since I wanted to try these things."

"Thresh! I swear to whatever god there is that I will end you if you-" Thresh ignored Lucian rants as he picked the second gun and began to walk away. "Threeeesh!"

Thresh reached for the door and turned to Lucian one last time. "I stole your wife's soul, and now I stole your guns, bitch." The warden cackled as he walked out of the door and closed it shut.

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A knock came from his door. The summoner brought his bright red eyes up from his laptor and looked at his door. The knock came again and he sighed. "Give me a minute!" He called. The knocking ceased and he hopped up from bed.

He rushed over to his mirror and checked to see if anything was on his dark, yet oddly pale, skin. Seeing nothing wrong, he straighten his shoulder length bleached white hair and grabbed a pair of black dress pants from his dresser, not bothering to put on a shirt to hide the large stylized H tattoo on the right side of his chest.

The knocking started again and he turned to trek over to it. He put a large smile on his face, expecting one of the women he had a "conversation" with last night.

He opened the door with a chuckle. "Well good morning-" He saw Thresh standing in front of him and lost some of the smile on his face. "Thresh. I wasn't expecting to see you..."

"I can tell from the absence of a shirt, Hero." The Warden folded his arms with a smile of his own. "I heard you porked Morgona and Karma last night." Thresh snickered.

Hero tensed a bit and stared at the champion. "Who told you that...?"

"I said I heard. Which means I heard the screams and moans all the way in the Shadow Isles section." Thresh said with a louder chuckle, causing the summoner to facepalm. "Anyway, do you have any matches today?" The Warden finally asked the question on his mind.

Hero held his chin with 'Hmm' and stared up to the ceiling as he thought of his day. "Yes, I do." He nodded. "11: 45. I'm to be the team's ADC summoner, though me and Warwick had planned to junglers today."

"Great!" Thresh put his hands on the black male's shoulders. "I'll be the ADC."

Hero furrowed his chalk white brows. "Excuse me...?"

"I said, I'll be the Attack Damage Carry."

"Thresh, we still haven't practice using you as a marksmen." The white haired male shook his head. "And this is a promotion match for Calvin. I can't-"

The skecter shushed him and pressed a finger against the summoner's lip. "I got it covered." Thresh reached behind him and pulled out one of Lucian's pistols.

Hero eyed the gun before looking back at Thresh. "Where did you get Lucian's gun from?" He immediately asked.

"Guns." Thresh corrected as he brought the second gun to Hero's face.

"Okay," He started. "where did you get Lucian's guns from?" Hero corrected his question.

The Chain Warden rubbed the guns together and smirked. "Well..." He began, trying to look for the right answer. "Lucy wanted to bury the hatchet between us. As a sign of this, he gave me his guns... to keep... forever... And left the League to start his career as a sprinter or basketball player, whichever one you guys like more."

"But... Doesn't Lucian play football?" Hero asked before folding his arms and tilting his head.

"Yeah, that. He went to be a professional football player and left the League."

Hero continued to stare at Thresh, the ghost feeling his red eyes pierce his being and prepared to run. "Okay!" Hero nodded with a smile. "If you can use them, you'll be our ADC."

Thresh smiled at Hero. "Thank you. You can count on me." The Warden bowed a little and walked off down the large marble hall of the summoners' section of the IoW. He heard Hero's door close and cackled. "Time to get my shit ready."

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The Champions for blue team were summoned to the fountain, all a little dizzy from the summoning spell. The team was Garen: The Might of Demacia at the top laner, Lee Sin the Blind Monk as the jungler, Vel'koz the Eye of the Void as the mid laner and Soroka the Star Child as the support. Their ADC, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where the hell is Thresh?!" Garen growled out. "I've already had enough bad matches this week, he better not have pussy out on us." The Demacian jammed his sword into the stone of the summoning circle and folded his arms.

"Maybe he's just late." Soroka suggested nervously. "Let's not count him out just yet." She bought a Doran's ring from the shopkeeper and took a Warding Trinket. "Just be patient." She quickly ran off to her lane before anyone could say a word to her.

Vel'koz rolled his eye and purchased an Amplifying Tome. "We don't have time to chit chat. In my opinion, Soroka can hold her lane just fine until they receive permission to unleash their ultimates." The Void creature gave the two humans a look before waving a tentacle at them as his summoner used Teleport.

Lee Sin felt around for the shop and paid for a Hunter's Machete. "Garen, would you mind helping me to Blue?" The Monk turned to the upset Garen.

Garen sighed and pulled up his sword. "Yeah, sure, whatever." He said with another heavy sigh. He got behind Lee and lead him off into the jungle. How Lee Sin got through most of the shit on the Fields of Justice was behind everyone expect the wisest of Ioanians... And people who asked.

After everyone had left, Thresh teleported in. Though, he wasn't dressed in his usual attire. Instead of his typical black old trench coat with ghostly green trim, he wore a new sleek black one with a shocking green gun shaped designs on both sides. He wore a solid gold chain that spelt 'THRESHPRINCE' around his neck with a pair of black and green headphones where his ears should be, playing 'I Think I Got My Swagga Back!'. A pair of thick sunglasses shielded his eyes and a lit joint hung from his mouth. Lucian's relic pistols were clipped onto his waist where his usual weapon and lanturn would be.

Thresh took the smoke from his mouth and looked at the shopkeeper, the yordle staring slack jawed at him. "What ya looking at? Gimme a fucking Long Sword!" He barked, causing the keeper to stumble and toss the item at Thresh. The Warden caught it and equiped it to his guns. "Later hoe." Thresh rushed to bot lane, giving the distracted shopkeep a view of the giant middle finger logo on Thresh's back that said Fuck you.

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Ashe scouted the enemy turrent from the nearest bush, Sona close behind. The Frost Archer's eyes fell upon the lone Star Child standing there as the minions fought and clashed away at each other, not even bothering to kill a few and get the gold.

Ashe felt a tug on the back of her hood and turned to Sona, the blunette pointing to the minions and indicating the loss of gold and exp the ADC was missing. "Right, I should start farming." Ashe nodded and got up from her hidding spot. Both her and Sona back up and went to the center of the crowd , with Ashe starting to farm while Sona weakened the creeps.

"The prince is here, bitches!"

Everyone turned towards the river to see Thresh sprinting towards the frey, the pistols he wielded held high. He shot at Ash, the latter barely dodging.

"Holy shit!" The Archer swore as she rolled out of the way of another shot from The Warden. She raised her True Ice Bow and fired an arrow at the charging skector. The attack slowed Thresh some with Ashe continuing to fire more.

Thresh felt the frost from the arrows taking effect on his body, him groaning at his slowing speed. Ashe began firing faster and faster, to the point five arrows struck Thresh at once. He holstered the right pistol as he struggled forward. He reached under his coat and pulled out his hiden Chain Scythe.

"Think you can stop me, do ya ice-bitch #1?" He spun the hook-like weapon in his hand and launched it forward at the unsuspecting Ashe. It wrapped itself around her, causing her to drop her bow.

Thresh grinned and sent himself flying towards the disabled Ashe. He landed and pinned The Archer to the ground. He pointed the pistol he had to her chest and pulled the trigger. The bolt burned her skin through her clothes as she screamed.

Thresh repeatedly pulled the trigger with Ashe fighting under him. He removed his scythe and sliced her throat open, causing the mysterous voice to announce she had died.

Thresh's gaze slowly went up to the Maiden of the Stings, who stared down at her dead carry. Oh, she was never gonna hear the end of this. She looked at Thresh with wide eyes, a look that made him grin. He mouthed "You're next" making Sona back away slightly before running back to her turrent.

Thresh got up and let a roar of laughter. "I want that booda!" He fired his scythe again and it coiled around the retreating Sona's arm. "Come to Eren!" He yelled as he launched his body towards the silently screaming Sona.

Double Kill!

Garen looked down the river towards bot lane. "So, he did show up..." He muttered quietly to himself. He turned back to see Rammus doing a poor job of last hitting and swearing everytime he messed up. "Hopefully he doesn't feed." He sighed and killed a minion as it was about to die.

Meanwhile in mid, Vel'koz had his hands full dealing with Brand.

The two had exchanged blows with each dodging the other's combos. Vel'koz sent an orb of void energy flying at Brand.

"Fireball!" Brand put his hands together at his side and thrusted outwards in front of him, producing a ball of fire to cancel Vel'koz's attack. "Erupt!" He called out as he placed his hands on the ground. Vel was suddenly in the middle of a molten circle as fire shoot up and burned the void spawn.

Vel'koz felt dizzy from the intense heat, his whole body literally on fire as he baked away in his flesh. He flashed his tendril in the direction of the pyromancer and created a rifted in the ground filled with void energy. Brand was caught off guard and was dealt the full damage of both of the spell's phases.

Seeing an opportunity, Vel'koz made void energy erupt from the ground under Brand's feet and fired a second bolt of energy. The attacks knocked the living inferno back some, sending him to his knees.

The Eye of the Void charged a ball of energy to finish him off. From riverside, a bolt of pure white energy came flying and pierced the skull of Brand. Motlen blood poured from the side of his face as he collapsed to his left.

Killing Spree

Vel'koz saw Thresh strolling over to Brand's lifeless body. The joint he previously had been smoking reached its bud and the skector tossed it over his shoulder and ulled out a new one. He bent over and dipped it in Brand's blood, it catching soon. He put the new one in his mouth.

"S'up?" The Warden asked with a grin. Vel'koz noticed the green fire that usual was Thresh's head was replaced with weed colored smoke.

The void spawn blinked his eye a few times. Thresh shrugged and strolled back to his lane, probably to rape Ashe and Sona after killing them again. "My kill..." Vel'koz finally spoke, a touch depressed. He sighed and went to farming his lane while waiting for his opponent to return.

The match went on as crazy as this. After taking two turrents in bot and using Ashe and Sona's bodies for sex toys, the Frost Archer had enough when she respawned with a mouth full of Thresh's ghost spunk and left to help top. Sona attempted to fight off the high Thresh but only got fucked worse without the help of Ashe. She finally gave up and stayed at fountain to cry. Thresh continued to roam and steal kills.

After 20 painful minutes for both teams, purple team finally surrendered.

Everyone was teleported back to the dark Summoning Chambers with a look of pure hatred at Thresh, who grinned from ear-to-ear.
"You bitches just jelly cause I'm sexy." Thresh said with a smirk. Everyone left him to his gloating. As he was about to exit through the door, it opened revealing three summoners.

They walked in and behind them were Vayne and Lucian, both glaring daggers at Thresh. "Uh-oh..."

The summoner in the middle walked up and looked at Thresh. "You do realize how much trouble you're in, right?" He spoke from under his robe.

"B-b-but how did you find him...?" Thresh stuttered out as the other summoners grabbed his arms and held them behind him.

"You hid him in my room, dumbass." Vayne growled out. She folded her arms and continued to glare at him.

"That was the point!" Thresh exclaimed. "No one goes in there because of the shitty scent that comes from your-" Lucian's fist connected with his face, causing him to shut up.

Lucian ripped his guns from Thresh's belt and left the chamber, Vayne following behind. The Warden turned to the main summoner who shook his head.

-10 minutes later-

Thresh was chained to the wall of the league's dungeons, being punished for stealing. He would be there for a whole month with any form of entertainment.

"Let it be written!" Thresh exclaimed in an attempt for someone to hear. "This is the first time a white is arrested for stealing from a black man!" He rattled his chains as he fought to break them.

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Hero: That was... Poorly written. *fixes glasses* Sorry if it sucked.

*An anthro Mightyena drops into the shot on her feet*

Freya: Could be worse. *she points out* It could be My Immortal bad.

Hero: True. *I take a sip from my cup of coffee* Anyway, you guys request a champion you want to see in the next chapter. I'll try to make it as stupid as I can.

Freya: Pray it's better then this chapter.

Live, Love, Learn. Light's out.