Hello. This fan fiction is absolutely stupid. It isn't well written at all. However, if you like seeing Gaz getting owned, then this fan fiction be for you.
A little girl and a professional wrestler were talking about philosophy on a hilltop. It was spring, for naturally it is much easier to discuss philosophy in the springtime.
"Ohhhhhhhh yeah!" the wrestler yelled out. He then flashed a cheesy grin, for he did not want to upset the little girl.
"The world is a dark and crazy place, little one!" the wrestler began as he rubbed his puffy hands on his chin. "I have seen many an injustice!"
"What kind of injustice?" the little girl asked, her anxious, beady eyes glistening.
The wrestler stood up, casting a large shadow over the girl. "Besides the utterly stupid nature of this non-descriptive fan fiction, I have seen a little girl beat up her brother countless times, even though the world should be on his side! What's the deal… with that?"
A tumbleweed blew by.
"Huh, I wonder where that came from?" the wrestler asked. "It reminds me of my awesome beard."
"What ever should we do about this?" the little girl inquired.
"Well, I for one am not just going to sit here! I'm going to kick the world's ass!"
"However shall you do that?"
The wrestler paused. He turned away from the girl, which took an entire thirty seconds to do. Another tumbleweed blew by.
"Hang on tight."
The wrestler picked up the little girl and leapt off of the hill.
"This is going to take a few minutes. It's quite a large hill."
"Larger than Mount Everest?"
"…. yes."
"What are we going to do when we land?"
"Well, I have magical powers, so I should figure something out. The Dib Man needs our help."
"The Dib Man?"
"Oh yeaaaaaaah! Yes, The Dib Man is a paranormal investigator! However, he's one of the few that doesn't need sunglasses! Isn't that amazing?"
"I would think so. This girl you spoke of… what are we going to do with her?"
The wrestler thought for a moment. All of this falling down was making him tired.
"We're going to go back to the past, to when the NIGHTMARE BEGAN!"
"In all capital letters!? And you say that you can travel back in time? That's right, you're magic!"
"Nah, this has nothing to do with magic. Falling really quickly will make the time travely thingy work."
"Oh."
And so, the wrestler and the little girl continued their plummet toward the bottom of the ridiculously tall hill. What do they have in store for Gaz? Will the wrestler and the little girl survive the drop from the hill? Who am I asking questions to? Next time: The Nightmare Begins!