It was cold. Riding on the back of his Samurott was typically cold because Carlito was waist-deep in the water.
There was no time. He had to get back home ASAP. With the threat of a coup de'at being staged for his thrown, Carlito had no time to waste.
(Punk again?) He sighed. He thought he'd ridden himself of his wife's ex ages ago. That Punk had gone on with his life and AJ with hers. However, sometimes the skeletons in our closets returned to haunt us.
"Samurott, I've gotta get back home as soon as possible so I need you to push yourself, okay?"
"Sam!" The pokemon nodded, pushing it's body through the turbulent waves.
(AJ.) Carlito thought of her sleek frame, dark hair and pixie-like features. (I'll burn Punk, hell, I'd burn everything for you if I have to.) He thought as his shoulders and face were sprayed by the chopped waves. His only concern were the bites of a potential jellyfish or Tentacool that may drift to the waters surface.
The Samurott slowed and begin to drift aside.
(What the-why are we slowing down?) Carlito wondered, he looked over the armored neck of his Samurott and spotted the giant carcass of a Sharpedo floating in the water.
(The mist?) Carlito reminded himself. (Damn! Why now, Punk? Why now?) Carlito thought flustered. He glanced back at the Forsaken Continent behind him. (There's so much death there. Ronda…please be okay. I'll return. I'll save you and your people. But first, I've gotta handle this.)
From lips, to lungs to mind, Rob Van Dam inhaled the fresh ganja from his joint and shook his head as he stared at the Madagascar Kingdom.
So much had transpired since the Pharaoh had left. And now, a usurper sat on its throne.
"It's fucked up, man." Rob Van Dam took one last puff before passing the joint.
"Brooooooo," Matt Riddle gawked, "It is fucked up," accepting the joint.
The two men sat on the sand of Ifaty Beach, trying to enjoy a joint in between training their pokemon amidst everything that was occurring.
Riddle took a drag, "You think the big bro of the throne is coming back, bro?"
"Carlito?" RVD thought for a moment. "I mean, he's so far away, why come back, ya know?"
"Couldn't you do something about it, bro?" Riddle asked, "I thought you were bros with the big bro of the island, bro?"
"Dude," RVD exhaled, "I left that life a long time ago. Now, I just wanna chill."
Riddle countered, "But if the big bro came and asked you for help-"
"I'd be there." RVD clutched his pokeball, "Me and Politoed, we'd be there for him again."
Riddle scratched his head, "Then, if you'd be there for him if he asked, why not just go to the throne and kick those goons off the throne now, bro?"
RVD took the joint and inhaled, "That's not my place, dude." He took a moment and stared at the white sand and waves, "This is my place. Here with the waves. Chilling and away from all that drama, ya know. No worries here."
"You don't think Punk and his goons aren't going to try to make a move on Ifaty, bro?" Riddle asked, "I mean, if he's pharaoh who knows what that goon is going to do, bro."
RVD gently patted the pokeball holding his Politoed, "I don't think he wants these problems. The day he does anything that forces me to stop smoking is the day he starts questioning his life decisions."
"So were you a Medjai, bro?" Riddle asked.
"Never officially," RVD answered, "But the pharaoh was also really respectful of my abilities. Even now sometimes he has the Navy-guys come train with me from time-to-time. A lot of the lost arts that they don't teach anymore and all."
"Broooooo," Matt Riddle gawked, "You've gotta show me and Kubfu some of those moves, bro."
"Not today, dude," RVD exhaled, "You killing my vibe."
Waves swaying back and forth. The stench of dead Sharknado and whalords and Lapras corpses polluted the air.
(The mist had spread this far)
Carlito shivered the chill of the water was finally getting to him.
"Fuck it's cold. At this rate I'll go into hypothermia by the time we get there."
The beaches of Madagascar could be seen creeping into the horizon.
"Just a lil further we're almost there" Carlito patted his Samurott
"Sam!" Samurott grunted.
The time was now. Addressing the people of Madagascar had to be done. Gain favor of the people gain control.
Punk had AJ summon the people to the courtyard of the palace.
for the wedding.
Punk had threatened AJ with death threats to Carlito and her if she did not accept.
Do you take your highness, AJ as your wife? The priest asked
"I do." Punk smiled
"Do you AJ take Phil, I mean Cm Punk to be your husband and by law pharoh?"
AJ looked at the people who desparty waited for her answer.
"I..."
"Hurry up women!" Punk snapped
"I do." AJ nodded and bowed her head.
"From This day forth I now Pronounce you husband and wife, kiss your bride" The priest said
Punk kissed AJ who turned her face away.
"Cm Punk is now the new pharaoh of Madagascar.
The people booed and yelled profanity. Where was their true pharoh? Was he dead, did he leave and stay in Europe
Whatever the case some were loyal to Carlito and some only stood on the side of power.
"We've made it"Carlito said as Samurott parked at the shores of Ifanty
Laying in the sand Riddle and Van Dam was high and chilling.
Rob what are doing?" Carlito asked
Soaking up the sun man, vitamin D does the body good."
I need you to perform your "duty to me and help me take back my throne and my queen." Carlito said getting right to business
"I was wondering when you were going to show up, the kingdoms gone to shit now that dude took over." Van Dam said sitting up.
Thanks Rob I knew you would help out." Carlito shook Rob's hand
"No prob, I get it you need some back up and who better to help then Rob...Van...Dam"
"Who's he?" Carlito looked at Riddle
"Oh this my dude Matt Riddle he is like a surfer dude." Rob said
Bro this is the big bro?" Riddle said
"That's right, this is the head cheif in charge." Van Dam said
I wanna help too bro, if you putting together a team I want in." Riddle said shaking Carlito's hand
That bastard is going to die today "Carlito hissed
"I agree us medjah remain loyal to the one true pharoh dude." Rob said
"Where's McIntyre?" Carlito asked
"He still in the palace doing his best to keep AJ safe." Van Dam said
"Then it's us then " Carlito concluded
Wait Bro we need to smoke first before we go do this shit." Riddle said
Lighting the weed Riddle and Van Dam smoked passing it.
"You want a hit?" Van Dam asked Carlito
"Just a hit I'm stressed" Carlito said hitting it one time and passing it back.
After a few minutes they headed out to go to the palace.