Cartoon All-Star Royal Rumble
Rated T for Language and Violence
Summary: 100 of your favorite cartoon characters compete in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a chance to be named The Greatest Cartoon Character Ever! Featuring the most popular and less obscure cast of characters ever, who will be the last cartoon standing in this animated battle royal gauntlet?
Disclaimer: I do not, AND I REPEAT, I do not own anything involving the characters and their brands. They include Warner Bros, Nickelodeon, Disney, Cartoon Network, Hanna-Barbera, FOX, MTV, Hasbro, Mattel, Starz Media, ZAG Heroez, Netflix, etc.
P.S.: Since I've been helping The Amazing Ghost Musician with his stories, I think it's only exceptional that he'll help me out with this story of mine I'm creating. That's right, we're gonna be co-writing the story ourselves! Anyway, this will be some sort of redo of my Cartoon Royal Rumble, except this time around, the cartoon roster will be updated a bit and instead of 80, it will now be up to 100 entrants. And expect this to be unpredictable as well, because not also will anyone not know who'll enter, but no one knows who will win either.
P.S.: WOLFWATCHER12 will also help me out too, so he also deserves a lot of thanks as well. So it'll be a three-person effort! ^_^
Chapter 10: Showdown At The Rumble Corral
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Entrant #36: Yosemite Sam (Looney Tunes)
As the buzzer sounded off for the 34th time in the night, the old Smoking Gunns theme song started to play throughout Lambeau Field as a short man with a big 10-gallon cowboy hat, brown long-sleeved shirt, yellow scarf, blue jeans, cowboy boots and signature long red beard came out to a whole lot of cheers coming from the Green Bay crowd.
He wasn't in a good mood however as he came out through the curtain with such a mean sneer coming out of his face.
"Oh man, looks like someone's not a happy camper!" Corey shook his head in safety.
"And without a doubt, this man is definitely a one-man mood swing because here comes the gunslinger of the Looney Tunes, Yosemite Sam!" Joey Styles nodded out.
"He'll definitely be on his A-game with an intimidating sneer like that." Booker T pointed out to Yosemite Sam, referring to his grumpy-looking face.
Before Yosemite Sam could start rushing to the ring though, referee Earl Hebner quickly got a look at the guns Yosemite Sam had holding around the outlaw's belt, forcing the legendary cartoon gunslinger to stop.
"Whoa whoa whoa, you can't bring those guns to the ring!" Earl warned him.
Yosemite immediately huffed to the referee's face and said, "Why can't I, ya fraggin fraggin varmint? I always bring these guns with me everywhere I go!"
"We don't allow killing and murder here in this match!" Earl shouted, warning (Yosemite) Sam one last time.
"You gotta admit, Earl's got a point!" Corey reminded Joey.
Joey then nodded as he said, "The rules clearly do state that no form of killing is involved in this match whatsoever!"
Yosemite Sam immediately started to throw a fit all around ringside, even going so far to kick the barricade and even the steel steps in return. The referee tried to calm him down, but apparently, they weren't doing much to keep him calm.
"Ouch, looks like he's a sore sport." Booker nodded.
"He looks like Yosemite Sam's gonna have to deal with it for the rest of the night." Corey replied, not showing any remorse for Yosemite's meltdown.
He did manage to get over it by looking under the apron for a weapon. After only a few seconds though, Yosemite Sam pulled out a big paintball gun to show to the crowd, which they were popping wildly for.
"Uh-oh." Joey gulped.
"I'm thinking Yosemite Sam brought Plan B with him!" Corey said, pointing out to the paintball gun.
"This ain't gonna be good for the competitors in the ring right now!" shook Booker's head.
And it wasn't gonna be.
Yosemite Sam immediately got in the ring and started going to work right away with the paintball gun in his hands. He managed to shoot right at both Raven Queen, Launchpad McQuack and Bart Simpson, which he got Raven by the leg, Launchpad right by his hand, and Bart right across his back.
"Look at Yosemite go!" Corey exclaimed.
"I don't care who you are, those things can bruise you really good!" Booker replied.
Coop Cooplowski tried to get his best shot at him with a lariat, but alas, Yosemite Sam used his smarts to duck down and give him multiple shots of paintball bullets straight to his ass.
"Now Coop's got it too!" Joey shrieked in surprise.
"Yosemite Sam's showing everyone who's the meanest toughest gunslinger in this Rumble!" Corey pointed out.
As he turned right around though, he gasped in shock as Alex came in and roundhouse kicked the paintball gun right out of his hand, forcing Sam to hold his hand in excruciating pain.
"That didn't last long!" Booker shook his head again.
"Alex came in and knocked that paintball gun out of his hand." Corey replied, "And damn it, he was doing good with that gun too."
As he rested his hand, Yosemite Sam looked up to both Alex and Sam with his signature glare lit up around his face. He decided to bent out his anger to the two teenage spies who were standing before him right now.
"Who in the heck do you think YOU two are knocking that dadgum paintball gun outta my hand?!" Yosemite Sam shouted to the two, "I'll have you know I'm the meanest, dadgummit outlaw in the south, north, east AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND west!"
"I'm not sure if Yosemite Sam should do that!" Corey shook his head no.
"I got a bad feeling he's gonna regret those words soon." Booker said, fearing for Yosemite Sam's worst.
Yosemite Sam was about to shoot his mouth off even more, only for Bart Simpson to strike him right in the nuts with his trusty slingshot, forcing him to hold his balls in pain!
"Oh my god!" Joey hissed in pain.
"I think Bart Simpson had to differ on that!" Booker nodded.
"Damn it, that wasn't fair!" Corey whined in return, "A cowboy like that shouldn't have to hit low!"
"When you're in this Rumble, you have to expect things like that, Corey!" Booker reminded the Savior of Misbehavior.
While he still held himself in pain, Alex and Sam took the advantage to their liking by striking Yosemite Sam with a vicious double superkick!
"And the cowboy's down!" Joey shouted.
"Yeah, with no thanks to Bart Simpson!" Corey said, groaning in disgust.
As Yosemite Sam spent his time down on the mat, the crowd took the time to look towards the stage and see the countdown clock light up, indicating that another entrant was about to enter the match.
"This Rumble is gonna get intense as it is, guys. Who will be the next entrant to enter the match?" asked Joey Styles.
10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... *BZZT!*
Entrant #37: Phineas Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)
Once the buzzer stopped sounding off around Lambeau Field, the theme song to Phineas and Ferb began to play out as an orange-haired kid with an orange-striped shirt, blue pants and shoes, and a Dorito-shaped head began coming out through the curtain to yet another big pop.
He wasn't alone however as his brother Ferb Fletcher and pet platypus Perry walked alongside him. Of course, their combined presence was looking to pump and energize Phineas on his way down the aisle.
"Hey Corey, you know what we're gonna do today?" asked Booker.
"I don't care, Booker. I'm not asking you squat." Corey Graves shook his head.
"I'd figured you say something like that, because today, we're being greeted by our next entrant in the match, which is Phineas Flynn from Phineas and Ferb!" Joey exclaimed, feeling excited for the 37th entrant.
"How many more children are going to enter this rumble?" Corey moaned in frustration. "I swear, this match has turned into a Mickey Mouse clubhouse."
"If it was, it'd be perfect for someone like you." Booker taunted him, forcing Joey to smirk and high-five him.
While Corey muttered angrily to himself from Booker's snarky comment, Phineas entered the ring full blast and delivered a big superkick right to Razor's face, just to start things off.
"Oh, superkick!" shouted Joey Styles.
"What a way to enter the match!" Booker nodded.
Samurai Jack tried to strike the youngster, but Phineas dodged a clothesline instantly, forcing the youngster to strike Jack with yet another superkick!
"And another superkick!" Corey exclaimed.
"I got a feeling Phineas may be starting his own superkick party tonight!" Joey pointed out right away.
Phineas immediately got the crowd going, which managed to feed the Dorito-headed kid a huge ovation for him.
Once he turned right around though, Pinkie Pie came rolling in and struck Phineas with a big discus elbow. The impact only made Phineas bounce back to the ropes though, as the kid struck back with a vicious lariat, nearly taking Pinkie's head right off in return.
"Oof, that was a mistake!" Booker T gulped.
"Phineas striking back with force all over Pinkie here tonight!" Corey chuckled a bit.
Knowing that shot was more than enough to stun Pinkie, Phineas took the opportunity right away by picking Pinkie Pie right up and dragging her over the top rope. However, Pinkie Pie soon woke up and hung onto the ropes tightly like a spider monkey, making it impossible for the party-loving pony to get over the rope.
"You're not… getting… me… over!" Pinkie asked Phineas, who was still pushing tightly.
It wouldn't be long before both Hilda and Bart Simpson came to the kid's aid and pushed alongside Phineas, now making this a 3-on-1 elimination process.
"I think Phineas has got some help!" Booker pointed out.
"Good, I hope that party-loving idiot gets out of here." Corey scoffed.
"I got a feeling you may get your wish, Corey." Joey nodded to Corey.
Without a doubt, Corey's wish was about to happen right away.
After only 15 seconds full of pushing and shoving, Pinkie Pie immediately slipped her hands off the ropes, forcing her to go over the top rope and onto the floor, eliminating her to basically a mixed response from the crowd.
"Oh, howdy day! She's gone!" Corey shouted excitedly, "Pinkie Pie is gone!"
"Ok, calm down, Corey!" Joey exclaimed, "Keep your pants on!"
"Aw man, now Pinkie Pie is gone!" Booker moaned in disappointment.
23rd Elimination: Pinkie Pie; Eliminated by: Phineas Flynn, Hilda & Bart Simpson; Duration: 8:34
Right after Pinkie Pie had gotten herself up from elimination, she looked towards to the commentary table far away where Corey Graves, Joey Styles and Booker T were sitting at. Knowing that she was looking at Corey right away, Pinkie let out a dead smirk as she looked down on the apron, searching for something.
"Whoa, where's Pinkie going?" Joey Styles asked.
"Maybe she's trying to hide from these Green Bay cretins." Corey Graves answered with a smirk.
"Maybe you should watch your mouth, Graves!" Booker replied.
However, his smirk turned into a look of fear when Pinkie Pie pulled out a cream pie from under the apron before pointing right to Graves with a big "You!", Hulk Hogan-style.
"Wait, what the- Pinkie Pie, why are you pointing at me for!?" Corey shouted to her from the commentary table.
"I think we all know why." Booker nodded.
"Oh, I know what it is," Corey hesitated before pointing to Joey, "Maybe she was pointing to you, Joey!"
"Hey, I'm not involved in this! I'm just a commentator!" Joey replied, defending himself in front of Corey.
With the pie in her hands, Pinkie started running up towards the aisle and right onto the stage before looking towards Corey Graves with yet a vengeful smile.
"Yeah, she's definitely pointing towards you." Booker said to Corey, who gulped in fear.
Corey tried his best to get away though, but for some strange reason, he was frozen in fear from the edge of her seat. He hoped that Pinkie would stare right at Joey Styles, but unfortunately, it wasn't the reason. With the pie in hands, Pinkie Pie ran right up to Corey Graves and splattered the pie right across the Savior of Misbehavior's face, forcing the crowd to pop big for that pie-splattering moment!
"Oh my god, pie to the face!" Joey shouted excitedly.
"Nice!" Booker chuckled before replying, "I totally love this Rumble now! This is excellent!"
"I'm guessing someone's a little pie-faced right now!" Joey chuckled as well, nodding alongside the 5x WCW champion.
"Hahahaha, serves him right for his bad attitude!" nodded Booker T.
All that was left was a shot of Corey Graves with chocolate cream pie filling toward his face alongside Pinkie Pie, who bowed for the rest of the fans for her short-lived, yet memorable performance in the Cartoon All-Star Royal Rumble. After she finally left, the crowd continued to look towards the stage in which the Rumble clock was lit up once again to bring out another competitor in the match.
"As much as we want to talk about Corey's pie-face, we gotta see who the next entrant in this Rumble match is!" Joey replied as the clock ticked down.
10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... *BZZT!*
Entrant #38: Finn The Human (Adventure Time)
Right after the buzzer sounded out, the song "Sex-Type Thing" by Stone Temple Pilots started playing out as a teenager with a white hoodie, blue shirt, dark blue pants, green backpack and black shoes started coming out to once again another excellent ovation from this Green Bay crowd, who were chanting the next entrant's name over and over again.
"Hey Joey, you wanna know what time it is?" Booker asked the ECW original.
"I bet our next entrant knows, because Finn The Human from Adventure Time is entering the Rumble at number 38!" Joey answered back.
"And even though he may not have his companion Jake with him, Finn wants to make sure he can be effective even without his partner!" Booker reminded Joey.
After running down the aisle, Finn entered the ring with a house of fire on his back (not really), feeding out punches to She-Ra, Yosemite Sam, Spectra Vondergeist, and Samurai Jack altogether before giving the samurai a big exploder suplex in return.
"Ohhh, Finn looking fresh here tonight!" Booker pointed out.
"As sure as a whole lot of superstars are when they entered that ring." Joey nodded.
"Fresh, my ass!" Corey exclaimed before asking Booker, "Booker, can you hand me a towel?"
Booker T then looked down at his seat and shook his head, "Uh, I don't have one."
"What do you mean, you don't have one?" Corey asked Booker again, "I'm a mess here!"
"You should've thought of bringing your own towel before coming out here." Joey reminded Corey Graves first-hand.
"It's not my freakin' fault that pink idiot threw a pie at me!" Corey whined once more.
Finn attempted to continue his momentum by approaching the biggest man in this matchup, Coop Cooplowski. Once the teenager took a very big deep breath, Finn went for the kill as he attempted to lift up Coop for a scoop slam. However, Coop refused to budge, leaving Finn unable to lift him up by his feet.
"Oh no, that's not good there." Booker shook his head, pointing at the botch Finn made.
"What on earth is Finn thinking, trying to pull him up like that?!" Joey shrieked again.
However, Finn wasn't giving up. He immediately went for a second attempt, but still couldn't get Coop off the mat right away. Coop on the other hand, found this attempt entertaining so much that he immediately yawned, just to get a good laugh from the audience.
"Just give up, Finn. It ain't gonna happen." Booker replied.
"Not without a miracle at least!" Joey Styles shook his head.
Yet again, Finn still wasn't saying no for an answer. After one big deep breath, Finn attempted to lift him again, only for one of Coop's feet to finally be lifted up off the mat.
"Wait, look at this!" Booker T pointed out in surprise.
Once Finn had Coop straight up off the ground…
*SMASH!*
Coop's entire weight and momentum ended up crashing on top of Finn, forcing the teenager to be trapped inside 300 plus pounds full of Coop himself!
"Oh my god!" Joey cringed heavily.
"Finn's got himself trapped right there!" Booker T pointed out yet again.
"Can you blame him, Book? That kid spent most of his Rumble trying to lift him the hell up!" Corey said to Booker while finally cleaning himself up with a towel that one of the backstage producers gave him.
Seeing the position of Finn being buried by Coop's entire body, Launchpad McQuack took this opportunity by running towards the ropes and attempting an atomic leg drop, only for Coop to move out of the way forcing Finn to take the move instead!
"Well, looks like the bad just got worse for Finn!" Joey gulped in horror.
"He should've stayed at his treehouse with that idiot yellow mutt of his." Corey replied.
Booker looked toward Corey and raised his eyebrow, "What's your problem with pets, huh? Got somethin' against them?"
"Pets make me irritated," Corey answered Booker, "That's all you need to know, Book."
While Finn was rolling around in pain from the damage he was receiving, Marco Diaz and Bart Simpson were busy going face to face with each other, exchanging forearms against one another to see who can hit the hardest.
"Wait a minute, we got a showdown going on here!" Booker T said, pointing to the slugfest that both Marco and Bart were having.
"Indeed, both Bart and Marco trading forearms against each other!" Joey Styles nodded.
"Yeah, but it looks like Marco may have the advantage here!" Corey pointed out too, knowing how hard Marco's forearm was becoming.
And Marco proved that right away, planting Bart right in the face. Yet, the malicious Simpson refused to go down, forcing him to strike Marco with a forearm of his own. This intense trading of forearms continued on for at least a good 10 seconds before Bart struck good with a forearm to Marco's face once more.
The impact forced Marco back a bit to the ropes, only to bounce back with a big flying Claymore kick, which knocked Bart Simpson down to the mat!
"And Bart gets hit with the Claymore!" Joey exclaimed.
"It shows how better Marco is getting with his kicks, thanks to the Karate classes he's been taking!" Corey reminded the ECW great.
As the bells around Bart's head started to ring out, Yosemite Sam dusted himself off and adjusted his hat long enough for him and the crowd to look toward the stage and see the Rumble clock tick down to the next entrant in this match.
"Who will the next entrant in this Rumble match?" Joey asked right away.
"Whoever it is, it looks like Yosemite Sam will be waiting for him!" Corey answered Joey with a nod.
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Entrant #39: Marshal Moo Montana (Wild West C.O.W. Boys of Moo Mesa)
After the buzzer sounded off yet again, the crowd was treated to the sound of a remixed version of "Old Town Road" by Lil Nas X & Billy Ray Cyrus playing on the sound speakers. What followed after that was the next entrant coming through the curtain riding on a horse to a big pop. His appearance looked a bit intimidating as it was an anthropomorphic cow dressed in a long sleeved blue-green shirt, cowboy gloves, brown pants, brown chaps, and a cowboy hat with the letter "M" attached to it.
Corey, truth be told, didn't even know what to make of this looking at the next entrant.
"No way, tell me I'm not seeing this!" Corey shook his head.
"Trust me, you are seeing this, Corey." Joey nodded before replying, "A very obscure competitor from the 90's, here comes Marshal Moo Montana from the underrated Wild West C.O.W. Boys of Moo Mesa!"
"No doubt he's riding on this old town road called the Cartoon All-Star Royal Rumble!" Booker exclaimed.
Once he finally stopped his horse at ringside, Marshal Moo got off his steed and exchanged a very tense showdown with Yosemite Sam, who luckily got the paintball gun he picked off on the mat. The rest of the competitors all looked at the staredown those two individuals were having and immediately stopped their tracks right away, anticipating a showdown that was now happening in their eyes.
"Uh-oh, are we gonna see a show down here?" Corey gasped in anticipation.
"I can tell this is gonna be good if that's the case." Booker nodded.
"This crowd definitely wants one for sure!" Joey nodded as well.
It didn't take too long for Marshal Moo to enter the ring right away, forcing him to engage in a very tense standoff between Yosemite Sam, who had his paintball gun ready to draw at any time. But not without having to taunt in front of Marshal Moo face-first of course.
"You think you're the roughest toughest cow here in this wild west?" Yosemite Sam said to Marshal Moo, "You and your fancy little bullhorns ain't worth spit, boy!"
"Just shut yer mouth and draw yer best, you short little midget-y redneck." Marshal Moo replied, forcing out an 'ohhhhhh' from the crowd.
"Oh, I heard that!" Booker T chuckled from that little insult that Marshal Moo gave to Yosemite Sam.
"I bet that's gotta piss off Yosemite Sam even more!" Corey Graves nodded.
That little insult Marshal Moo made at him made Yosemite Sam even more angry than the sun from Super Mario Bros. 3 truth be told. But regardless, both outlaws kept their guns held around their holsters as the rest of the crowd and even the contestants drew a bit silent at what was now occurring.
While that was going on, a tumbleweed rolled into the ring via comedic effect just to make this scene very western-like right away.
"Where did the tumbleweed come from?" Corey asked both Joey and Booker.
"Shush!" Booker T shushed Corey.
After only ten entire seconds of the standoff they were having…
"DRAW!" Both Marshal Moo and Yosemite Sam shouted as they drew their guns out.
Unfortunately for Yosemite Sam however, he found it hard to control his paintball gun in which his immediate hesistance forced Marshal Moo to capitalize, shooting out golden stars from his gun to get Yosemite Sam right by the legs, forcing the red-bearded outlaw to start leaping around the ring in pain!
"And Marshal Moo wins!" Joey loudly declared.
"It seems like Yosemite Sam wasn't able to control his paintball gun properly!" shook Corey Graves's head.
As Yosemite Sam still yelped around in pain however, Marshal Moo capitalized once more by grabbing Yosemite Sam right by the scarf and chucking him over the top rope and onto the floor, eliminating the outlaw from this entire Rumble to a round of cheers!
"Well, so long, Sam!" Booker T said, waving at Yosemite Sam.
"He definitely couldn't win this Rumble, let alone win a showdown all by himself!" Corey shook his head yet again.
"Chalk up the first elimination for Marshal Moo himself!" Joey exclaimed.
24th Elimination: Yosemite Sam; Eliminated by: Marshal Moo Montana; Duration: 3:40
After Yosemite Sam found himself cussing at ringside due to his elimination, the action continued as Samurai Jack tripped Hilda right on her feet before the samurai immediately swung her whole body around in a giant swing, which forced the Green Bay crowd to start counting each revolution that Jack was doing to Hilda.
"Oh man, round and round Samurai Jack goes!" Corey Graves smirked.
"And where Samurai Jack stops, no one knows!" Joey shook his head while shrugging.
"I'm sure Hilda definitely wants the spinning to stop, I can tell you that!" nodded Booker T.
After only nine revolutions though, he came to a stop only for She-Ra to come in running and hitting Hilda with a sliding dropkick!
"Oh, a sliding dropkick by the Princess of Power!" Booker pointed out once again.
"That definitely didn't feel good for Hilda right there!" Joey shook his head, fearing for Hilda's worst.
As Hilda found herself shook up from that double team attack, the crowd went back to looking towards the stage and seeing the Rumble clock light up again, therefore waiting for the next entrant to enter the match.
"This Rumble is gonna keep getting better as time goes on!" Joey exclaimed, "Just who will be the next entrant that enters the match next?"
10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... *BZZT!*
Entrant #40: Randy Marsh (South Park)
Once the buzzer rang out for the 38th time in the night (I know, the sound is starting to get very annoying), the song "Push" by Lorde started playing out as a man with black hair, black moustache, blue workshirt, light black jeans and black shoes started coming through the curtain, looking very hyper and pumped up while being appreciated by the crowd response Green Bay was giving to him.
As soon as he took off his shirt though, he started running down the aisle full speed.
"Oh, no! Anybody but him!" Corey whined with a big groan.
"Believe it or not, Corey, he's in!" Joey nodded, "Randy Marsh from South Park is here at #40 in the Cartoon All-Star-"
Before Joey could say those two simple words though, his voice got cut off when Randy Marsh tripped on his way down ringside and slid through the apron curtain, forcing him to lose his voice out of laughter.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Joey replied, nearly falling out of his seat.
"Oh my goodness, he just pulled a Titus!" Booker chuckled, referring to the stumble that Titus O'Neil did back at the Greatest Royal Rumble.
"I think history may have repeated itself here tonight!" Corey laughed as well, "Look, Randy Marsh is basically gone as we speak!"
"As much as I really want to hate you, Corey, I gotta admit that made me laugh." Booker T nodded while still trying to hold onto his laughter.
The entire crowd couldn't help but lose their voice in laughter either, feeling very amused at the little botch Randy Marsh did to himself at ringside. While that was going on though, Launchpad McQuack was busy attempting a back suplex right to Razor, only for the SWAT Kat to flip himself over on his feet and deliver a dropkick right to the back of McQuack's head, sending the pelican pilot to the ropes.
"Nice impressive counter by Razor right there." Joey replied.
Corey then nodded to Joey before saying, "Launchpad seems to be having trouble there in the Rumble-"
However, Corey Graves was soon cut off when Randy Marsh emerged back from the apron with a Singapore Cane in hand, caning Launchpad right in the face!
"Hey, Randy's back!" Booker T said, pointing to Randy yet again.
"Damn, just when I thought it would get good." Corey chuckled a bit.
But Randy Marsh was eager to make Corey Graves eat his own words. Randy finally entered the ring and came out swinging for the fences, using his Singapore Cane to whack across the heads of both Marco Diaz, Bart Simpson and Samurai Jack. Once he got to Samurai Jack though, Randy Marsh made a statement by caning Jack right by the ribs repeatedly over and over again, making Joey Styles lose his mind right away.
"My god, is Randy Marsh insane?!" Joey shrieked with a big gulp forming around his throat.
"If he is, someone go get him a straight jacket!" Corey nodded in relief.
Booker then nodded as he said, "If so, there still won't be anything stoppin' him!"
And there wasn't anything stopping him at this point.
Both Phineas Flynn and Finn The Human learned that the hard way as they both too were the victim of an unlucky Randy Marsh cane shot. Phineas was about to get the worse of the treatment though as Randy Marsh wrapped the Singapore cane around Phineas's neck and slammed him back with a White Russian Leg Sweep!
"There we go, White Russian Leg Sweep!" Joey shouted out in excitement.
"We're seeing a whole lot of them so far!" Corey nodded before saying, "I bet The Sandman should be awfully proud if he was here."
While Randy Marsh continued his impressive wave of momentum in this match, She-Ra was busy trying to slow down Coop Cooplowski with multiple dropkicks, of which he didn't budge one bit due to the unfazed attacks.
"Man, that big boy must be a human wall!" Booker exclaimed.
"That's the advantage you get when you're 300 pounds of meat and metal." Corey reminded Booker T right away.
Knowing her attacks didn't faze him one bit, She-Ra attempted to do another running dropkick, only for her attack to work right away on Coop, who now stumbled to the ropes.
"Hold up, I think it could be working!" Joey quickly pointed out.
She-Ra immediately ran to the ropes and back again hoping to get Coop with a running body press, but Coop managed to catch her right away, getting her into a Fallaway Slam position.
"Uh-oh, not the wisest idea there, She-Ra!" Corey shook his head in a 'tsk-tsk' kind of fashion.
Coop then transitioned into a powerslam position, scooping up She-Ra right on his shoulders. Knowing that there was still a table set up at ringside though, Coop had a smirk shown on his face knowing where he was going go with this.
"Please tell me Coop ain't gonna do that I think he's gonna do." Booker T said, fearing for the worst to happen.
"Oh, he's thinking about it Booker!" Joey Styles nodded in response.
With She-Ra on his shoulders, Coop sent her over the top rope, but miraclously, the Princess of Power managed to hang onto the ropes just at the nick of time and recovered right at the apron, therefore forcing Booker T to sigh in relief.
"Well, that was close!" The 5x WCW champion replied.
Coop tried to knock She-Ra off the apron, but the Princess of Power replied with a huge overhead kick of her own straight to the big man's face.
However, she made a fatal error recovering herself from the apron as Raven Queen came out of nowhere and delivered a big Black Mass kick to She-Ra, who got dropped off the apron and onto the wooden table, breaking it in pieces!
"Oh my god!" Joey Styles screamed with excitement.
"Raven Queen out of nowhere with that Black Mass kick!" Corey Graves smirked away.
"I even forgot Raven Queen was in this matchup!" Booker T exclaimed, "She put her down real good!"
"She-Ra may be broken in half after that one! She's eliminated!" Joey Styles nodded while still shrieking his ass off.
25th Eliminated: She-Ra; Eliminated by: Raven Queen; Duration: 31:45
The rest of the crowd were completely losing it instantly, resulting in the Green Bay crowd to chant "Holy Shit" over and over again. It didn't take too long for the EMT's to rush right over and tend to She-Ra's aid, knowing how well she had sold the table bump.
As the paramedics continued to check on She-Ra though, the crowd immediately broke away from the ring and looked towards the titantron yet again, seeing who would come through that curtain next.
"While we get some medical help for She-Ra, we might as well who number 41 is right now!" Corey said, pointing to the stage as the Rumble clock continued to tick down.
To be continued...
Ouch. That's really gotta hurt for She-Ra. Eh, she'll be okay. No doubt about it. Anyway, it's time for STAT TIME!:
Entrants in the ring: 15
Entrants eliminated: 25
Entrants left to go: 40
Eliminated: Lynn Loud Jr., Patrick Star, Johnny Bravo, Mordecai, Hank Hill, "Granddad" Robert Freeman, Rolf, Charlie Brown, Jimmy Neutron, Scrooge McDuck, Stan Smith, Jude Lizowski, Shadowcat, Peter Griffin, Pacifica Northwest, Ben Tennyson, Fred Flintstone, George Jetson, Shaggy Rogers, Arnold Shortman, Queen Tyr'ahnee, Philip J. Fry, Pinkie Pie, Yosemite Sam and She-Ra
Still in the ring: Samurai Jack, Raven Queen, Sam, Hilda, Launchpad McQuack, Coop Cooplowski, Spectra Vondergeist, "Razor" Jake Clawson, Alex, Bart Simpson, Marco Diaz, Phineas Flynn, Finn The Human, Marshal Moo Montana and Randy Marsh
Shortest time: Patrick Star - Record: 0:03
Longest time: Samurai Jack - Pretty much 38 or 39 minutes and counting
Will we see Marshal Moo and his fancy Wild West gun tricks?
Is Randy Marsh still sick out of his mind?
Is it time for me to watch awesome Johnny Cage clips of Mortal Kombat 11?
The answers will all be there next chapter, so make sure you keep tuning in to the Cartoon All-Star Royal Rumble if you can. Trust me, it'll get wilder with each chapter there is, so until then, three cheers for Grandmaster Blueberry Ice!