Arnold Story
Chapter 3.
Disclaimer I don't own Arnold.
After one week of training the kid was unrecognizable. He was tall and muscuclar and had a permanant frown that was just plain scary.
Curly looked at the once innocent 9 year old kid that he recruited 8 days ago. "Yes very good,but is he Curly material?"
Curly snapped his fingers and a big kid maybe 12 came out. The rest of the gang huddled in a circle around the kid (who I forgot to name,his name is now Bob) and the big 12 year old kid.
"If you think you can take him. go for it." Curly said coldy."But if you start,he won't be stopped until he beats you to a bloody pulp. Do you accept the terms of Agreement?"
"Yes." said Bob in a deep voice.
"Excellent" Curly said "start!"
They were moving around and around in a circle for a few seconds *Punch* Bob took a blow to the gut. *Kick* the 12 year old took a boot to the face. He fell to the ground spitting out blood. Bob kicked him over and over again in the ribs until he found fit. Than the 12 year old grabbed some dirt and threw it in Bob's eye.
"ARRG" said Bob. The 12 year old went up to him and started punching him in the stomach. Bob started puking. But he got up and sacked the 12 year old. He kicked him over and over again in the face than he stopped and jumped on him. He was punching away as he sat on top of him. 2 minutes later he got up and the 12 year old was knocked out cold.
"Take him away!" Curly said to the unconcious 12 year old. They dumped him somewhere in a ditch.
"You have prooven yourself worthy of being a member of our gang. Your mission is to take out these kids." He took out a picture of Arnold,gerald helga and the rest of them.
"Yes sir" Bob said to his leader.
"Excellent. You have 2 days to bring 3 of them to me or you will be sorry!" Curly looked at him with a glare only evil people glare at other people with that glare of theres.
"yes sir"...and he walked away into the streets
*End of chapter 3*
Chapter 3.
Disclaimer I don't own Arnold.
After one week of training the kid was unrecognizable. He was tall and muscuclar and had a permanant frown that was just plain scary.
Curly looked at the once innocent 9 year old kid that he recruited 8 days ago. "Yes very good,but is he Curly material?"
Curly snapped his fingers and a big kid maybe 12 came out. The rest of the gang huddled in a circle around the kid (who I forgot to name,his name is now Bob) and the big 12 year old kid.
"If you think you can take him. go for it." Curly said coldy."But if you start,he won't be stopped until he beats you to a bloody pulp. Do you accept the terms of Agreement?"
"Yes." said Bob in a deep voice.
"Excellent" Curly said "start!"
They were moving around and around in a circle for a few seconds *Punch* Bob took a blow to the gut. *Kick* the 12 year old took a boot to the face. He fell to the ground spitting out blood. Bob kicked him over and over again in the ribs until he found fit. Than the 12 year old grabbed some dirt and threw it in Bob's eye.
"ARRG" said Bob. The 12 year old went up to him and started punching him in the stomach. Bob started puking. But he got up and sacked the 12 year old. He kicked him over and over again in the face than he stopped and jumped on him. He was punching away as he sat on top of him. 2 minutes later he got up and the 12 year old was knocked out cold.
"Take him away!" Curly said to the unconcious 12 year old. They dumped him somewhere in a ditch.
"You have prooven yourself worthy of being a member of our gang. Your mission is to take out these kids." He took out a picture of Arnold,gerald helga and the rest of them.
"Yes sir" Bob said to his leader.
"Excellent. You have 2 days to bring 3 of them to me or you will be sorry!" Curly looked at him with a glare only evil people glare at other people with that glare of theres.
"yes sir"...and he walked away into the streets
*End of chapter 3*