The Simpsons

(The Super Homer Saga)

By IHVNNM

** I do not own the Simpsons, even though I do enjoy watching whenever I can. I applaud you James L. Brooks, Matt Groening and the Fox Network, may you all keep producing more episodes so loyal fans shall keep watching. Please no one sue me. P.S. I don't own the WWF, but I do like watching them week after week, so don't sue me for that either.

The gloomy apartment of Fink and CBCG, is only lit by the soft glow of the television and the sparks coming from Fink's small room. He is still hard at work, creating a device to bring television shows character to life to destroy that super idiot, Super Homer. As Fink works long and hard on his device, the door bell buzzes.

"Hey fatty with the goofy costume, can you get that? Hello…" Fink calls out from his room, the doorbell is ringing over and over. He can hear CBCG snoring soundly on the couch. "Oh, never mind!" Fink grumbles to himself as he dodges all the equipment in his room, then missing all the empty food containers in CBCG's room (use to be called the living room).

Fink opens the door. "Hello?" He peeks out of the crack of the door, there is a man, slightly old with big muscles and trimmed hair. He is in a grayish, bluish business suit. "Yes, may I be of an assistance?"

"Hello, I'm Vince McMahon. I own the WWF, or the World Wresting Federation, well right now I own half, but I want you to help me."

Fink stares at him for a minute then lets him in. "Hey CBCG, get off the couch and get something to eat, here's ten bucks" Fink pulls out some cash from his pocket, CBCG instantly gets up, grabs the money and leaves, quickly. Fink leads Vince to the kitchen, where they sat at the fall apart table. "Would you like me to make you anything? Coffee, tea, crackers?"

"I'm alright," Vince looks around the apartment and has a disgust face on, but trying to keep it cool, he knows how smart Fink is and needs some help. "Well, the favor I need from you is a drug that will make my wrestlers strong, faster, smarter and can take a real punishment. Where if someone's neck is snapped or twisted around, they can still keep fighting, something that will give them regeneration powers."

"Mmmm. I think I might have something that can do that, it's still in the development stages, but I think I can do it. It will cost you and I will need a favor done, select five wrestlers, preferably the best ones you have, I want them to fight against Super Homer."

"Umm, Super Homer? Who in the blue hell is he?"

"He's this super hero that I can't defeat, maybe with your wrestlers I can defeat him, since they are already trained to 'fight' and with this drug, they can take a punishment a lot longer than any human."

"How much is this going to cost me?"

"Let's say, five hundred bucks for each canister, and each canister will last one wrestler for one week."

Vince gives off a small snarl, it might be cheap now, but if everyone has it, it will cost him a fortune. "Is there any way to make it cheaper?"

"Let's see, if you defeat Super Homer, I will give you one canister for only fifty bucks, how about that? I'm taking cash out of my own pocket to do it."

"I say we have a deal, I will bring five of my best wrestlers here tomorrow. Thanks." With that Vince shakes Finks hand, then quickly leaves the premises, he does not like being such filth, even the shower room after the WWF events are over.

Fink sits at a table, smiling to himself, he is now going to be rid of Super Homer and CBCG will no longer have to stay at his apartment. "It looks like things are now starting to go my way," Fink says, leaving back in his chair. "Whoa, hey!" He leans to far back and falls to the floor, "Ouch my head!" His feet are in the air twitching.

*

Vince is outside, striating his suit as he walks down the hallway. "Let's see, who will I use to help that nerd out… I think the Rock, Hulk, HHH, Angle, and Jericho. They have the most talent of the whole bunch. They should easily take out this person, especially now that they will be even better than before." He gets into his limo and drives to the airport where he will go home and call the wrestlers.

*

CBCG is in Krusty Burger, where he is holding up the cashier for a few free burgers after they messed up his order. "You see here, I will have these free or I will take this whole building down." CBCG says, slamming his fist on the counter.

"Well sir, I don't think we can do that," The squeaky pimple teen says, as his shirt is grabbed by CBCG. "I think we can make an acceptation."

"That's better, now, I want one… no wait, two of everything on the board. Today!" He throws the kid in the back where he quickly starts making the food. Just then Homer walks in with Bart.

"So son, what would you like to eat?"

"I want a Krusty Meal!" Bart says on Homer's back.

"Hey kid, Super Hero Special price! I want three times the amount on the board and an additional Krusty Meal." Homer says.

"That will take a while, hey, you're a super hero, please stop this guy and I will give you your food quicker." The teen says.

"Well, ok, I don't know who you are, but you're going down." Homer goes into his stance and punches CBCG out the window and a few blocks. He does not come back to fight, just goes back 'home' to lick his wounds.

*

"Well, I'm glad you are all here now, let's get down to business. You are all the best of the best, I want you to go to a place called Springfield and go to Fink's apartment, there he will give a drug to become more powerful. Once you become better, he has a mission for you to do. Will you all accept it?"

Rock, Hulk, HHH, Kurt and Jericho says at once "Yes sir."

"So, what will this do to us, since I normally wouldn't be taking drugs" HHH says, getting a little uncomfortable in his chair.

"Yes, yes, we all know you don't take anything to increase your strength already."

"So, who is this monkey ass, Fink?" Rock says raising his eyebrow.

"He is a super intelligent scientist who creates things, and he's created a mixture to give you enhancements and instantaneous regeneration that will kind of make you immortal."

"Will it give me back my youth?" Hulk says with a slight eager voice.

"No, sorry it won't." Hulk sulks in his chair and pouts.

"How true is this guy?" Angle asks.

"He's damn true."

"I'm already the best, what makes you think this stuff will do anything for me?" Jericho puts in.

"I don't know, but I know you're not the best, now shut up, you're becoming such a whiner."

They all then ask, "Where is Springfield?"

*

"Oh my dear god, what happen to you?" Fink cries out after seeing CBCG with a huge bruise on his face.

"Me and Super Homer went toe to toe. We fought like the whole time I was gone. He then somehow distracted me and hit me in the face, taking me out for the count."

"Mmmhhmm. Well, I think we have some people who might finish Super Homer off for good, if their bodies can take the drug."

"You mean you got test subjects for the enhancer? The stuff that I can't use because my body isn't strong enough to handle it?"

"Yes, they will be here shortly." With that, there came a knock at the door, CBCG hobbles to the door and opens it up. There standing at the door way is HHH, Jericho, Angle, Hulk and the Rock. They are all ferocious looking.

"Is this where Fink lives?" HHH says, stepping though the door without given an answer.

"Hello, I'm Professor Fink, Vince told me that five wrestlers would be here to assist me. Please sit at the table and I will tell you everything that I need you all to do." Fink shows them to the tables, there they all sit down, and all the chairs all strain from their weight.

"So, what is this all about calling us here?" Jericho asks as he looks around the filthy house.

"I need you five to be test subjects for this new drug Vince wants. Only strong people with high endurance can use it, if they are too their bodies will not be able to handle it and will die. However as wrestlers, you need to keep your bodies fit and can take punishment. Hold on and I will get the canisters." Fink leaves them all alone, they sit at the table.

"So do you think we should trust him?" Hulk says, leaning over to the Rock.

"I don't know if I trust that monkey turd, but we are getting paid pretty well to do this, so, why the hell not, let's do it."

"Well, I don't think I need any enhancements, I'm perfect as it is." Jericho says with a large side of cockiness

"Me too, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think Jericho is right." Angle says, shaking his head.

Fink comes back with a small fridge he is struggling with. HHH takes the fridge and without strength places it on the table. Fink then thanks HHH as Fink opens it up, letting out cold gasses, inside where five metal canisters.

"Now each of you take one and drink the whole thing, you might feel a lot of pain, it will go away quickly once your body gets use to it. Good luck." Fink starts to laugh as each wrestler drinks the contents and falls to the floor in pain.

**So, wacha all think? I think this is a good spot to end it, and a whole fight scene next chapter, yea, I'm so evil * Evil grin * Well, I hope whoever likes this will review, I will make another chapter, without any reviews because this will be a continuation of this one, I plan to make three chapters. Thank you all and please review it.