BATTLE ROYAL
(Based on an idea by Asian Extreme, the creators of Japanese version of The Ring.)
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I most recently watched the Asian extreme movie Battle Royal and decided it is a great idea that I must steal. And Now to unleash my fury. By the way this is a story about Jim Carey characters. Please don't sue.)
CHAPTER ONE - Introduction(s)
"Who would have believed it my little monkey friend ?" Ace Ventura asked his pet monkey spike as his trashed and broken up car took another city street corner. "Me awarded the Greatest Detective in the Field of Animals Award." Ace looked the definition of cool. His shades, his rented tux and of course his tie featuring his picture with a hippo named grace. Ace repeated himself, "Who would have believed it my little monkey friend ? There is an award for Animal detection."
The car skidded to a halt as Ace pulled into the last remaining parking space. "Like a glove."
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Stanley Ipkiss frowned as he stared down at his watch. It was eleven. He was supposed to be at the airport in an hour. He couldn't believe his luck today. Ever since the mask he had taken a turn for the worst. If that was even possible. He had been fired from his job, his girlfriend left him for a rich millionaire, Charlie someone, and his dog Milo was run over by a complete jerk Hollywood star. Yes, his life had got worse. And now to make matters a whole lot worse he was going to miss the plane.
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Truman Burbank ran as fast as he could along the Miami coastline. He loved life outside Seahaven, he even had his own sailboat now, on which he spent many summer (or winter for that matter) days spending time with his wife. He had leant how to act and was now appearing in Shakespearean plays all across Miami. But more importantly he was finally with the girl he loved. He made a leap of the sidewalk and down a flight of stairs his feet landing comfortably in the sand.
"Good Morning Beach !" He yelled as the sun made it's way up, "And in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight."
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Edward Nigma hated his cell. The days when he had acted crazy in hope of being moved to a insane asylum were or and now he merely sat on the floor staring into space. His man was foiled and he had a feeling that it was two-faces fault.
"Medication time," Came a voice from his cell door. That was strange, Edward had not had any medication in months due to his now placid and well behaved manor. And then the door opened. The man was not his regular doctor. He smiled and as he leaned into inject the medicine into Edwards arm, he stared at his shirt. The words BR were written on his sleeve and pocket. Who the hell was this guy ?
(Based on an idea by Asian Extreme, the creators of Japanese version of The Ring.)
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I most recently watched the Asian extreme movie Battle Royal and decided it is a great idea that I must steal. And Now to unleash my fury. By the way this is a story about Jim Carey characters. Please don't sue.)
CHAPTER ONE - Introduction(s)
"Who would have believed it my little monkey friend ?" Ace Ventura asked his pet monkey spike as his trashed and broken up car took another city street corner. "Me awarded the Greatest Detective in the Field of Animals Award." Ace looked the definition of cool. His shades, his rented tux and of course his tie featuring his picture with a hippo named grace. Ace repeated himself, "Who would have believed it my little monkey friend ? There is an award for Animal detection."
The car skidded to a halt as Ace pulled into the last remaining parking space. "Like a glove."
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Stanley Ipkiss frowned as he stared down at his watch. It was eleven. He was supposed to be at the airport in an hour. He couldn't believe his luck today. Ever since the mask he had taken a turn for the worst. If that was even possible. He had been fired from his job, his girlfriend left him for a rich millionaire, Charlie someone, and his dog Milo was run over by a complete jerk Hollywood star. Yes, his life had got worse. And now to make matters a whole lot worse he was going to miss the plane.
-----------
Truman Burbank ran as fast as he could along the Miami coastline. He loved life outside Seahaven, he even had his own sailboat now, on which he spent many summer (or winter for that matter) days spending time with his wife. He had leant how to act and was now appearing in Shakespearean plays all across Miami. But more importantly he was finally with the girl he loved. He made a leap of the sidewalk and down a flight of stairs his feet landing comfortably in the sand.
"Good Morning Beach !" He yelled as the sun made it's way up, "And in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight."
---------
Edward Nigma hated his cell. The days when he had acted crazy in hope of being moved to a insane asylum were or and now he merely sat on the floor staring into space. His man was foiled and he had a feeling that it was two-faces fault.
"Medication time," Came a voice from his cell door. That was strange, Edward had not had any medication in months due to his now placid and well behaved manor. And then the door opened. The man was not his regular doctor. He smiled and as he leaned into inject the medicine into Edwards arm, he stared at his shirt. The words BR were written on his sleeve and pocket. Who the hell was this guy ?
