DeathMatch Cats
I don't own the SPC's. But I wish I did because I'll bring them back FOR GOOD!
DIV: Hi everyone and welcome to Pizza Cats Deathmatch. I'm Div, ready to announce the three fights and boy have we got a great line up for you. Three fights ready to spill some blood. Im fight one is Bad Bird vs. Jerry Attric, fight two is Francine vs. Princess Vi...God that's gonna be one hell of a fight, eh Big Al?
BIG AL: Oh, it sure will be, both have equal abilities, both are greedy and-
DIV: Sorry to interrupt you, Al, but our first batch of fighters are just getting into the ring. Bad Bird vs. Jerry Attric. These two have been cutting up each other guts for years, all because of a game of cards and it's come down to this!
BIG AL: That's right, Div, they-
DIV: I almost forgot folks; the main event is Speedy vs. Guido, that'll get your blood boiling.
BIG AL: Are you ever gonna let me have a say?
DIV: Oh sorry...go ahead...
BIG AL: Thank you. Well, I think-
DIV: Let's go down to the ring, where Lucille will start the fight.
TO THE RING.
Jerry Attric and Bad Bird are in their corners.
LUCILLE: Okay, would you two please get over here.
Jerry Attric and Bad Bird walked up to Lucille, both looking angrily at each other.
LUCILLE: Okay, you two, I want a nice clean fight, because I don't want to see blood, I can't stand the sight of blood. (Starting to get upset) In fact...I...I don't like it when people fight! (Starts to cry and then her top opens up) It's horrible!
JERRY: Oh my GOD, SHE'S GONNA BLOW!
BAD BIRD: RUN!
JERRY: I CAN'T, I'M OLD!
BAD BIRD: YOU'RE A CARTOON CHARACTER, OF COURSE YOU CAN RUN!
Just then the missiles popped out of Lucille's hair doo and flied everywhere and exploding and one headed straight towards Big Al and Div. One of the missiles went for Jerry and impaled into his chest and ripping through his body and coming out from his back, leaving a blood pouring see- through hole before exploding seconds later behind him. Jerry looked at his chest before rolling his eyes back and flopped lifeless on the ground. Meanwhile another missile headed for Bad Bird, he opened his mouth wide and screamed and by doing that the missile flew into his mouth, he choked a bit and had no choice but to swallow it, he gulped.
BAD BIRD: Oh crap...
Bad Bird then exploded as little bits of flesh and blood flew everywhere and all that was left was a huge red circle of blood and Lucille just standing there.
LUCILLE: (Giggles) Whoops...sorry...I'll just leave.
BACK AT THE DESK.
Div came out of his hiding and sat back down again, he was unhurt.
DIV: Well...uh...I...I guess that Lucille is the winner. That was...pretty lame really, huh? What do you think, Al?
Div could only see the side of Big Al but it looked like Big Al was freaked out by something...his eye and mouth was wide open.
DIV: Uh...Al?
Div turned Big Al's chair and jumped in fright of what he saw...Big Al was missing half his face, his brain and skull easily seen with blood still dripping out. This was cause by one of the missiles.
DIV: Whoa...oh Big Al, stop scaring me with your party tricks!
A bit of brain fell out and seconds after that Big Al fell out of his seat and flopped on the floor, not moving a muscle.
DIV: (Annoyed) Now your getting blood on my new shoes. (Sighs) Join us after the break when we might see some actual FIGHTING! See you soon.
I don't own the SPC's. But I wish I did because I'll bring them back FOR GOOD!
DIV: Hi everyone and welcome to Pizza Cats Deathmatch. I'm Div, ready to announce the three fights and boy have we got a great line up for you. Three fights ready to spill some blood. Im fight one is Bad Bird vs. Jerry Attric, fight two is Francine vs. Princess Vi...God that's gonna be one hell of a fight, eh Big Al?
BIG AL: Oh, it sure will be, both have equal abilities, both are greedy and-
DIV: Sorry to interrupt you, Al, but our first batch of fighters are just getting into the ring. Bad Bird vs. Jerry Attric. These two have been cutting up each other guts for years, all because of a game of cards and it's come down to this!
BIG AL: That's right, Div, they-
DIV: I almost forgot folks; the main event is Speedy vs. Guido, that'll get your blood boiling.
BIG AL: Are you ever gonna let me have a say?
DIV: Oh sorry...go ahead...
BIG AL: Thank you. Well, I think-
DIV: Let's go down to the ring, where Lucille will start the fight.
TO THE RING.
Jerry Attric and Bad Bird are in their corners.
LUCILLE: Okay, would you two please get over here.
Jerry Attric and Bad Bird walked up to Lucille, both looking angrily at each other.
LUCILLE: Okay, you two, I want a nice clean fight, because I don't want to see blood, I can't stand the sight of blood. (Starting to get upset) In fact...I...I don't like it when people fight! (Starts to cry and then her top opens up) It's horrible!
JERRY: Oh my GOD, SHE'S GONNA BLOW!
BAD BIRD: RUN!
JERRY: I CAN'T, I'M OLD!
BAD BIRD: YOU'RE A CARTOON CHARACTER, OF COURSE YOU CAN RUN!
Just then the missiles popped out of Lucille's hair doo and flied everywhere and exploding and one headed straight towards Big Al and Div. One of the missiles went for Jerry and impaled into his chest and ripping through his body and coming out from his back, leaving a blood pouring see- through hole before exploding seconds later behind him. Jerry looked at his chest before rolling his eyes back and flopped lifeless on the ground. Meanwhile another missile headed for Bad Bird, he opened his mouth wide and screamed and by doing that the missile flew into his mouth, he choked a bit and had no choice but to swallow it, he gulped.
BAD BIRD: Oh crap...
Bad Bird then exploded as little bits of flesh and blood flew everywhere and all that was left was a huge red circle of blood and Lucille just standing there.
LUCILLE: (Giggles) Whoops...sorry...I'll just leave.
BACK AT THE DESK.
Div came out of his hiding and sat back down again, he was unhurt.
DIV: Well...uh...I...I guess that Lucille is the winner. That was...pretty lame really, huh? What do you think, Al?
Div could only see the side of Big Al but it looked like Big Al was freaked out by something...his eye and mouth was wide open.
DIV: Uh...Al?
Div turned Big Al's chair and jumped in fright of what he saw...Big Al was missing half his face, his brain and skull easily seen with blood still dripping out. This was cause by one of the missiles.
DIV: Whoa...oh Big Al, stop scaring me with your party tricks!
A bit of brain fell out and seconds after that Big Al fell out of his seat and flopped on the floor, not moving a muscle.
DIV: (Annoyed) Now your getting blood on my new shoes. (Sighs) Join us after the break when we might see some actual FIGHTING! See you soon.