AUTHORS NOTE: It has been well over a year since i've updated this epic, i found it the other day and promptly laughed my ass off, I'm going to finish this story, and see if I can try to pick up where I left off.
Bruce Campbell's booming voice spread throughout the ring with a mighty thunder. Spider-mans mangled corpse lay dormant on the ground, festering with arkane diseases, his girlish ears barely comprehending Bruce's voice as it began to count upwards to his impending doom, Spidey knew if he did not win this match, he would not get his Hawaiian Punch, truly the only thing in the world worth fighting for. The retired mercenary picked up his cantankerous body and grimaced like a hobo looking for a warm blanket.
"Nixon! enough games have been played here, it is time for me to unleash my true power on you!" the pajama wearing vigilante announced.
Spider-man began to draw all of his power into himself, exploding with a blast of rightenous, the heavens were torn asunder as the avid arachnid launched himself into an alcoholic seizure on the floor, the beast twitched and convulsed, convorting himself on the ground like some cruel victim of nude twister, finally his skeleton leaped out of his skin and had a big stupid grin on it's face.
"I will turn your brains to bread" grizzled the bare chested skeleton as it launched itself at nixon, giving him a tender kiss on his blubbery buttocks.
Nixon was taken aback by this strange behavior, and began to shoot ravenous tarantulas out of his legendary corn hole of justice. one by one the tarantulas swarmed the skeleton and made it giggle with glee.
Spider-man's skeleton began to sing bible verses before it curled itself up nicely into spider-mans body once more, and it seemed the spandex wearing southerner was ready for another round! he immediately turned into a tuna sandwich and threw himself at nixon full speed, causing nixon to salivate so much that the ring was soon an aquatic wasteland. Nixons sneakers were quite soaked, so he turned into a gargoyle and began to claw at spidey's head, Spider-man cried out for unholy justice and for sexual destitute.
Suddenly, without warning, Mr. T enters the ring, bare ass naked, and starts pulling Nixons eyes out of his sockets.
"FUNGAH!" Cries an earthly Nixon, as his face begins being defiled by the burly black man.
Bruce Campbell once again begins his countdown.
-To be continued-
Bruce Campbell's booming voice spread throughout the ring with a mighty thunder. Spider-mans mangled corpse lay dormant on the ground, festering with arkane diseases, his girlish ears barely comprehending Bruce's voice as it began to count upwards to his impending doom, Spidey knew if he did not win this match, he would not get his Hawaiian Punch, truly the only thing in the world worth fighting for. The retired mercenary picked up his cantankerous body and grimaced like a hobo looking for a warm blanket.
"Nixon! enough games have been played here, it is time for me to unleash my true power on you!" the pajama wearing vigilante announced.
Spider-man began to draw all of his power into himself, exploding with a blast of rightenous, the heavens were torn asunder as the avid arachnid launched himself into an alcoholic seizure on the floor, the beast twitched and convulsed, convorting himself on the ground like some cruel victim of nude twister, finally his skeleton leaped out of his skin and had a big stupid grin on it's face.
"I will turn your brains to bread" grizzled the bare chested skeleton as it launched itself at nixon, giving him a tender kiss on his blubbery buttocks.
Nixon was taken aback by this strange behavior, and began to shoot ravenous tarantulas out of his legendary corn hole of justice. one by one the tarantulas swarmed the skeleton and made it giggle with glee.
Spider-man's skeleton began to sing bible verses before it curled itself up nicely into spider-mans body once more, and it seemed the spandex wearing southerner was ready for another round! he immediately turned into a tuna sandwich and threw himself at nixon full speed, causing nixon to salivate so much that the ring was soon an aquatic wasteland. Nixons sneakers were quite soaked, so he turned into a gargoyle and began to claw at spidey's head, Spider-man cried out for unholy justice and for sexual destitute.
Suddenly, without warning, Mr. T enters the ring, bare ass naked, and starts pulling Nixons eyes out of his sockets.
"FUNGAH!" Cries an earthly Nixon, as his face begins being defiled by the burly black man.
Bruce Campbell once again begins his countdown.
-To be continued-