Circus Craziness!

To Raliena: Yeah, poor Longshot. Ali's still beating the heck out of him. Ali was scared to death, and who could blame her. She was tied to a spinning wheel and had daggers thrown at her, even though they're not meant to hit her. I'm glad you liked the chapter, and here's more insanity for you!

To Sparky Genocide: Beast King being chased by a docile animal that eats his pants and then knocks a woman's wig off, huh? I like it! I'll see what I can do! I'm glad you liked the chapter, and here's a new one of insanity for you!

To Red Witch: Oh yeah, it's going to be crazy! I'm glad you really liked the last chapter! I read the new chapter of "This Soap Opera Called Life" and I liked it! I wonder what Mystique is pregnant with. Anyway, this was a great chapter! Can't wait for more insanity from you! Anyway, here's a new chapter full of madness for you!

It's Profile Time again! (Crowd hoots, hollers, screams, chants, and claps. Some hold up signs.) This time, we take a look at a Joe who is always first into a situation, kicking the door down while at it. Everyone, say hello to Shockwave!

Shockwave

Real Name: Jason A. Faria

Affiliation: Army, formerly Detroit Police Department S.W.A.T. Team

Rank: E-4

Primary Military Specialty: Special Weapons and Tactics Specialist

Secondary Military Specialty: Choir (Tenor)

Birthplace: Dearborn, Michigan

Bio: A former altar boy and high school choir member, Shockwave grew up to become the youngest member of the Detroit Police Department's S.W.A.T. team, a job he enjoyed because he got to make the streets a little safer and he got to kick doors down. As a Detroit cop, he was awarded two citations for bravery, which caused an event that he thought was unusual: He was approached to join the Joe team. He accepted the invitation, despite the fact the hours were longer and he was paid less. Shockwave didn't mind, because he wasn't interested in the money.

Note: Shockwave is fearless and like any good Detroit Red Wings fan, hates the Colorado Avalanche with a passion. He also is a good tenor singer, and he's been known to hang around the Pit, singing with some other Joes. He also tends to kick down the door when he walks into a room.

Disclaimer: "That was no basketball team. That was a cosmic event." - Me on 1992's American Olympic basketball team.

Chapter 11: It Continues!

Inside the Wrangling Brothers Circus

The crowd cheered and screamed in delight as Jack McCormick, the Malibu-born animorph (Change into any animal) and West Coast Misfit known as Beast King, changed back into his human form. He had just done an act that involved him assuming the form of various animals. He was clad in a neon green costume with black sleeves and legs and a white downward-pointing triangle on the chest. He also had on neon green boots and white gloves. This was his West Coast Misfit costume.

"Way to go, Jackie! Awesome, dude!" Jack's older cousin, Wipe-Out cheered and clapped.

"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Beast King!" Tim Wrangling announced, making the fans clap.

"Help me!" Jack exclaimed. "Dudes! Help! Not cool! Not cool!" The circus-goers laughed as they saw Jack run away from a yipping dog that was after his leg. "Help me! I totally need saving!" The dog bit him in the butt and ripped off the ower half o the costume, making Jack scream, cover up his heart-print boxers, and stumble into the crowd, knocking an old lady's wig off in the process.

"Oy…" Tim pinched his nose. "Okay, folks. Now let's get to our next act, our strongmen. Our first strongman is the Amazing Tony! And with him is a teenage marvel of muscle, the Apache warrior, John "Thunderbird" Proudstar!" The strongman and John ran out. Tony was clad in the loincloth of a stereotypical strongman, while John was clad in a shiny version of his blue-and-red costume. The two strongmen did an act where they pitched barbells like kickballs to each other and twirled dumbbells like staffs. The act was completed when Tony lifted a 700-pound dumbbell over his head, then John lifted them all up. The crowd cheered at that.

"Wasn't that amazing, folks?!" Tim crowd, making the crowd cheer. "And now, welcome the beautiful Irish screamer…Theresa Rourke, the Siryn!" Siryn flew into the center ring to the delight of the crowd. She landed, clad in a shiny version of her regular costume. A couple assistants wheeled out a large block of glass that appeared to be three feet tall.

"Hello!" Siryn said to the crowd. "I was born with the power to generate sonic vibrations, which I can use to fly or fire as a powerful sonic scream. Using that scream, I am going to shatter that block o' reinforced glass." Siryn put down the microphone, then walked to the side of the glass. She took a couple breaths, and then took a deep one. She started firing her scream, slowly increasing the pitch so it would be less stressful on her vocal cords. A couple minutes later, the glass block started to crack a little. A little more, and then it shattered. Theresa panted a little and rubbed her throat as the crowd cheered.

Outside the tent

"Shut your mouth, Sushi!"

"Shut yours!" Toshiro snapped back. The two mutants were engaging in one of their regular hobbies: arguing. The two mutants were still clad in their clown costumes.

"You are a pain in the neck!" The Boston-born Thunderbolt yelled.

"You are a loudmouth and a moron!" The Japan-born Sunfire yelled back.

"You are a dumb jabroni who doesn't know when to stop being an idiot!"

"And you are a lousy baka (Author's Note: 'Baka' is the Japanese word for idiot or moron, I think) who doesn't know when to keep his big mouth shut!" Toshi snapped back at Kyle.

"And you are a major…" Kyle started to retort when he heard something. "Hey Sushi, you hear that?" Toshi blinked.

"Yes. It sounds like…rumbling." Toshi looked out beyond and squinted his eyes. Kyle pulled his blue shades out of his pocket and put them on.

"Sufferin' Succotash…" Kyle blinked under his shades.

Uh oh! Looks like trouble! What are the boys seeing?! What insanity will happen next? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!