Chapter Nine
GI Joe
Phase one for Duke : The wax
Disclaimer: I do not own GI Joe whatsoever, and i am a broke college student. The only thing that you would get is pocket lint.
It was quiet on the top secret base, and all was natural, all was calm ,and tranquil. In a clandestine room two trainers tracked their students' progress. Folders and papers were everywhere, and they were going over vigorously what could be used, and what was forbidden in the competition. They had been up for hours studying this brand new material to enhance their students positions in the competition. Their was nothing wrong with that, but in order for them to keep security measures around the presidents daughter, things had to be compromised. Jovi turned to the computer screen for a break from the astronomical mass of folders that were piled upon the oak table. Jovi taped a few keys to bring up the file of every candidate here in preparation for the pageant.
Shane: Well who do we take first to get this thing done and over with? Or should we have a fashion expert go with them for an afternoon of shopping?
Jovi: Well I don't know about you, but I think that some of them need to undergo make overs first, like makeup and hair and the trade secrets thing. Plus I think that we should even appoint a coach for everyone of them to give them pointers on the contest and help them through it.
Shane: You know that is a good idea, someone that they can go to, and talk about their insecurities and what not. Someone that they can report to and go talk out issues. As we know that their are really bitchy and cruel people that we know in this business.
Jovi: Dear God Robert Jenner is participating in the competition. He is representing England in the competition.
Shane: That bastard is going to be the one to beat. Wait... Can he be suspected of working with Cobra?
Jovi: As far as interpol is concerned, he is in the clear.
Shane: Dammit.
Jovi: Oh well you win some, and you lose some.
Shane: On the upside actually I came up with a little selection program for the makeovers, and the results are...
He constantly struggled hoping by some chance that the guards; would at some point get tired of carrying him. But to no avail he was stripped and strapped down to the stainless steel table. Xamot glared definitely at Cobra commander , who, just stared at person at hand. High heeled footsteps caught his attention, and he thought the baroness was walking towards him. Low and behold it was a man in a lab coat. He had the latest in valentino frames and a disturbing perky appearance. He automatically studied Xamot in order to prepare for the necessary augmentations that would be required to take the contest and cajole the president's daughter to fall for him.
Xamot: You sick bastard! I'll get you for this...
Cobra Commander: Oh DOC don't you think that he could use some of those scotoal implants? And not to mention a liquid injection or too? Its ah looking a minute from this angle.
Doctor: As a matter of fact yes, and a lot of botox in his face. Scratch that he needs face lift and botox. Damn I haven't seen wrinkles like those since I did Joan river's... ( His shoulders shook)Ewww bad memories. Okay how bout an ass lift as well?
Xamot: What no, my ass is perfectly fine.
Baroness: Okay yeah ummm keep telling yourself that. He needs a least a six inch lift, cause that thing is sagging more than...
Destro: Okay moving on, I recommend how do you say a skintone would be nice, and a six pack.
Xamot: I'm not that pasty!
Destro: Well from under this light you are, and lets get some lip for those thunder thighs.
Xamot: What? How dare you ! Thats my best feature!
Doc: Sure if you count all that cellulite. Staff prep him for surgery.
Xamot: Brother help where are you brother!
Tomax: Certainly not saving your ass.
The table ran parallel to the floor and was about a good three feet off the ground. Harsh bright light illumanted from the sheer bright lamps from above, and shone brightly onto the unwilling patient. He struggled against the bounds that held him, and to no avail he could not get loose.
Doctor: Mindbender pass me that scalpel, I must make him into a masterpiece! Nurses sedate him and now!
Nurse: Yes doctor!
Xamot: Wait where is the antheisologist?(AN: the person that stands beside the table monitoring the amount of sedative you take for surgery)
Nurse: Well its called budget cuts, hold still.
Xamot: Tomax where the hell are you! Your supposed to help me!
Tomax: Yeah key word, " supposed". Helping you requires effort, and that's something that I am too lazy to do.
Mindbender: This is payback for all the things that you have pulled with me and my cat... Mr. Winkles this is for you!
Xamot: You migh...
DOC: Yes we know we will break you body not your mind routine, now unless you don't shut up we'll show you "Little Women" the extended version.
Silence was achieve from the patient, and was kept as the scalpel was put through his flesh.
Shane sat up and stared at the time, and the amount of days that were required for training. It has already been 6 days since the mission started. Fashion and makeup haven't even been touched yet. As he imagined it, it would come down to the wire. .
Jovi: Well which one should be done with their training today?
Shane looked over the laptop carefully and assessed that Duke was complete with the talent training for the pageant Mwhahahahaha... Ha our first victim.
Jovi: Handsome boy gets to go first eh? Hair, clothes, or the works?
Shane: The works, naturally .Its the only way to go for these boys.
Jovi: Speaking from a materialistic, snobbish, conceited perspective, yeah they don't stand a chance. We want to be noticed and standout from the rest in the Pageant
Jovi: All right lets get to work shall we.
Duke stood behind the duo, as they rode down the corridor in the elevator. Finally they came to halt and the doors part only to reveal a huge group of people dressed in lab coats. Jovi and Shane jogged to meet to what seemed to be the head of the group.
Misha: Well then its about time that you showed with the subject. Oh and hello over there. I am the head cosmetics / fashion specialist. I am sure Jovi and Shane have mentioned my work to you.
Shane: Moving on, give him the works, and were in a rush as well. He should be easy.
Misha: On the surface he might look handsome, and but underneath those clothes I don't know.
Duke: Hey I am not that bad looking. And Ma'm why are you swathing me with a cotton ball?
Lyoko: Well I am taking your sweat to make a special cologne that will work for you and only for you. It should be done in three days time.
Misha: Shane and Jovi what is the deadline on this one?
Shane: Well with shopping and selection of products I would say 48 hours at most. We're just going to send one after the other for you.
Jovi: Just make him into the model man , except better and hairless down there.
Duke: What!
Shane: Gotta go, see ya babe. Remember this is for your country.Plus ummm we hold dear and near in our hearts.
Misha: Okay just so I know we have the right one, your name is Duke, sparing all the details. And you are the 2nd in command of GI Joe. I am head of my own personal army and unit of cosmetic specialists will make you look like Brad Pitt except a whole lot cuter . Now strip commando we need to get a couple of photos to access the situation.
Duke: These aren't going online are they?
Misha: Stop hesitating and lets gets this show on the road. Go behind that screen, and that's where the photographer will be waiting.
Duke: Dear God thou art in heaven please let me forget about this emotionally scarring day.
Photographer: Please sir turn around so that we can get good profile. Thank you, and guys turn up the heat in the room its a little chilly in here. Yeah that's right give it to me
Duke: Ok..ay
Photographer: Work with it, think of it as a chance for you to fool around for a while.
Duke: Grrrrrr, This is freaking embarrassing.
Photographer: Oh honey work it for me, You wouldn't let your team members know that you pussed out on me.
Duke posed and the camera flashed.
Photographer: Now were getting somewhere!
Misha: Versace or Valentino, I am leaning toward Valentino myself, because I think this red would bring out his eyes more. What is your opinion Sabrina?
Sabrina: Yeah but it can't be too bright or too dark, we don't want him to look pasty. Speaking of pasty which part of the process is he in right now?
Rei: Well ma'am he is only in stage one so far " Waxing from the upper body".
Duke: So you do this often?
Hair Waxer: Yeah, okay put this in your mouth. And don't be nervous. This part should be will be more painful for you than it is for me.
Duke: Your not going to sever something... Are you seriously?
Hair Waxer: Hey the only thing that your going to encounter from me is pain and more pain. No shut up and hold still.
The object was unceremoniously placed in Duke's mouth. She then got him into position, and from the looks of it he didn't have a lot of back hair. She was glad for it, because it cut time in half for her. " All right here we go, and three two and ...
DUKE: MHMHMMHMHMHM
He tried alleviate the area by rubbing it, but she smacked his hand away. Finally she decided that she would handcuff his arms to either side of the chair legs. He struggled for a while, but it was pointless and so he prepared himself to sit through more torture.
Hair Waxer: You ready?
Duke muffled yeah and tensed up as the wax was quickly ripped across his back.
Hair Waxed: Don't worry a mere 2 more to go I swear, that of course is on your back. Your bikini lines, legs, and anal bleaching is completely another story.
Duke: What! OUCH! That one freaking hurt, and that was the second to last one right.
Hair removal: Yes relax that's right its the next to last one.
Duke: Okay, let me get ...OUCH!
Hair Waxer: Now moving on to that bikini line...
Back on Cobra Island an different type of make up was taking one of the cosmetic sorts. After twenty minutes of screaming and struggling, the doctor had finally decided to give Xamot lots of morphine and not allow him to suffer through the surgery. Cobra Commander had left a long time ago to get some rest for the upcoming battle with GI Joe. The Doctor has officially worked for what seemed like several days. Doing all the recommendations that were suggested were slowly taking its toll on him. He has not worked for three days straight before, and the new crew that they had just sent in had at least worked for 36 hours straight. He only had one last thing to do though and that was commonly know as a nose job.
Baroness: Well the DOC reports that he has only one thing left to do and that is a nose job. That's it. Anything else that I should alert him about?
Cobra Commander: No there is not. This is a Pageant not Miss Universe. Now how is the President's daughter coming along?
Baroness: She should be on her way to the hotel at this very moment. The competition is in another 5 days. How is he going to be healed up by then.
Cobra Commander: We'll apply the Regeneration Ray that will heal his swelling and bruises from this surgery in a matter of minutes. He'll still feel the pain yes, but no trace of surgery will be there.
Baroness: Well finally take care of that sniveling little bastard for once and for all.
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