The sky was dark and grim, the oceans behind Ned, Jewnny and, Gyro caused quite the gentle breeze. The presidents broken hand caused him a great deal of pain. Jewnny on the other hand . . . lost his hand. See what I did there faggot? Blood was spilling quickly out from where his right hand once was, Jewnny shakily got up from his faggot ass fetal position. It was time to stand up and to stop being a bitch ass nigga jew. Jewnny's eyes darted towards the President, not wanting to lose his position in this battle. His breathing had gotten heavier due to his fatigue, It was bad to be this tired he had thought to himself. The president held onto his dismembered hand, thinking how could a couple of fucking dirty Jews can damage him this much. "You sneaky fucking Jews! Once I activate the power of this damn map, I'll be on top!" The president threatened the Jew Crew, as for some reason the power was not activated. Was there more to this than we thought?
Ned had already noticed this, nothing was happening. He had all the power in his hands however, nothing was happening. There was more to this. Gyro hopped onto his horse as he galloped towards the president for another attack although, before anything can happen. The president threw over an American flag over himself to switch his body with an alternate version of him. The president appeared behind Gyro, as all his wounds were gone, as his consciousness was transferred into a new host from another dimension. D4C appeared before Gyro attempted to chop downwards at him. Gyro retaliated by, trying to push the President away before his stand could make contact with him. The president presented the holy map in front of himself, as Gyro's hand reached and went inside of the piece of paper. Ned was fucking surprised, so was everyone else As Gyro pulled out his hand, a corpse emerged out from the paper, as the holy map disintegrated into nothing? It looked like.. The fucking Corpse of Jesus fucking H Christ. D4C's hand held onto Gyro's arm, as the Holy corpse merge with the president. As the true power of the holy parts could be activated. The map turned out to be the vessel of which the power was truly stored.
Bars of light shot out from underneath the ground, surrounding the president. These bars or beams of light around him would even possibly reach the high heavens. Gyro fought off D4C's grip, getting away from the mysterious bars of light that were now around the president. Jewnny spun one of his nails from the power of the spin technique, shooting a nail towards the president of the fucking united states. The nail phased through the bars of light as a distant farmer collapses with a bullet like wound on his head. "W-What the fucking frick happened?!" Jewnny gasped with confusion as, his attack was rendered useless. Was the president untouchable? The President started to laugh hysterically at the sky as the holy corpse had not rejected his resolve, but merged with his very being. "You see this you fucking cretins! [This Is America] Had finally activated. Now all misfortune that comes my way will be misdirected and rejected!" The President shouting, celebrating his preemptive victory towards the Jew crew.
Gyro looked towards Jewnny as he said, " This is your next and final lesson my friend. Focus your Jewish energy on the opponent, imagine him as a penny. and the full potential of the spin will create the perfect rotation, it'll be like every cell in his body will be picked with a penny. Just like this!"
Gyro winced as he pulled out his final copper ball from his belt, he had to make this one truly count. He closed his eyes for a moment as he imagined the fucking president was a penny that wanted to be picked up. A golden energy emitted from his copper ball as, he hurled the steel ball towards the President's fucking forehead. Before the ball reached the golden bars of light around the president, a mini green stand appeared out from the ball, prying the bars of light open. The mini stand out of the copper ball landed a few hard punched on the presidents forehead, his hairline started to fucking recede fucking hard. Man looked like a damn doofus. The president fell over from the force of Gyro's perfect spin.
Ned stood up and pulled out a fucking mini mirror, holding it to his face finding his receding fucking hairline. The presidents hairline was fucking behind his damn ears like damn nigga, Gyro dead-ass stole his hairline and shit. "That's fucking impossible!" The president whispered to himself, confused in how Gyro's copper ball could reach him. Ned threw the mirror at the ground in frustration, as his confident demeanor shifted to be more calculated. "Shit, Jewnny.. it looks like I failed to do the perfect penny picking spin." Gyro stated to his friend Jewnny. "No worries! Look at him, your copper ball got through to him, his hairline receded like a bald ass nigga!"
"How could you fucking piss niggas do this do my hairline! You'll pay quite dearly, Precisely $46.89 you fucking penny picking Jews!" The President fumed at the Jews who were responsible for fucking up his hairline. "That was just the beginning you-you bald nigga!" Jewnny warned the president as, he ran towards Ned with his Rust Act 3 active behind him. Jewnny made an attempt to use his stand to send a heavy punch onto the president. Rust Act 3's fist was utterly blocked by the bars of light surrounding the president. Ned Flanders used this opening to use his Diddily Deeds done for Free. Ned's stand landed a direct punch on his stomach, followed by a rush of punches that sent him flying for a moment. Jewnny landed quite hard not too far from Gyro all bloodied up. Gyro started to get nervous as he finally ran out of copper balls to use against the president, as Ned regained his confidence. Jewnny turned over on his stomach with his arms barely supporting him, peering over at his nervous Jewish buddy.
Gyro then drew out his pistol he had with him, thinking it was his final hope. Gyro pointed the pistol towards the presidents chest, beads of sweat making it down his face as he pointed his firearm at the president. Why am I so fucking nervous, he thought to himself. He had to remain calm and strong for his fellow Jewish friend, his shaky hands grew to become more steady. The president remained still, not moving a single inch. Gyro finally had the conviction to pull the trigger of his pistol.
-To be Continued-