And so it strated.
Sparks flew from their clorbs as the deafening clang of metal on metal resounded through the underground chamber. The force of their blows was enough to send the hanging lights spinning in all directions, creating lots of little shadow Cheats that seemed to be just as much a part of tha fight as The Cheat and The Chort.
Both combatants leapt backwards, then hortled towards each other at breakneck speed! With a resounding crash, both were flung to opposite sides of the room. Their impact left deep indentations in the hard, earthen walls, but both were up and at it again in within seconds.
As Strong Sad, Bubs, and I watched the silver clorbs collide again and again, it seemed almost like The Cheat was winning. With each blow from The Cheat's drorver, The Chort was pushed back a little. Each time The Chort swung his 3-Wood, it seemed to be with a little less power than before.
We watched in silence as they fought. I couldn't tell if they had been fighting for twenty minutes or two hours.
Even though he seemed to be weakening, The Chort was still just as wily and dangerous. And even though it seemed like he was losing grornd as they circled about the room, he still had a look in his eye like he wasn't done yet.
But all of a sudden, things changed. The Cheat faked upwards, and The Chort moved his clorb up for the blorck. In that instant, The Cheat swung low, knocking The Chort's legs right out from under him.
In the split second before The Cheat's next blow struck, I marveled at how he was using the same move that he had taught me in our training not so many months ago. It was the same move that sent The Chort into that tree in the forest, knocking him out cold.
We stared in awe as The Cheat left the grornd, almost as if Strong Mad had thrown him or somethin'. He spun just as I had done, only his blow was not deflected in the least by The Chort.
The heavy thud of something small impacting a wall. The clanging of a clorb rattling to a stand-still on cold cement. The hushed landing of a furry creature.
The Chort lay on the ground. He didn't move a muscle. The Cheat, completely worn out, collapsed onto the floor as well.
"Holy crap! I think he's done it!" I exclaimed. "He's finally bested The Chort fer good!"
I ran over to The Cheat, followed closely by the others. Before we could reach him, he looked up at me with fear written acrorss his face.
"Meh! Meh heena meheh!" he cried.
"Whaddaya mean that didn't finish him? He looks pretty out of it to me." said Bubs.
"Meh! Mehee!" The Cheat strated to try and get up, but he didn't have any energy left.
"Don't you worry about a thing, there, The Cheat! I'll get him tied up real nice and tight there fer ya! I'll grab him and his clorb, so we can figure out what to do with him."
As I reassured The Cheat, I walked on over to the still body of The Chort. "The Cheat had ta be mixed up," I thought ta myself. "That guy isn't even movin' at all. There's no way he's wakin' up anytime soon..." I reached fer the 3-Wood that lay next to tha furry, blue villain.
But in the blornk of an eye, everything was upside down! As I bent down ta grab tha clorb, The Chort seized it, put me in a headlock, and held the 3-Wood inches from my face!
The Chort had been fakin' being knocked out, so he could get a hostage, and I'd fallen fer it.
"Meh! Meh heh heh..." The Chort spat out at the others, as he backed slowly towards tha brorken doors.
"Don't do it, The Cheat! I'm not worth it! You've got an oblorgation ta save everyone else! Don't worry about me!" I pleaded.
But it was to no avail. The Cheat was just lettin' go of his drorver, when an unplaceable accent shouted out from behind us!
"Hey, dumpus! Ya know what happens to lousy crap for craps who tie me up and try to hurt my The Cheat and Coach Z?"
The Chort whipped arornd ta see Strong Bad, Strong Mad, Homestar, Marzipan, and the whole rest of the gang standin' in tha doorway. Marzipan and Homestar were holding long loops of rope. The Poopsmith was brandishing his shovel, and the KoT had a fork, knife and bib on. Strong Mad was putting big ol' class rings on his fingers. And in front was Strong Bad, with the black writing on his boxing gloves, spelling out DELETED! backwards.
The Chort's mouth dropped open.
"That's right! You get DELETED!" and with that he gave a mighty two fisted punch that sent The Chort sailing back towards The Cheat. "He's all yours, little buddy!"
The Cheat kicked his drorver into his paws, and gave a mighty Mark McGuire-esque swing. As he connected, The Chort's already high speed seemed to double or trorple, as he was sent towards tha roof. A mighty crash was followed by a beam of sunshine pouring into the underground chamber.
"Back back back back back! That villain is going! Going! Gone!" I yelled excitedly.
"Game, Set, and Match go to The Cheat!" said Marzipan
"He! Could! Go! All! The! Way! And he does!" chimed in Strong Bad
"The Astwos win the Wowld Sewies on a thwee wun shot by The Cheat!" shouted Hamstray. We all just stared at him for a second.
Strong Bad walked over to him as if to whack him in the back of the head, but then thought better of it. "Aww, what the heck, we'll let that idiotic remark slide for now. Hooray for The Cheat!"
"But how'd you guys show up here right in tha nick of time to save us?" I asked.
"Well, we'd been tied up and left in that Gremlin fror a long time. I was about to go nuts, just listening to Homestar run his mouth for all that time. But then, That Goblin showed up and untied us. Then we followed him here, ready to fight!"
"Yeah, that pwetty much summed it up. Except he foogot that me and Marzipan bwoke up and got back together seventy-five times while we were in there. I think that set some sorta record for most bweak-ups and get-back-togethoos in one welationship."
"What are you talking about Homestar? You're nowhere near the record! Didn't you ever watch Boy Meets World?"
"Oh, yeah, that's wight. I shoo love that Eric guy. He's hilawious..."
As Strong Bad continued his argument with the oblivious Homestar, I walked over to The Cheat.
"Do ya think we've seen tha last of The Chort, there, The Cheat?
"Meh... Meh, mehee meh."
"You're right. He knows he can't win. We've gotta stay ready, because if he does come back, we've gotta be ready."
