"Mordecai, Karaoke King!"
Rated T for language and such.
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Chapter 4
"I can't believe this..." Mordecai scowled at the fact that Rod would not be competing. It wasn't fair to him. Mordecai wanted a piece of him now.
"I know you wanna rip those crummy orange hands of his, but I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait..." Skips said to Mordecai, trying to prevent him from losing his cool.
"He's nothing but a pansy-waist. That guy!" Mordecai kept on raging. It was a good thing Margaret didn't notice him in this behavior. At least he was still himself when Margaret turned to him.
"Ok! Now it's time to start the competition. First up, he's a gumball machine with nads bigger than my bloody wife, give it up for Benson, as he will be singing "Moody Blue" by Elvis!
Benson was surprised that he was first.
"Okay, watch how a white man sings!" Benson exclaimed as he adjusted his carpet-like hairdo of Elvis.
"I can't wait to hear this..." Muscle Man replies as he sees Benson already in stage. Benson then grabs the microphone from Rod Sparrow's left wing, in which he takes a seat next to the judges.
"Hello, Cleveland! Uh-huh-huh!" Benson yelled in the microphone. Not one audience member even cheered, but instead they all laughed at his silly-ass haircut.
Benson was annoyed by this.
"You can forget all those Christmas cards I sent you!" Benson yelled angrily at his crew, which they didn't applaud at all.
"You know who else sends Christmas cards?" Muscle man told Benson loudly.
"Hit it, please!" Benson replied quickly to the judges, before Muscle Man can say those unsteady words of hers.
(Elvis Presley's "Moody Blue" plays.)
Benson:
Well, it's hard to be a gambler
Bettin' on the number
That changes ev'ry time
Well, you think you're gonna win
Think she's givin' in
A stranger's all you find
Yeah, it's hard to figure out
What she's all about
That she's a woman through and through
She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,
Everyone was shocked by his horrible singing so far. Except of giving a standing ovation from the fans. All they got was rioting.
"Oh, good man in the sky, kill me now!" a trucker yelled because of this horrible tragedy. Benson was still singing like a loon.
Mordecai and Rigby was somewhat dumbfounded, thinking that Benson was singing like the king himself.
Oh, Moody blue
Tell me am I gettin' through
I keep hangin' on
Try to learn the song
But I never do
Oh, Moody blue,
Tell me who I'm talkin' to
You're like the night and day
And it's hard to say
Which one is you.
"Oh...my god...he sings like a crappy banister!" Mordecai said, being appalled. Luckily, he felt the same way about Margaret. Benson's god-awful singing voice was making her cringe.
"Ack! This is horrible! Get his voice off of me!" Margaret yelled, wishing she would grow a new pair of headphones coming out of her ears to stop this madness.
Well, when Monday comes she's Tuesday,
When Tuesday comes she's Wednesday,
Through another day again
Her personality unwinds
Just like a ball of twine
On a spool that never ends
Just when I think I know her well
Her emotions reveal,
She's not the person that
I though I knew
She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,
To add insult to injury, Benson started shaking his butt in front of the thousands of fans who attended this event. His butt-shaking made people's eyes blind in embarrassment.
"My eyes! My eyes! Aaaaaaaah!" a spectator screamed before he realized that life was too short and left the auditorium like it was the frickin' end of the world.
Oh, Moody blue
Tell me am I gettin' through
I keep hangin' on
Try to learn the song
But I never do
Oh, Moody blue,
Tell me who I'm tal-
"Okay. Enough of the song." Roderick responded, finally putting an end to the misery that was Benson's performance.
"What! You don't interrupt me! I'm the star of this show!" Benson yelled at Rod like a drill sargeant combined with a banshee.
"No offense, star of the show, but your performance...made me want to drive a corkscrew through my own bloody head, therefore killing myself. With that said in mind. Judges, what did you think?"
(Judge's scores is a 6, 6, 6. Roderick's score is a 2.)
"2! That's all I get?" Benson yelled once again in anger because of the score.
"Benson, you got 2 is because you are doody. Next!"
"You know what? Screw your scores, screw this competition, and screw your mother! Literally! I quit!" Benson fumed as she smashes the microphone on the wood, therefore creating a hole in the stage.
Benson then tends to leave.
"You punk-wearing pansy!" Benson screamed angrily at Roderick once again before taking his seat.
"Man...sounds like someone blew something sucky out of his ass..." Roderick said to another judge before returning to face the audience. "...okay everyone, sorry for the piece-of-crap performance. We promise that everyone will get their money back. Okay, let's start with the second contestant. Give it up for the flabby nut with the man-boobs, Muscle Man!"
"Watch me destroy all of you in Karaoke! Who know who else would also destroy all of you in karaoke?" Muscle Man replied to the rest of the gang about that lame joke, but Mordecai just cut him off.
"Yeah, we all know, your mom..." Mordecai said, being stressed by his lame mom joke.
"Well trained...sensei!" he spoke once again as Muscle Man left for the stage.
As soon as Muscle Man got to the stage, he got on the microphone. The crowd cheered for him loudly.
"You know who else is ready to rock?" Muscle Man screamed on the mic. "MY MOM!"
"YOU'RE FIRED!" Benson screamed at Muscle Man, as he was already fed up with the lame joke.
(Quiet Riot's "Cum On Feel The Noize" plays.)
Muscle Man:
Come on feel the noise
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild!
Wild, wild, wild!
So you think I got an evil mind,
I'll tell you honey
I don't know why
I don't know why
So you think my singing's out of time,
it makes me money
I don't know why
I don't know why, anymore
Oh no
The crowd roared for his applause. Mordecai and Rigby was just flat out impressed.
"Damn...he's really good." Mordecai said being really flattered by his impressive singing talent.
So come on, feel the noise
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wil- AAAAH!
Muscle Man screamed as he fell on the hole that was made by Benson. Benson just laughed like crazy at that inappropriate antic, even though they never understood.
"You are a great guy!" Benson exclaimed as he was talking and pointing to the man upstairs.
Muscle Man screamed in agony.
"Aaaah! Ass cramp! Mommy!" Muscle Man cried as he was tended to paramedics. High-Five Ghost, his best friend, tended to him as well.
"I knew it, it's hypocracy! Hypocracy, I tell you!" High-Five Ghost said as he went with Muscle Man to a local hospital room.
Mordecai just gulped. Okay, he was a little frightened about getting on stage.
"Rigby...I don't wanna end up having serious ass cramps like Muscle Man. I'm a little nervous now..." Mordecai said straight to Rigby.
"I know...but don't quit on us. This could be your last shot...Don't let Margaret down..." Rigby told him in a tense way.
Mordecai continued to have second thoughts. Was this really worth it? What would Margaret do? Would she just leave him forever for Roderick Sparrow, that British jerk? Would she call him a failure if he never succeeded in life?
No. Now, wasn't the time to turn back now. He needed to do this for her. No embarrassing singing of Benson or no little injury made my Muscle Man wasn't gonna stop Mordecai from trying to win her heart by singing.
"Fine...I'll just have to hold on there for a little while..." Mordecai replied softly as he took his focus on to Margaret. His words to her far away were...
"I promise with all my heart and soul I will..." he thought to himself straight to Margaret as Mordecai waited for his opportunity to strike. It was until the right place and time that he can unleash his singing fury on the world, and for Roderick, to see...
Will Mordecai be next? Or somebody else? Read and review to find out. The next chapter will be something else!