Dancing Fools 5
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel, DC, or Sunbow Entertainment. I own Farrah/Persiana. Red Witch owns the Misfits. Dancing with the Stars belongs to ABC.
Chapter 3: Burning up the Dance Floor!
One Week Later…
Cyclops groaned,
"We are so doomed."
Diablos shrugged,
"Speaking from experience, it does get pretty wild around here."
Wolverine said,
"I heard they're a lot of cat-fights that break out."
Farrah chuckled,
"If you only knew."
Wanda laughed,
"Personally, though, you're cool to hang out with. A bit nutty, but cool."
Farrah innocently remarked,
"My mommy experimented on me and that's why I'm so screwed up."
Wanda grinned,
"I can't wait! Magneto is finally going to get what he deserves."
Beast said,
"I am curious as to seeing how successful these dances are going to be."
Farrah shrugged,
"Sure. I wonder though, if Persiana13 is ever going to let me and Diablos dance."
She eyed her boyfriend lustfully. Iceman winced,
"Dude, your girlfriend has impulse control issues."
Diablos glared at Iceman,
"Thanks for noticing."
The theme song for Dancing with the Stars played and Persiana13 entered in traditional tuxedo. Red Witch entered in scandalous red dress.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Dancing with the Stars: Misfits Edition! Tonight, the insanity really gets cranking as the Misfits compete for America's heart!
Red Witch smirked,
"That's right! The Misfits are crazy and insane! And this competition promises to bring the insanity to a whole new level!"
Cyclops groaned,
"Is that even possible?"
He got hit with a bean bag,
"OW! Son of a-."
He got hit again,
"OW! What the hell?"
Hey, shut up, up there in the peanut gallery. Now, in order to ensure order is established around here, anyone that has a problem with the show has two strikes. One, I shoot you with my bean bag gun, which I will hand over to Red Witch while I get my flaming crossbow.
The author handed over gun to Red Witch and loaded a flaming crossbow. Red Witch cheered,
"Yay! I got my bean bag gun."
She fired it at Jean, Tabitha, and Jubilee. Jean held her nose,
"OW!"
Tabitha exclaimed,
"That hurt!"
Jubilee wailed,
"WHY?"
Red Witch was excited,
"Neat! This is so cool! This'll go great with my taser!"
Gen. Hawk groaned,
"Oh, God, she's got the gun. We're doomed."
He got shot with a bean bag,
"OW!"
Now, that we have that demonstration out of the way, the second strike will be me releasing a one shot of an unlikely pairing in heated romance. And, as we all know, I keep them all safe.
Shipwreck cried out, off camera,
"You can't black mail us like this!"
Cool it, Shippy. I have a one shot of your daughter and Toad having hot, water sex, and I'm not afraid to release it!
The author showed Red Witch the story. Red Witch's eyes widened,
"Holy crap! I didn't Toad was THAT flexible! And since when can you do THAT with THAT, and THOSE, and THOSE!"
She looked at me, smirking,
"You are evil. I like that."
Diablos shook his head,
"I don't even want to know."
Well, anyway, our first couple of the evening is promising to be a real fire-starter. Let me introduce to you…Pyro and Magma! They will be dancing the salsa!
Pyro entered in appropriate salsa wear,
"I thought salsa was something you dip chips in."
Magma entered in revealing salsa dress and slapped Pyro upside the head,
"You idiot! It's a sexy dance!"
She then glared at the author,
"Why do I, a princess, have to dance with this, ugh, peasant?"
Because, if you don't, I have a one shot with you and Starla madly in love with each other.
Magma was horrified,
"YOU WOULDN'T!"
Starla shouted off camera,
"Are you, like, insane?"
Red Witch: Yes, yes we are, and proud of it.
Iceman grinned lecherously,
"I wouldn't mind seeing that."
Ray grinned,
"You said it."
Magma shrieked,
"YOU PERVERTS!"
She threw fireballs at both of them. Iceman and Ray ran out, screaming in pain.
Now that we have no more interruptions, let's get the dance started!
As Pyro and Magma began doing the salsa, both were trying to keep the sensuality of the dance alive, but, at the same time, Magma intensely disliked the feeling she is so close to Pyro. She tried to bear it as best she can. When the dance was over, the author said,
Moving performance, you two. Let's go to the judges.
Cobra Commander applauded,
"Not bad, not bad at all. I give…an eight!"
Emma Frost said,
"For you two, I thought I could not give a lot of credit, but you surprised me. A nine."
Magneto smirked,
"I had no idea Pyro was so talented a dancer. TEN!"
Red Witch nodded,
"27 points. Very good, indeed."
Magma taunted,
"HAH! I'd like to see you do better, Starla!"
Starla sneered off camera,
"Trust me; I am SO much better than you. From dancing, to being in bed with Roberto."
Magma turned into her fiery form,
"YOU DIE NOW, BITCH!"
She rushed off stage, a cat-fight breaking out.
I am so grateful I have these hidden cameras all over the place. Now, I can tape the cat-fights and put them on-line.
The author maniacally laughed, then got shot with the bean bag gun,
OW! What was that for?
Red Witch shrugged,
"Just felt like it."
Whatever. Well, when we return, another couple takes the stage. Who is it? I'm not telling. You'll just have to wait until after our commercial break.
Cyclops was frantic,
"He got sponsors for this insanity?"
A flaming crossbow bolt set him on fire,
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Pyro had a glassy-eyed stare,
"Pretty."
Next Chapter:
More dancing Insanity!