Chapter 2, here we come. Enjoy the rest of the total fun that's to come in this, people, yes, aye
Cue the 'Rocky III' version of Gonna Fly Now (and on a repeated loop if necessary, haha)
At once, Rocky charged forward, and as soon as he was up to Mr Maclay immediately began how he had begun on Clubber Lang years ago, keeping his left arm up in a tight guard as his right arm launched some vicious but perfect jabs straight into the other man's face, then a left one followed, the whole audience, Adrian and Robert included, cheering and shouting and applauding mightily with every punch thrown by the Philadelphia boxing champion.
Mr Maclay had been taken completely by surprise at the speed and determination of the speed of which the Italian Stallion had just come at him with, and couldn't even defend himself as Rocky, making sure to keep a good distance betwen them as they moved around the ring, left arm still up in a tight guard, threw more successful right hand jabs to Maclay's face, ducking and easily avoiding an attempted right hook as the other man finally launched a move of his own, but failed. And again, Rocky continued to throw right jabs, with an occasional left one thrown in as well, Maclay unable to defend himself or make his own moves thanks to Rocky's expertise with his attacks and maintaining safe distance between them.
At last though, seeming to have had enough punishment from the boxer, Mr Maclay launched his own proper attacks, throwing some hooks which Rocky was expertly able to duck and avoid every time, Maclay backing him up against the ropes, but thankfully, after ducking another attack move, Rocky wove around him so that when he straightened up again, he had the other man in that position. Then he began his own offensive again, throwing right and left punches to Maclay's head and, when he could get to it past the other man's guard, chest, Maclay again unable to defend himself against Rocky's determination and expert moves, his ears deafened almost by the massive cheers from the entire ringside audience who were on their feet, urging him on.
But then Maclay recovered, punching out with his own hands and forcing Rocky backwards, but which again did absolutely nothing for him as Rocky ducked and avoided every attack, and then got Maclay up against the ropes again and resumed his own vicious blows to the other man's face and chest, before Maclay again forced him back with his own punches, but again were all avoided by Rocky, who then was able to once more land his own jab attacks to Maclay's face and chest, both men weaving around the ring, Rocky avoiding every attempted attack by the sloppy arrogant Maclay. And then finally, the bell sounded out, signalling the end of the last round, everyone cheering and chants of "Rocky. Rocky," echoing out.
"The champion rules the ring," Dr Robotnik proudly proclaimed as Rocky joined him in the corner where Mystique and Captain Jack awaited, while Maclay stomped over to his own, no one at all bothering to come over to him.
"You're doing great, Rocky old boy," Jack agreed with his own beaming smile, "You're showing this bastard exactly who he's dealing with."
"It ain't over yet, Robotnik, Harkness," Rocky reminded them as he drank some water, "Still gotta knock him down before it's really over. But I know what to do, I know how to take 'im out."
"That's the fighting spirit, champ," Robotnik said.
"I'm gonna kill you, Balboa, d'you hear me?" Mr Maclay shouted from where he was, "I'll get you in the next round. You're mine, you're mine."
"Bring it on, Maclay," Rocky countered back, "I'm ready for ya." And with that, the next round began, Mr Maclay making the first move this time as he charged forward, but again, being the champion and expert that he was, Rocky avoided and defended, throwing in his own left and right jabs to Maclay's face and chest while maintaining a safe distance from him.
But then, just as Clubber Lang had done, a wild expressioned Mr Maclay pushed Rocky up against the ropes and proceeded to viciously land punches to the Italian Stallion's' face, grabbing him when Rocky attempted to move away and launching him back against the ropes, getting in more punches and then grabbing hold of him in a lock, broken up when Dr Robotnik hurried forward and forced them apart.
"Come on, dad," Robert Balboa called anxiously from beside an equally the same mum Adrian, the audience booing and jeering Mr Maclay's actions.
"Come on. Come on, Balboa, I got you now," Mr Maclay challenged smugly, thinking it was true. And as Rocky came forward, Maclay threw another right hook which landed in Rocky's face, Maclay following it with more from both hands and again forcing Rocky back against the ropes as he continued to do so, Rocky not even throwing any of his own back.
"What're you doing, dad? Hold him off," a nerve racked Robert said, he and mum Adrian and the whole rest of the huge crowd, who were just as much in disbelief and suspence as the Balboa mother and son, unable to believe his father was allowing this bastard to beat him up like Clubber Lang had done in some of their final fight years ago.
"What's he doing?" Angel Coulby asked in equal concern from her position on Bradley James's lap.
"Don't worry, Angel, he knows what he's doing," Bradley assured her, knowing what Rocky's current game was.
"I hope so," Elyan, having overheard, said, as at last, Rocky managed to move himself away from the ropes, but was then floored when Mr Maclay landed three more brutal right hooks, the audience booing and screaming outrage at the other man's actions.
"You don't look so good now, Balboa, don't ya," Mr Maclay taunted as Rocky got back onto his feet, and charged in again, throwing in more right hooks, the fourth one flooring Rocky again.
"What's the matter, Balboa? Getting weak in the knees now, huh?" Maclay taunted further with a sick cackle, Rocky again pulling himself back up onto his feet.
"Why's he allowing him to best him so easily?" Anya asked with a shake of her head.
"Oh stop fretting yaself, vengeance demon darling," Spike answered, giving her a grin, "He ain't called the Italian Stallion, the victor over Misters Creed, Clubber and Drago, for nothing. Believe me, Rocko knows perfectly well what he is doing."
"I got you, Balboa, you're mine, and so is Tara," Mr Maclay continued to taunt so arrogantly, charging forward and throwing a left hook, then a second and third, Rocky bringing his hands up in a tight guard as he did so.
"You ain't getting her. You ain't getting her," Rocky now countered back with his own mockery, smiling to himself at the wild anger on Mr Maclay's face as the other man heard him, just as the bell rang again, signalling the end of the second round.
"She's mine, Balboa, she's my kin, and I'm taking her away just as easy as I'll do with you in no time," Mr Maclay shouted.
"You're wrong. I'll be throwing you away," Rocky shouted back as he made his way back to his corner, "And if you knock me down, Eliot will easily take my place."
"We'll see," Mr Maclay finished with as he stalked his way back to his own corner.
"Are you sure you know what the hell you're doing?" Mystique asked Rocky as he rejoined her, Robotnik and Captain Jack Harkness, gulping down some water.
"Of course I am, Mystique. It's how I took down Clubber Lang, and I'm using it here. I know what I'm doing," Rocky assured her, "Look at him. He's getting tired." Looking over to Mr Maclay, Robotnik, Mystique and Jack could see that Rocky was right. "I know what I'm doing, I swear, I know what I'm doing," Rocky furthered assured them.
"We don't doubt ya, champo," Dr Robotnik agreed, "Now go get him. Biff, bash, slash, stab, blast and slaughter ya way through him, that's the way to do it. Ya hear me? The B's and S's, let him feel it all."
"I hear you, Robotnik," Rocky nodded, and got back onto his feet, moving forward to once more face Mr Maclay.
"This is my round, Balboa," Maclay proclaimed in gloating triumph, "This is my round. I'm gonna take you this time. Tara is all mine after this, all mine."
"Then bring it on, asshole, give it to me, bring it all on," Rocky countered back, knowing exactly what he was doing, "You want Tara? You gotta go through me first. Take me out, she's all yours."
"Oh you bet your ass she is," Maclay jeered. And with that, Rocky blocked himself against a right hook from Maclay, and followed on with his own jab attacks again, into the head and chest they went as usual, but then moved back as Mr Maclay threw his own hooks, Rocky avoiding but felt his back rest against the ropes. Maclay used this opportunity to once again land vicious right hooks to the boxing champion's head, and then got one into the back as Rocky staggered forward, the force of the punch in the back spinning him round and against the ropes again, keeping his arms up in a tight guard to defend himself as Maclay came at him with yet more.
"Come on, come on, Maclay, what's the matter with you, huh?" Rocky taunted, getting the other man's anger and ego up as he defended against three more punches.
"He's getting himself killed," Katie McGrath remarked in great concern from her place on Colin Morgan's lap.
"Oh no no no, Rocky's not getting killed, he's getting him mad," Colin assured her with a triumphant grin, gesturing with a finger to show her what he meant.
"Come on. The whole world's watching, I'm gonna show 'em and lap this up," Mr Maclay said to Rocky.
"Then knock me out. Come on, knock me out, show what sorta man you are, come on," Rocky goaded, knowing not to fall to the bait and land his own, Maclay taking it and left hooking him, Rocky staggering back from the blow but recovering and straightening back up.
"Come on, harder. You can do better than that, come on, harder, hit me harder," Rocky goaded again, an even more riled up than ever Mr Maclay responding with more vicious power driven punches, the audience, along with Captain Jack and Mystique, all holding their breath and anticipation, dreading at what might happen.
"My mother hit harder than that, and she was a much better parent figure than you've ever been," Rocky continued to deliberately gloat and provoke Mr Maclay with, knowing what he had to do to best him, "Come on, the face. Hit me in the face, come on, give it ya best shot." Mr Maclay launched two big left hooks, which thankfully were blocked from hitting Rocky's head thanks to his guard being up.
"You want Tara right? Then come and get her, take me down, come on, you'll get her if ya do so," Rocky went on, moving around the ring and defending against or avoiding more right hooks from Mr Maclay, before then ending up once again against the ropes. Then he lunged forward with some hooks of his own, Maclay landing one to Rocky's head and trying more to the boxer's ribs, but was blocked by Rocky's arms in their guard position.
Then, as chant of "Rocky, Rocky" sounded out continuously again from the vast ringside crowd, it really became a full on free for all, both men attacking, defending and avoiding when they could, Rocky of course being the more expert at doing so, and at last managed a big move of his own as he grabbed Mr Maclay tightly in his right arm and used his free left one to land some blows to the other man's ribs, the cheers and chants amplifying with every punch he threw, everyone on their feet as Rocky let Mr Maclay go, but not giving him the chance to recover, landing punch after punch, hook after hook, in the man's face, chest and ribs as they moved around the ring, Rocky satisfied at seeing how utterly exhausted and bloodied Mr Maclay now was.
And it was clear Mr Maclay really was on his last legs, as apart from the occasional attempted hook, which Rocky as usual avoided with ease, he just couldn't defend himself against Rocky's attacks, Rocky then backing him up against the ropes and, as the audience now ran completely wild with their raucous, the Charlie's Angels lady trio of Natalie Cook, Dylan Sanders and Alex Munday bouncing up and down in their sheer joy, little Joshua shrieking happily as Tatsu and Max both threw him gently in the air and shared with catching him between them, landed blow after blow relentlessly, not letting up in the slightest, showing no mercy whatsoever towards Mr Maclay, ending it all with a powerful right hook.
"Come on, come on, Maclay," Rocky said as they moved away from the ropes, "What's the matter?" He threw a left hook, Mr Maclay now so exhausted he could no longer defend himself. "Tara's yours, remember?" Rocky continued with his taunting, landing another left hook, again not resisted. And then, at last, the fight was ended as Rocky landed a powerful right hook to Maclay's face, the other man crashing to the boxing ring floor and laying there, unconcious, chesting heaving, his whole upper body bruised black and blue, face bloodied, eyes swollen from the hits landed upon him by Rocky.
At once, the entire vast crowd all around the ring, except of course for old Richard Wilson, leapt to their feet, the hollering and cheers from them, Jack and Dr Robotnik, now so loud you could've sworn a bomb had gone off and caused the whole room to shake to its foundations, everyone hugging each other and leaping about everywhere in total jubilation.
Katie and Angel kissed Bradley and Colin furiously, the trio of Natalie, Dylan and Alex were all bouncing up and down in a way young schoolgirls would do. Max and Tatsu kissed each other long and hard and fussed over little Joshua, the tot boy laughing as they did so. The Sunnydale individuals themselves though were the most happiest of all, Willow and Tara embracing each other as tightly as they ever could, so much was their jubilation and knowledge that they would never ever be seperated from one another now.
Rocky himself leapt up, punching the air in triumph, and as he ran over to his corner for the last time, Adrian and Robert hurried over, massive smiles on their faces, never having doubted him once throughout the match, Rocky embracing them.
"I knew you had some sorta plan, dad, I just knew you would," Robert said jubilantly.
"Just like with Clubber Lang, huh?" Adrian put in.
Rocky nodded. "Just like with Clubber Lang," he confirmed delightedly, embracing his wife and son together again.
"The Italian Stallion, the Philly champo, reigns supreme again!" Dr Robotnik proclaimed as loudly as he could, Rocky punching the air in acknowledgment of it as the audience continued what they were doing in exultant triumph.
Finally, as everyone calmed down, Robotnik then announced in his usual happiness, "Time I reckon for a little celebration dance and sing-along."
"Oh, I think I know exactly what to give for that," Max, standing up, spoke. He looked to the African lad, his fellow Fanfiction author brother buddy OmniIBIBUltraInstinctGodzilla, "And YOU'RE the one to blame in all this, aren't ya, bro O, considering it is YOU who gave me the name of 'The Road to El Dorado', along with 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron' and 'Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas', the third of which I haven't had the chance to see yet but I damn well soon, at Christmas last year in the first place." Laughter from the groups from 'Merlin' and Sunnydale, along with the Charlie's Angels girl trio and Max's Irishman buddy Brainstorm Sorcerer, as well as Max and Omni themselves, followed after that, "And it ain't no secret of the fact that I am now constantly listening to said song all the time, I just LOVE it that much indeed."
"So, what exactly are you saying, brother F?" Omni asked curiously.
As Max took his phone out of his pocket and began searching on it for something, he looked to the Sunnydale group. "Now that we've witnessed our star Rocky settle what's been needed to be done with that asshole dad of yours, Tara..." Max said to her, smiling as he found what he wanted on his phone, "I think it's time for you and Willow to follow the trail."
"What trail?" Tara asked.
"The trail we blaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzze, young Maclay," Robotnik announced as dramatically and circus ringmaster style as ever, and suddenly, with a clap of his hands, he, Max and his fellow Fanfictoners, the 'Merlin' group apart from old Richard Wilson, Natalie, Dylan and Alex, Captain Jack and the Sunnydale members found themselves in a jungle. And at the same moment, Max pressed the screen of his phone, and the song of 'The Trail We Blaze' from 'The Road to El Dorado' movie began echoing all around them.
Tara and Willow's faces lit up. "NOW we get you," Willow said, as the first lyrics sounded out.
"Look out new world here we come. Brave, intrepid and then some."
"Well, come on, everyone, what're we waiting?" an even more super excited and bouncy Max announced, and with a forward gesture of his right arm and a loud "WOOHOOOOO" he was off at a fast run through the jungle. Immediately, everyone else was after him.
"Pioneers of maximum. Audacity whose resumes. Show that we are just the team. To live where others merely dream. Building up a head of steam. On the trail we blaze."
The crowd roared the next lyrics as loudly as their vocal drums would allow 'em, as they had an absolute whacker of a time, swinging through the trees on vines like Tarzan, running along branches, hopping stepping stones to cross streams and rivers or even leaping right over them in a single jump, Max and fellow Fanfiction buds Omni and Brainstorm Sorcerer at the forefront of it all with Willow and Tara right behind them, the rest of the women hand in hand with whoever applied to them. Dr Robotnik himself took great springing jumps from tree to tree, running alongside everyone who was on the branches, well into the full of it as much as they.
"Changing legend into fact. We shall ride into history. Turning myth into truth," everyone continued, "We shall surely gaze. On the sweet unfolding. Of an antique mystery. All will be revealed. On the trail we blaze."
"And ain't that a fact, eh, girls," Jack shouted to Tara and Willow with a massive smile as he Tarzan'ed past on a vine.
"Just like boys Tulio and Miguel," Max agreed as he slid down and along the wide butrous roots of a jungle.
"Absolutely," Natalie shrieked as she did the same, hand in hand with fellow Charlie's Angels girl figures Dylan and Alex.
"Hell yeah, brother Britain," Omni sounded in further support.
"Paradise is close at hand. Shangri-la the promised land," came the next lyrics, everyone not letting up on the absolute amount of fun they were having.
"But with much more bigger fun to it than just two, huh?" Gwaine shouted, as they all jumped and hopped step by step over the tops of some stone columns to the other side.
"Seventh heaven on demand. Quite unusual nowadays. Virgin vistas, undefiled. Minds and bodies running wild. In the man behold the child. On the trail we blaze."
"Though I wonder what our own El Dorado will be," Tara said as they now came to and made their way over a fallen tree spanning a deep canyon where a waterfall cascaded down into, the vast screen of frothing white water pouring down on their left.
"The trail we blaze. Is a road uncharted. Through terra incognita to a golden shrine. No place for the traveler. To be faint-hearted. We are part of the sumptuous grand design."
"Ah, don't you worry about that, Tara," Max answered as he lead the way at a hop, skip and leaping jump, everyone copying or doing their own separate moves as they followed him, all the way to the top of the waterfall.
"Changing legend into fact. We shall ride into history. Turning myth into truth. We shall surely gaze on the sweet unfolding. Of an antique mystery. All will be revealed. On the trail we blaze."
And the moment the lyrics ended, again with Max doing it first, everyone, yelling "WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO", Robotnik loudest of all, leaped, falling down and down towards the cauldron at the bottom of the waterfall and plunging into it. But a moment later, they found themselves in...
"Ah nice, home sweet home," Spike remarked, everyone seeing they were in Sunnydale's cemetery surroundings. But a second later, a massive grin bearing Robotnik threw off his trenchcoat and placed his hands on his hips, legs dancing as 'Cuban Pete' began playing in the background, Robotnik turning to Natalie.
"Would you care to join in with me, my dear Natalie?" he asked, continuing to dance, shaking his hips and legs perfectly.
"Hell yes, of course, my love Robotnik," Natalie answered with her own wide smile and laugh as she came over, taking hands with Robotnik as the rest began to feel their own hips moving.
"They call me Cuban Pete. I'm the king of the rumba beat. When I play the maracas I go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom," Robotnik began to bellow out, lapsing into his old character role of Stanley Ipkiss aka the Mask from the movie of the same name, Natalie moving in perfect synchronization with him as he danced, both of them shaking their booties as the rest did the same.
"Yessir, I'm Cuban Pete. I'm the craze of my native street. When I start to dance, Everything goes chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom." Robotnik sang on, he and Natalie doing a bodily bump with each other.
"The senoritas they sing and they swing with terampero- It's very nice, so full of spice," they now both sang together, Robotnik dancing one way to half of the group of individuals who were there, and Natalie going the other way to the rest, Robotnik kicking out his legs. "And when they dance in they bring a happy ring that era keros-," Robotnik and Natalie again shook their booties at that, before running back to each other. "Singin' a song, all the day long," and then sprung themselves into the air in massive jumps and landing on opposite sides of where they were moments before.
"So if you like the beat, take a lesson from Cuban Pete. And I'll teach you to chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom," Robotnik sang as he came over to Joyce and waved his hands in front of her face, the Summers' mother figure, to her surprise, finding herself singing and dancing too.
"He's really a modest guy, although he's the hottest guy. In Havana, in havana," she sang.
"Si, sinorita I know that you would like to chicky-boom-chick," Robotnik sang in agreement as he came up behind her, leading her to and up onto a stone grave, as now everyone else, a beaming faced Natalie leading with arms held high in the air, joined in on the performance with "It's very nice, so full of spice."
Robotnik and Joyce continued dancing, Robotnik singing out the next lyrics of "I'll place my hand on your hip, and if you will just give me your hand." Joyce slapped him twice on the face. "Then we shall try - just you and I. I-yi-yi!" Robotnik went on, holding Joyce's hand, and then letting her go, the Scoobie gang catching Joyce as she fell down and holding her up, the Summers' mumma looking blissful.
"So if you like the beat, take a lesson from Cuban Pete," Robotnik sang on, Natalie joining him again, "And I'll teach you chick-chicky-boom. Chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom." And now, together they lead everyone else in a line through the cemetery, everyone doing their own movements with arms, head, legs, whatever as they followed Robotnik and Natalie, until at last, with "Shake Your Booty, Daddy, Wow! See ya!", followed by a loud "Pow" and synchronised clap of the hands, Robotnik finished it.
"You just couldn't help yaself, could ya, Robotnik?" Dylan finally said herself with a laugh.
"Si, Senorita Dylan, my dear," Robotnik agreed as he retrieved his trenchcoat and put it back on. "But then..." he turned to Max, "When you're classed as the much better comedic acting figure than a certain old Beany-"
"Which is so true for me," Max agreed, "I'd rather watch and be collapsed into laughs by you than the unbearable ridiculousness of Rowan Atkinson."
"Even though he is one of us, a Brit, after all, Max?" Bradley James reminded, he and some of the rest, including Colin, Angel and Katie, chuckling at that.
"Anyway..." Robotnik said, and then with another single clap of his hands, and in a puff of smoke, the whole group found themselves in another location, this time in an open field where a long white carpet had been rolled out, leading up to a flower encased rectangular wedding arch. Waiting for them were the Balboas of Rocky and Adrian and Robert, Mystique, Richard Wilson, Eliot with guitar to hand, and of course Tatsu Yamashiro, still clad in her own wedding dress, with tot Joshua, he still in Bruce Lee tshirt and nappy, in her arms, as well as the girls who had been with the Fanfiction boys in the stadium earlier.
The moment the group appeared, Joshua's face lit up and he stretched his arms out, reaching for Max, Tatsu obliging by setting him gently down and allowing him and Max to run each other, Max scooping Joshua up and twirling him around, making him laugh before stopping and making a fuss of him as he went over and joined Tatsu. While Aragorn, Bl4ckHunter, Stand with Ward and Queen and OmniIBIBUltraInstinctGodzilla were joined again by their different girl pairs.
"What-" Tara began.
"It's time, my dear Rosenberg-Maclay lady couple, to see you complete the last step of the journey your biggest fans here..." Robotnik spoke, gesturing to the Fanfiction lads with his left arm as his right went behind his back, "...have only been able to have the pleasure of doing and making sure to happen in the beautiful full in their different works of writing creativity."
"If it hadn't've been for a certain fat abusive piece of meat on two legs..." Aragorn remarked, murmers of agreement and nods of understanding following as they knew just what and who he referred to.
"Like this." And with that, Robotnik's right hand came out from behind his back holding what looked Nora Darhk's Fairy Godmother wand, and, with as always a typical Jim Carrey grin he waved it in the direction of Tara and Willow, and in an explosion of blue and white sparkles, the girls both found themselves in the same beautiful sleeveless white wedding dresses as Tatsu, Angel and Katie themselves were, the members of their family gang now all smiling hugely.
"Mystro, please, my dear Eliot," Robotnik signalled to the 'Leverage' man standing in the gap of the wedding arch, who nodded, and began to strum his guitar. "This song is for you, dears," Robotnik added to Tara and Willow as Eliot started his song 'Thinking of You.'
"Well, I know they say all goods things. Must come to some kind of ending. We were so damn good, I guess we never stood a chance."
"And to think that I'd NEVER ever heard and listened this guy's unbelievable singing voice until I began doing 'Leverage' last year," Max said with a shake of his head.
Aragorn nodded. "It's what I've agreed upon when you've mentioned it in previous chats, Max dear bro," he agreed, the two chuckling at the words.
"Go on and find what you've been missin'. And when that highways tired of listenin'. You'll see I'm not that easy to forget," Eliot sang on.
"Would you love for me to do the honour, Willow?" Giles asked, coming to her side and holding out his arm.
"And when a new moon shines through your window. Or you hear a sad song on the radio. And you don't know why, but you just stop to cry."
"And me," Joyce offered additionally, she coming to Tara's side and doing the same offered gesture as Giles.
"Or you're driving 'round on a sunny day. And out of nowhere comes the pouring rain. And a memory hits you right out of the blue. That's just me thinking of you," Eliot continued, pausing for a few seconds in the singing as he strummed his guitar.
"Of course. Both of you," a smiling Willow accepted from the two adults.
"It'll be our pleasure," Tara furthered.
"I'm not gonna try to stop you. Doesn't mean that I don't want to. If I know you, you've already made up your mind," came the next lyrics from Eliot. And as he did so, while the 'Merlin' individuals, Buffy and the rest of the Scoobies, the Charlie's Angels girl trio, and the Fanfiction boys and their girls all joined their fellow stars on either side of the carpet, Giles and Joyce, with Robotnik and Captain Jack behind, began slowly and expertly leading Tara and Willow up it towards where Eliot waited.
"So go on and go if you're really leaving. Put a million miles between us. But you'll still feel me like I'm right there at your side."
"This song totally suits our girls, don't it," Xander said.
"Indeed it does," Anya agreed with him.
"And when a new moon shines through your window. Or you hear a sad song on the radio. And you don't know why, but you just stop to cry."
"And with exactly the right guy to deliver it, right, dad?" Robert asked Rocky.
The Italian Stallion nodded. "Indeed so, son," he agreed, Adrian doing the same.
"Or you're driving 'round on a sunny day. And out of nowhere comes the pouring rain. And a memory hits you right out of the blue," Eliot sang on, hand strumming his guitar as Tara and Willow, lead by Giles and Joyce approached him, "That's just me thinking of you. And I'm thinkin' about the road you're on. I'm thinkin' about you coming home. I'm wondering if you got your radio on."
"And us too," Buffy said, laughs following from everyone at that.
"And when you find your way to another town. And someone tries to lay you down. And a feelin' hits you right out of the blue," Eliot continued as the six on the carpet now stopped before him, and he finished the song with, "It's me thinking of you. It's just me thinking of you," strumming for a few more seconds before finally stopping, applause sounding out as soon as he did so.
"And here's a personal wedding surprise to you from us all, our beloved witch pair," Captain Jack said, and as everyone looked to him he turned round so that he faced back the other way, his right hand tapping away at his Vortex Manipulator, until then a hologram screen appeared in midair above the crowd, showing...
"No way!" Aragorn gasped aloud, immense surprise and joy coming over him at the sight of actor Billy Boyd, the actor of Peregrin Took aka Pippin in the amazingess of Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings film trilogy, on the screen.
"Tara and Willow," the man himself, sitting in what looked to be his home, began speaking, the girls' hands coming over their hearts as he did so, "It is a special day. Oh yes."
Jack turned to Aragorn, his own massive smile not faltering. "You can thank your fellow bud bro Max for this, young Aragorn," he told the Indian lad.
"Wedding, is it?" Billy Boyd asked, puffing out a breath from his mouth, "The wedding of the Sunnydale witches. I love it." He then gestured to himself with a finger, "It's me by the way. Billy Boyd. Pippin. Peregrin "Pippin" Took. And my little dog. Look." The camera, obviously one from a mobile phone, shifted so that it showed a curled up dog on a cushion. "Bobby Johnston," Billy Boyd introduced him, "Hi, Bob. Hey, Tara and Willow are getting married." The pooch however took no notice, even though his eye was open, the gathered crowd laughing.
"Tara and Willow," Billy Boyd addressed the girls again, "I just wanted to send you lots and lots of love today. I'm sorry I couldn't be there in person, but thankfully those who love you the most arranged with me this little video message release." That drew chuckles. "Now, Willow, let's take a moment just to realize what a lucky lucky woman you are..." Billy went on, his new words being spoken to the Rosenberg figure, "To have such a beautiful bride as Tara." Tears came to the two witches' eyes at that. "Can we, for a second, just think... Tara... Arwen... I mean, come on. Very alike." Now the girls began crying, Billy Boyd's words touching their very souls, their family gang, also with tears in their eyes, and others of the crowd, the Fanfiction boys among them, nodding in absolute agreement.
"Anyway, so much love for you two, what a lovely thing," Billy continued, "And here is the perfect song I know would be one of the crowning moments of your special night..."
And with that, in the same beautifully done flawless voice that he done so with in the third Lord of the Rings movie, Billy Boyd sang Pippin's song from there... "Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shape. Hope shall fail, all shall fade."
Tara and Willow's happy tears increased double at that, everyone else applauding, Aragorn himself looking to Max. "Thank you so much for this, my bro," he said.
"It's my pleasure, man," Max replied.
"I don't normally sing of all that, but I fancied it today, as it's a special night for you, Tara and Willow, the Sunnydale witches," Billy went on, smiling big himself, "I hope you have an amazing night. That's a song for going out on an adventure, and this is an adventure. You're off to spend your adventure together now. Lots of love to you both, and from a fool of a Took, bye-bye." And with a wave of the left hand from Billy, the hologram screen blinked out.
The moment it did so, Dr Robotnik, usual grin in place on face, turned to Tara and Willow. "And by all the power invested in me as who I am as one of the best comedic acting boy legends..." he addressed them, "I now pronounce you lovely gallies partners in love."
"You may now kiss," Eliot spoke up before Robotnik could say it himself. And as soon as the last word had been spoken, Willow wrapped her arms around her new and truly to be called forever her one and only true love, spun Tara around and dipped her backwards, kissing her now official wife full on the mouth, everyone, for the umpteenth whatever time, burst into mass applause and cheering, with a few unhesitant tears being shed once more by Buffy, Xander, Anya, Joyce and Giles, and even Spike himself couldn't hold back on his own happiness at seeing the two witches being bound in eternal love to one another.
"I love you so much," Willow said as she and Tara at last straightened up again and broke off their long kiss.
Tara took her beloved's face in her hands. "I love you. You, and only you," she gave in response, more tears being shed irresistibly as they once more kissed.
"But, uh, what about the matter which brought all this and us together in the first place?" Brainstorm Sorcerer finally spoke himself, referring to the big day's early events.
"Ah yes, very good of you to remind me there, young Irishman," Mystique replied, and raising her right arm snapped her fingers. A second later, eight men dressed from head to toe in black ninja outfits, their eyes the only thing that could be seen of their bodies, emerged from the darkness dragging four captives by the arms, two men to each of the four. They were Mr Maclay and Donny, the former still very much in the beaten up state he had been left in from the epic fight with Rocky, and the two young men who, along with Jonathan Levinson, would cause absolute trouble for Buffy and her gang in the year to come: Warren Mears and Andrew Wells.
As the ninjas threw the quartet down and stepped back, Max, still holding Joshua in his arms, and his fellow Fanfiction brothers now showing pure disgust on their faces, Dr Robotnik, rubbing his hands gleefully, stepped forward. "Hello, boys," he announced to them, "Did you miss me?"
"What the hell's going on? Who are you? What d'you want with us?" Warren demanded.
"I arranged this with the help of good old Robotnik," Max answered, left arm supporting Joshua, the toddler boy's own around his neck, hand in hand with Tatsu with his free hand, as he stepped forward. Aragorn, Omni, Bl4ckHunter, Stand with Ward and Brainstorm Sorcerer followed them, the disgust and hatred on their faces having not faded in the slightest.
"I've only finally been watching the huge enjoyment and fun of Buffy and her gang's show, as well as that of Angel and his group in LA, for the first time ever myself since October 2022, boys," Max told Warren and Andrew, ignorning the Maclay men for the moment, "But before I even began doing that, bro A here..." he gestured to his good friend from India, "...asked me to get doing the first of his two amazing Buffyverse/Tolkien universe crossover fics at the start of '22. And over the course of my reading of it, thanks to both him and also naughty, but is typical of my usual habit of wanting to do so every time, Wikipedia reading, I learned exactly who you two are."
"The things that you two and Jonathan do to make Buffy's life, and those of our beloved Scoobies, an absolute misery in season 6..." Aragorn went next, mouth twisting into a snarl almost alike that of Rocky's as he looked at Warren, "Especially YOU, you sad pathetic little fuckwit, when you cause our hearts and souls, and those of absolutely everyone else who grew to love her so much over the course of their viewing of the show, to shatter by causing Tara's death via stray bullet..." Gasps of absolute shock echoed out at that, and Willow pulled Tara to her at once, clutching hold of her very tightly indeed.
"And YOU..." Bl4ckHunter began himself, his own hatred driven disgust only increasing ten fold as he looked and pointed to Andrew... "...are nothing but a little cowardly spineless weasel trying to save your own sad sorry pathetic ass, and with little to no conscience whatsoever, as we damn well saw in season 6 when you joined the Trio and helped Warren cover up the murder of his girlfriend Katrina murder and had no problem with trying to frame Buffy for it and was more than happy to get away with it."
Now it was the turn of Eliot, the Balboas, the 'Merlin' gang and the Charlie's Angels girls to show their absolute disgust at the young Czech man's facts reveal, while Andrew and Warren themselves just expressed absolute confusion at what was being revealed to their ears.
"Plus, your redemption in season 7 of BTVS felt total unrealistic, since the only real reason you join the Scoobies is your fucking conscience eventually getting the better of you and trying to save your own slimy pathetic ass, but while you have your amuusing moments you're still an annoying prick," Bl4ckHunter went on, "Also, in BTVS episode 7x13, you're actually damn fucking happy to see Warren, when Willow's turned into him, which shows that he hadn't really changed much, and I'm pretty sure that in Angel episode 5x11, you're just putting words into Buffy's mouth and trying to drive a wedge between the Scoobies and Team Angel, when you tell Angel that no one from the Scooby Gang trusted him anymore after joining Wolfram & Hart, since at least Buffy and Willow would have given Angel the benefit of the doubt."
Gwaine shook his head and drew his sword. "I've a good mind to run you through right now," he vowed and took a step forward, but was stopped by Bradley, Gwaine, seeing the look on his trustworthy friend and fellow actor, nodding and staying where he was.
"Wouldn't surprise me if you had been working with the Senior Partners the whole time and were trying to put a wedge between the Scooby Gang and Angel. Frankly, you are nothing but the Buffyverse's version of the pathetic little loyal man servant to Voldemort in 'Harry Potter' Peter Pettigrew, and anyone actually liking you or defending your actions needs to get their brain examined," Bl4ckHunter at last finished.
"Just how am I gonna have to put up with the final two BTVS seasons, as well as 'Angel' seasons 3 and 4 themselves, considering what I've known full well for the last two years, since doing bro A's Buffyverse/Tolkien universe crossover fic pair, and again thanks to reading up on them on Wikipedia, about what happens in them?" Max remarked, Tatsu squeezing his hand.
"I'll help you through it, my love," she told him gently.
"For all of that, concerning your future irredeemable sins, laddies, and for what you two, Maclay papa and sonny boy, tried to do with dear young Tara..." Robotnik spoke again, addressing the four captives on the ground before him and gesturing briefly to the witch girl, "You will all be sentenced to eternal torment and hell."
"Wait, what?" Andrew exclaimed.
"In exile," Robotnik went on with a sneer.
"Exile?!" Donny gasped.
"You will be sent far far away to where we know you will never be able to do anymore harm here ever again," Max said himself, "And will remain there for as long as we deem absolutely necessary for you four."
"But you... you can't condemn us to exile in Hell," Mr Maclay, despite the pain he was still feeling from the absolute battering he had taken from Rocky, at last spoke, "If anyone deserves to be there, it's our pathetic blood kin daughter."
"Your appearances also will change, and that is part of the sentence," Stand with Ward himself at last said, in a matter of fact voice.
"You can't just change what we look like!" Donny roared.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter," Max replied, "The decision will be taken for you all."
"No. You can't do this to us," Andrew pleaded pathetically, "Me and Warren can change, we don't have to do what you've revealed we apparently do. Besides, people on Earth attach a..." But then suddenly, Andrew felt himself starting to lose function and the ability to talk from his mouth, and he, Warren, Mr Maclay and Donny, to their great shock, found themselves fading away, everything and everyone around them being replaced by nothing but blackness, "...very great deal of... importance to... Ah! What's happening?"
Now, there was nothing but absolute blackness around the four men, and they now felt themselves beginning to fall down and down, around and around, while at the same time pain began building up in their faces. "Aaaah...!" Mr Maclay gasped.
"What's hap... What's happened?" Warren cried out.
"The time has come for you to change your appearances, boys, and begin your exile," Robotnik's voice came from nowhere, somewhere, speaking normally, and then there was nothing.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Donny demanded, as the four of them continued to fall and spin through the vast blackness of wherever they were, totally unable to see anything in front of them.
"No, I... I refuse to be treated in..." Mr Maclay began, then stopped as the pain in his face increased and his hands came up to clutch it tightly, the other three reacting the same, "What're you doing?"
"Aaaaah!" the four men all gasped, their faces so painful now as something began happening to them.
"Stop. You're making me giddy," Andrew pleaded, hands covering his face, but to absolutely no avail.
"No. You can't do this to us," Warren shouted, as they fell and spun faster and faster, down and down, through the eternal blackness towards god knows where they would eventually end up, Warren's continued cries of "No, no... No, no, no, no, no, no! No, no, no, no..." echoing out as they did so.
And hey presto, folks, finally, after almost a week's hard backbreaking work, tomorrow's celebration piece for me and bro Aragorn's now half a decade long friendship is up and finished, hope you all enjoyed yourselves VERY much with this, yeehah.
Obviously, the main event was of course the bastard fucker Mr Maclay getting his arse absolutely destroyed by the great Sly Stallone boxer star icon of Rocky Balboa, the helping source being Buffy episode 5x06 itself, but I've also used, so irresistibly in the end, a few other elements from whichever of my favourite films and TV shows.
With the swinging and dancing through the jungle parts with all of us singing 'The Trail We Blaze' song, if anyone of my FF bros who reads this celebration piece hasn't at all seen 'The Road to El Dorado' movie, then my god you've GOTTA do so, you'd absolutely LOVE it. And of course, I've YOU, brother Omni, to thank for giving me it, as well as 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron' which I said as having made my Christmas Day 2023 watch, AND 'Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas' (that one I ain't yet seen, but I damn well am gonna do so at last) the names of at Christmas gone, and WHY THE FUCK all three of them were so underrated by fucking critics I DON'T wanna know, and brother Brainstorm, in when he's been able to get back to me, has spoken so highly about 'Spirit' and 'The Road to El Dorado' himself too, 'The Trail We Blaze' song TRTED I just can't stop listening to constantly, hahaha.
With the Cuban Pete part from Jim Carrey's 90s comedic masterpiece of 'The Mask', ever since I first finally saw and immensely loved the absolute enjoyment of the two 'Charlie's Angels' films from 2000 and '03- the pair's lady stars of Natalie Cook/Cameron Diaz, Dylan Sanders/Drew Barrymore and Alex Munday/Lucy Liu are EVERYTHING ya could need for girly crushes if ya wanna go kick some arse and blow a few buildings up along the way, LOL LOL LOL- last year, plus that Cameron and Jim Carrey are of course in 'The Mask' together, I've been thinking so irresistibly of a little fun crossover idea where Carrey's character from there Stanley Ipkiss/the Mask himself would turn up in 'Charlie's Angels' and do his Cuban Pete performance, well now, I HAVE done EXACTLY that of sorts at last here, HAHAHA.
With the wedding scenes between our much loved Sunnydale witch gals of Tara and Willow, well, I hope that YOU in particular, brother and King of all Aragorn dear chap, IMMENSELY loved what I did there with featuring old Billy Boyd aka of course our Hobbit chap Pippin from LOTR, as that was my own little irresistible in the end surprise for you, my man. If you'd like to know its source, well, I won't hold back, so here it is for ya: a little Youtube video titled 'The Two Tuggles- A Lord of the Rings Themed Wedding (Official Video)', where this couple Garrett and Kristen Tuggle married on May 1st, 2021, so was during when damn COVID was still pretty dominant for us all, with a LOTR themed wedding, and they had a wonderful surprise congratulatory video message from old Pippin/Billy Boyd himself.
And finally, with what I did with not only the Maclay father and son fuckers, but also the two pricks of Warren and Andrew- what I had my character self about BTVS seasons 6 and 7 and 'Angel' seasons 3 and 4 is absolutely true, fellow brothers, HOW am I gonna have to put myself through watching 'em for real when I've known for such a long time already fully well what happens in 'em, huh? Hence, I corrected at least ONE thing about them, by getting rid of the two pathetic little fuckwits, I just couldn't resist borrowing your words from your profile page about Andrew, bud from Czechoslovakia Bl4ckHunter, they're just so perfect indeed-, well, if anyone's see Classic Doctor Who, in particular the very very last scene of Patrick Troughton's Doctor when he's sent into exile on Earth by his own people the Time Lords in part ten of his final episode 'The War Games', THAT is where it comes from, when you see the Doctor spinning away through a dark void to begin his exile on 20th century Earth. Again, it was just too perfect an oppotunity to not miss out on here with me, yes, aye.
So, time now for me to have a much needed rest for a bit after working on this backbreakingly for almost a week in time for tomorrow, enjoy some media watching before I return with a new update, that being and intended to be the next chapter to my Narnia/'Merlin' adventure 'The Chronicles of Camelot', which I'll do my damn best to have up soon hopefully, depending of course on how much real life gets in my way first obviously, but NOT more months in the making and waiting, I promise that. Until then, adios amigos, from Max/Flashraven