Following the raw fuckrage and turbulence which roared out of the impressive magnetic fuckstorm of hail and thunder, The Shaquille O'Neill and his gang of survivors have reached a hideout in a local Home Depot after Lightning McQueen had driven inside of the large orange building after his body had been pelted with hail after escaping from the vile jaws of the massive Skibidi Toilet.
They had taken refuge under the protection of the Home Depot, desperately sheltering themselves amongst the hail which ruled this stretch of land, to tread upon the shitty weather was to kill oneself.
But little did they know of the threat that loomed amongst the Home Depot as another group of brethren had claimed this motherfucking store as their own and they were eager to kick everyone the fuck out and immaculately slay the fuck out of them if they weren't careful.
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Gunshots rang violently throughout the Home Depot with elfin fervor, whizzing across the air and nearly hitting the Great Shaquille O'Neill himself, he dove underneath a metallic door at the Home Depot, questioning on whatever the fuck was going on in this motherfucking place.
Reacting quickly, Shaquille O'Neill dove to the ground, narrowly avoiding the bullet that had been aimed at his large head as his massive nanomachine-infused frame crashed against the hard concrete floor of the Home Depot as he instinctively reached for his own weapon... his motherfucking chair of the Gods.
"Man, what the fuck was that?!"he bellowed with raw aggression, his voice booming through the warehouse as he scanned the area for any signs of danger... he yelled at his comrades to find barricades in what was shaping up to be a fucked-up gunfight to the death.
Reacting swiftly to the incoming barrage of bullets, the Shaquille O'Neill exited from his hiding spot and with the raw dexterity and precision of 1000 suns, he expertly used his massive godly chair as a shield, deflecting the bullets with precision and skill which rivaled even the strongest of warriors from the soldiers of the Gods. The loud clang of metal echoed through the warehouse as the bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the sturdy surface of this godly chair which had been bestowed upon him by some sort of unforseen forces for no other reason that because it happened as for some reason or another, NASA decided that the most powerful and durable metal in the entire multi-verse was to be used for a motherfucking chair to sustain the strength of the Shaquille O'Neill and for some reason, none of them thought to make ARMOR out of Vibranium.
"Everyone, take cover... this crack-headed muthafucka shootin' bullets out of his ass!" Shaq shouted, his deep voice cutting through the chaos that roared in the Home Depot. "We've got ourselves a shootout!"
Shaq yelled this loudly as he deflected bullets with his godly chair made out of vibranium, no bullet could dare penetrate past this impenetrable chair which smashed the bullets into pieces as they came into contact with the chair.
Stocking Anarchy and Kobayashi Rindou quickly sought cover behind large shelves which were stackeded with tools, peeking out cautiously to assess the situation, Mika Jougasaki moved swiftly and stealthily, using her agility to dodge behind a stack of wooden boards where she could hide from this motherfucker, Lightning McQueen revved his engine as he began to drive off somewhere isolated where he could access the situation and to see who this motherfucker was.
Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu crouched low behind a large display of air conditioners, their hearts racing with fear as they tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible as this raw barrage of fuckbullets dared to end their stories early.
The assailant continued firing with elfin fervor, their bullets firing in random and spontaneous directions akin to a stormtrooper and eventually, this motherfucking piece of fuck decided to reveal himself or rather... his group.
"Muthafucka, get off our god-damn property you fucking ding dongs."
The voice was none other than Mr. Big Chest himself, Antonio Brown... the all-time DIVA of Wide Receivers and the annoying fuckhead who seemingly always got his ass into trouble and now that society and laws were no more, Antonio Brown had gone raw with fuckrage and was crazy as usual.
As the chaotic scene unfolded in the Home Depot, the unexpected reveal of Antonio Brown as the annoying ass motherfucker who was shooting at them caught the group off guard. Shaquille O'Neal's chair continued to deflect the incoming bullets with unwavering strength, but the tension in the warehouse escalated exponentially to the highest degree with the arrival of the notorious football player, this son of a bitch retired himself.
Antonio Brown stepped out from his cover, his face contorted with a mixture of arrogance and madness, he scoffed and his face laced with arrogance and disgust, "Muthafucka, get off our god-damn property you fucking ding dongs," he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse... he was accompanied by an aged-up Caillou, The Cowardly Lion and Minoru Mineta.
Shaq narrowed his eyes, maintaining his defensive stance with the vibranium chair as he anticipated for this unhinged ex-NFL wide reciever to shoot at any motherfucking moment. "Antonio Brown, you crazy son of a bitch," Shaq retorted, his deep voice resonating with authority. "What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be like banging some chicks and smoking weed or some shit like that, what the fuck are you doing here?!"
Meanwhile, Stocking Anarchy and Kobayashi Rindou exchanged wary glances from behind their cover, ready to react at a moment's notice. Mika Jougasaki remained hidden behind the stack of wooden boards, her eyes fixed on the unfolding confrontation between Shaquille O'Neill and Antonio Brown.
Lightning McQueen revved his engine, preparing to assist his comrades if needed, while Ruiko Saten and Kazari Uiharu remained concealed behind the display, their hearts pounding with adrenaline which filled their hearts, the elfin fuckrage pumping through their arteries and veins.
Antonio Brown's wild and unhinged demeanor hinted at trouble ahead as he sways around drunkenly and the group braced themselves for whatever madness he might unleash next,the hail continued to pound thefuck out of the roof of the warehouse, adding to the chaotic atmosphere inside which threatens to cause hearts to explode.
"Antonio, put down the damn gun and let's talk this shit out, like adults." Shaq called out, his tone firm but measured. "There's no need for this insanity."
But Antonio Brown's gaze remained defiant, his finger poised on the trigger as he glared at Shaq and the others, he commanded at Caillou, The Cowardly Lion and that grape motherfucker Minoru Mineta.
"We gonna kill these muthafuckas."
The tension in the air was being filled with raw fuckrage as Antonio Brown's words hung heavily in the warehouse, his volatile energy sending shivers down the spines of Shaq and his gang... giving them tingling sensations in their spines as they prepared for war with these fucks... The situation had escalated from a simple shootout to a motherfucking war... but Shaq wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to cause war so he gave out hope that maybe this crazy-ass motherfucker would put down the gun and that they could ride out the storm in piece for once.
"Antonio, you don't wanna do this brotha," Shaq warned, his voice steady with maturity despite the adrenaline and elfin fervor coursing through his veins. "Put the gun down and let's talk this out. We don't have to resort to violence like motherfucking children."
But Antonio Brown only sneered in response, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity as he tightened his grip on the firearm... his colon churned in disgust at the words spoken by Shaq... "Fuck you, Shaq. You think you can come in here and fuck with us? We run this shit now. And ain't nobody gonna stop us... DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!"
With those words out of the way, Antonio Brown, Caillou, The Cowardly Lion and Minoru Mineta begin firing upon Shaq who dives underneath some massive AC vents and the war had begun between these two squads.
The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status
Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Recovered from Mild Concussion
Stocking Anarchy - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status
Mika Jougasaki - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status
Ruiko Saten - No Weapon - Healthy Status
Kazari Uiharu - No Weapon - Healthy Status
Shaquille O'Neill - The Chair of the Gods - Healthy Status
Lightning McQueen - Himself - Recovered from low gas
Location - Home Depot in the middle of nowhere, Texas
Group Name - Rindou & Company
"God Damn... this shit is fucking annoying, I'd rather have sex with that guy I found in the bar that one time... that motherfucker couldn't even last two fucking minutes... fuckin' scrub."
Kobayashi Rindou spoke bitterly as she and Stocking began returning fire upon these assailant fuckheads with elfin fervor, the raw adrenaline which pulsated through their veins filled them with determination, fuckrage, fury and elfin fervor... they were firing from behind the shelves which carried various heavy objects and were therefore made out of metal, they used them as barracades as they try to take this group by surprise but currently to no avail.
"Damn look at dat ass though Caillou, did you see that thicc ass of that red-headed chick... I suppose I could help myself to her once we conquer their little group."
The grape fuck, Minoru Mineta spoke with a perverted smirk as he talked to a now adult Caillou who looked like Jeff Bezos but without the money and also more muscular compared to Jeff, too bad that this annoying motherfucker was annoying so the following scene suits him pretty well.
"Die... you fuckin' pervert, don't talk like that."
Stocking had shot Minoru Mineta through the head, his body spewing blood like a garden hose as he screams in pain, his yells filling the Home Depot with the sounds of his chicken-screeching death noises.
As the chaos unfolded in the Home Depot, Kobayashi Rindou and Stocking maintained their focus on the remaining assailants who were probably more competant compared to Mineta, Stocking's swift and decisive action against Minoru Mineta had momentarily stunned the attackers who were no longer in a group and had now spread out and begun firing with more caution after seeing the gruesome demise of Minoru Mineta.
"Get it together, assholes! We can't let these bitches take us down!" shouted Antonio Brown with angry fuckrage, trying to rally the group, "Quit being a bunch of fucking pussies and murder these motherfuckers!"
Antonio Brown was livid, he was now yelling at his comrades to attack Shaq's group... but the Shaq was clever and he had made sure to draw attention to himself by blocking Antonio Brown's bullets with his vibranium infused chair...
"Good job motherfuckers, where the fuck are Uiharu and Saten at?!" Shaq bellowed as he could sense the angry fuckrage pulsating through the veins of Antonio Brown, he knew that Uiharu wasn't very good at fighting and that Saten was overprotective of Uiharu... so he was exercising caution.
"Uiharu and Saten are safe, Shaq... they're just hiding like a bunch of sissies..." Rindou replied, her voice was filled with annoyance and stress at this shitty situation involving Mr. Big Chest... "They don't have any weapons so its best for them to hide regardless."
Stocking nodded in agreement as she began to fire her own shots upon Antonio Brown and his group of motherfuckers, "Let's show these assholes what happens when they mess with us... I'm gonna give that crazy-ass motherfucker a nice lesson."
Uiharu and Ruiko were standing near some slabs of wood, Antonio Brown and his group had done the foolish mistake of neglecting these two because while they were cowardly and unarmed... things could always change.
"Uiharu... we have to do something, we can't just let our teammates fight for us... we need to hold our own weight at some point."
Uiharu exchanged a nod of agreement as she began to pick up some metallic beams they found near the stacks of wood they usually had in the back, but the question was when they could receive the opening to actually use these motherfucking devices of destruction upon AB's group for the great group of Antonio Brown was armed to the teeth with guns and swords which were filled with teeth and holes, they were merely the wounds of battle which came from gunfire and splattering heads asunder.
The unholy voice of Caillou roared across the Home Depot as he spoke to Antonio Brown, his bald head had remained throughout the years as the once cancer-filled child had survived and risen to become part of AB's crew.
"Damn AB we got some baddies firing at us, what the fuck do I do?!" Caillou the Bald said, his voice cold and unfeeling, "I am but your pawn, master Antonio Brown..."
Caillou bowed and knelt before his master, the man who had raised and took him into his gang after Caillou had fallen into Antonio Brown's group, he showed his utter subservience to Antonio Brown by kneeling before his CTE-filled king.
"Caillou... we need to fuck those bitches up, especially that annoying goth one... the one with those big milkies."
Antonio Brown whispered into Caillou's ear, Caillou being his most competent underling under his rule, for The Cowardly Lion and the now dead Minoru Mineta were incompetent and worthless to him...
"A-Antonio Brown... w-what the f-fuck do I do?" The Cowardly Lion spoke timidly, his awkward and gangly height stood out amongst these group of fuckheads, but his utter cowardice made him a useless pile of fuck.
"Flank those motherfucking baddies, I'm gonna need all you fuckers to start doing shit you fucking pussies! I'm carrying y'alls fuckin' asses and y'all need to carry your fucking weight you motherfucking pieces of fucking dogshit!" Antonio Brown spoke with an unhinged tone which was filed with carnal desire and a raw sense of anger which pulsated through his veins with raw fuckfury... threatening to spill out of his body through his mouth and nose, a symbolic reminder of all that angered him... for he was Mr. Big Chest himself.
Caillou gulped nervously, feeling the weight of Antonio Brown's expectations bearing down on him. Despite his own fears and insecurities, he knew he had to obey. With a shaky nod, he glanced at The Cowardly Lion, who cowered under Antonio Brown's furious gaze.
"Come on, Lion, we gotta do what he says," Caillou muttered, his voice trembling. "Let's flank 'em like he said."
The Cowardly Lion nodded weakly, his eyes wide with fear which came from his sheer cowardice, together did these Antonio Brown-led soldiers crept along the edge of the aisle, trying to remain unnoticed as they sought a strategic position from which to attack the Stocking Anarchy, better known as the goth chick with the big milkies according to Caillou The Bald One.
Meanwhile, Antonio Brown seethed with frustration which could only be reached during a battle against an unruly printer... his anger simmering out of his every pore, he watched as the group of Shaquille O'Neill had regrouped and had perfect and immaculate position over his scrub squad of bums... Mr. Big Chest roared in anger
"Fuckin' pussies think they can take me down? I'll show 'em who's boss, Dem crackas can't take down da KANG!" Antonio Brown muttered to himself, his grip tightening on his weapon as he tilts his gun to the side.
With a feral growl which rivaled that of a Siberian tiger, he signaled to his remaining allies, urging them to follow his lead with obedience, they moved with a renewed sense of purpose, their determination fueled by Antonio Brown's raw fury which filled their colons and stomachs with heartburn and raw anger.
Caillou The Bald One and The Cowardly Lion positioned themselves behind a stack of lumber which towers over their heads, their hearts pounding in their chests which threatens to bust out of their bodies like the earliest dreams of many... they exchanged numerous nervous glances, each silently hoping that they wouldn't fuck this shit up... they had to do it for their great master, Antonio Brown... Mr. Big Chest
"Okay, Lion, we gotta do this this broski," Caillou whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the ongoing skirmish between Antonio Brown and Shaquille O'Neill. "On my count, we'll jump out and surprise that goth chick... look, she's drinking some damn tea or some shit."
The Cowardly Lion nodded nervously, his hands trembling as he clutched his weapon tightly while picking his nose... Together, they waited for the perfect moment to strike, their nerves stretched taut like a bowstring wraught from hell.
And then with a deep breath, Caillou counted silently in his head as the Cowardly Lion began to speak like an idiot, " With a knuck! And a ruck! And a fuck! And a f-fuck!"
"Three... two... one..."
With a yell which bellowed across the raw fuckscape of Home Depot, Caillou and The Cowardly Lion leaped out from their hiding spot, their weapons raised high and ready to murder the fuck out of THE Stocking Anarchy... but before they could even take aim, they were met with a barrage of gunfire from Shaq's group... Stocking had ambushed them as she stuck her gun right into the mouths of Caillou and The Cowardly Lion, she was Dual-Wielding now and with a look of raw superiority on her face, the Stocking Anarchy then lets out some words for the two of them... this former angel who had been kicked out of heaven was to deliver the raw justice that serve the two of them.
"REPENT MOTHERFUCKER!"
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Caught off guard and outnumbered, Caillou and The Cowardly Lion stood no chance as Stocking filled their bodies with lead and holes from all parts of their bodies... they fell to the ground, their bodies riddled with bullets, their screams lost amidst the chaos of battle, the raw firepower coming out of Stocking's dual-wielded pistols overpowered their screams which all could hear, but nobody could share.
Antonio Brown watched in horror as his comrades were cut down before his eyes, though instead of Despair... he was filled with anger which entered his heart, damn those useless pawns.
Antonio Brown's fury reached a boiling point as he watched his allies crumble before the onslaught of Shaq's group and with a primal roar, he slammed his hand against the ground, the impact echoing through the chaos of battle... before he slammed his head against the wall like an unhinged psychopath...
"You worthless pieces of trash!" Antonio Brown bellowed, his voice laced with raw anger and frustration. "I'll handle this myself you fuckin' worthless pawns!"
Ignoring the chaos around him, Antonio Brown charged forward, his eyes fixed on Shaq and his remaining allies, Mr. Big Chest pulled out his greatest creation, his gatling dick which came from his machine-infused loins... he pulled out his gatling dick and began firing upon Shaq's crew who all hid behind their respective positions as the enraged and pissed-off ex-NFL wide receiver fired upon this group of American Patriots which was led by the great Shaquille O'Neill.
"DIE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE...! I'M GONNA KILL ALL YOU FUCKS GAWD-FUCKIN' DAMMIT!"
Antonio Brown spoke with an unhinged tone, this whack-ass son of a bitch was gonna fight them all by himself with nothing more than his gatling crotch which he had made himself after surgery.
The scene was chaos incarnate as Antonio Brown, consumed by rage and wielding his grotesque penis weapon, unleashed a torrent of bullets upon Shaq's group with the deafening roar of his gatling dick filling the air, drowning out all other sounds as it spat forth a relentless barrage of destruction as he held his penis-gun.
Shaq's group scrambled for cover from the fuckrage of Antonio Brown, their faces contorted with shock and horror at the sight of Antonio Brown's unhinged fury. Stocking, her dual-wielded pistols blazing with raw fuckfury, returned fire with deadly accuracy, but even she struggled to keep up with the onslaught that roared upon this group... this was surely a sight to behold to say the least.
Rindou and Mika Jougasaki exchanged a glance, their expressions grim with fear at this feral display of fuckrage while Lightning McQueen revved his engine, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice... though he spent the vast majority of his time recovering from the bruises he had accumulated during the drive through the massive hail-storm. But despite their resolve, they knew that facing Antonio Brown and his monstrous weapon head-on would be suicide unless they could snipe that unhinged son-of-a-bitch.
"Fuckin' hell... this guy wouldn't seem like a bad fuck if he wasn't fucking insane and didn't have that gatling dick, last thing I would want is for my ass to get filled with lead from an accidental discharge..." Rindou shouted over the cacophony of gunfire, her voice barely audible above the chaos.
Shaq nodded, his brow furrowed with annoyance, "Rindou, please... can you not talk about sex for one gawd-damn second for fucks sake?"
As Antonio Brown continued his relentless assault, Shaq's group moved with caution which was a direct result of their raw fear of Antonio Brown's gatling dick which had continued firing non-stop, though Antonio Brown did struggle slightly with the recoil... the sheer firepower made approaching him nigh-impossible.
Meanwhile, Antonio Brown's rage knew no bounds and with him toting his gatling dick, he unleashed his fury upon Shaq's group... his mind clouded with thoughts of vengeance and retribution and simply to murder the fuck out of whoever dared to cross his way.
But as the battle raged on, the sheer amount of fuckrage and bullets shooting out of his gatling dick had begun to take its toll and Mika Jougasaki spotted an opening from which she could attack Antonio Brown... Antonio Brown had his entire focus on Shaq which may have been his downfall throughout this war.
"Stocking, cover me!" The Mika shouted, her voice cutting through the din of battle as Stocking was busy firing her dual-wielding pistols with raw fuckrage, Ruiko and Uiharu sitting behind Stocking and waiting to strike whoever dared to come across them.
Amidst the chaos of Antonio Brown's relentless assault upon Shaq who blocked all of the bullets with his chair of the Gods, Mika Jougasaki seized the opportunity presented by his fixation on Shaquille O'Neill and with raw fuckrage etched on her face, Mika stealthily slips through the Home Depot amidst the supporting fire of Stocking Anarchy...
Stocking with her dual pistols blazing with elfin fervor, diverted Antonio Brown's attention momentarily and giving Mika the chance she needed and as Mika reached closer and closer to Antonio Brown, she thought about how to use her weapon to disable the gunfire of Antonio Brown... she held a Metallic beam which was given to her by Ruiko Saten... she thought about how to disable the gatling dick.
Antonio Brown, lost in his rage and focused on Shaq, didn't notice Mika's approach until it was almost too late... "QUIT BLOCKING MY BULLETS AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN YOU FUCKIN' PUSSY... I'D RATHER FUCK A CACTUS RATHER THAN DEAL WITH YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
Using her agility and quick reflexes which came from years of Idol Work... Mika maneuvered around Antonio Brown's erratic gunfire, dodging and weaving through the hail of bullets like Sans himself, it was something crazy and beyond comprehension which simply couldn't happen without plot armor which has Mika dodging bullets like Chisato Nishikigi herself...
Antonio Brown, sensing a shift in the battlefield turned towards Mika just as she reached him... he hadn't noticed her presense until it was too late and before he could react, Mika struck the metallic pole against his gatling dick... smashing it into billions of tiny fragments which caused Antonio Brown to howl in pain which came from his now shattered gatling dick... the nerves causing him vast pain which rivaled that of stepping on legos and giving birth.. the Antonio Brown was now defenseless and he began to panic...
"F-Fuck... G-get away from me you motherfuckers..."
Antonio Brown lays defeated before Shaq who lifted his Chair of the Gods and with the elfin fuckrage which rivaled 1000 suns, he brings it down upon Antonio Brown and splatters his skull asunder, Shaq's group had long since won and now had control over the Home Depot...
As the dust settled in the aftermath of the intense battle at Home Depot, Shaq's group stood victorious. Antonio Brown lay defeated, his skull crushed by Shaq's Chair of the Gods, ending his reign of terror.
Ruiko, emerging from her hiding spot and now armed with Mika's weapon, addressed her comrades with a smirk of satisfaction. "Good job, Mika. Thankfully, that fuckhead is gone, good riddance" she said, her tone laced with a mixture of relief and other ungodly emotions which defied all explanation.
Mika returned Ruiko's smirk with a nod. "We did what we had to do," she replied, her voice calm despite the lingering tension in the air which had come with the heat of battle which had nearly killed them all.
Uiharu nervously giggled as she brandished her metallic pipe which had bared the brunt of battle with many bullet marks, expressed her relief that everyone survived the ordeal and the fuckrage of Antonio Brown... "Guess everyone lived, thank fuck... that was scary," she said, her eyes reflecting the gravity of their near-death experience which came with nearly being gunned down by a gatling dick.
Stocking approached the group, her pistols now lowered as she surveyed the aftermath. "We did well," she remarked, her voice tinged with slight amusement which came with this victory. "Though to be fair, they were a bunch of mediocre scrubs at gunfights... probably a bunch of newbies."
Rindou nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "Agreed, they probably such balls in bed as well... especially that grape fucker" she said, her eyes scanning their surroundings for anything they could use to sleep or get drunk on.
Meanwhile, Lightning McQueen revved his engine, the sound a reassuring presence amidst the somber aftermath... Lightning was still recovering from the massive hail fuckstore and Shaq stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he surveyed the scene for a place to sleep.
"We'll secure this place," Shaq declared, his voice resonating with authority. "Lets get something to eat... hopefully those fuckers should've had some snacks or some other things to eat because fucking hell, I'm hungry."
Heading to the back of the store, they found six frozen steaks and a large can filled with gasoline... spotting a couple of grills in stock... Shaq chuckled, "Let's have a cook-out."
"Fuck Yeah!" Stocking chuckled.
"Is there any beer?" Rindou responded.
"Nah" Ruiko smirked.
"Good thing... we don't want another drunk Rindou." Mika added.
"Tell me about it, I'd rather electrocute my loins with a buzzsaw." Uiharu responded.
"Damn Shaq... thank fuck you found some gas... I'm already full but there can never be enough gas" Lightning McQueen ended.
The remaining Houston Subway Tunnel Survivors - Weapons - Status
Kobayashi Rindou - Weak Pistol - Recovered from Mild Concussion
Stocking Anarchy - Dual Pistols - Healthy Status
Mika Jougasaki - Metallic Pole - Healthy Status
Ruiko Saten - Weak Pistol - Healthy Status
Kazari Uiharu - Metallic Pole - Healthy Status
Shaquille O'Neill - The Chair of the Gods - Healthy Status
Lightning McQueen - Himself - Currently recovering from Hail Damage.
Location - Home Depot in the middle of nowhere, Texas
Group Name - Rindou & Company
With all of the food that they had found which was stored by Antonio Brown and his crew, the Shaq begun to stretch and begin to prepare himself to grill some juicy steaks for the group as they ride out the hail fuckstorm.