I tried reading all of Maggies dialog in a Scottish accent, and still coculdnt understand a single word. It was the funniest thing ever. The image of Southwest Cheetohing somebody is just too good. Have you thought about creating a set out of this story because it would be epic.
I have ideas but can’t afford the price of art. If I was to do it. I think Cosmos Southwest CPC with permission from the creator. Commander Ender Astro Turk Black hole bart, Are in for sure. I have a ways to go with my story. So imagine a few others will shine. But hey if you want to tackle stats with me I’m game to slow roll a set.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 8, 2018 17:00:36 GMT -5
Chapter 21: The hallway altercation.
Southwest and Maggie come through the curtain all smiles. They pass Marcel De Sade on one side and Zouave the Relinquisher on the other, who looks at Southwest with real fear in his eyes. The page yells at Zouave to head out when his music hits. He stands there in fear looking wild eyed at the page.
“Seriously?” Marcel says shaking his head.
The page looks at Zouave and waves at him to get his attention.
Finally Zouave looks at the page and flinches, looking like he is about to run away.
“You are a winner. You can do this. Your mum and da are in the audience. They are very proud of you. Go out there and do what you have trained to do.” The page puts down his clipboard, where he was reading the prepared statement.
“Mum and Da?”
“Yes sir. They are out there somewhere. Go fight and we’ll show you where they are.”
Zouave gets a stern look on his face and then juts his chin.
“For Mum and Da.” He rushes through the curtain.
“You know, this is getting real old with this clown.” Marcel smirks at the page.
“Don’t care sir; just do what I’m told. You’re up as soon as your music hits.”
“Right.” Marcel puts on a hood and swivels his right arm in a circle.
His music hits and he strolls out to the crowd who boos him loudly. Maggie, standing in the hallway is watching the whole thing and looks at Southwest.
“Zouave is doolally in yer heid. DeSade wull hae this match won in five minutes tops. Hopefully we wilnae hae tae rammy that guy. He is evil 'n' a better cheater than ye.”
“I never cheat.”
“Aye, tis better ye think that than ken th' truth.”
Southwest laughs at his buddy and heads down the hallway to the locker room. Tyranny slowly walks up the hallway and stands in the way of the pair.
“You must be the new Cheetoh. I once fought the original back in the day. What happened to the original?”
“He’s taking a nap.” Maggie smiles.
“I see. So you killed him?” Tyranny says stoically.
“Na jimmy, he's pure juist taking a nap.”
“Humm.. I see. Good luck in the next round Cheetoh.”
“Thanks.” Southwest says looking at the masked wrestler trying to figure out his angle.
Tyranny side steps the pair and heads to the curtain to await his match up. Sounds of the crowd can be heard booing loudly as Marcel DeSade seems to have the upper hand in the match with Zouave.
“That wis pure weird. Ah dinnae think ah ever heard that guy blether oan holovision.”
“Maybe he is a nice guy who just wanted to wish us luck.”
The pair reaches their locker room and head in. Sitting in a chair is Commander Ender, he has one leg folded over the other and he is drinking a sparkling drink from a glowing decanter. He is in full UFSP regalia. Southwest pushes Maggie behind him and steps up to the man in the chair.
“What do you want?”
“Just wanted to meet the wrestler that has CPC all wadded up. “
“You met me, leave.”
“Hold on there big guy, just wanted to talk with you for a bit. Get acquainted.”
“Win your matches and we’ll be acquainted soon.”
Ender laughs at this and takes a sip of his drink.
“Oh, that will happen. You should be more careful what you wish for by the way. You have never been in the ring with someone like me.”
“You’re right; I have never been in the ring with a horse’s ass. Get out.”
Ender raises an eyebrow at the insult and puts the decanter down on a small table next to the chair. He stands up and smooths out his uniform.
“I know who you are. I just wanted you to know that I know. You keep your secrets kid. I could care less. I just wanted to have a look at you up close."
Commander Ender leans in and stares at the masked face of Southwest for a few seconds. He then leans back and smiles.
“Ok then. Looks like I’ve seen you up close. Good luck out there Star Warrior. Once the word gets out, you do know this tournament will be the least of your worries.?”
Maggie pulls on Southwest’s arm.
“Dinnae let this jerk git in yer heid. He's feart o' ye ainlie reason he wid huv a go 'n' rile ye up.“
Southwest removes Maggie’s hand and steps up to Commander Ender. He goes nose to nose with the man.
“I don’t care what you know. Last chance, leave standing or on your back. Either way is just fine with me.”
Ender doesn’t back off an inch.
“I look forward to our next meeting young man. I won’t be so agreeable when next we meet.”
“Out.” Southwest growls.
Ender smiles and heads for the door. As he opens it he doesn’t turn around but he stops in the doorway.
“I came here a long time ago Star Warrior, I have done remarkable things, I have fought and beat great warriors and attacked and defeated whole worlds. I have seen remarkable people with unbreakable spirits, like you. Know what? All of them have fallen at my feet and begged for mercy. They were found wanting. What chance do you really think you have here tonight? I look forward to breaking you. Please keep winning.”
Southwest laughs at Ender as he closes the door behind him.
"I plan on it."
“That guy pure thinks he magic huh?” Maggie says coming up behind Southwest.
“Yeah. I’m going to hurt that guy.”
“Let's git ye duin fur th' neist round. Wantae sloch something?”
“Yeah, I could use a hot dog.”
“Het dug? thay hae pizza!”
“Pizza it is. Let me get cleaned up.”
We leave the two men and head back to the hallway, where Super Duck Boy and Gordon G. Smack are yelling at each other.
“…it was voted worst interview of the year!” Gordon yells at Duck Boy.
“That’s crackers. I gave a great interview. Your questions were lame.”
“LAME!! Gordon G. Smack only asks the hard questions. You were too afraid to answer!”
“You complained the whole time! You didn’t ask me any questions.”
“WHAT?!! I am an unparalleled journalist of epic proportions. Where I came from before I agreed for a large sum of credits to come here, I was considered the best ever!”
“Must be a lame world where you came from. I was a Superhero in mine. I came here to stop lame-o guys like you.”
“LAME-O! That does it. I was going to keep it clean in the ring, but now I’m going to really get down and dirty.”
Commander Ender walks up to both wrestlers as they are heading down the hall yelling at each other.
Marcel De Sade’s music hit in the background signifies his move to the second round with his win over Zouave.
“Both of you come here.”
Super Duck boy and Gordon walk up quickly.
“Yes sir.” Duck Boy salutes.
“What Sir Ender?” Gordon says sarcastically.
Ender head butts Gordon in the face and begins to stop him repeatedly.
Duck Boy tries to pull him off but Ender pushes him down and continues to stomp Gordon. Security runs up to break up the fight but seeing it’s Commander Ender they stop and do crowd control instead.
“Say it again!” Ender screams as he kicks Gordon who is turtled up trying to protect himself.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Gordon cries up at Ender.
Ender stops, smiles and swipes his hair back onto his head that had fallen in his face.
“Apology accepted. Now stand up. Both of you.”
Gordon slowly gets up wincing in pain. Duck boy is saluting again and standing at attention.
“Both of you stop talking about other worlds. We are a select few on this planet that know why we are here and how we got here. If you two idiots continue to spew out that we are not from this world, everything could change. I don’t know about you, but I will die before going back to what I was. I will kill to protect it. Do I make myself clear...Mr. Smack?”
“Perfectly clear Si…er…Commander Ender.”
“Without question sir.”
“Good. Now you two malcontents head to the ring and put on a good show. Remember if you’re not happy here, I can make sure you go back to where you came from. Or somewhere else.”
Duck boy salutes and wraps a wing around Gordon, helping him to the curtain area. Ender looks after the two men and then looks at security and the small crowd that had gathered.
“Nothing more to see here folks. Head back to your positions.”
The crowd disperses as Marcel DeSade comes through the curtain, his face bloody but his smile huge. He sees Duck Boy and Gordon G. Smack heading to the line, Gordon heavily favoring his side.
“Giving the Duck a fighting chance Gordon?”
DeSade laughs as he takes a towel from a page and wipes his face. He looks up and down at the two men and heads down the hall to his dressing room.
“No hard feelings?” Duck boy says to Gordon.
“Easy for you to say, you didn’t just get the hell stomped out of you.”
“I’ll take it easy on you out there.”
“What?! Take it easy!? I’m going to beat you up and shove those feather up your…”
“You are so mean!!” Duck boy yells at Gordon, letting him go and heading to his line behind the curtain. “I’m going to go crackers on you!!”
The page looks at both men then points at Super Duck boy.
“Ok, when your music hits, you go.”
“Oh, I’m going to go. Crackers that is.”
“SHUT UP WITH YOUR LAME CATCHPHRASE!”
“You’re just jealous you don’t have one.”
Super Duck Boy’s music hits and he starts flapping and runs through the curtain.
“I DO too…just don’t say it every ten seconds.”
The page looks over his shoulder and awaits the signal Duck boy has jumped into the ring. He gets the signal in about a minute and looks at Gordon.
“When your music hi…”
“Yeah Yeah Yeah, I’m not stupid.”
The page points at Gordon when the music hits.
“Going to bring the Smack attack to that quack!”
The page looks at Gordon and smirks.
Gordon hobbles through the curtain holding his ribs.
Tyranny takes up his place in the cue. The Page sighs and picks up the intercom.
"Will Death Knight please come to the curtain. Thank you for your cooperation."
Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 9, 2018 1:45:50 GMT -5
Chapter 22: Ender is not to be trifled with.
Death Knight runs up to the curtain about a minute late. He has a shiny new helmet and cape. The page waves him through as his music hits. Tyranny is in the ring awaiting his opponent.
“There he is!” Salvation points at Death Knight running to the ring the fans are booing him mercilessly.
“Look at the guy go, probably will be late to his own funeral.” Sin laughs as Death Knight is blowing up running to the ring.
“Tyranny looks cool as cool can be.”
“Yeah the Interplanetary title holder knows all about big moments. I actually have him as my first pick to win this tournament.”
“I thought Gila was your pick?”
“Shut up Sal, he was my Dark Horse.” Sin puts emphasis on the last two words.
“Ah. I see.”
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
“Nothing, I didn't say anything.”
“You are the worst partner.”
“Well…ok...Death Knight has made it into the ring. Let’s go up for introductions.”
Death Knight is breathing hard through his metal mask. Tyranny is calm just taking in his opponent trying to catch his breath.
The ring announcer introduces the two combatants then the ref calls for the bell.
(#2) Tyranny vs. (#15) Death Knight
Death Knight puts up a finger to hold back Tyranny who just waits patiently till his opponent is ready.
About a minute of the fans booing and yelling at Death Knight , the metal wrestler waves Tyranny in.
Both men circle each other for a moment. Death Knight jumps forward with a superman punch only to catch air.
Tyranny side steps the punch and lands a perfect side kick to the abdomen of Death Knight who sinks to his knees in pain, clutching his stomach.
The Interplanetary champ pops Death Knight in the face with another sidekick which spins Death Knight's mask thirty degrees on his head, the robotic one falls forward looking at little birdies.
Looking at the crowd, Tyranny shrugs his shoulders. He then rolls Death knight over and just puts one foot on his chest.
The ref counts to three and the Interplanetary Champion moves on with a very fast one minute twenty second win.
Tyranny rolls out of the ring and heads back to the curtain as his music plays, still looking very fresh for the next round.
“Woo. That is what you expect from a number two seed. Tyranny was way too much for the Death Knight, whoever gets him in the next round better bring their A game.”
“You got that right Sal, I think Pollux or Cephus better come up with a game plan sooner than later, for this guy looks unstoppable.”
“Well it was just Death Knight. That guy was done before he even got to the ring.”
“True, he should mix in some cardo if he wants to get anywhere in this sport.”
“The next match is one I have been waiting for Sin. Commander Ender takes on Antak the First. As we all know Antak was defeated by his brother in arms Ram. But due to an unforeseen accident earlier today, Ram is unable to go. Antak has agreed to take his place.”
“I heard that Ram ran afoul of Commander Ender in a melee in the back.”
“Well we have Vice in the back with Antak the first. Let’s go to the back…Vice?”
The camera shifts scenes to Vice, who has Antak standing beside him. Antak has his carapace wrapped but if an ant could look angry, he probably looked very angry.
“Thanks Sin. Good to see you two getting long. I have with me Antak the Ani-man. He is taking Ram’s spot in the tournament after Ram sustained a grade five fracture to his face. Not much is known as to what happened…”
“I know what happened…*tkk* tkk*”
“Really? What happened Antak.”
“I am to be referred to as Antak the First. Show respect to my station. *tkk* *tkk* Ender did something to my friend Ram. Ender is a *tkk* coward. He is a man who has destroyed worlds and millions of sentients across the galaxy with his terrible war ship. He knew that Ram was going to punish him, beat him, and destroy him in the ring. He cheated, *tkk* *tkk* like he always does. Tonight I am not *tkk* *tkk* one hundred percent, but unlike Ender I do not offer up excuses. *tkk* *tkk* I will offer up a beating that he will never forget. For Ram…. *tkk* *tkk* For Andromeda!”
Antak leaves the screen with Vice looking on after him.
“Think that is the most I have ever heard from that ant. Well you heard it here first, Antak..er..Antak the First is an angry insectoid. I don’t think Ender will have a cake walk in this match. Back to you two good looking gents in the arena.”
The camera again shifts to Sin and Salvation. Both are smiling and react to Antak’s music as it comes over the arena sound system.
“Oh man, here we go Sin.”
“This is going to be a good one I can feel it in my bones.”
“Me too brother.”
Antak heads to the ring. He moves with precision. In just a few seconds he has reached the ring and hops in awaiting the arrival of Commander Ender.
The lights dim and the UFSP funeral dirge begin to play. A line of figures all in black warrior garb of Ender's personal guard, line the curtain to the ring. They each pull their laser swords and hold them in an arc over their heads and out to form an arch. Commander Ender comes out to boos and slowly walks through the arch of light. It puts an eerie glow on him as he methodically heads to the ring. Once inside the ring the figures turn off the laser swords and the lights go out in the arena. When the lights come on, Ender is in the corner where Antak was just standing looking around bewildered at where he went. The Animen is standing on the announcers table looking at the Commander. He riles up the crowd who starts cheering his name.
“Well that sneak attack failed Sin.”
“Sure did Sal. Looks like Antak has seen that maneuver before.”
The announcer begins the introductions and the ref calls for the bell.
(#1) Commander Ender vs. (#16) Antak the First
Antak waves back Ender who is angry his little sneak attack failed.
Antak finally enters the ring and the two combatants circle for a moment. Antak runs at the ropes away from Ender and jumps on the second rope, Ender fast approaches the Animen only to eat a back elbow.
Antak jumps up and grabs the dazed Commander, slamming him to the mat.
The ant man picks him up with his ant strength and tosses Ender head first into the turnbuckle.
Ender is in big trouble. He turns in the corner just in time to get hit in the face with a running drop kick.
Antak pops up runs up the turnbuckle and jumps off stomping the back of the drowned world beater.
Antak drags Ender to the center of the ring and goes for a pin. Ender kicks out at one and half.
The Animen is unrelenting, he starts smashing forearms of hard carapace into the face of Ender. After seven hard forearms Antak goes for the pin again. This time he gets a two count.
Undaunted, Antak picks up Ender and piledrives him in the center of the ring. Ender is quivering in pain. Antak again tries to pin him, again Ender kicks out at two.
Punching the mat, Antak get up and starts kicking Ender in the stomach, the sides, anywhere Ender has no protection.
Antak finally picks up Ender and tosses him from the ring.
Jumping to the turnbuckle the Animen waits for Ender to get up. Dazed and in pain Commander Ender slowly turns looking for his adversary. He looks up to see two feet coming at him at a high rate of speed. A missile dropkick catches Ender in the chest slamming him to the ground up against a guard rail. Antak yells triumphantly to the crowd. He quickly rolls back in to the ring to break the ref's count.
Antak walks up to the unmoving Ender and grabs him by what little hair he has. Lifting Ender up slowly Antak smacks Ender across the face, then spits in his face for good measure.
Ender looks astonished, confused but slowly moves his hand across the face of the Animen.
Antak brushes his hand away in contempt, as he does Ender with his other hand snaps one of the antennae of Antak the First.
Antak lets got of Ender and screams so loud Ender has to cover his ears in pain. The Animen falls to his knees, grabbing at his broken antennae.
Ender takes this time to take a couple of deep breaths, get his wits about him.
The ref is furious with this development and is yelling at Ender to get the match back into the ring.
Ender tries to pick up Antak who is in so much pain, he barely budges him.
Ender looks at the ref and shrugs. He rolls into the ring. The ref stares at him with disgust but begins the count to ten anyway.
Ender sing songs with the ref as he approaches ten.
Antak is unmoving. At ten the ref calls for the bell. Ender moves on via count out.
At the announcement Ender rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. Walking up to Antak who has not moved a muscle since his antennae was broken off and slams the chair into his back. Antak screams and goes down like he was shot. Ender brings the chair down over and over on the defenseless Animen. The crowd is incensed, pouring down debris on the man as he continues to slam the chair into the unmoving Animen.
Dropping the chair, Ender flips off the crowd and pushes Antak all the way down then sits down on the his back. He grabs his head with one hand and with the other he grabs the other antennae and starts to bend it. Antak is mewing and spasming on the ground, unable to do anything while in so much pain.
Ram’s music hits. The crowd goes wild as the huge Animen sprints down the ramp and runs for the back of Ender. As he arrives, Ender dives off Antak stands up and does a vicious spinning back kick to the rushing Ram.
Ram takes the blow right in the face, his heavily bandaged face. He screams in pain and falls back to the ground grabbing his ruined face.
Ender stands over the two broken Animen and laughs. Softly kicking Antak, he again laughs as the unmoving Animen just mews out his pain.
Security and medical staff run up to the two broken men and try to help them. Ender looks at the crowd and takes in the loud boos and catcalls. He is loving every minute of the hatred coming his way. He grabs a mic and taps his hand against it.
“Shut up you idiots. Your Commander is speaking.”
The crowd is so loud security is sure a riot will break out any minute.
“These two found out what it is to trifle with me. They are now broken toys I no longer wish to play with. This is what happens when you face me, defy me. I will win this tournament. It is a foregone conclusion in my mind and should be in yours. Anyone who gets in this ring with me will be destroyed, period. I am the Commander. None stand before me. All will bow! or find themselves like these two.” He points at the two Animen receiving medical attention.
Debris is being thrown into the ring from all directions. Ender just laughs as he finally leaves the ring and heads to the curtain.
EMT’s are putting both Animen on gurneys. Neither of them is moving very much as they are wheeled out.
The crowd boos for seven straight minutes. Even booing through the fan favorite entrance of Plethador the Strong, who looks to have had his feelings hurt at this development.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 9, 2018 16:48:11 GMT -5
Chapter 23: Who is CPC?
CPC watches Plethador methodically work the left leg of the Mutant from his sky box. Slowly the amphibian grinds the knee, twisting the ankle of his opponent from a standing position. The Mutant tries to swipe at his torturer but Plethador has come in with a solid game plan. The match has been boring and people are taking this match to get food, go to the bathroom or talk with their friends. Ms. Liberty looks pleased with herself as she sits, writing down ideas for her new Ladies division.
“Love, I’m going to go for a walk. You’ll be ok here alone?”
She doesn’t look up and dismisses him with a nod and a wave.
CPC stands up and heads out the skybox door.
He heads to the elevator and press the down button. While he waits he hears the bell signifying the end of the match. A few seconds later Plethador’s music begins to play. CPC shows no emotion as the bell dings and the elevator opens its doors. He gets in and presses floor number one. The light turns on and the doors close. The speaker above his head crackles.
“Will Beast Rider and Eagle please come to the curtain? Thank you for your cooperation.”
The elevator lurches and comes to rest. The door opens and the sounds of the backstage hit him. He steps out of the elevator to see Beast Rider riding a three headed dog creature to the curtain area. Eagle is yelling at him for hogging the whole space. He sees pages running around doing odd and ends to keep the show running as smooth as possible. Taking a left towards the dressing rooms he passes by a few doors, coming to the door marked Commander Ender. He knocks once. A few seconds go by and he knocks again only louder. Finally the door opens and a young woman in black head to toe armor glares at CPC.
“What do you want sir?”
CPC pushes past her and enters the room. Ender is naked and being washed by a contingent of people.
“Everyone out.” CPC says with a snarl.
Nobody moves. They all look at their commander. He smiles at CPC then waves his people away. “Take five people. Get a sandwich or coffee.”
The group of six people walk out of the room, closing the door behind them.
“You are trying my patience Ender.”
Ender sits back down in his bath tub, wiping a cloth across his neck muscles. CPC walks over to the tub and sits in a chair beside him.
“I lost two wrestlers today. Both Antak and Ram are out indefinitely. Antak may never recover from your assault.”
“This isn’t tag we are playing Carson. This is fighting. You wanted a show, I gave you one. Every idiot in those stands and at home will want to see me lose. It will give you so many eyes on your product; you won’t know what to do with the credits.”
“That is not the point. It takes time, skill and research to get the right wrestlers in to CPC. It has taken me eons to get this right. You cannot deviate from the plan.”
“Well you should have thought of that before entering Cosmos and Star Warrior into your little cavalcade of mediocrity.”
“Star Warrior was unforeseen and being dealt with. Cosmos is an aberration. Plus I may have swayed him to my side.”
“I see. Where do I play in to this little game of yours, Doomsayer.”
CPC smacks Ender hard across the face, he looks around to see if anyone over heard.
“If you ever say my name again, I will kill you. Worse I will send you where I put Erebus. He could do with another feeding.”
Commander Ender grabs the soap and soaps up his hands, he smiles at the irritation he has caused CPC. “Ok, boss. Calm down. Slip of the tongue.”
“Do it again and you’ll not have the chance to regret it.”
Ender again smiles at CPC.
“Ok CPC what would like for me to do next?”
“What I have wanted from the start, Win this tournament, but try and restrain yourself from breaking all of my…toys.”
“Will do boss. No more breaking of toys. Got it, Anything else?”
“Yes. I want you to ensure Star Warrior does not progress further in this tournament.”
“And how do propose I do that ole mighty boss man.”
“I don’t know! Figure it out! How many times do you need to enter the Transvolver to grow a brain?!”
“Whoa. Calm down boss, I have a plan I was just having fun with you.”
“Ender, you are pushing me….”
“No more pushing boss. I’ll get it done.”
CPC stands up and looks into the water where Ender sits; he looks disgusted and heads for the door.
"Hey boss would you send in my crew?"
CPC opens the door and slams it closed.
Looking into the hall he sees all of Ender’s guard eating sandwiches, drinking coffee and awaiting orders.
“Your master says to take the rest of the day off.”
The group puts down their food and drinks and head off in different directions. CPC is not happy as he heads back to the elevator doors. A shadow follows him so close that no one notices that it is two entities entering the elevator. The elevator doors close behind the back of CPC as Beast Rider’s music sounds in the arena signifying his win over Eagle.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 9, 2018 18:05:30 GMT -5
I remember when I first laid eyes on CPC, all I could think was how great a villain this guy could be. With all of time at his disposal how could he not become evil. I have had this story of CPC in my head since I saw him. I’m having fun getting it out. Thanks for reading. Really it means a lot that old school guys like us are digging it. I really hope David is cool with me completely changing his characters voice. See you in four or five days with the next chapter.