Post by Iron Man on May 10, 2006 14:45:46 GMT -5
"Okay, how many supervillains are we talking here, Speedball?"
The blonde-haired youth allowed a crooked grin to touch his lips and placed a single gloved finger to his earpiece. Around were the New Warriors, contemporary television heroes. But unfortunately...ratings were dropping. They needed something big to put them back on the map...and in Speedball's opinions this was it.
"Three. No, wait," Speedball responded excitedly. "I think I see Coldheart in the backyard emptying the trash. That's four of 'em in total, and all four are on the FBI most-wanted list, right?"
"Cobalt Man, Coldheart, Speedfreak, Nitro...yep, they all broke out of Ryker's three months back." The manager was audibly wary. "And all of them have records as long as your arm. Coldheart fought Spider-Man a couple of times and - get this - Speedfreak almost took down the Hulk."
"He what?" Speedball shot back, obviously more impressed by that feat than cautious.
Microbe, positioned beside Speedball, mopped at his brow with a cloth. "These guys are totally out of our league, man. No wya we should be going in there."
"But think about the ratings, Microbe!" Speedball persisted. "This could be the best episode of the entire second season!" His voice became a little bitter as he continued. "Six months we've been driving round the midwest looking for goofballs to fight, and the best we managed so far was a bum with a spray can and a wooden leg! This could really be the episode that puts the New Warriors on the map! Dude, we beat these guys and people will stop b****ing about Nova leaving the show to go back into space!"
Microbe exhaled and bowed his head.
A lithe, blue-skinned, tattooed figure slipped into place behind a tree, silvery whisps of hair caressing her back. "So what's the plan?"
"The plan is you spend five minutes in make-up, Namorita," Speedball quipped. "You think people wanna see that big ugly zit on your chin?"
Namorita pouted melodramatically.
Speedball shrugged in nonchalance. "Then we - -"
"Uh-oh," Night Thrasher, another Warrior, murmured anxiously.
Speedball instantly realised something wasn't right; he turned to inspect the situation and let out a gasp.
"Whassup?" a cameraman interjected, breaking the deafening silence that had hung over them.
"We've been marked," Night Thrasher responded.
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Coldheart shouldered open the door, panting. "Everyone in costume! It's a raid!"
"Go!" Speedball barked.
The New Warriors charged.
"Holy ****!" Speedfreak yelped.
Speedball slammed into him, propelling the villain through the wall of the house and tossing him into the garden. He then darted forward and backhanded his opponent across the face, sending the vcriminal sprawling.
"I've heard that clothes make the man, Speedfreak," Speedball joked, "and in your case, it's totally true!"
"Sound was off there for a second, bud," a bearded cameraman informed. "Any chance of that last part again?"
"Sure thing," Speedball answered. "And in you case, it's totally true, Chuckles!" As he spoke Speedball finished the job with a vicious roundhouse kick.
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Night Thrasher and Namorita balled their hands into fists as Coldheart unsheathed her blades and spun them menacingly and expertly within her grasp.
"Wait a minute," the villainess hissed. "I know you guys. You're those idiots from that reality TV show. I'm not getting taken down by goldfish-girl and the bondage queen!"
"Beg to differ, Coldheart," Namorita retorted, bringing her fists down onto the woman's face.
Night Thrasher bounded forward, planting a single booted foot onto Coldheart's chest. "Can we cut the part where she called me the bondage queen?"
"Oh yeah, 'cause Night Thrasher sounds so much straighter," Microbe broke in, placing a groaning Cobalt Man onto the lawn unceremoniously. "Got my bacterial beasties rusting Cobalt Man if anyone wants to track down that old Captain Marvel villain."
Namorita lifted herself into the air and dashed ahead. "Not to worry, Microbe," she mumbled confidently. "I'm on it!"
The cousin of Namor hurled herself at Nitro, launching him into a schoolbus. Shards of glass showered down all around them as Namorita chopped at Nitro's neck and stepped back.
"On your feet, Nitro. And don't try any of your stupid explosions, because that's only going to make me hit you harder," Namorita warned, her voice taking on a threatening tone.
Nitro spat savagely before forcing himself to his feet and locking his gaze onto Namorita's. "Namorita, right? Aren't you the Sub-Mariner's cosuin or something? Well, I'm afraid we're not the bargain basement losers you're used to, baby..." He bowed his head as his voice became lower and darker. The air around them seemed to crackle as Namorita swallowed hard in spite of herself.
Nitro's eyes pulsed with an unearthly energy as he spoke. "You're playing with the big boys now."
And then, he exploded. A fiery wave enveloped Stamford in a devastating flame-tsunami of destruction and obliteration...and then, it stopped. Silence hung over the area. A strange, unnatural silence.
The silence of death.
The blonde-haired youth allowed a crooked grin to touch his lips and placed a single gloved finger to his earpiece. Around were the New Warriors, contemporary television heroes. But unfortunately...ratings were dropping. They needed something big to put them back on the map...and in Speedball's opinions this was it.
"Three. No, wait," Speedball responded excitedly. "I think I see Coldheart in the backyard emptying the trash. That's four of 'em in total, and all four are on the FBI most-wanted list, right?"
"Cobalt Man, Coldheart, Speedfreak, Nitro...yep, they all broke out of Ryker's three months back." The manager was audibly wary. "And all of them have records as long as your arm. Coldheart fought Spider-Man a couple of times and - get this - Speedfreak almost took down the Hulk."
"He what?" Speedball shot back, obviously more impressed by that feat than cautious.
Microbe, positioned beside Speedball, mopped at his brow with a cloth. "These guys are totally out of our league, man. No wya we should be going in there."
"But think about the ratings, Microbe!" Speedball persisted. "This could be the best episode of the entire second season!" His voice became a little bitter as he continued. "Six months we've been driving round the midwest looking for goofballs to fight, and the best we managed so far was a bum with a spray can and a wooden leg! This could really be the episode that puts the New Warriors on the map! Dude, we beat these guys and people will stop b****ing about Nova leaving the show to go back into space!"
Microbe exhaled and bowed his head.
A lithe, blue-skinned, tattooed figure slipped into place behind a tree, silvery whisps of hair caressing her back. "So what's the plan?"
"The plan is you spend five minutes in make-up, Namorita," Speedball quipped. "You think people wanna see that big ugly zit on your chin?"
Namorita pouted melodramatically.
Speedball shrugged in nonchalance. "Then we - -"
"Uh-oh," Night Thrasher, another Warrior, murmured anxiously.
Speedball instantly realised something wasn't right; he turned to inspect the situation and let out a gasp.
"Whassup?" a cameraman interjected, breaking the deafening silence that had hung over them.
"We've been marked," Night Thrasher responded.
--------------
Coldheart shouldered open the door, panting. "Everyone in costume! It's a raid!"
"Go!" Speedball barked.
The New Warriors charged.
"Holy ****!" Speedfreak yelped.
Speedball slammed into him, propelling the villain through the wall of the house and tossing him into the garden. He then darted forward and backhanded his opponent across the face, sending the vcriminal sprawling.
"I've heard that clothes make the man, Speedfreak," Speedball joked, "and in your case, it's totally true!"
"Sound was off there for a second, bud," a bearded cameraman informed. "Any chance of that last part again?"
"Sure thing," Speedball answered. "And in you case, it's totally true, Chuckles!" As he spoke Speedball finished the job with a vicious roundhouse kick.
--------------------
Night Thrasher and Namorita balled their hands into fists as Coldheart unsheathed her blades and spun them menacingly and expertly within her grasp.
"Wait a minute," the villainess hissed. "I know you guys. You're those idiots from that reality TV show. I'm not getting taken down by goldfish-girl and the bondage queen!"
"Beg to differ, Coldheart," Namorita retorted, bringing her fists down onto the woman's face.
Night Thrasher bounded forward, planting a single booted foot onto Coldheart's chest. "Can we cut the part where she called me the bondage queen?"
"Oh yeah, 'cause Night Thrasher sounds so much straighter," Microbe broke in, placing a groaning Cobalt Man onto the lawn unceremoniously. "Got my bacterial beasties rusting Cobalt Man if anyone wants to track down that old Captain Marvel villain."
Namorita lifted herself into the air and dashed ahead. "Not to worry, Microbe," she mumbled confidently. "I'm on it!"
The cousin of Namor hurled herself at Nitro, launching him into a schoolbus. Shards of glass showered down all around them as Namorita chopped at Nitro's neck and stepped back.
"On your feet, Nitro. And don't try any of your stupid explosions, because that's only going to make me hit you harder," Namorita warned, her voice taking on a threatening tone.
Nitro spat savagely before forcing himself to his feet and locking his gaze onto Namorita's. "Namorita, right? Aren't you the Sub-Mariner's cosuin or something? Well, I'm afraid we're not the bargain basement losers you're used to, baby..." He bowed his head as his voice became lower and darker. The air around them seemed to crackle as Namorita swallowed hard in spite of herself.
Nitro's eyes pulsed with an unearthly energy as he spoke. "You're playing with the big boys now."
And then, he exploded. A fiery wave enveloped Stamford in a devastating flame-tsunami of destruction and obliteration...and then, it stopped. Silence hung over the area. A strange, unnatural silence.
The silence of death.
