YCWE - [Episode 4 - Part 2 is up!]

[Dwarven King]

Why do I have to be the one that cowers before Agro? .-.

Other than that little personal tidbit, still good as always! =D

[Thar]

[quote name='Dwarven King' timestamp='1352437344' post='6064461']
Why do I have to be the one that cowers before Agro? .-.
[/quote]

I dunno, because he's supposed to be intimidating?
But hey, at least you partly crippled him. :3

Glad you like it (as always.) Hopefully more people read it even with that hiatus.

[Dwarven King]

*grumbles about how he doesn't fear Agro one bit*

I'm sure they will come back.

[Thar]

[quote name='Dwarven King' timestamp='1352438016' post='6064469']
*grumbles about how he doesn't fear Agro one bit*
[/quote]

Don't take it personally. It has little to do with you.

If I can even hope for all the previous readers to see this, I should get to work on the rest of the episode.

[Kōsuke Ueki]

On the REST!? Aww, I expected you to have finished the episode already!

Oh well, I can wait. I am a patient guy after all.

I'm just waiting for my entrance. I believe you remember how my character's entrance, or did you forget? I can remind you again if you forgot.

[Agro]

[quote name='Dwarven King' timestamp='1352437344' post='6064461']
Why do I have to be the one that cowers before Agro? .-.
[/quote][img]http://www.mememaker.net/static/images/memes/987741.jpg[/img]

[Thar]

Part 2 is up.

[spoiler=YCWE - Episode 3 *PART 2*]
([url="http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/282802-ycwe-episode-3-part-1-finally-posted/page__st__60#entry6064432"]Part 1[/url])

[img]http://i.imgur.com/VJT0W.png[/img]

[size=1]*later that day, backstage*[/size]

[b][i]Agro storms through the backstage area. Seeing Arm dancing in front of a body mirror, Agro approaches with a hand to his throat.[/i][/b]

“Arm, I swear to Falling Pizza: If I so much as see another ‘cabbage patch’ from you, I will-”

“That’s enough, Agro.” [b][i]Black walks in, summoning cheers from the audience in the arena.[/i][/b] “He did nothing to you. Don’t take your pathetic anger out on h-”

“Oh, what do YOU have to say about it?!” Agro [b][i]drops Arm, letting him fall to his knees in recovery.[/i][/b] “Unless you can tell Desperado that he should keep his running mouth out of my business…I don’t want to hear more of your crap…and you should understand why I’m angry. I call out a good-for-nothing announcer for calling me ‘short’, and that guy in a trench coat and cowboy hat comes out to DEFEND him! Tell me, Black: Is that justice?”

[b][i]Black puts his hands on his hips and sighs,[/i][/b] “Look, Agro. It’s not about who’s stupid and who’s smart. It’s about who’s got something to work with. As far as I see: you and Desperado are quite the stir for the show.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, it’s all about [i]show business[/i]!” [b]Agro interrupts, [/b]“It’s all about what the PEOPLE want, not the stars. Who cares about the people?” Boos follow this statement. “I’m here to spread the image of Agro. I’m not here to promote people into selling seats for a goddamn show! People need to know who I am, not to watch me get humiliated by pathetic crowd favorites like Desperado…and ESPECIALLY not people like that…that…dwarf.” [b][i]Agro shudders in silent rage.[/i][/b]

[b][i]Black puts his hand on Agro’s shoulder,[/i][/b] “Cheer up, bud. That was a low blow, I agree. But-”

[b][i]Darkplant strutted in like a pompous businessman,[/i][/b] “But what, Black? Must you continue such an ignorant statement as to whether Agro being taken out by a midget was a fluke?” [b][i]Agro brushes Black’s hand off his shoulder and flinched towards Darkplant, whom only laughed in response,[/i][/b] “Ha! Typical Agro. I can see your next moves from a mile away.”

[b][i]Agro was red in the face,[/i][/b] “Darkplant! You…you…”

“I’m sorry, Agro, I can’t here you over the sound of your secret self-pity.” [b][i]Agro shakes his way out of Black’s hold and tackles Darkplant into a nearby file cabinet, knocking it down. As Black attempts to separate the two, Darkplant punches Agro and throws him across the floor by his hair. Darkplant, smiling, struts towards Agro’s semi-conscious body and makes for his neck, but Agro delivers a headbutt and kicks Darkplant’s gut, sending him careening into a table that breaks in half on impact.[/i][/b]

“Guys!” [b][i]Black continues to break the brawling pair apart,[/i][/b] “Knock it the f*ck off! Knock it off, or I’m calling security to haul your asses out of this arena!” [b][i]Agro, with the same look of anger on his face, vainly backs off as Darkplant gets to his feet.[/i][/b] “Now…here’s what we’re gonna do. Tonight: Agro versus Darkplant…in a Falls Count Anywhere match!” The crowd cheers once again at the idea as Black leaves the two combatants make fiery eye contact.

[url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GepZ5hM3nTw"]Jake’s music is playing[/url]

[color=#ff0000]“Welcome back to YCWE. We have Jake in the ring waiting to face another debuting superstar.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Can’t wait, Rai. But as y’all have seen earlier, Agro has come face to face with Darkplant and is now scheduled for a Falls Count Anywhere match later this evening.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Those two obviously do not see eye to eye, but while we are anxious to see that match, we wait for the newcomer to make his appearance.”[/color]

[b][i]Jake is bouncing his shoulders on the top rope, preparing for his match. Without hesitation, he requests a mic.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Ugh, good lord.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“What’s he got to say now?”[/color]

“Well…can’t say I’m not impressed, but I believe I’m facing someone who has had a grudge with me and my Hotel mates a while back.” [b][i]Boos erupted at the sound of Jake’s voice.[/i][/b]

[color=#8b4513]“I dunno whether to agree with Jake or the audience here.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Jake is right. This guy DID, in fact, have a grudge with him.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“I know, I was there, but the crowd doesn’t care.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“They don’t care about poetry either.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Uh…what?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Nothing.”[/color]

“Now, I figured that he would choose this way of confronting me for that incident because, for one thing, it draws attention towards himself. For another, it-” Before Jake could finish his statement, the whole arena goes dark.

[color=#ff0000]“Who- wha- Loki, what did you do?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“The f*ck are you talking about? I didn’t do anything.”[/color]

[b][i]Flames shoot up from the Titantron as C4 walks through and down the ramp, into the ring.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Well, there he is. C4, in the flesh.”[/color]

[b][i]In the center, he stops and glares at Jake, whom glares back, trying to look somewhat impressed, as C4 lifts his arms up and throws them down to summon flames from all corners of the ring.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“WHO-HO-HO-HOA! That’s hot!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“I should’ve brought my turkey here. Get it all cooked for Thanksgiving.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“No joke.”[/color]

[b][i]Jake flinches in surprise and laughs in astonishment.[/i][/b] “Wow. Wow, I’ll admit, that was pretty impressive. The flames and the-” [b][i]Jake’s mic is slapped out of his hand by the man in the red suit before he is welcomed with a fist to the face, summoning the bell to start the match.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“So are you boycotting the announcer thing?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Yeah. Too much effort to make it exciting.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“You want me to do it?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“I’d rather NOT have another headache, thank you.”[/color]

[b][i]Jake staggers back while C4 follows and throws more punches, all but the last one hitting before Jake charges into C4’s gut, spearing him into the ground.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Ho, a major spear by Jake!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Jake does spears now?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Apparently.”[/color]

[b][i]C4 holds his stomach as Jake walks around the ring, holding his arms out and smiling to draw hate from the crowd. Jake goes for the cover…[/i][/b]

1…2-

[b][i]C4 flinches out to stop the count. Jake frowns and shakes his head, immediately groping C4’s neck in a sleeper hold.[/i][/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Good escape by C4, but immediately fallen victim to a sleeper hold.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Wonder what C4 dreams about…”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“I dunno…fire?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“That’s a start, I guess.”[/color]

[b][i]C4 instinctively attempts to break the hold to no avail, reaching out to the air in front of him. Losing consciousness, C4 takes a last resort and elbows Jake in the gut to make him lose his grip and slips out, bunting Jake in the face and falling to his knees to regain circulation.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“He escapes the hold, but not looking so good.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Do you suppose he’s sleep-crawling?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“If he was, he’d be woken up just about now-”[/color]

[b][i]Jake finds stability and stomps C4 to his belly, gripping the top rope to apply pressure to C4’s head. The referee beckons Jake to stop and begins to count him out, which prompts Jake to back off with his hands up. C4 pulls himself up using the ropes, but Jake interrupts with a foot to the face.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Jake sure loves using his feet.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“He’s kicking ass, Rai.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“That’s his face, though.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Yeah, I know.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“So you’re calling him a butt-face?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Just say ‘ass’, dude…and, yeah? Maybe? I don’t f*ckin’ know, man. I don’t get paid for this.”[/color]

[b][i]Jake makes for another stomp, but C4 dodges and sweeps his leg to trip Jake, whom saves his fall by grabbing the top rope. C4 drop-kicks Jake’s gut and Jake flips in pain like a fish out of water.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Oof! That’s gotta hurt.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Whatever Jake had for lunch before this match…it’s not very happy.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“…if he heard you say that, Loki, it might’ve moved out.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“And then they will live in a mop, then get a flood and drown and-”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Shut up, Thar.”[/color]

[b][i]C4 picks Jake up by the head and throws him towards the ropes, where he bounces back and meets C4’s hand to his throat.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Uh oh, this doesn’t look good for Jake.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Chokehold could only mean one thing.”[/color]

[b][i]C4, hands still around Jake’s throat, lifts him up with the back of his trousers and slams him into the ring.[/i][/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Chokeslam! Called it!”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Way to go, Sherlock.”[/color]

[b][i]C4 covers.[/i][/b]

1…2…………….3!

[b][i]The bell rings. C4’s theme plays.[/i][/b]

[color=#8b4513]“The winner of this match……C4!!!”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“So, um, how’s that headache you said you’d rather not have?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“I said I’d have a headache if YOU announced. Oh, and by the way…you called me Thar earlier. It’s Loki now.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“But it doesn’t work with the meme.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Only Creator can use that meme.”[/color]

[b][i]C4 was offered his hand to be raised by the ref, but he refuses, sliding under the bottom rope to reach under the ring.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Uh oh, what’s he looking for?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“The match is over. What’s he doing?”[/color]

[b][i]C4 pulls out a flamethrower and shoulders it, re-entering the ring.[/i][/b]

[color=#ff0000]“WHOA! WHAT THE- WHERE’D WE GET THAT? WHEN’D WE GET THAT??”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Who cares WHERE or WHEN we got it?! WHAT’S HE GONNA DO WITH IT???”[/color]

[b][i]The referee’s eyes widen as C4 approaches with the weapon wielded. He tries to negotiate with C4 to put it down, but C4 aims it at him.[/i][/b]

[color=#8b4513]“He’s…he’s not gonna BURN the ref, is he?!”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Oh god, what is WITH this guy?”[/color]

[b][i]The arena is lit up as flames shot from the gun into the ref’s face. Shrieking and wallowing in pain, the ref rolls under the bottom rope and up the ramp to the back. C4, weapon still shouldered, looks at Jake and aims it at him.[/i][/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Ah, f*ck me, I saw this coming.”[/color]

[url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEETuSIK_b4"]Opal enters.[/url]

“C4, STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” [b][i]Opal storms in, red in the face,[/i][/b] “C4, I’m warning you! If I see a spark come out of that thing in Jake’s direction, I will expel you from this company! You understand? I will have guards escort you out to a police vehicle that will put you behind bars, then issue a restraining order on you for 10 miles from any YCWE event. Now I’d suggest you drop that weapon right now. Capiche?”

[color=#ff0000]“I’d do as she says, C4.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Yeah, it’ll take more than a flamethrower to stand up against her.”[/color]

[b][i]C4 stared blankly at Opal, keeping the weapon frozen in place pointed at Jake. Waking up, Jake sees it and scrambles in fright, fleeing the arena as Opal dodged his hasty escape through the curtain. C4, still emotionless, points the flamethrower straight up and shoots a fountain of fire, making the crowd go beserk.[/i][/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Where’s my turkey, Rai?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“I dunno, Loki, it’s YOUR turkey. Anyway, things are getting heated here, folks-”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Literally.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Quite. But we will come back. We have a spectacular main event: Agro versus Darkplant in a Falls Count Anywhere match! Stay tuned!”[/color]

[size=1]*commercial break*[/size]
[size=3][/spoiler][/size]

[size=3]Managed to milk out a little more, mainly because of the promo. But yeah, read and comment.[/size]

[size=3]EDIT: Also, I added a few annotations to each part linked to both the previous AND the next part, just so if y'all are new here and want to read through the whole thing, it's easier to make the transition. ^^ [/size]

[Dwarven King]

Oh...my...gravy... O.O

[Thar]

[quote name='Dwarven King' timestamp='1353139169' post='6071676']
Oh...my...gravy... O.O
[/quote]

On your turkey?

[Kōsuke Ueki]

*Headdesk* *Headdesk* *Headdesk*

Not to be rude, Loki, but I think you exaggerated my Kane clone a bit. I mean, really. You could've at least gave me some lines. I don't want to be seen as a guy with anger issues (I get angered easily at times, true, but that doesn't affect my judgement).

So, this is just for consideration: tone down my insanity just enough so that I have reasons behind my actions. I have a bad reputation here already. I don't want to be seen as a mindless beast!

And, to be honest, I expected to fight Desu instead of Jake for some reason. I have no beef with Jake, never have never will. It seems ironic that you would set it up as such. But...

I lol'd when you brought out the flamethrower. Totally unexpected.

[Thar]

It's just a debut, C4. You're character has yet to be fleshed out.

Any more comments?

[Kōsuke Ueki]

Eh, alright. I understand. But like I said, it's a bit exaggerated. Cause I don't really prefer my character to be that much of a Kane clone that much anymore. True, I wouldn't mind him losing his mind occasionally, but I'd prefer having him with devotion similar to John Cena. If you don't mind, you can consider it in the future. Cause I wonder how that would look like.

[Thar]

[quote name='Double C4' timestamp='1353428630' post='6074091']
Eh, alright. I understand. But like I said, it's a bit exaggerated. Cause I don't really prefer my character to be that much of a Kane clone that much anymore. True, I wouldn't mind him losing his mind occasionally, but I'd prefer having him with devotion similar to John Cena. If you don't mind, you can consider it in the future. Cause I wonder how that would look like.
[/quote]

So...a Kane-like character with a John Cena devotion? Sounds a bit controversial, but I'll see what I can do.

[Agro]

Wait. We have a choice as to how our characters act?

I find that unfair because you've been doing the exact opposite of what I would want me to do :\

[Thar]

[quote name='Agro' timestamp='1353676431' post='6076174']
Wait. We have a choice as to how our characters act?
I find that unfair because you've been doing the exact opposite of what I would want me to do :\
[/quote]

Well, to be fair, you haven't exactly TOLD me how you wanted to act.

[Agro]

[quote name='Stone Cold Loki' timestamp='1353682209' post='6076200']
Well, to be fair, you haven't exactly TOLD me how you wanted to act.
[/quote]Because this is a story YOU are writing. And no one else did either.

You didn't make it anywhere clear that that's an option. Hell, you didn't even make it opaque, it wasn't even noted until now.

[Thar]

Part 3 is up! Best to conclude the episode if I'm planning on leaving this on another hiatus.

[spoiler=YCWE - Episode 3 *PART 3*]
([url="http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/282802-ycwe-episode-3-part-2-is-up/page__st__80#entry6071647"]Part 2[/url])

[img]http://i.imgur.com/VJT0W.png[/img]

[b]Meanwhile backstage, the Titantron shows Real DL, Issun, and Renji huddled up by some storage.[/b]

“Okay,” [b]Issun says,[/b] “if we’re gonna pull this off, we need to make a first impression.”

[b]Real DL puts a knuckle to his chin in thought,[/b] “Well… we need a name, first of all.”

“Oh, I know!” [b]Renji cuts in,[/b] “how about… the Soul Reapers?”

[b]Real DL and Issun shake their heads,[/b] “No,” [b]Issun said,[/b] “it can’t already be canon. It needs to be something original. Something not used before…”

[b]Real DL steps in,[/b] “the Chibi Knights?” [b]There’s a long pause before Issun and Renji shake their heads.[/b]

“One problem with that,” [b]Renji states,[/b] “Neither Issun nor I am a part of Chibi Knights.”

[b]Real DL frowns and continues to think. At last, Issun snaps his fingers,[/b] “I got it! …Bleached… Poncles!”

[b]Renji repeats the name in his head,[/b] “Doesn’t really roll off the tongue, but it’s definitely original.”

“I like it.” [b]Real DL nods,[/b] “You like it, Issun?”

“It’s better than my other idea,” [b]Issun took a deep breath to say the other name before Agro storms by, staring at the group and not saying a word before continuing. The Bleached Poncles stared at the departing superstar, awkwardly shrugging it off,[/b] “yeah, it’s best if I just didn’t mention it.”[b] The group dispatched with goodbye gestures.[/b]

~

Back in the arena, [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65ax6DmXoPc"]Agro enters[/url]

[color=#ff0000]“We are back with more YCWE as Agro makes his way to the ring for a ‘falls-count-anywhere’ match against newly debuted Darkplant.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“What a heated battle this is gonna turn out to be. Pins can happen anywhere in this arena, even backstage.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Surely the audience will get a true ‘behind-the-scenes’ feel with this match.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“I work here and I haven’t even gotten a tour of the place. This is an exciting opportunity.”[/color]

[b]Coming out from the curtain, Agro jogs in place in the center of the stage and throws his fists in the air, throwing them downward by his rock-solid hips as he struts to the arena. The crowd shows mixed feelings for the combatant, hurling boos and chants, “AGRO! A**HOLE!” and “KICK HIS ASS!”[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Well, that’s a new chant.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“I guess they think Agro’s an a**hole.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Wait… isn’t Desperado the a**hole?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“We’ll leave them to decide.”[/color]

[b]Agro gets himself ready as he gets into the ring, jogging in place more and climbing the turnbuckle to raise his fists and stir up an ovation in that section of the crowd. As he waits for his opponent, he circles the ring, pumping himself up by swinging his arms around and pulling on the ropes to get a feel for their durability, all while grunting and grimacing to show his merciless attitude.[/b]

[url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kus8pXV99CY"]Darkplant enters[/url]

[color=#8b4513]“Here’s the man himself. Darkplant.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Darkplant is known for his erupting ego in the TCG section that rivals Agro.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“That is definitely saying something, there.”[/color]

[b]Appearing on stage, Darkplant receives an ovation as he closes his eyes and droops his head, hiding his body within his cloak. As his name was announced, his arms shot out, spreading widely reaching for the crowd as the cloak was basically blown off of his back. He then formed fists and brought his arms to his side, shaking them while yelling until his face turned red and the nerves on his head popped out.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Whoa, look out, Agro, he’s mad.”[/color]

[b]Agro looked at the coming opponent, rolling his eyes as he continued to circle the ring. Darkplant’s descending on the ramp was followed by sparks flying left and right from the stage, annunciated by more of Darkplant’s vicious display of air punches.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Whoa, hello!”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“What a way to intimidate his opponent.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“I don’t think Agro’s scared. I think he’s more annoyed if anything.”[/color]

[b]As soon as both superstars were in the ring, they clashed, signaling the bell.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Whoop, I guess they decided not to mess around.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“A clash of two equally egotistic superstars has erupted and the match has started!”[/color]

[b]Agro was already hooking punches to Darkplant’s torso, prompting Darkplant to brace himself. As Agro makes for a hook to Darkplant’s face, Darkplant ducks and tackles Agro to the ground, wailing on his head.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Darkplant provoking a hook of Agro’s arm and now he’s wailing on him!”[/color]

[b]The ref beckons Darkplant to back off as Darkplant kicks Agro before, indeed, backing off. As Agro made his way to the turnbuckle to pull himself up, Darkplant charges, but Agro turns around and reflexively jumps to deliver a knee to Darkplant’s face.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Oof! I hope he remembers this match afterwards.”[/color]

[b]As Darkplant staggers back from the blow to the head, he turns around to meet Agro in a clothesline.[/b]

[b]Agro covers.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“The cover!!”[/color]

[i]1…2…[/i]

[b]Darkplant kicks out, and Agro stands up in frustration as he lifts Darkplant from the ground from his hair and delivers an uppercut, knocking Darkplant into the corner and charges, but Darkplant dodges and Agro cringes from the impact.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Agro is NOT messing around. He wants this guy down for good.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“That turnbuckle is gonna feel that in the morning.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Turnbuckles have feelings?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Why not? You ever consider inanimate objects to have their own souls?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Not really, no.”[/color]

[b]Darkplant is still recovering as Agro rushes with another clothesline and doubles Darkplant over the ropes.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“And now the ‘falls-count-anywhere’ match officially begins!”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Indeed, pins count anywhere in the arena, which means this place is just as good as the ring.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Just with more variety.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“And convenience.”[/color]

[b]Darkplant struggles to get up as Agro rolls out of the ring to join him, grabbing his temples and throwing him into the steel steps, separating them from the ring.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Oh god! Steel steps!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Agro’s using Darkplant’s head as a steel smith’s hammer for those steps!”[/color]

[b]With Darkplant incapacitated, Agro covers.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Agro covers again!”[/color]

[i]1…..2…..[/i]

[b]Darkplant kicks out. Agro mouths off at the ref as the ref disregards Agro’s assumptions.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“I would agree with Agro. Those steps should’ve finished Darkplant.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Taking sides, are we?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“No, I’m just saying… those are f*cking STEEL STEPS!”[/color]

[b]Red in the face, Agro picks up Darkplant and socks his ribs, making him bend over to embrace him around the torso and pick him up. When Argo was ready to spike Darkplant, Darkplant elbows Agro’s head and slips out of his hold, trying to keep his balance as he punches Agro in the face, knocking him into the barrier where the crowd chanted Darkplant’s name.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Agro attempts to land an ‘Agro Crag’ on Darkplant, but Darkplant saves himself.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“And what a punch by Darkplant!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“YEAH, DARKPLANT!”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Hey, you ARE taking sides!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Am not!”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Are too!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“But just listen to the crowd chant his name like a superhero!”[/color]

[b]Agro was infuriated with his lack of support and doubles Darkplant over once more, carrying him by the neck and the trousers to toss him into another section of the barrier near the commentator’s table.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Whoa, that was close.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“The battles making its way here! I’m ready to abandon my chair.”[/color]

[b]As Agro approaches Darkplant for another assault, Arm is seen walking down the ramp with a long hose.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Wait, is that Arm?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Oh my god, are you serious?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“What is he pulling out into the arena?!”[/color]

[b]The crazy crowd draws Agro’s attention and makes his way to the cover.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Agro covers once again!”[/color]

[i]1….2..[/i]

[b]Arm makes his way to the clear path between the hose and Agro, firing a harsh stream of water at Agro, throwing him over the barrier.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Oh no!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Arm, stop it! You’re making a mess!”[/color]

[b]The bell rings: [/b]“Your winner as a result of disqualification: AAAGGGGRRROOOO!!!” [b]Arm unknowingly steps on the hose, making the water stop and making it safe for Agro to recover back into the fighting area to assault Arm. Arm is bewildered by the sudden stop of water pressure, but lifts his foot from the hose and returns the spray into Agro, knocking him back again. Arm smiles and, hose in hand, breaks into a casual dance as his [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFh0J8Ph18U"]theme[/url] plays commemorating his “victory”.[/b]

Flames shoot up from the stage, and [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGQotw9Hbbg"]C4 enters[/url] with his flamethrower wielded.

[color=#8b4513]“Oh my god.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Will this day get any worse?”[/color]

[b]Arm is startled by C4’s entrance and stops the water pressure to turn the hose towards him. C4 made a quick way towards Arm as he readies the flamethrower, but Arm already releases the spray at C4 and makes him fall back while disarming the weapon.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Good save by Arm, but why a hose?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Maybe he just wanted to wash out the filth that was in this ring?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“By filth you mean your body odor?”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“Hey! I showered TWICE this week.”[/color]

[b]C4 runs to grab it while avoiding the spray and fires it hastily at Arm, but the flames met the water and made a cloud of steam that blinded everyone in its sphere.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Whoa! Fire and water have clashed!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“That’s one way to let off some steam!”[/color]

[b]Both superstars ceased fire, and C4 made for the curtain, but Desperado was there to stop him with a chokehold.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“Oh no, C4, you shouldn’t have come out here in the first place!”[/color]

“…a flamethrower?” [b]Desperado sighs,[/b] “Really?” [b]C4 attempted to part Desperado’s fingers to make way for air, but Desperado threw him into the ground,[/b] “It’s sad how someone like Arm can stop such a heartless weapon with just water,”

[color=#8b4513]“Well, that’s kinda how it works. You put fire out with water.”[/color]

[b]Sarcasm could be heard in Desperado’s voice as he picked up the flamethrower from the ground and snapped it in half with his knee,[/b] “This piece of crap is more useful as a remote control car.” [b]As Desperado dropped the mic to leave, C4 picked up one half of the broken weapon and bashed Desperado in the back of the head, knocking him down.[/b]

[color=#ff0000]“Hey, whoa! C4 knocked Desperado down!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“What is he, inSAIYAN?”[/color] [b]Rai smacks Loki for the pathetic reference.[/b] [color=#8b4513]“…ow.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“You deserved that.”[/color]

[b]As the crowd booed at the sight of the phenom on his knees, C4 picked up the mic,[/b] “…I won’t let you have the last word this time, Desperado,” [b]more boos filled the arena,[/b] “You think you’re so tough, don’t ya? Well, let’s see how tough you are in the ring with me!” [b]C4 drops the mic and raises his arms, throwing them down to summon flames from the stage where he stood and vanishing to leave Desperado laying there. Agro and Arm were still at ringside, eying each other, and Arm was still holding the hose.[/b]

[color=#8b4513]“C4 on Desperado.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“Arm on Agro.”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“You thinking what I’m thinking, Rai?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000]“We’ll find out next time, for this concludes our show today. Thank you all for watching, and we will see you all again soon!”[/color]
[color=#8b4513]“…define soon…”[/color]

[size=2]*fade to black*[/size]
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Read and comment. ^^

[Toffee.]

I WARNED YOU ABOUT HOSES BRO, I TOLD YOU DOG!

[Thar]

[quote name='Armadilloz' timestamp='1355293364' post='6091146']
I WARNED YOU ABOUT HOSES BRO, I TOLD YOU DOG!
[/quote]

IT KEEPS HAPPENING!

*water keeps spraying for 15 panels*

[Dwarven King]

Heh...Agro got hosed. :3

[Kōsuke Ueki]

Heh. I'm a little surprised that I showed up AGAIN with the flamethrower in hand. And in a sense, you're kinda right about Desu always getting the last word. I find it ironic that you actually were able to deduce that. I thought you would see it the other way around. Eh, glad you understand how I feel at times (Sorta)

BTW, what's the point of the hiatus?

[Thar]

[quote name='Double C4' timestamp='1355331818' post='6091324']
BTW, what's the point of the hiatus?
[/quote]

The purpose of completing the full episode is so, in case I procrastinate and end up blowing it off, I don't have to feel OCD about leaving it dangling.

[Thar]

*ahem*

 

[spoiler=YCWE - Episode 4 *PART 1*]

 

 

Theme plays

 

Pyronetics spasm from the stage under the Titantron as an eerie silence lingered in the arena. Not a soul was in the audience, and sitting alone at the announcing table was none other than Thar, resting his head on his hands and sighing.

 

“It’s been about four and a half months since the last episode, and I’m still here.” Thar pondered on his thoughts for a moment before being startled by Dwarven’s theme hitting. As Dwarven walked down the ramp towards the ring, Thar facedesked. “Dwarven,” he sighed, “I appreciate that you’re trying to get the show running, but take a good look at the audience…” Thar gestured to the massive emptiness that were the seats which could be seating thousands, but left nothing to marvel over, “there are no spectators anywhere. We’re dead, Dwarven. We’re all out of ideas.”

 

Dwarven frowned, circling around the ring to meet Thar, “We can whip up an audience, can’t we?” The tone in his voice was that of a newly becoming father talking to his baby, “They have a status bar for that, don’t they? Just advertise like crazy!”

 

Thar covered his eyes and sighed once more, “Dwarven… I’ve posted many links in the status bar that advertise my topics and it is just not worth it.” He sank back down into his chair, sliding back a tad into the barricade behind him, “I’m sick of resorting to pathetic linking to draw people in. If they’re not interested, then they’re not interested.”

 

Hearing such pitiful words made Dwarven sigh and walk away, “Thar… I’m sorry, alright? I’m just trying to help.”

 

“I know, Dwarven. I kno-”

 

Jake’s theme plays.

 

Both Thar and Dwarven perked up at the sound of Jake, both confused and relieved at the same time. Jake, albeit not having an audience, spoke into the microphone, “Well, Thar, I know awkward silence when I see it, but this is just ridiculous.”

 

“The fic is dead, Jake. It’s been dead for over four months.”

 

“Yet you’re still here.”

 

“I know. I just… can’t seem to leave it be. It’s my most successful fic here and to only have three episodes is just… just…”

 

“Unfinished?”

 

“Yeah, that.”

 

“Well, Thar, if you want this to be up and running again, then try and think of something that the audience will love.”

 

“What audience?”

 

“The audience outside this arena. The audience that you are going to bring in here.”

 

Thar got tense, but Jake’s advice was all he had to work with, “Alright, I’ll see what-”

 

Once again interrupted, Creator entered the arena. His music did not play, but he was still dressed up full of glory. Snatching Jake’s mic, he spoke, “Thar…” he took a deep breath, “…shut up.”

 

“Good to see you again, Creator.”

 

“Likewise, although not in a friendly way. However, I understand how this long of a hiatus can feel. Take a look at me! You think a long absence from YCM to attend boot camp was worth it? It may seem so, but let me tell ya, it feels good to be back!”

 

Somehow Thar did not believe him, “If it’s good to be back, then what was the big deal before you left?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“You know, the last status you posted before leaving. The one saying something like ‘the sh*t people put up with-’”

 

Creator frowned, “Shut up, Thar. Seriously. That is none of your business and it’s not worth talking about.

 

Dwarven stood there motionless, clueless as to what to do. After the dialogue between the other guys in the arena took a pause, Dwarven spoke, “So… we have a few people here. Should we start something?”

 

Everyone in the arena glared at Dwarven, “No!” Dwarven flung his head back in frustration, dropped his mic, and walked out of the arena through the curtain, where Creator and Jake stood. Thar was still at the announcing table.

 

“Guys… maybe Dwarven’s right. You guys can be pretty entertaining at times. If we’re gonna get this show going again, we might as well just be ourselves with mics in front of our mouths.”

 

Creator replied, “Yeah, we can be ourselves. I can be god, Jake can be a schizophrenic pseudo-father with an imaginary daughter, and you, Thar, can make everyone happy by not talking at all.”

 

“Imaginary?” Jake spat, “Lora is not imaginary. At least not to me.”

 

“Of course she’s not imaginary to you because, in our perspective, you ARE her!”

 

“Even as a guy who’s his own imaginary daughter, I still pull off the looks better than your gladiator get-up.”

 

“I’d tell you to shut the hell up, but that would make Thar angry. He doesn’t want his meme being thrust upon others.”

 

Black enters, “Did I just hear ‘Shut up Thar’ in here?” Everyone else eyed him in shock, not expecting his arrival.

 

“Yes, you did, in a way. It wasn’t word for word like that.”

 

“But it was in between the lines. That’s good enough for me.” Black gave a paralyzing gaze to Thar, whom was affected by it as such; motionless and wordless.

 

Soon Thar snapped out of it, “To be fair, Black, you kinda ruined it by calling Strike-”

 

“Shut up Thar.”

 

The moment was broken by what looked like a new member of the community. He was scrawny, pale, and had the mannerism of a dying dog. The new member looked around, assumingly on crystal with such rapid head movements and quick breathing.

 

“Hey guys,” he sputtered, “you wanna look at my cards? I just made them. I think they’re awesome!” The kid dug out a set of worn, stinky pieces of paper with a card display on each of them. Everyone had a glance of them, but barely managed to back away in time to ease the vomit in their throats that was about to erupt. The cards were awful.

 

Black zeroed in on the kid’s cards, getting that same impression but able to resist getting sick. He only shook his head, “Kid,” he sighed, “if you think you’re gonna get serious feedback from these pieces of toilet paper, then you’ve got a long way to go.” Black snatched the cards from the kid’s hand and tore them up, throwing them into the air and watched them scatter all over the stage, “I did you a favor just now. Now no one else can make a mess of themselves when they see these… things.”

 

The kid was stiff and wide-eyed, eyeing the pieces of his cards that lofted slowly to the ground. At first it could be seen that tears were forming, but his eyes dried them up with flames in his irises, triggering a heated rage.

 

“U R THE IMBODIMENT OF AN A**HOLE!” the entire arena echoed back his anger. He stomped towards Black with a fist raised.

 

Black laughed, “An a**hole? Really now, you should know the difference between my a**hole and a vagina, little tike. That way you know which one is more ideal to f*ck.”

 

“YOU CALLING ME A DUMB F****T?” the kid’s eyes were lifted up to where Black’s was by standing on his toes, “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM IN TWO ADVANCED CLASSES! WHO’S THE DUMB ONE NOW?”

 

The blind rage from the new kid triggered a miracle. As Thar directed his attention to the entrances scattered around the bleachers, a few people started showing up, curious of the noise blaring through the building.

 

“U SHOULD BE SENT TO HELL, KICKED OUT, AND HAVE YOUR SOUL RIPPED OUT!!!!!” As the kid screamed in his face, Black looked around the arena to see people coming in and filling the seats. He smiled and grabbed the kid by the collar, dragging him into the ring. The growing audience began to cheer Black’s name.

 

“Hey kid,” Black said in the mic with his other hand, “Since you’re new, I’ll fill you in on the get go. First of all: Speaking in all-caps is a cockblock for being a semi-decent member to say the least. Second: Cussing and threatening someone only proves how much of an insecure b*tch you are. And third: I am a mod, and as you and everyone else should know… you f*ck with a mod, you could get burned.”

 

“Ha, indirect Spongebob reference.”

 

Black cringed, “Thar…”

 

“Yeah yeah, I know, shut up.”

 

Creator walked up behind Thar, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Good boy.”

 

“Good boy? Creator, Thar is MY pet, not yours.” Daemon was behind Creator after walking into the arena through the curtain. Creator looked back at him, returning the fiery eye-contact that Daemon had locked onto his possible future opponent in a match. The crowd was blaring at what was transpiring in the ring with Black and the flaming kid.

 

With his hand cupped around the kid’s throat, Black said one last remark in the mic, “Kid… I don’t know whether to kill you or thank you for this, but you’ve revived Thar’s fic. Congrats, I guess.” With that, Black threw the kid over the ropes and watched him get hang time before splattering on the floor, nearly breaking every bone in his upper body.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to YCWE!!!!!”

 

An awkward silence echoed, but was followed with a massive “SHUT UP THAR!” from the audience. Thar couldn’t help but laugh, striding back to the announcement table to take a seat as Creator and Daemon’s faces collided in contest.

 

*cut to commercial*

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[Dwarven King]

And I was THIS close to loosing all hope in you. THIS close. 

[Thar]

And I was THIS close to *losing all hope in you. THIS close. 

 

I'm surprised that you had any hope for me at all.

 

Regardless, I only wrote it from impulse. I really don't care if anyone reads it or not. I just wanted to get the idea written out on paper before I lost it. It's the way of the writer.