Post by aknlfan on Jun 5, 2021 16:09:48 GMT
Crime. Corruption. Fear. Hatred. These are the forces that seem to rule the world today. Every time you turn on the news, it feels like the days of loving thy neighbor and following the golden rule have long since passed. Many ask if there is any such thing as true justice, or even the American dream itself, amongst all the pain, suffering, and unrest of modern times? Is there anyone looking out for us, as even our once most trusted authorities seem to let us down time after time? Well, even in this challenging time… there are heroes. Heroes for our time, heroes that can be found in daily life… but what of superheroes? What of those who with great power, held with great responsibility, can avenge those who have been wronged, and bring judgement to the truly wicked forces of the world? Surely that is mere fiction, a childish fantasy inspired by comics and television… but you would be wrong, friends, for three brave souls have taken up their masked identities, and have chosen to live their lives dedicated to truth, justice, and the ways of an unspecified democratic country. Three men from three different nations and creeds, but united as brothers. We are courageous. We are powerful. We come in peace… and evildoers shall leave in pieces!
We come into the underground base of the last team of heroes in wrestling today, Super Eric standing in the center of the communications room, looking out into seeming nothingness with a look of stoic determination on his masked face.
Super Eric: “... We are, the Prince Justice Brotherhood,”
Shark Boy: “CODDAMNIT ERIC, SHUT THE CLAM UP ALREADY,”
Super Eric turned away from the drywall to non other than the Stone Cold Fish, Shark Boy, who had been sitting in a nearby loveseat reading a novel... Moby Dick, of course.
Super Eric: “What is the matter, my aquatic ally?”
Shark Boy: “You’re monologuing to nobody again son! And it’s a clam good thing there’s nobody hearing ya either, because that was all just a load of carp!”
Super Eric: “Oh my surly seafarer, there’s no guarantee that there’s no one out there to hear my words. There might be extraterrestrials, or perhaps even those that view us from a plane of existence we cannot even comprehend, but they all must be inspired by our mighty brotherhood as well! The message of justice must be spread not just in our world, but across the multiverse!”
Shark Boy: “... You are one sorry son of a baitfish. Next time, why don’t you ramble on somewhere where Shark Boy isn’t doing his daily reading, WHAT?! Reading a book, WHAT?! Engaging in literature, WHAT?! Digesting the written word, WHA-”
BONK
A orange and yellow patterned cane would wack Shark Boy right upside the head, making the half man and half shark drop his reading material before rubbing at the region near his dorsal fin.
Shark Boy: “WHAT THE SHELL WAS THAT?!”
He's hot, he's spicy, he TASTES GREAT!!! Curry Man was now in the room, looking down at Shark Boy with disapproval.
Curry Man: “You talk… too much,”
Shark Boy: “You got to be reeling me, you say good ol Shark Boy is talking too much, but were you just shoving bullion cubes up your coddamn ears as our glorious leader spoke to NOTHING just a moment ago?”
Curry Man: “His words inspire, like uh… like FDR, or someone like that,”
Shark Boy: “FDR? WHAT?! More like F D R you asking for me to stomp a trench in your bass!? I don’t know why I put up with all this whale dung!”
Curry Man: “Watch your tongue, fish man, or you might become…”
Shark Boy: “What?”
Curry Man: “....”
Curry Man's demeanor became much more pensive as he rested his chin on his cane
Shark Boy: “You better finish your sentence before Shark Boy raises tides!”
Curry Man: “Shark. Fin. Soup”
There was a moment of silence, the two men simply staring at one another... before Shark Boy jumped up to his feet, his teeth baredas always due to his mask design but look he's real mad now
Shark Boy: “OH SHELL NO,”
Super Eric quickly got in between his partners, Curry Man seeming to cower behind his own cane as Shark Boy tried to reach out at him, or maybe just at his oversized top hat.
Curry Man: “Do not hit me, I bruise easy!”
Shark Boy: “I’M GONNA DROP YOU ON THAT STACK OF CORAL YOU CALL A NECK YOU FLAVORFUL SON OF A BAITFISH!!!”
Super Eric: “My heroic homies, cease this violence at once! We mustn't fight each other when a much more beneficial use of our energies is right around the corner. We must fight as one!”
Shark Boy would back down, arms crossed.
Super Eric: “Shark Boy, apologize to our spicy friend,”
Shark Boy: “Mothertrawler… I guess ol Shark Boy is sorry... I feel sick, I need my clam juice…”
Super Eric: “Now, return that genuine apology, bringer of Curry,”
Curry Man: “I am sorry… much gomen,”
An alarm sound that sounded like a generic ringtone suddenly rang through the room, making Super Eric come to attention and race over to the room's high tech video broadcast device... which looked like the television that would get rolled out for classroom movie nights at school.
Super Eric: “We must put this quarrel aside, there’s a message from the chief!"
Eric switched the screen on and by whatever means, a familiar visage appeared.
J.B: “Hello Prince Justice Brotherhood, this is chief Jeremy Borash reporting in from an undisclosed location,”
Super Eric: “It is always nice to see your digitized facial features, J.B”
Shark Boy: “Speak for yourself,”
J.B: “The reason for this video call is because I wanted to give you three a preview of your opponents this Sunday. On that night you three will begin your fight against the criminal element of Cyberfights against Jeff Hardy and the Motor City Machine Guns,”
Curry Man: “Jeff Hardy? OH! I know Jeff Hardy! Peroxwhy?gen is very good music,”
Shark Boy: “How in the blue shell do you pronounce the question mark there?”
Curry Man: “?”
Shark Boy: “WHAT?!”
Super Eric: “Indeed, Jeff Hardy is a familiar face, as are the Motor City Machine Guns, the finest tag team to come out of Detroit!”
Shark Boy: “Nothing good ever came from Detroit, Eric, least of all that bionic legged son of a baitfish Kevin Nash! He makes me SICK! WHAT?! Super cracker! WHAT?! Can’t walk without hurting his quad. WHAT?! What a pittance! WHAT?! He’s the-”
Curry Man: “You are doing it again!”
Super Eric: “Indeed, while we cannot discount the presence of Mr. Nash, the focus must be on the gunmen who will be occupying the ring! There’s no doubt that Jeff Hardy and the Machine Guns are a talented trio, but they have all made poor choices regarding living clean lifestyles! We must set a good example to all the good boys and girls watching CCW to say their prayers, eat their vitamins, and-”
Curry Man: “Ah ah ah, no lawsuit,”
J.B: “It is good to hear that all three of you will be focused. I have been developing leads that there’s something more sinister afoot, beyond even the context of the goings on in CCW. I will report to you all on that matter when there’s more information available,”
Super Eric: “Much appreciated J.B, for now… we will focus on achieving a truly suitable debut for our heroic selves,”
Curry Man: “There shall be dancing, spice, and victory!”
Shark Boy: “I’ve been waiting so long to raise some tide my shark fin has been getting stiff! And that’s the fishing line because Shark Boy said so!”
Super Eric: “PRINCE JUSTICE BROTHERHOOD, TAKE FLIGHT,”
Super Eric shifted into a heroic pose, his hands on his hips as if he was gonna take off into the wild blue yonder at any moment... as Shark Boy and Curry Man both looked at him in confusion. The other hero from Metropolis looked between his partners before his posture relaxed.
Super Eric: “When the time of our match comes, of course. I got a little excited there,”
Curry Man: “Indeed, for now it is time to prepare the dinner meal,”
Shark Boy: “I swear to cod, if it’s more curry or something to do with noodles..."
We come into the underground base of the last team of heroes in wrestling today, Super Eric standing in the center of the communications room, looking out into seeming nothingness with a look of stoic determination on his masked face.
Super Eric: “... We are, the Prince Justice Brotherhood,”
Shark Boy: “CODDAMNIT ERIC, SHUT THE CLAM UP ALREADY,”
Super Eric turned away from the drywall to non other than the Stone Cold Fish, Shark Boy, who had been sitting in a nearby loveseat reading a novel... Moby Dick, of course.
Super Eric: “What is the matter, my aquatic ally?”
Shark Boy: “You’re monologuing to nobody again son! And it’s a clam good thing there’s nobody hearing ya either, because that was all just a load of carp!”
Super Eric: “Oh my surly seafarer, there’s no guarantee that there’s no one out there to hear my words. There might be extraterrestrials, or perhaps even those that view us from a plane of existence we cannot even comprehend, but they all must be inspired by our mighty brotherhood as well! The message of justice must be spread not just in our world, but across the multiverse!”
Shark Boy: “... You are one sorry son of a baitfish. Next time, why don’t you ramble on somewhere where Shark Boy isn’t doing his daily reading, WHAT?! Reading a book, WHAT?! Engaging in literature, WHAT?! Digesting the written word, WHA-”
BONK
A orange and yellow patterned cane would wack Shark Boy right upside the head, making the half man and half shark drop his reading material before rubbing at the region near his dorsal fin.
Shark Boy: “WHAT THE SHELL WAS THAT?!”
He's hot, he's spicy, he TASTES GREAT!!! Curry Man was now in the room, looking down at Shark Boy with disapproval.
Curry Man: “You talk… too much,”
Shark Boy: “You got to be reeling me, you say good ol Shark Boy is talking too much, but were you just shoving bullion cubes up your coddamn ears as our glorious leader spoke to NOTHING just a moment ago?”
Curry Man: “His words inspire, like uh… like FDR, or someone like that,”
Shark Boy: “FDR? WHAT?! More like F D R you asking for me to stomp a trench in your bass!? I don’t know why I put up with all this whale dung!”
Curry Man: “Watch your tongue, fish man, or you might become…”
Shark Boy: “What?”
Curry Man: “....”
Curry Man's demeanor became much more pensive as he rested his chin on his cane
Shark Boy: “You better finish your sentence before Shark Boy raises tides!”
Curry Man: “Shark. Fin. Soup”
There was a moment of silence, the two men simply staring at one another... before Shark Boy jumped up to his feet, his teeth bared
Shark Boy: “OH SHELL NO,”
Super Eric quickly got in between his partners, Curry Man seeming to cower behind his own cane as Shark Boy tried to reach out at him, or maybe just at his oversized top hat.
Curry Man: “Do not hit me, I bruise easy!”
Shark Boy: “I’M GONNA DROP YOU ON THAT STACK OF CORAL YOU CALL A NECK YOU FLAVORFUL SON OF A BAITFISH!!!”
Super Eric: “My heroic homies, cease this violence at once! We mustn't fight each other when a much more beneficial use of our energies is right around the corner. We must fight as one!”
Shark Boy would back down, arms crossed.
Super Eric: “Shark Boy, apologize to our spicy friend,”
Shark Boy: “Mothertrawler… I guess ol Shark Boy is sorry... I feel sick, I need my clam juice…”
Super Eric: “Now, return that genuine apology, bringer of Curry,”
Curry Man: “I am sorry… much gomen,”
An alarm sound that sounded like a generic ringtone suddenly rang through the room, making Super Eric come to attention and race over to the room's high tech video broadcast device... which looked like the television that would get rolled out for classroom movie nights at school.
Super Eric: “We must put this quarrel aside, there’s a message from the chief!"
Eric switched the screen on and by whatever means, a familiar visage appeared.
J.B: “Hello Prince Justice Brotherhood, this is chief Jeremy Borash reporting in from an undisclosed location,”
Super Eric: “It is always nice to see your digitized facial features, J.B”
Shark Boy: “Speak for yourself,”
J.B: “The reason for this video call is because I wanted to give you three a preview of your opponents this Sunday. On that night you three will begin your fight against the criminal element of Cyberfights against Jeff Hardy and the Motor City Machine Guns,”
Curry Man: “Jeff Hardy? OH! I know Jeff Hardy! Peroxwhy?gen is very good music,”
Shark Boy: “How in the blue shell do you pronounce the question mark there?”
Curry Man: “?”
Shark Boy: “WHAT?!”
Super Eric: “Indeed, Jeff Hardy is a familiar face, as are the Motor City Machine Guns, the finest tag team to come out of Detroit!”
Shark Boy: “Nothing good ever came from Detroit, Eric, least of all that bionic legged son of a baitfish Kevin Nash! He makes me SICK! WHAT?! Super cracker! WHAT?! Can’t walk without hurting his quad. WHAT?! What a pittance! WHAT?! He’s the-”
Curry Man: “You are doing it again!”
Super Eric: “Indeed, while we cannot discount the presence of Mr. Nash, the focus must be on the gunmen who will be occupying the ring! There’s no doubt that Jeff Hardy and the Machine Guns are a talented trio, but they have all made poor choices regarding living clean lifestyles! We must set a good example to all the good boys and girls watching CCW to say their prayers, eat their vitamins, and-”
Curry Man: “Ah ah ah, no lawsuit,”
J.B: “It is good to hear that all three of you will be focused. I have been developing leads that there’s something more sinister afoot, beyond even the context of the goings on in CCW. I will report to you all on that matter when there’s more information available,”
Super Eric: “Much appreciated J.B, for now… we will focus on achieving a truly suitable debut for our heroic selves,”
Curry Man: “There shall be dancing, spice, and victory!”
Shark Boy: “I’ve been waiting so long to raise some tide my shark fin has been getting stiff! And that’s the fishing line because Shark Boy said so!”
Super Eric: “PRINCE JUSTICE BROTHERHOOD, TAKE FLIGHT,”
Super Eric shifted into a heroic pose, his hands on his hips as if he was gonna take off into the wild blue yonder at any moment... as Shark Boy and Curry Man both looked at him in confusion. The other hero from Metropolis looked between his partners before his posture relaxed.
Super Eric: “When the time of our match comes, of course. I got a little excited there,”
Curry Man: “Indeed, for now it is time to prepare the dinner meal,”
Shark Boy: “I swear to cod, if it’s more curry or something to do with noodles..."