Post by Nightmare on Feb 1, 2006 23:43:04 GMT -5
The Crusher smiles back at the man wearing the red/black mask, who smiles in return. Then, Apocalypse reaches for the back of his head, and in one swift motion, removes the mask, tossing it to one side.
Crusher: So . . . back to The Nightmare, now?
The man standing across from Crusher smiles, his eyes closed. At this point, nobody knows at all what to call him. He opens his eyes to reveal the icy bright green of his eyes. He nods, slowly.
Nightmare: Yes, Apocalypse is no more. The way things were is how things ought to be.
Crusher shrugs, as though he has absolutely no idea what he is talking about. The Nightmare walks toward Crusher, slowly, and stretches out his hand, in thanks. Crusher hesitantly shakes the hand, and The Crusher's eyes widen.
Crusher: Frick, man! I just had an awesome idea!!
The Nightmare raises an eyebrow.
Crusher: Why don't you and I form a tag team? Yea, we could be called "Avenged Sevenfold"!
The Nightmare frowns, as though he were considering the offer, and nods his head. Suddenly, out of the shadows, jumps a familiar figure. The muscular shape of Blake Larkinson, readying himself in his Ju-Jitsu postion. The Crusher walks up to Nightmare's side, and they both charge Blake, who throws various martial arts moves in their way. The Nightmare dodges a round-house kick, Crusher dodges a straight punch, and they both get underneath him, hoisting him up, and POUNDS him into the ground with a vicious double-choke-bomb. The Crusher is fired up now, and wants more, but Nightmare walks away to leave Blake to suffer. The Crusher follows closely.
Crusher: Hey! I was just gettin' fired up, bro!
Nightmare: (shaking his head) No, you need your energy for tomorrow. Besides, your part of The Team now.
Crusher: Yea . . . the team. Wait a minute, what team?
The Nightmare smiles, and we cut out.
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Crusher appears with permission.
Crusher: So . . . back to The Nightmare, now?
The man standing across from Crusher smiles, his eyes closed. At this point, nobody knows at all what to call him. He opens his eyes to reveal the icy bright green of his eyes. He nods, slowly.
Nightmare: Yes, Apocalypse is no more. The way things were is how things ought to be.
Crusher shrugs, as though he has absolutely no idea what he is talking about. The Nightmare walks toward Crusher, slowly, and stretches out his hand, in thanks. Crusher hesitantly shakes the hand, and The Crusher's eyes widen.
Crusher: Frick, man! I just had an awesome idea!!
The Nightmare raises an eyebrow.
Crusher: Why don't you and I form a tag team? Yea, we could be called "Avenged Sevenfold"!
The Nightmare frowns, as though he were considering the offer, and nods his head. Suddenly, out of the shadows, jumps a familiar figure. The muscular shape of Blake Larkinson, readying himself in his Ju-Jitsu postion. The Crusher walks up to Nightmare's side, and they both charge Blake, who throws various martial arts moves in their way. The Nightmare dodges a round-house kick, Crusher dodges a straight punch, and they both get underneath him, hoisting him up, and POUNDS him into the ground with a vicious double-choke-bomb. The Crusher is fired up now, and wants more, but Nightmare walks away to leave Blake to suffer. The Crusher follows closely.
Crusher: Hey! I was just gettin' fired up, bro!
Nightmare: (shaking his head) No, you need your energy for tomorrow. Besides, your part of The Team now.
Crusher: Yea . . . the team. Wait a minute, what team?
The Nightmare smiles, and we cut out.
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Crusher appears with permission.