Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Jun 6, 2007 15:03:19 GMT -5
There is a brightly lit room, more like a chamber, slides of light bound off of each other from various corners and walls. The room seems to be of a Hexagonal shape, six sides of masterwork stone and iron put together to showcase this one prize that can be seen by all audiences, if there was one. In the very middle of the chamber there is a pedestal with a rather large item placed directly in the middle of it. A long wrought iron rod, with the end of it completed with a prominent bludgeoning anvil of an item. Indeed it would be wise to few this as a Mallet, also known as a Maul, also known as a club, also known as….a Hammer. Many men and women have already tried their hands at lifting this hammer, and failed. What could be so special about something that could be lifted by any proficient black smith? Well its quite easy, this is Thor’s Hammer.
Just then, we see Corporal Punishment, a man who’s muscles are dwarfed only by his desire for pain to be inflicted upon himself and his opponents. Large custom made linens of cameo with a green beret placed over his shaved head. Black combat boots, fit enough to fit two combat knives each. He walks straight up to the device known for lightning and war, until he stopped and thought. Lightning….War? Lightning War? Blitzkrieg? Germany? Sausages? Wieners? Wieners go with buns, buns are a synonym of buttocks, buttocks is also referred to as the back door in porno, Back Door Bitches 9! That’s the movie The Corporal had forgotten to return from the rental place! But no! That was for another time, this….this was a much more important task. The Corporal must find out if it is possible to lift Thors Hammer!
So with that, Mr. Punishment through down his arms and grasped the handle of the weapon of mass destruction *no pun intended* and lifted it into the air in Triumph!!! He let out a large battle cry as he felt energy course through his veins, until he let his grip loosen, and the hammer fell upon his head, knocking the armed forces officer out cold.
And then he woke up…
Corporal Punishment was laying in his bunker, the small television set blaring with the previous tape running its course. Corporal held his head in pain as he pushed the “Eject” button on his VCR, and there it was, Backdoor Bitches 9. It was all just a dream. Punishment hid his tape away in his sock drawer, and then opened up one of his other wider drawers for a new pair of drawers, when there it was, Thor’s Hammer laying innocently in the drawer, as Corporal held his head and stared into the ceiling screaming his lungs out along with several other voices.
“Thhhhhhoooooooorrrrrr!!!!”
“Nnnnnnooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”
"Trrrrrrrogdoooooorrrrr!!!"
“Eeeeerrrraaaaagonnnnnnnn!!!!!!”
“Dental Plan!”
And then he woke up…
Corporal Punishment was lying in his sofa, in the XVI arena, no one was around him, when there was a knock on his door.
Voice:
Sir, I am just here to tell you that your scheduled match with Sah’ta Thor is a Hardcore Match! Good luck sir, and happy dreams!
Corporal Punishment bolted out of bed with a fist clenched in front of his face, he looked from side to side, and whispered to himself.
Corporal Punishment:
So it WAS Thor…..that bastard!
The Voice:
Sir?
Corporal Punishment:
Dismissed!!!
And with that, we have an end to a segment.
Just then, we see Corporal Punishment, a man who’s muscles are dwarfed only by his desire for pain to be inflicted upon himself and his opponents. Large custom made linens of cameo with a green beret placed over his shaved head. Black combat boots, fit enough to fit two combat knives each. He walks straight up to the device known for lightning and war, until he stopped and thought. Lightning….War? Lightning War? Blitzkrieg? Germany? Sausages? Wieners? Wieners go with buns, buns are a synonym of buttocks, buttocks is also referred to as the back door in porno, Back Door Bitches 9! That’s the movie The Corporal had forgotten to return from the rental place! But no! That was for another time, this….this was a much more important task. The Corporal must find out if it is possible to lift Thors Hammer!
So with that, Mr. Punishment through down his arms and grasped the handle of the weapon of mass destruction *no pun intended* and lifted it into the air in Triumph!!! He let out a large battle cry as he felt energy course through his veins, until he let his grip loosen, and the hammer fell upon his head, knocking the armed forces officer out cold.
And then he woke up…
Corporal Punishment was laying in his bunker, the small television set blaring with the previous tape running its course. Corporal held his head in pain as he pushed the “Eject” button on his VCR, and there it was, Backdoor Bitches 9. It was all just a dream. Punishment hid his tape away in his sock drawer, and then opened up one of his other wider drawers for a new pair of drawers, when there it was, Thor’s Hammer laying innocently in the drawer, as Corporal held his head and stared into the ceiling screaming his lungs out along with several other voices.
“Thhhhhhoooooooorrrrrr!!!!”
“Nnnnnnooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”
"Trrrrrrrogdoooooorrrrr!!!"
“Eeeeerrrraaaaagonnnnnnnn!!!!!!”
“Dental Plan!”
And then he woke up…
Corporal Punishment was lying in his sofa, in the XVI arena, no one was around him, when there was a knock on his door.
Voice:
Sir, I am just here to tell you that your scheduled match with Sah’ta Thor is a Hardcore Match! Good luck sir, and happy dreams!
Corporal Punishment bolted out of bed with a fist clenched in front of his face, he looked from side to side, and whispered to himself.
Corporal Punishment:
So it WAS Thor…..that bastard!
The Voice:
Sir?
Corporal Punishment:
Dismissed!!!
And with that, we have an end to a segment.
