Post by Tien on Dec 6, 2008 23:56:11 GMT -5
After his story the slave trader/foster home owner promised Tien French toast but only if he could bring the evil Leon to justice. So the man told Tien where to find Leon. He pointed to a large pyramid on top of a mountain that Tien oddly enough had never seen before. He climbed up the mountain and went into a large archway which he assumed to be the front door.
Upon entering the pyramid Tien came face to face with a large television monitor. A face appeared on the screen and he looked like a raggedy ass janitor.
“Hello there Mr. Tien. My name is Leon, and I have been well aware of your presence in my Mountains for quite some time now and I know of your quest for French toast. You are quite skilled so I am going to make you an offer. You can have pancakes everyday prepared by my personal chief Alfonso Ribera (yes Carlton from the fresh prince of bel air) who unfortunately doesn’t know how to make French toast and be a part of my elite team of body guards or you can die.”
Tien took a moment to consider his options. He would enjoy having countless adventures with Alfonso Ribera but he was really in the mood for French toast. On the other hand dying does sound like a very nice thing either… but really what good quality body guards could Leon possibly have…. I mean really who lives in Russia?
“Sorry no French Toast no deal.”
“Tien I did not want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. Since you want your French Toast that bad and the only way you can get t is by killing me, then you have to get to me first. I’m at the very top level of the pyramid and since you can’t fly up here; and this happens to be the pyramid of trails. You will have to face five trails, some of which may or may not be my body guards, to get face to face with me.”
The building started shaking around Tien and as he looked up the ceiling was opening and the section of floor he was standing on started to rise.
“The first trail starts now Tien, good luck….. You’ll need it mwahahahahahahahaha”
Tien could hear a crowd of people cheering. As the floor passed trough the hole it came to a stop in a large room shaped like a coliseum. When the floor stopped all he could hear was the people booing him (as if he were John Cena at a pay per view) he looked around and every seat was full and people were standing all around him. Then a man with a deep voice like a grizzly bear yell “Get out of my way fuckers I’m gonna massacre this three eyed donkey raping shit eater.”
A few men then flew up in the air as Tien could see a giant of a man punching them out of the way. Then the rest of the men ran away and formed a circle around Tien and his opponent. Tien damn near shit his pants and thought to himself I should have taken the mother fucking pancakes. This man was the answer it to Tien’s question who the hell could Leon hirer that lives in Russia?
One scary ass mofo that’s who Tien looked at a giant of a man built like a wall a body like Broly not pussy Broly but legendary super saiyan Broly. The man who trains with bears. The finest pro wrestler that Russia has ever produced. The man with more chest hair than Vegeta’s mother. Master of the spinning pile driver….. Street fighter’s own …………… Zangeif.
Word Count = exactly 625 (:
Upon entering the pyramid Tien came face to face with a large television monitor. A face appeared on the screen and he looked like a raggedy ass janitor.
“Hello there Mr. Tien. My name is Leon, and I have been well aware of your presence in my Mountains for quite some time now and I know of your quest for French toast. You are quite skilled so I am going to make you an offer. You can have pancakes everyday prepared by my personal chief Alfonso Ribera (yes Carlton from the fresh prince of bel air) who unfortunately doesn’t know how to make French toast and be a part of my elite team of body guards or you can die.”
Tien took a moment to consider his options. He would enjoy having countless adventures with Alfonso Ribera but he was really in the mood for French toast. On the other hand dying does sound like a very nice thing either… but really what good quality body guards could Leon possibly have…. I mean really who lives in Russia?
“Sorry no French Toast no deal.”
“Tien I did not want to have to do this but you leave me no choice. Since you want your French Toast that bad and the only way you can get t is by killing me, then you have to get to me first. I’m at the very top level of the pyramid and since you can’t fly up here; and this happens to be the pyramid of trails. You will have to face five trails, some of which may or may not be my body guards, to get face to face with me.”
The building started shaking around Tien and as he looked up the ceiling was opening and the section of floor he was standing on started to rise.
“The first trail starts now Tien, good luck….. You’ll need it mwahahahahahahahaha”
Tien could hear a crowd of people cheering. As the floor passed trough the hole it came to a stop in a large room shaped like a coliseum. When the floor stopped all he could hear was the people booing him (as if he were John Cena at a pay per view) he looked around and every seat was full and people were standing all around him. Then a man with a deep voice like a grizzly bear yell “Get out of my way fuckers I’m gonna massacre this three eyed donkey raping shit eater.”
A few men then flew up in the air as Tien could see a giant of a man punching them out of the way. Then the rest of the men ran away and formed a circle around Tien and his opponent. Tien damn near shit his pants and thought to himself I should have taken the mother fucking pancakes. This man was the answer it to Tien’s question who the hell could Leon hirer that lives in Russia?
One scary ass mofo that’s who Tien looked at a giant of a man built like a wall a body like Broly not pussy Broly but legendary super saiyan Broly. The man who trains with bears. The finest pro wrestler that Russia has ever produced. The man with more chest hair than Vegeta’s mother. Master of the spinning pile driver….. Street fighter’s own …………… Zangeif.
Word Count = exactly 625 (: