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The Boys are Back in Town Another warm dark night of partying at the end of season 29 where all but the champions have a week off. After a great deal of excess some women convinced Chisato that it was only good journalistic integrity to do a follow up to one of her earlier articles on the sexiest man in the league. Being very drunk Chisato agreed once more. "Alright then! We need to know who to force into this thingamy. Tell me who we need besides the returning champ." demanded a wobbly Chisato. "I AM THE QUEEN OF NO PANTS!" declared Katt who promptly passed out. No one cared, this was an almost daily occurence. After all the shouting died down enough for a clear answer to be heard Deis once again declared the sexy of one Mazus "I am telling you, that man is an absolute figure of manhood under those robes. The only reason he lost before was that nonsensical music." Two were down, four more to go before Chisato could pass out for the night. Amongst the skin and leather types there was a great deal of contention over who to put forward. After a few wet slaps of the sound of flesh smacking into flesh were heard and the rustle of chains being unfurled and brought down upon a prone figure a bloody and bruised Adel strode forward demanding in; a horrible falsetto voice "We need a hard rocker of some kind, bring out one of the Wisemen". Thus Ruprecht was added to the list. Ultimecia managed to break out of her Kompressor Karaoke long enough to demand Zophar's presence, some other female villains supported this, especially Queen Brahne (No one ever quite works out how she gets to these things, she doesn't even fight.). With everyone being to blitzed to be bothered arguing any more Zophar was quickly added to the line up. Seriously, at the end of the day, who would care? No one quite remembers the next part clearly. There was some kind of upheavel about tight small underwear and if only men would wear it for a change. The writing on the paper could have been meant to be Lucius, but instead it came out more along the lines of Lucied. No one investigated it to much out of fear of the truth, alien probes, smoking gentlemen and head cancer. The final name on the list is Frog. No body can remember why either. At this stage though, does it really matter? Some report to have seen visions of a divine figure flying into the premises on wings of the softest feathers which shimmered in silver and platinum, adding it to the list the list, crushing Neo-Fio with a giant club, yelling out "Me will crush you! CRUSH YOU TO GOO!" and flying out the chimney. This is, of course, complete and total nonsense, the inn has no chimney, it is more of an air circulation/smoke expulsion vent. And now we have to babble something about the show itself. It is simple rules, a walk off down the strip with accompanying music. Pants required to be worn before starting. Upon finishing clothing is optional, but reccomended. First cab off the rank this time is the defending champion, having gone last this time, we see if he can open with as much strength as he closed for us last time. Returning to some more AC/DC while he struts his stuff and just being generally cool to the tune of High Voltage. Next up is Mazus again. His presence is mostly because you do not want to argue with tripped out, psyched up female mages. They may go down quick, but the damage they do in the proccess is not worth it. Some more Bowie, with the correct tune this time, no holding back this time. He will be putting on his show of supreme awesome to the tune of Rebel, Rebel. At least that is the plan. By popular demand of all those representing rainbows and flowers we have Ruprecht. One of the wisemen, claimed by many to be dead sexy. If you were to see that face in a crowd with no other competitors around you would be forced to agree. Ruprecht will be breaking out The Worm to a piece by the Kamaya Painters called Cryptomnesia. For some gods know reason there is also Lucied in a thong. He will be ... whatever. Devo, Jerkin' Back 'N' Forth. Don't ask. Just watch, you cannot look away. Despair as ye stare into the abyss and know that it does stare back upon ye balefully and with ultimate disdain for they very existence. Do you hear the shreiks of pain as the damned cry out in their eternal torment? Do you realise that this is coming from your own mouth. Yea verily we are all the damned and there is no hope for we children of eternal sin and damnation. Who were we to play the devil? Why must we construct such pillars of villainy and evil? Tis naught but the nature of human existence to do so. We shall pay for our folly by the existence of future generations and the eternal damnation of our eyes. Next up is Zophar, representing the androgenous angle this time, it being a very popular angle amongst all the women who like it just a little to the left. Not to mention the massive overlap between them and those who are obsessed with men in power. Possibly Yuri's greatest threat he is going to funk out to Electric Six's Danger! High Voltage. Rounding it out this time is Frog. It is all about the tongue ladies. The big two handed sword that he knows how to swing around like the absolute best of them certainly helps. One might say he is a student of the great Sir Ronald Jeremy, even going so far as to jump on the opponents head when it is appropriate. His adventure on the strip will be to Queen's One Year of Love. |
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SageAcrin The sexiest man in the league. The most couragous, the most heroic, the most capable of defeating any threat. Yes, the best of the best had won this day. --- "...then they said David Bowie didn't count for this, though, and awarded the match to me." Yuri finished. Then backhanded Edge for laughing. "That's it, I'm going to find out who that idiot is and kill him. It's bad enough I have to get judged by Opera and Deis while they're watching other guys strip at a strip club." Yuri said, shaking his head. Yuri: 46 Mazus: 11 Ruprecht: 8 Lucied: 9 Zophar: 8 Frog: 39 windmageomega@yahoo.com
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