MarkF786 wrote:I'd like to see Martin and Ricky fight it out in a cage match. "Fanboy vs. Troll"
Just kidding. I love you guys.
yeah... hehehe... here ya go then...
“GOOD EVENING KEYBOARD MANIACS AROUND THE WORLD!!!” roars the sartorially resplendant ring announcer - fully decked out in a spectacular glittering keyboard-motif-sporting (hehehe) sequined black and white tuxedo - “AND WELCOME TO KEYBOARDMANIA!!!MANIA...ANIA...NIA...IA...A!!!!!
The home crowd goes wild.
The "Theme from Rocky" begins to blast through the P.A.
“IN THIS CORNER” continues the announcer, “I GIVE YOU... THE MAN WHO KEEPS OASYS IN YOUR FACES!!!! THE DEFENDER ON A BENDER!!! THE ONE!!! THE ONLY!!! EVERYBODY... GIVE IT UP FOOOOOORRRRRRR... FFFFAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNBBOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
The home crowd goes berserk.
The "Theme from Ricky" begins to crackle through the P.A. in its full and glorious 8-bit mic'd Casio SK-1 monophonic splendour.
Over the SK-1's improbably loud, eardrum-splitting din, the announcer continues “AND IN THIS CORNER, THE DEVIL ON THE LEVEL!!! THE ANTI-KORG BORG!!! LOOK OUT FOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRR.... THE TRRRRROOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!
The crowd goes deathly silent, except for one small voice.
“Troll, you're mean.”
It's Fanboy. He's sitting behind what is obviously an impossibly immense horizontal glowing black monolith.
“I beg your pardon?' queries Troll from behind what appears to be a similarly shaped but relatively small horizontal glowing white minilith.
“You're mean. You say bad things about my OASYS, and I don't like it” squeaks Fanboy.
“I don't like it either, Fanboy... so what's the problem?” asks Troll with childlike innocence.
“Don't do that!” says Fanboy, a glint of agitation beginning to form on the edge of his voice.
“Do what?”
“You know what!”
“What what?”
“Stop it!!! You're still doing it!!!”
“Doing what?”
The crowd sits staring in stunned silence.
“That!!!” growls Fanboy. “You... are... TROLLING!”
“Am not.”
“ARE SO!!!”
“No I'm not. It's all in your head” says Troll. “Listen mate, I didn't come here for this. I believe that I shall take my leave. Good evening to you, sir”.
As Troll turns away from Fanboy, the crowd stirs uncomfortably, quietly at first, then begins to issue a few sporadic hisses and boos. Troll issues back the “you're number one” gesture to the crowd and turns toward the dressing room. Suddenly, just as he's about to climb over the ropes, a menacing black shadow of impossibly immense proportions forms over Troll's unsuspecting cranium. A split second later, an impossibly immense vertical glowing black monolith comes crashing down on Troll.
A split second later, Troll is down on the concrete.
The home crowd goes insane.
As Fanboy triumphantly struts around the ring, the roaring crowd is oblivious to Troll's single inconspicous twitch. He'll be back.
Yes, he'll be back...
...
...
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...for the rematch.
:EDITED: once for dramatic effect