It was the claywide wrestling federation, and the crowd was fired up. They had every reason to be, because a wrestler loved by the entire CWF was about to wrestle a match. The pyrotechnics went off, and the crowd went insane as a voice called out:
"Are there any airholes in the building?"
This question was answered by thundering shrieks and squeals by the crowd. Unfazed by the myriad of support from his numerous fans, he declares:
"Well, no matter how many airholes there are, I'm the HEAD airhole around here!"
He surveys his people, all of them howling with excitement (except for one who seems to have fainted). He feels he was a lot more beloved here than in the clayfighter circuit.
Back in the king of the circus tournament, Tiny dominated all …Read more >
Thrity seven degrees to the right... Not too windy today...
Those are the words of the assassin on the rooftops of oozeville. It was round one of the tournament, and the Blob was facing off against the Jamacain newcomer. If the blob was going to be there, the assassin thought to herself, then maybe his frozen buddy was going to be there as well. As luck would have it, the assailant was correct. Bad Mr Frosty was there to wish his pal good luck. The heartless murderer straightened her sniper rifle to the snowman's head. "Now you'll pay for what you've done in prison you cold hearted killer." The assassin would've yelled louder had she would have been detected. Not much was expected out of our Jamacain friend, but some way, somehow, he saw th…Read more >
"More power! MORE POWER!"
Dr. Kiln's screams echoed through the lab while his loyal servant lockjaw cranked the lever. The mad doctor was bouncing with delight like a kid at a candy store. Just the other day the faithful Lockjaw had uncovered a dinosaur skeleton during his usual digging routines. The second the mad doctor saw this, he ordered Lockjaw to bring it up his new battleship. Kiln couldn't bring it back to what it was like when it was originally alive, but he could do the next best thing; turn it into living clay. The thought of seeing a T-rex gobbling up that wretched Taffy, or an allosaurus stomping the Blob made him do cartwheels around the lab. Not only this, but he brainwashed the mind of the dinosaur instead of having him run…Read more >
Sunday afternoon. A day where everyone gets to stay home from their jobs and rest. Especially the candy man, Taffy. "What a fine day!" Taffy said to himself as he went outside of the factory. He stretched and yawned, then he opened up his mailbox.
His opinion about the day changed when he found what was inside.
He quickly locked the door and blocked it with a candy cane. He turned off all of the lights and closed every window. He put the factory in lockdown mode and locked himself inside the safe. Only then did he actually open the envelope; he reacted that way because of the writing on the package. The adress read, "To Taffy, From the Tooth Fairy." The not-so-laffy Taffy eyes almost poped out of his head when he opened it. In it was the hea…Read more >
"997...998..." T-Hoppy counted as he lifted a large Barbel with his Bionic arm. "999... 1000." Instead of cheering when he got to the one thousand mark, Hoppy simply sighed and sat down. Ever since he had become a bionic bunny, going to the weight room was kind of pointless. The strength of his hydralic limbs could lift a truck with ease. "I hate to admit it," the cyborg rabbit said to himself, "but I kind of liked it when I had limits." Back when he had limits, there was actual challenge. He wasn't ensured of 1000 back then. Now the only challenge he has is to not break the equipment. What he would do to punch Kilns face in. He could actually fight back, but now, nothing intresting ever happens. "Whenever I visit the gym nowadays, I never…Read more >