Tables, Ladders and Chairs
Ladies and Gents,
My fight with Mr. Fixit aka the Grey Hulk, was interrupted by a group from the G.L. Corps.
It seems that they were a little sore from the beating the L.G.S. crew gave them.
So they thought I would be easy pickings after the cage match.
They were right. After using "Overdrive", Fixit had me dead to rights. I still was going to fight til there was nothing left.
Then, the Corps stopped the fight trying the apprehend me.
The strangest thing happened. Fixit came to my defense...
So we are going to make this a tag match. My yellow dark beasts took out the newbies. Leaving us with; Guy Gardener and Kilowog.
Guy tells Joe to say his prayers...
That leaves me with...
Joe takes Guy on in the area. I take Killy outside.
From what I heard it was savage. Fixit let the GL hit me a few times to get his blood up. Then laid the smackdown.
He caught Guy with a thunderclap, in turn Gardner raised a force field up. Joe just went to town on that thing. Smashing it to bits. After the ring ran out juice, Guy fainted and left a spot of yellow on his pants.
Meanwhile; Kilowog and I were playing a game of wits. I moved our fight outside so I "could stick and move".
My power cell is up and running, but I didn't want to use "Overdrive" again. Fearing what might happen.
I throw anything I could find at him tables, ladders, chairs and babies...Ok it was low but I had to distract him.
I got him looking all a round for me.
Good. I speed up my attacks, adding dark beast to them.
This has him frantic. He can't tell where I going to strike next if he doesn't know where I'm coming from.
As a slot goes heading for him I grab his calfs, slamming him face first into an SUV. Then I'm gone.
My fight with the Hulk taught me. I shouldn't fight them on their terms. I should fight them on mine.
He floats down to the ground. realizing my plan.I notice this seems he also is running out power.
"Alright you pozer, let finish this."
I punch him in the gut and hit all of his soft spots at super speed.
Open hand jabs into a rig hand strike. An overhand right misses only to connect with a downward elbow. Knee to the inner thigh, roundhouse to the lower back. I get a hold of his head, twist it into a tornado DDT.
Setting off all of the car alarms in the city .
Later at the after party the IRS finds me and takes their cut of the 2 millon leaving me 500 grand. Fixit says he going to a private card game.
I am going back to the hotel to ice.Dental for all.