In an age, desperate for heroes. An age where the darkness consumes the light one day at a time. An age where the norm is violence, sex, greed, destruction, death and mayhem… heroes rise, unyielding in their fight to punish the wicked and unjust…
Unfortunately, we don’t really have the budget to produce such heroes and Christopher Nolan and Bryan Singer were too busy washing their hair to return our phone calls. Or so they say. So in the meantime you’ve got these guys…
Oh, ****…
It’s still days before we’re set to take the likes of NFW’s latest and possibly greatest card. The fiftieth milestone of the New Frontier and “The Great American Smokeout. Just outside the TD Garden, still days before showtime, but we’re still privy to seeing the spectacular red, white, and blue motif being pulled off. The card from top to bottom is a virtual who’s who of Sports Entertainment and Professional Wrestling phenomenon. Right now, the inner walls of the TD Garden are empty but standing just outside its walls, letting a mammoth hand rest against the New Frontier Wrestling poster is none other than one of its newest tag team prospects, Captain Justice.
Rocking a United States flag-themed body suit complete with a mask built in, the burly superhero keeps a hand on the poster, taking in the wonderful art adorning the poster that seems to touch his heart in such a way that if Scarlett Johansson were to touch a male, they’d go, “Oh, yeah. That’s nice.”
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: (whispering to himself, wiping a tear from his eye) Isn’t she beautiful, Ultrajira?
Behind him stood a man of about equal height but with a much stouter frame. The man had a clean-shaven (short, not bald) head and rocked a pair of black pants and shoes with a white shirt. The man’s face was also caked with various tattoos and art form, one of a dragon, two of what appeared to be moths, one of a cat’s claw and two tattoos beneath him. Shaking his head and looking completely uncomfortable in the clothing he was in, he shrugged.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: Jira, what we have here is a proud symbol of why it’s great to be a part of this great country. The proud colors of America. The whites representing the purity of its first-class citizens looking to create opportunity and wealth for themselves. The blues brilliantly depicting the wondrous skies that we see with each rising sun that I want us and our future children to witness one day. And the red being… uh… oh, yes! Back when Sir Smythe Justice of Plymouth Rock once came over here with nothing but his boat and a dream and quickly eradicated the foreign menace, paving a road of gruesome blood to eventually be the foundation of building our country into the awesome superpower it is today! As I recall, he may or may not have also had his gun and a host of weird diseases foreign, and therefore deadly to the land's inhabitants.
With a disgruntled sigh, his kaiju partner in crime says nothing, simply deciding to let him have his moment.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: We, sir, once we are through displaying our awesome talents as both a team and as monsters fighting on the side of good, we must traverse across this New Frontier we call home in order to conquer the demons. That, sir, is why I volunteered us to compete in the Bunkhouse Stampede!
Clenching his fists, he turns to face Ultrajira and puts said fist to his heart.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: Rumor has it that the winner of said brawl may be the recipient of treasures beyond one’s wildest imagination. We face the other NFW competitors not as children of greed who would sell out their own mother for a nickel, but as children of justice, suckling from the teats of truth, feeding us with their awesome justice-y milk power, chock full of necessary nutrients like Vitamin D! The Hollywood Wrecking Crew have been running roughshod through the ranks of tag teams with the NFW Everett Memorial Tag Team Titles in tow, both flaunting their power, wealth, incredibly chiseled double chins and their artificially enhanced Diddly-Dingers in people’s faces! Jira, you know how I feel about Diddly-Dingers being waved around in my face.
Ultrajira says nothing. WAY too easy. Like, picking on James Varga easy.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: But alas, my brother from another mother on the other side of the Pacific… we may have very well sealed our own death warrants!
Shrugging… and quite possibly against his better judgment, he lets his vociferous partner-in-crime continue.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: During my reconnaissance missions to spy on the other competitors, I may have made a grievous error in underestimating how far and how low these people called our opponents are willing to stoop in order to achieve their own respectable goals out of this race! They speak of filth! They talk of all kinds of gross, horrid material of the lowest kind, even going so far as to… *Gasp*… talk about… UGH! I dare not repeat their filth, lest I wish to have my own mouth rinsed out with sulfuric acid of the highest potency!
Crumbling to his knees against the sidewalk, the torn hero slams a fist into the ground as he grits his teeth. Ultrajira tries his best to comfort Captain Justice, but also do it in such a way people won’t think he’s associated in any way, shape, form, or manner with this patriotic fruitcake.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: And who are we, Jira? We are but servants of truth, justice, and the Japo-American way! We are held to higher standards, morals and principals than that of any and all opponents who stand across from us in that Bunkhouse Stampede. They speak with loosened tongues of the highest caliber, talking all kinds of smut and using a cornucopia of degrading insults, enough to make the most thick-skinned people have their feelings hurt. It’s enough to make my blood boil and my stomach turn!
Continuing to sob with his face buried in both hands, he sniffles for a minute as he looks to the skies.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: If only I had traveled down the path of darkness, I, too, could conjure my inner demons and let loose my own fury upon the world! I want so bad for us to be able to slander our opponents. I want to be able to look James Varga in the eye and tell him that he sucks so hard, if he were on the radio, he’ll pull the waves back into the transmitters! How I long for the day I can walk up to that festering pimple on the backside of life and pop him until I squeezed every last ounce of puss and grime out of his scrawny body. But alas, then I, too, would succumb to the darkness that lives within his soul. I would see the lives of hundreds of bodies and possibly thousands more supporting characters flash before my very eyes! It would unleash never-ending sprays of venom and blood-curding screams in my brain until every last cell huddled up in the corner and die… at least, that’s how I’d perceive it.
By this point, Ultrajira looked around sheepishly, trying his best to wave off a couple of passers-by who are wondering who this costumed lunatic is sobbing in front of the building. The color in his face had gone away as he kept a hand on the shoulder of the Captain, still sobbing.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: Jira, I’m afraid that we’ve not the fortitude to dare tell off a legend like Bloodhunt! This man isn’t just anybody making an appearance in NFW, this is a man who’s a former two-time NFW World Champion! A man who is hellbent on proving that our very own United States government is an egg containing a yolk full of conspiracies and he’s hankerin’ to bust it wide open! If we were of that dark side, sir, we could easily tell the guy to take off his tin-foil hat and finally stop locking himself in his basement, huffing many cans of paint while reading about the moon landing! We could show this man that the CHANGE Lord Obama spoke of wasn’t some ratty old punchline like “Come Help A Nigga Get Elected!” We could tell him that without him ranting about politics, he’d pretty much be a refrigerator… no heat.
With a heavy sigh, Justice looks down and frowns.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: But alas, Ultrajira. We’re forever doomed to sit here and revel in our own fate. We’re forced to sit here and swallow the horrid and vulgar rhetoric being uttered by a gentleman by the name of Rich Mahogany. And because we fight on the side of good, I can’t even tell him the ironic thing is that they only way he’d even get so much as a clap from the audience would be if a prostitute he was with happened to be in attendance! But we shan’t do that. I won’t stoop to their level and I won’t be caught dead telling him that in this competition, he doesn’t register even on NASA’s satellite. Just so many things that we wouldn’t be caught dead saying. That is our fate. This is the career path we chose and now, we must suffer the consequences.
Now back to his feet, the Americanimal casts his gaze towards the heavens and nods.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: But sweet Lady Liberty and… whatever… dragon thing Ultrajira here happens to worship…
The silent beast just sighs to himself while the Captain remains steadfast. It’s clear that despite his particular conundrum, it is not shaking him any longer.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: One thing that we must not do is give into temptation. No, that’s the easy way out, sir. No matter how much I’d love to tell American Panda that he makes about as much sense as a Caucasian man in Afghanistan wearing an “I Heart America” t-shirt and that there is NOTHING patriotic about a black and white monster from Commie Country! Or even go so far as to tell Kelly Masters that he should really be covered with rainbow jimmies because he’s the most vanilla wrestler I’d ever laid my eyes on and his promo skills are about the same as listening to a bag of kittens in a trash compactor. No, sir, we will find a way to face these insurmountable odds. Because without us, Jira, the greatest evil that could ever occur on top of all that is for good men to sit idly by and do nothing. We will win this. We will persevere. We will no longer be subject to the Hollywood Wrecking Crew and their fake, artificially enhanced Diddly-Dingers being flaunted into the faces of the lower tax brackets! New Frontier, look out! We’re coming to clean up NFW and its halls one win at a time!
Finishing it off with a heroic pose, Captain Justice places both hands on his hips and fires off a smile so bright, it could be seen from space. While Ultrajira is off in the corner, silently praying for a new line of work, the cameraman can be heard clearing his voice.
STEVE: (off-camera) TALK.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: (whispering through smiling teeth): What?
BEEF: (off-camera) Trash talk. You need give them trash talk or this piece won’t work, Captain!
The Americanimal paused for a moment, then snapped a finger. A very confident grin etched itself across his face.
CAPTAIN JUSTICE: Oh, yes! I haven’t forgotten why we came out here, Citizens Mega Job. Bloodhunt, Rich Mahogany, American Panda, Masters Varga, and anybody else who dare stand across us when that bell rings…
Your mothers are so stupid, they sit on TV and watch the couch!
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