Post by Nigel on May 3, 2012 19:26:16 GMT -7
Three Freaks stalked the long hallway silently, hunting for their next meal. Tongues hung freely from their mouths, slobbering as they hunted. One broke away from the group. Leaping into an empty office room, the foul beast sniffed the air expectantly and latched onto the ceiling. The other two took no notice of the others departure. Another dug it's claws into a door and tore it free from the hinges...leaving one drongo all alone. The last Freak stalked further down the hall, turning it's head this way and that. The beast sniffed the air and stopped. The Freak looked up and shrieked in its discovery. Holding himself up on the ceiling was Nigel Kelly, the Thunder from Down Under. The Aussie smiled big and broad.
"You're as cunning as a dunny rat, aren't you?" he chuckled before falling down on top of the sorry creature. Nigel killed the sorry dipstick with his machete on the way down. By this time, another Freak hurried out of it's room and upon spotting Nigel, shrieked. Nigel bent his knees and tossed the machete between his hands.
"Cmon, dog. I'll give ya a fair go!" he shouted. The Freak then charged, swinging one of it's claws in a wide arc. Nigel dodged it with ease and grabbed the monster by it's throat. Swinging the Freak up over his head, Nigel slammed it into the ground behind him and stabbed the Freak with his machete. The last and final Freak entered the hallway and challenged Nigel. Nigel looked down at his machete and tossed it aside.
"Well..come on. I'll cream ya with my bare hands!" Nigel charged the Freak, letting loose a guttural war cry. At the same time, the Freak shrieked and charged Nigel. The two crashed with surprising force. Nigel wrestled with the Freak for some time, expertly avoiding its slashing claws and gnashing teeth. Finally Nigel got a hold of it's bottom jaw. While the creature struggled with Nigel's near inhuman grip, Nigel grabbed a hold of it's top jaw and began pulling in opposite directions. The Freak's near rotted flesh provided little resistance for Nigel. Soon, it's flesh gave way and Nigel tore the top half of the creature's head clean off. Nigel stood and tossed the beasts to the side. Nigel raised his head and looked around.
"No worries, mates. It looks clear." he called out softly. Slowly, people began to emerge from rooms behind him. One man surveyed the bodies of the three Freaks with awe.
"Whoa...I've never seen your show, but damn now I wish I had."
Nigel flashed a big, slightly goofy smile at the man and flexed his right arm.
"They call me the Thunder from Down Under for a reason. It was a rip snorter of a party, though."
"You're as cunning as a dunny rat, aren't you?" he chuckled before falling down on top of the sorry creature. Nigel killed the sorry dipstick with his machete on the way down. By this time, another Freak hurried out of it's room and upon spotting Nigel, shrieked. Nigel bent his knees and tossed the machete between his hands.
"Cmon, dog. I'll give ya a fair go!" he shouted. The Freak then charged, swinging one of it's claws in a wide arc. Nigel dodged it with ease and grabbed the monster by it's throat. Swinging the Freak up over his head, Nigel slammed it into the ground behind him and stabbed the Freak with his machete. The last and final Freak entered the hallway and challenged Nigel. Nigel looked down at his machete and tossed it aside.
"Well..come on. I'll cream ya with my bare hands!" Nigel charged the Freak, letting loose a guttural war cry. At the same time, the Freak shrieked and charged Nigel. The two crashed with surprising force. Nigel wrestled with the Freak for some time, expertly avoiding its slashing claws and gnashing teeth. Finally Nigel got a hold of it's bottom jaw. While the creature struggled with Nigel's near inhuman grip, Nigel grabbed a hold of it's top jaw and began pulling in opposite directions. The Freak's near rotted flesh provided little resistance for Nigel. Soon, it's flesh gave way and Nigel tore the top half of the creature's head clean off. Nigel stood and tossed the beasts to the side. Nigel raised his head and looked around.
"No worries, mates. It looks clear." he called out softly. Slowly, people began to emerge from rooms behind him. One man surveyed the bodies of the three Freaks with awe.
"Whoa...I've never seen your show, but damn now I wish I had."
Nigel flashed a big, slightly goofy smile at the man and flexed his right arm.
"They call me the Thunder from Down Under for a reason. It was a rip snorter of a party, though."