Monster Brawl Page #5

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The fight is afoot, folks,

with our Creature Conference

Heavyweight Championship.

We'll soon find out who will be

representing the realm of Creatures

in the Monster Brawl finale.

Werewolf to the offensive in

the early-going, as he uses

a headlock like a vice

and showers down a torrent

of face shots.

And a reactionary elbow

from the man in moss.

And Werewolf runs into

a solid brick wall

as Swamp Gut easily

stands his ground

using that insurmountable gut

gravity to stay on his feet.

Appalling.

Swamp Gut with a heavy frog splash,

flattening Werewolf into a pancake.

He follows it up with a ruthless

knee to the head.

Werewolf has got to

be careful here.

He can't afford to exchange

big maneuvers like that

or he'll never survive.

Werewolf evades the giant

swamp creature,

trying to gain some ground.

Swamp Gut with a heavy right hook,

but Werewolf counters

with a great block.

Perfect timing by Werewolf.

And Swamp Gut hoarks up

some toxic marsh venom

into the face of Werewolf,

sending him to the mat.

And Werewolf trying to

throw some punches,

but Swamp Gut expertly defends

that big, fat belly of his.

That's definitely his weak

spot, and now Werewolf

gets a jab into the face

and the Gut is now exposed

for an open assault!

Werewolf goes to work

on the bread-basket,

dealing several hard jabs to

Swamp Gut's putrid paunch.

I haven't seen an abdomen

attack like this since King

Hippo back in '88.

Swamp Gut is hung up in the ropes

as Werewolf comes running at him

with a lethal shoulder spear.

And I don't believe it!

Swamp gut is down!

He's gotta throw everything

at this fat son of a b*tch!

It's now or never!

Sensational.

And Werewolf pressing the

advantage now as he delivers

a kick to the face

of the glutinous Swamp Gut.

His wolf-sense is at an

all-time high, Buzz.

He needs to crush this

Gut once and for all!

Werewolf with a thunderous

uppercut to Swamp Gut,

and his bowels are churning, Sid.

He lets the air out of Swamp

Gut's spare tire,

and this is going to

get messy, Buzz.

Swamp Gut falls to the canvas mat,

and I don't think he's ever

gonna get up, Buzz.

Swamp Gut having serious

indigestion problems.

Werewolf climbs up to the top rope,

and letting that animal inside take

over as he howls into the night.

And a sky-high lunar assault

from Werewolf

explodes the belly of Swamp Gut.

We have just witnessed

the disgusting demise

of a truly legendary forest demon.

Werewolf wins.

Lunar Belly Buster.

Hey, and the winner

is the Werewolf!

Our first Heavyweight

match is in the books

as Werewolf is crowned

with the Creatures Conference

Heavyweight Title.

He'll move on to our championship

match later this evening

to face the Heavyweight winner

from the Undead Conference.

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Colonel Crookshanks, Sir!

As you were, Briggs.

I just got word from base, Sir.

They've reported us AWOL.

Don't worry about it, Lieutenant.

We stay the course, just

like we planned.

It's a culmination of what?

Sacrifice! Discipline! Yes, honor!

The dawn of a new weapon

is upon us.

This monster tournament, the

perfect testing ground.

Now, how about you and

I go take a look

at this magnificent son of a b*tch?

Yeah.

This thing, a specimen

from the '69 outbreak?

Affirmative. The military's

worst kept secret.

I've been training this

bastard for ten years.

You know, the government

wants to shut it down.

They should have a hard-on

for this kind of stuff.

And the personnel? What

happened to them?

Who ran this place before

you got on board?

They were eaten.

So, how's our old friend doing?

He's in a foul mood, Sir.

He's starving. He's

always starving.

We're running out of bodies

to feed this thing.

Lieutenant, why in the hell

are you always so negative?

Colonel, we could be shot for this.

We're gonna get medals for this.

Morning, sunshine.

Briggs, go ahead. Unleash him.

Let's get an idea of what kind of

conditioning we've got going.

You're kidding me?

You think I'm kidding?

Go in there and let him loose,

or I'm gonna stick one

between your eyes.

I never signed up for

this, Colonel.

The ultimate killing machine.

The ultimate soldier.

Bent on death and destruction.

Briggs, this is our finest

hour, I swear to you.

Colonel, shoot him!

Shoot him!

Zombie Man.

Eat slow, my friend.

Briggs was a good man.

Ingolstadt, Germany.

From the journal of Dr. Ivo Igora.

November 5th. To examine

the causes of life,

we must first have

recourse to death.

I have become well-acquainted

with the science of anatomy.

I have also observed the natural

decay and corruption

of the human body.

In a solitary chamber, I kept my

workshop of filthy creation,

while I brought my work

near to a conclusion.

And the moon gazed on

my midnight labors

while I pursued nature

to her hiding places.

Who shall conceive the horrors

of my secret toil

as I dabbled among the unhallowed

damps of the grave?

Remember.

I am not recording the

vision of a madman.

After days and nights of incredible

labor and fatigue,

I succeeded in discovering

the cause

of generation and life.

Nay, more.

I became myself capable

of bestowing animation

upon lifeless matter.

Father.

Undead Conference Heavyweight

Title Match.

Frankenstein vs. Zombie Man.

We're back, folks, and ready

for our next match-up

which is a ghastly showdown

of undead forces.

Our next fight features the seemingly

immortal corpse Frankenstein

versus the cannibalistic revenant

known as Zombie Man.

The winner of this fight will

proceed to the championship

main event against Werewolf.

Now, time to unearth some more dirt

on these two brain-dead savages.

Frankenstein.

Like one who on a lonely road,

doth walk in fear and dread.

And having once turned

round walks on,

and turns no more his head.

Because he knows a frightful fiend

doth close behind him tread.

Frankenstein!

Father!

Frankenstein has been reanimated

and deactivated several times

throughout his lengthy career.

He's waved goodbye to the

European fight scene,

and has brought his "A" game to North

America for the first time.

He's basically a bruising and

brawling sort of fighter

who relies heavily on 19th century

ogre battle systems.

Frankenstein can wield immense

power and strength,

and is essentially

a zombie himself,

albeit a bigger one and not blinded

by a desire for flesh.

And watch for his manager,

the ubiquitous Dr. Igora

to play a major role

in the proceedings.

Zombie Man.

Frankenstein, you stitched-up

bastard!

I gotta question for you!

I got the ultimate killing

machine, Zombie Man!

What are you gonna do

when he defeats you,

then

eats you?

Zombie Man is a well-trained

grappler type of combatant,

relying on an arsenal of punches,

grabs, holds and bites.

This guy can take a lot of damage.

He is managed by the rogue soldier

Colonel Crookshanks,

who has transformed this

cannibalistic ghoul

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