CHEER WARS
Episode 3: The Return of the Fashion Police

A/N: We got a really negative review from a really negative guy named
"fsad". We put this story under "HUMOR" SO LAUGH DAMMIT! LAUGH! Fsad, this chapter is dedicated to you. And, oh, look, the authors have a little doll of you hanging by the neck from a rope over in the corner there. Isn't that sweet?
Well, we hope you like it 'fsad', it's dedicated to YOU of course!

Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I almost forgot.

The Fashion Police! (Dun, dun, dun!)

They came strutting into the battle in black, form fitting, leather that
went from neck to ankle. Their hair was pulled up in black ponytail holders, bandana's, and headbands. They all wore dark black sunglasses, and wrists watches, which were really communicators. "That's a ten-four." One
of them said into a microphone attached to her head. "Bring in the BIO
weapon!" She called over her shoulder, smirking as she did so. Out from nowhere two more girls stepped, chains in their delicate hands. Attached to the chain was something white, plastic, and a threat to children. . . . . . . . . . . . . "It's Michael Jackson!" One of the men shouted. Most went for
their bottles of pepper spray, others went for their automatic machine guns. "Ack! Get him! Get him!" They cried. The cheerleaders cheered like never before. "We got him! We got him!" "Hey, you cheerleaders didn't rhyme that time!" Rocky said, pointing at them with a boxing glove. "Shut up." A
cheerleader said from behind him. "Something to punch!" He growled and
whirled to hit the cheerleader. Michael was set loose, tearing at the men like an angry dog. "Ack! He bit me!" "Help! help!" "Oh, my stomach lining!" Michael and Rocky caught sight of each other. "Something to punch!" Rocky ran at Michael, Michael charged
Rocky. Then. . . .

*The following scene was TOO violent for even the authors, just imagine the
attack ok?*

Rocky was gone. (to put it lightly)

~ Deep inside Michael Jackson ~

"Something to punch!"

~ back to modern day ~

Michael was screaming in pain. "We've got to bring HIM in!" One of the soldiers shouted. "Right!" Another yelled and immediately got on his walkie-talkie. "President Smith sir? Yes. . . .they brought out you-know- who. . . .yes. . . .we need HIM sir. . .thank you sir. . ." The man hung up and flicked a thumbs up at his pal. Mist poured over the streets and towns surrounding the White House as Arnold Schwarzenegger stepped from the mist in his Terminator outfit. "I am the Terminator, Arnold Schwarzenegger." He said. He repeated the saying over and over as he attacked. "Augh! Retreat! They are too much for us!" The head cheerleader called. Michael Jackson let out a yelp and ran as fast as he could down the street. The fashion police were leaving as fast as they could via helicopters. Finally Arnold stopped
and looked around the bloody ground.

"I am the terminator! Arnold Schwarzenegger!" He cried into the empty night. He smirked as he went down the street, his guns at his side. "All a
part of my plan." Then he turned to the houses, still smirking. "Merry
Christmas to all, and to all, a good night."

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End

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OtakuSailorV:

Hey! The final installment of this series! ^_^ Da Grandmasta has been buggin' me for hours to do this, so finally, I did. I hope you all liked
it, especially you, fsad. Merry Christmas to everyone! ^_^ Bye!

Actually, happy, whatever holiday you celebrate. ^_^ Bye for now!

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Da Grandmasta's Note

Well that's the end of it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I wonder what
I should do next?