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Gerard Arthur Way is calling you from the cover... come and read this. Unless you want to disobey the sass queen. :D
Stuff in this book:
~Frerard, Petekey, and more ships! (I mu...
"Weeeelcome to the Annual Fro Wres'lin Competitiooooon!!" Gerard shouted into a mic. "Today, we have the masters of all fros! Ray Toro and Joe Trohmaaan!!"
The two fro-ed guitarists entered the ring and faced each other, as the rest of the Quartet cheered. The loudest, of course, were Andy and Mikey (Revenge era). Both of the calm band members were cheering on their fro-ed friends more enthusiastically than the whole non-existent crowd combined.
"3 2 1, we came to f-- I mean, 3 2 1, GO!" Gerard shouted again, pointing at Joe and Ray. He did a backflip out of the ring, unfortunately breaking his back in the process.
Ray and Joe stared each other down. "You ready for another bad poem?" Joe asked, holding up his hands as if boxing.
"Only if you're ready to... um... become a kid from yesterday!" Ray shot back, recovering from his confusion.
Gerard hopped up, completely fine. "Wow, the insults are flying from a fire in here!"
With that, Joe and Ray rushed towards each other, heads down. When they collided, a wild shoving match began. Only, it wasn't with hands. It was with their fros.
Ray's fro was bigger, so he had more of an advantage. MCR's guitarist quickly forced Joe's fro down towards the ground, but the disadvantage actually inspired him -- Joe suddenly thrust his head upward, knocking Ray away.
Ray crashed into the ropes, rebounding off of them and using the momentum to slam into Joe, knocking him over. The fro aspect of the wrestling match wasn't completely gone, however -- Joe and Ray began to fight with their fros on the ground.
By this time, the crowd -- aka the Quartet -- was getting restless. "BOOOO!" "A sheep could have won by now!" "Less talking, more killing!" The last part was Frank's doing.
(A/N: WoF reference)
Ray stood up, looking at Frank in disbelief. "Killing? Really, Frank?" This moment of distraction was enough for Joe to take over and push at Ray with his fro. "Haha! Got you!" Joe said triumphantly.
"It's not over till one of you guys pins the other with your fro," Gerard interjected.
"I know that. And I'm planning to do just that!" Joe replied. He charged at Ray, who stood up, and once again the two fro-ed guitarists went into a wrestling match. Joe and Ray continued pushing at each other, back and forth, until Ray shoved Joe to the side. The cycle continued -- Joe fell to the ground, and the fro fight became grounded.
By this time, most of the Quartet had given up hope of a quick end to the match. Pete had gone to Pizza Hut to order a takeout pizza, Patrick was playing with his pet bunnies happily, Tyler and Josh were perfecting their 665th friendship handshake, Andy was drumming his drumsticks on Mikey's head absentmindedly, because the bassist was sitting in a lower seat than he was. Mikey was staring up at Andy, getting more annoyed by the second. Frank and Gerard were making out.
And Ray and Joe STILL fought on.
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"ALRIGHT THAT'S IT!!" Mikey screamed, standing up. "I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO WATCH YOU GUYS FOR WEEKES!! Plus, my head's starting to hurt," he added, affecting some of his old pureness.
"Sorry," Andy murmured.
Joe and Ray stood up, breathing heavily. "Fine," Joe wheezed. "We'll stop... only after I do THIS!" Joe whipped out an electric razor and...
...shaved Ray's fro off.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Ray yelled, clutching his head. "MY FROOOOOOO!!!!" he began to sob uncontrollably.
Party Poison jumped through a non-existant window, whipping out his gun. "KORSE!"
"I'M NOT KORSE!" Ray cried. "DON'T HURT MEEEEE!!!" the poor guitarist ran out of the arena, wailing at the top of his lung, lung, lungs.
Startled by the commotion, Gerard stopped kissing Frank. "Well... I guess the winner is Joe." Then, the singer went right back to making out with Frank.
"Ugh. Finally! I'm out!" Mikey stood up and chased after Ray.
Tyler and Josh didn't care -- they were now on their 657393023174th handshake.
"I can't move," Pete groaned, having grown fat from eating 456393852 slices of pizza.
"I'll help," Patrick offered. He looked down at his bunnies and pointed at Pete. The bunnies obediently scooped Pete up, and all 164738 of them carried Pete out of the arena.
"What is it with people having insanely large amounts of things?" Andy asked.
"Says the guy with lots of tattoos," Frank retorted, briefly stopping making out with Gerard. Then, he went right back to it.
"Hypocritical, but whatever," Andy shrugged and left.
"You wanna go? DO YOU WANNA GO, BRO!?" Frank demanded, being held back only by Gerard's arms around his torso.
Andy turned back to face Frank. "You're on." As Frank lunged forward, Andy added, "But not today. Everyone's really exhausted from... well, sitting around and doing nothing but watching Ray and Joe fight. Maybe another chapter, though."
