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Celebrity Deathmatch

Before this, I would like to ask you:

Have you watched the Beatles, Celebrity Deathmatch? If you haven't, and you're fine with clay, violence (blood) and cursing, than, watch it right now! If you don't, than you may not get some stuff.

btw Bri vs Macca

"...this is probably the most awesomest, gruesomest, killer Deathmatch we have EVER seen."

"Yes, Nick. Now, we all know the 2 of the best bands are debating tremendously on who's better. Now to prove who it is, we fight for it. Hello, I am Johnny Gomez with Nick Diamond. Bringing you, CELEBRITY DEATHMATCH."

"Yes, that is right! Tonight, who will um, reign supreme? Well will find out. Now we shall announce the, um, fighters."

"Have I told you not to say unnecesary words?"

"No," he lied.

"Well anyway, drum roll, please. Thank you. In the red corner, Queen's lead & solo guitarist and my personal fave rocker, get ready for Brian Harold May!"

"You don't have to say his full name, Johnny! You can just say-"

"And in the blue corner, a returning fighter, the Beatles' cute and amazing bassist, please welcome Sir James Paul McCartney!"

"You don't have to-"

"Let us once again, see who will prevail."

Nick sighed. Now he's the stubborn one.

"Gentlemen!" the Referee said, "Hey, you're here again. Anyway, no bites and no fires. Got it? Let's get it on!"and with that started the fight!

"It appears to me that Brian must be doing a lot of damage to Paul's back!"

"That's right Johnny! Ow, that mustta hurt a lot!"

"Of course, Nick! Can't you see?"

Brian was hitting hard. And if I mean hard, I mean HARD. "I have found you, and now I will KIIIIILLL YOUUUUU!"

"Wow, Mr. May definitely knows how to punch as he appears to be ruthlessly beating up McCartney!"

"You stupid, worthless little git!" Paul broke free. "You don't know about bass or drums or even how to sing, you puny messy haired rat!"

There was this feeling of bubbling anger inside Brian. But before he could calm down, Paul grabbed his ankle and with immense strength, he started spinning Brian. "You may be my idol, but you are just a idiotic composer! Why have I been your fan?" Brian screamed.

"Because my popularity is inescapable! I am making solo albums by the year, while you play the SAME old songs with that disgusting Roger and gay Lambert. Shame on you!"

"At least I continue the legacy of Queen. You do NOTHING to continue the Beatles!"

And with that, he threw the younger man right off the platform. But there was anger in him, and that was just enough to keep him on going.

Brian got his Fireplace and started playing the loudest riff you can ever hear.

Queenies roaring, Beatlemaniacs fainting fainting and hybrids are meh.

"Tie your Paulie down, tie your Paulie down, get that bigbigbigbigbigbig Hofner out of doors! Tie your Paulie down! Tie your Paulie down, gimme all your ships tonight!" he looked at the kilig fans.

"The fans look so confused right now!" Nick palmed his cheeks.

But something happened...

Yes, a cliché cliffhanger. I may be naïve! And yes, a part two of this will come out.