I lifted my tattooed arms in triumph when g3rard's robot crashed to the ground, accompanied by a loud bang.
The crowd cheered, making it all the more wilder.
Plus, my tongue was hanging out like a chipmunk on crack, and that's pretty wild too.
That would make a funny movie; Chipmunk on Crack. I'd be first in line at the ticket booth.
Ok, back to me standing victoriously in the centre of 5 thousand cheering people chanting my name.
The hot chicks had piled onto the stage carrying my awesome trophy, shaped like one of the fighter robots heads, when suddenly the crowd did a little less shouting and a lot more screaming. And I'm talking about screaming in fear, not screaming for my attention.
I turned to see what was causing so much panic. My first thought was, "Don't tell me wimpy-boy here is being a sore looser," but as I looked over at him I saw his shocked expression.
Following his gaze, I came face to face with my large red robotic mouse, which was now for some reason glowing, toppling down towards the dome we were sheltered under.
And I knew this definitely would NOT hold its weight.
I could imagine the news headlines tomorrow morning:
DEADMAU5 - A VERY DEAD MOUSE
Not many people know my actual name is Joel. Well, was. I'm not really close to anyone.
Oh, I almost forgot about g3rard hanging out under the control box over there. Yeah, it would probably be a little more like this:
DEADMAU5 - A VERY DEAD MOUSE.
(And then in smaller writing underneath)
G3RARD TOOK CHAMPIONS FINAL BLOW
Come to think of it, I don't really know his name either. I wonder if he has any friends or family, or if he's more the lone wolf like myself.
We should've grabbed a beer before this fight. Chilled with a few girls, and chatted, ya know?
Heck, what am I thinking? We were about to battle it out for the title of All-Time Champion. No way in hell would that even occurred to either of us!
I did manage to keep the title before my death, though. Going out like a bawss.
Glancing over I saw g3rard's black skinny jeans and converse sticking out from underneath his black leather jacket. Smart fella. Somewhat amusing too, covering himself with a jacket.
The crack of mouse of metal jolted the entire stadium and I went flying. Last thing I remembered was a huge metal pole from the top of the top coming towards me, and the large, painful THUNK that accompanied it.
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Cat N' Mau5
FanfictionIt's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. What about over 5,000 deaths? In the middle of an intense robot-sparring match between champion Joel 'deadmau5' Zimmerman and rising star Gerard 'g3rard' Way, there's a system failure resulting in a m...
