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Thursday, 23 September 2010

Don't try this at home.

As Randy mounted the turnbuckle, the accusation made the day before entered his mind.

“You’re such a fraud! Wrestling never hurts.”

He afforded a wry smile; no injuries were the sign of a good ‘performance’.

He prepared for the Diving Moonsault, then leapt!

As he landed, he heard a snap.

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Feeling strong now...

Apollo shook his head and sighed.

He’d introduced revolutionary training methods to ensure that his protégé would have the technique to regain the heavyweight-title.

“How did I ever lose to this guy?!” Apollo muttered.

Saturday, 18 September 2010

Untitled

Deano was his team’s talisman.

His fans looked on, full of admiration for the master craftsman at work.

He'd done one, two, three; a fourth!

In seconds, he’d cemented his status as a maverick; a true genius!

Because, of course, you can’t get bigger or cleverer than slashing someone’s tyres.

Thursday, 16 September 2010

1.21 Giga...What??!

It had unquestionably been a tough few days for Marty.

He’d seen his best friend get murdered, become the first human time-traveller, and had to endure a schoolgirl crush from his mother!

Now, though, things were back to normal in 1985.

But hang on...

“Jennifer, why are you suddenly ginger?!”

Monday, 13 September 2010

Fresh Start

Rodney was in a slump, but was determined to turn it around.

What better way to start than with a good breakfast?

Pouring out the cornflakes, he saw there was exactly enough for one serving. His luck was changing already!

He covered them with milk...before realising that it was off.

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Contenders: Readeeeeeeeeey?!

Charlotte knew that it was going to be exhausting;

Yet, she also knew that she had to go through with it.

She would hate herself if she didn’t.

She lined up alongside the other competitors.

She checked her watch.

At precisely 9am, the ordeal began; the January Sales were underway.

Monday, 6 September 2010

Tribute to a saga lost

Danny only jotted down mini saga ideas if they were good ones.

After having an idea, he would write one or two key words, until it came to actually writing it.

This had always worked well. Until now.

He stared at the word ‘Stranded’ in a continued state of torment.