Shitkicker and
Phlogiston Inferno faced off with the The Nerduary fans deciding the outcome.
It went something like this…
Phlogiston Inferno was in trouble and he knew it. He had the headquarters of the Association of Semi-Superpeople to himself and had decided to practice his flame techniques. Two liters of lighter fluid later he realized that he had burned Shitkicker’s room to the ground. Every earthly possession of Shitkicker’s was gone, just so much blackened ash.
“Wow,”
The Masked Mofo said as he passed by, eating from a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. “
Adam is definitely not getting his deposit back now. Wait... is that Shitkicker's room? Man you're fucked.”
"I don't know,"
The Slut said as she stuck her head from her room. "It doesn't look
that bad. No, wait. Yes it does."
Phlogiston Inferno knew what had to happen. He had to kick Shitkicker’s ass before Shitkicker could kick his.
“Just don’t break my dog,”
Liquid Courage slurred from the bathroom, his head hung in the toilet.
He spent an hour planning his attack. He hid behind the front door so that when Shitkicker entered, he would get the drop on him. He waited for six hours. As he was about to give up and head to the sofa to catch up on VH1’s Celebrity Fitness Club marathon, Phlogiston Inferno heard the familiar humming of Shitkicker’s motorcycle. It was time.
But time was something Phlogiston Inferno was not in possession of. The door never opened. Instead, a metal baseball bat came crashing through the door, hitting Phlogiston Inferno square in the chest. The wind knocked out of him, he toppled over. He never hit the floor, though. Shitkicker made sure of that by kicking the front door in, hammering Phlogiston Inferno in the face and throwing him through the wall. Shitkicker entered the house, eyes red with anger.
“God damn it,” he said, looking down the hall into his room. “I kept all my stuff in there.”
He prepared to beat his fallen team mate, but Phlogiston Inferno had gathered what little of his wits he could, and unleashed his nut attack, sending his fists furiously flying into the unprotected genitals of Shitkicker.
“Sucka!” he yelled, and he hit the nut attack again. Shitkicker fell to one knee, trying not to vomit. This was the opening Phlogiston Inferno needed. He leaped over Shitkicker and found the
Rev. Jake’s pack of cigarettes, his Holy Smokes. He fumbled with the pack until he pried the lighter out, a little crucified Jesus. Phlogiston Inferno pressed the tiny Lord’s nail ridden feet and a flame appeared through the small crown of thorns. One flame. This was all Phlogiston Inferno needed. Shitkicker knew he was in trouble. Phlogiston Inferno began to manipulate the flame.
“Fucking heathen!” came a voice from behind Phlogiston Inferno. He turned his head to see the Rev. Jake rushing towards him. “I’ll not have to defile my Lord and savior with your petty bullshit!”
Phlogiston Inferno tried to react, but the Holy Water was on him. Rev. Jake squeezed the vile empty, covering Phlogiston Inferno from head to toe.
“Dude!” Phlogiston Inferno said, wiping the blessed waters from his face. “I was about to use Flame Attack!”
“Yeah?” Rev. Jake said, striking a match and sitting down on the sofa. “I would have liked to have seen that.”
He lit his Holy Smoke and smiled.
“Asshole,” Phlogiston Inferno said. He slowly turned his head towards Shitkicker, who was now rising to his feet. Phlogiston Inferno could see that
Pretty Boy Slim had arrived. Phlogiston Inferno hoped that the Metrosexual Wonder might help, but Pretty Boy Slim just pointed and laughed at the doomed young hero. Shitkicker was up, and the big man had a malicious look about him. A look of murder. Phlogiston Inferno lowered his head and said a quiet prayer.
And then, Shitkicker was upon him.