It was the big night Rhy'din had been waiting for. Fight night. Moon had worked laborously for month to set this up and the nigh had come. The unholly terror of The Red Dragon, the nightmare of chefs and scullery maids everywhere, the stew was going to perform in the ring against Pepto. The Fight was taking place at the wrestling arena, but the ring was not longer the roped mat, but a steel lined pit ringed in barbed wire and electric fencing. This was going to be a hell of a fight. The "Stew Crew" was on hand preparing for the chance of the stew getting loose by setting up bottles of seltzer water and alka-seltzer. they were ready.
Out front lights were burning brightly, blazing into the night sky. and the line went around the entire block. This was going to be good, and everyone had gotten thier tickets in advance. She made a few rounds in the Arena, checking security and the "Stew Crew's" status. All set. She smiled and went to the front gate. "A'right, Vinny, Let 'em in." Vinny opened the gate and the croud surged forward, eager for what was sure to be a vicious fight.
As the stands filled, venders began hawking thier wares. Spoons, glow sticks, Fake roses and t-shirts that said "Stew Crew" on them. And of course the usual snacks and beverages. The crowd rippled with anticipation as The keeper of the stew and his team came out pushing a wheeled metal cabinet wrapped in chains, a clanging and thumping coming from within.
From the other side of the arena came another team wearing pink shirts and carrying a large glass container containing a pink liquid. Pepto. And it was ready to fight. Pepto sloshed angrily in its glass prison wating to be unleashed. The roar of the crowd was deafening. This was it. The pit crew opened the gate and the keeper and his team unchained the metal prison and opened it, pulling out a pot chained shut. The team backed out except the keeper himself, who turned a key in the final lock and shoved the pot into the pit running for safety as soon as the lock came undone. Team pepto approached the pit and set it loose as the announcer's voice rang out.
"In the pit we have for your veiwing pleasure the Fight of the century, STEW Vs. PEPTO!!!" The crowd went wild and the fight was on.
The stew boiled and bubbled, hissing and gurgling with glopy fury. It reared up and surged forward in attack mode, driven mad by the smell of people it was HUNGRY, but it had no choice but to deal with pepto first. The pink stuff did it's duty, splashing around the stew and into it with a soothing minty smell..
To be continued
Out front lights were burning brightly, blazing into the night sky. and the line went around the entire block. This was going to be good, and everyone had gotten thier tickets in advance. She made a few rounds in the Arena, checking security and the "Stew Crew's" status. All set. She smiled and went to the front gate. "A'right, Vinny, Let 'em in." Vinny opened the gate and the croud surged forward, eager for what was sure to be a vicious fight.
As the stands filled, venders began hawking thier wares. Spoons, glow sticks, Fake roses and t-shirts that said "Stew Crew" on them. And of course the usual snacks and beverages. The crowd rippled with anticipation as The keeper of the stew and his team came out pushing a wheeled metal cabinet wrapped in chains, a clanging and thumping coming from within.
From the other side of the arena came another team wearing pink shirts and carrying a large glass container containing a pink liquid. Pepto. And it was ready to fight. Pepto sloshed angrily in its glass prison wating to be unleashed. The roar of the crowd was deafening. This was it. The pit crew opened the gate and the keeper and his team unchained the metal prison and opened it, pulling out a pot chained shut. The team backed out except the keeper himself, who turned a key in the final lock and shoved the pot into the pit running for safety as soon as the lock came undone. Team pepto approached the pit and set it loose as the announcer's voice rang out.
"In the pit we have for your veiwing pleasure the Fight of the century, STEW Vs. PEPTO!!!" The crowd went wild and the fight was on.
The stew boiled and bubbled, hissing and gurgling with glopy fury. It reared up and surged forward in attack mode, driven mad by the smell of people it was HUNGRY, but it had no choice but to deal with pepto first. The pink stuff did it's duty, splashing around the stew and into it with a soothing minty smell..
To be continued