08-22-2007, 08:38 AM
08-25-2007, 05:30 PM
Spiderman Unmasked! #1
Being where I am just now is not the best place to be right now. I’m in a square thing… with ropes to lock me in… not to mention the cage. Do you know who I am? No? I’m Peter, Peter Parker. And I really could have done without that punch in the gob I just got. Yeah, I’m in a wrestling ring.
Not being funny or nothing but I’ve got powers like a spider. Not kidding. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s mad. But I’m not kidding. First I start sticking to things. I can climb walls just by putting my hands on and crawling! No strings! Then I jump little height and end up going half-a-house sort of size. Then I can make webs! Look, I’m a man spider. I’m spider-man. All this was just a week ago.
I thought I could use it to make some money. That’s why I’m here…In a cage…With a mentalist!
* * * *
“Oh! Little Spiderman’s on the roof…all shiverin’ and scared. Come on down little spidey. Look, you got 3 minutes in the cage with me. Don’t give now.”
“I haven’t”
Two ropes of webbing shot down at him. Clinging to his skin. Spiderman pulled, pulling him down to his enemy, kicked him in the face on the way.
DING! DING! DING!
The cage opened and a man raced in to congratulate him.
“Spiderman! The first man to come out of the cage from three minutes with Chain-saw and still be standing!”
“But that’s the thing… he’s not out the ring yet… and when he is… He won’t be standin’!” Chain-saw through a punch but spidey dodged it.
“Should do better!”
Spiderman through his mask to reveal Peter Parker, his true self and ran out of the ring.
“Spiderman will be rewarded with three thousand bucks!”
* * * *
I truly don’t understand. It’s not just like I got bit by a super-spider or anything! Maybe one day I’ll find out.
“There you go, three hundred.”
“The man said three thousand.”
“They got it wrong, I told them three thousand!”
“I want the money!”
“Three hundred! Take it!
“The man said three-“
“Look at the end of the day it’s not my problem.”
Okay, not the money I wanted but good enough. So what if its-
“Put the money in the bag!”
A man that looked as if he lived at the streets ran out of the wresting office with a gun one hand, a bag in the other, and a fag in his mouth. The Boss followed.
“Get him!!” The man ran past and into the lift.
“What you doing you could have stopped him?
As the door closed you could just here the man in side say a last word: “Thanks.”
“Look, at the end of the day it’s not my problem,” Peter finally replied.
Being where I am just now is not the best place to be right now. I’m in a square thing… with ropes to lock me in… not to mention the cage. Do you know who I am? No? I’m Peter, Peter Parker. And I really could have done without that punch in the gob I just got. Yeah, I’m in a wrestling ring.
Not being funny or nothing but I’ve got powers like a spider. Not kidding. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s mad. But I’m not kidding. First I start sticking to things. I can climb walls just by putting my hands on and crawling! No strings! Then I jump little height and end up going half-a-house sort of size. Then I can make webs! Look, I’m a man spider. I’m spider-man. All this was just a week ago.
I thought I could use it to make some money. That’s why I’m here…In a cage…With a mentalist!
* * * *
“Oh! Little Spiderman’s on the roof…all shiverin’ and scared. Come on down little spidey. Look, you got 3 minutes in the cage with me. Don’t give now.”
“I haven’t”
Two ropes of webbing shot down at him. Clinging to his skin. Spiderman pulled, pulling him down to his enemy, kicked him in the face on the way.
DING! DING! DING!
The cage opened and a man raced in to congratulate him.
“Spiderman! The first man to come out of the cage from three minutes with Chain-saw and still be standing!”
“But that’s the thing… he’s not out the ring yet… and when he is… He won’t be standin’!” Chain-saw through a punch but spidey dodged it.
“Should do better!”
Spiderman through his mask to reveal Peter Parker, his true self and ran out of the ring.
“Spiderman will be rewarded with three thousand bucks!”
* * * *
I truly don’t understand. It’s not just like I got bit by a super-spider or anything! Maybe one day I’ll find out.
“There you go, three hundred.”
“The man said three thousand.”
“They got it wrong, I told them three thousand!”
“I want the money!”
“Three hundred! Take it!
“The man said three-“
“Look at the end of the day it’s not my problem.”
Okay, not the money I wanted but good enough. So what if its-
“Put the money in the bag!”
A man that looked as if he lived at the streets ran out of the wresting office with a gun one hand, a bag in the other, and a fag in his mouth. The Boss followed.
“Get him!!” The man ran past and into the lift.
“What you doing you could have stopped him?
As the door closed you could just here the man in side say a last word: “Thanks.”
“Look, at the end of the day it’s not my problem,” Peter finally replied.
08-29-2007, 07:27 AM
if noones gonna reply then end project.