The Brotherhood of Evil Midgets vs. TEAM

The Brotherhood of Evil Midgets are Nightwing, Jedi Master #33A & 34A, Fremen #52 & 53, Hammer Bros. #11 & 12 and Paploo.

TEAM is Gen. Maximus, Futar #1 & 2, Valkyre #6 & 7, Tleilaxlu Master #1 & 2 and Bill the Pony.

Both teams have captain’s that are well versed with the Dearborn establishment. In fact, I can picture it now. I can only imagine both of them setting up there headquarters like the Rebels did on Yavin IV, talking to their troops like they were getting ready to attack the Death Star. I don’t actually know if that is what happened, but thinking this thought brings warm feelings to my heart.

Gen. Maximus enters the hall and thinks to himself that this place is really out of date. His entire team, who are surprised to see their opponents already waiting for them inside, follows him.

Nightwing: I think you boys showed up to the wrong party.

Fremen: Yes, you should not of come here. For it will be your final resting place.

Paploo: Ugie goo ga.

General Maximus looks at Nightwing and says, “That would be fine with me, but not before a little of your blood has been spilled first.” Just then, Bill the Pony comes charging in with Futar #1 on his back, trampling Paploo to death. Jedi Master #33A then takes out his light saber and dismembers the Futar and Bill the Pony.

Jedi Master #33A: I’ve never had Pony before; I’ll have to give it to the old Polish lady in the kitchen. I bet she can cook something up for us.

But before he can have his meal he is bum rushed by Tleilaxlu Masters #1 & 2. The fight is a fierce one, but with the help of Jedi Master #34A and the Hammer Brothers, the Tleilaxlu Masters are no match. During the initial rush of the Jedi Master, General Maximus had sent the rest of his team to take care of Fremen #52 and 53. He fully expected Nightwing to join him at the bar for a drink, for one last drink is all he expected out of this battle.

Nightwing: Do you expect me to sit down with my enemy and enjoy a drink with him?

General Maximus: I don’t expect anything of you, but yes, a final drink before battle would be nice.

Nightwing’s inner struggle with this seemingly ridiculous invitation took a while to for him to handle, but eventually he gave in and ordered a Miller Light. Since he was not a huge fan of the beer, he took small sips and pondered to himself in what way he was going to take down the General.

Elsewhere in the hall, Futar #2 did manage to jump on Hammer Brother #12 and kill him, but that was the only positive that came of the fight for TEAM. The Jedi Masters made quick work of both Valkyries and Hammer Brother #11 bludgeoned Futar #2 to death. The rest of the Midgets knew that this match was over with, but they also knew that Nightwing wanted to fight Maximus on his own. They each took a seat and sat there, waiting for the battle to begin. Well, everyone but Jedi Master #33A, he went into the kitchen to see how the Pony was coming.

Nightwing: Well, looks like my drink is gone. Do you want to begin this fight gladiator?

General Maximus: Why are you in such a hurry, I thought you would want to cherish your last moments down here.

With that, Nightwing jumped out of his chair and instantly kicked Maximus out of his. This was pretty impressive, especially since Maximus is not exactly the smallest guy in the world. Maximus took this act as the beginning of the end for him, as he no longer feared his own death. Maximus pulled out his sword and began to charge at the costumed vigilante. Nightwing easily dodged his first swipe and jumped on top of the bar to get out of the way. Maximus was impressed with his agility, but was unconcerned with his opponent’s abilities. He already knew that he could not win this battle. Despite this fact though, he was still going to try to win this fight.

Jedi Master #34A: Man that smells good, I wonder how much longer until it’s done.

Fremen #53: Should we go help him out, that Maximus dude looks kind of awesome?

Fremen #52: No, we were told this was going to be a one on one fight. We shall stay back.

Jedi Master #33A: Dinner is served boys, though I can’t find a good knife in here so good luck cutting this thing up.

While the rest of the midgets got their grub on, Nightwing and Maximus were beating the hell out of each other. The speed that Nightwing brought to the match was just as lethal as the strength Maximus possessed. With the two combatants trading blows back and forth, Nightwing knew that he could not win the match this way. He had to get Maximus’s sword away from him, then he would have the upper hand. So instead of continuing the fight as it was, he ran towards the end of the hall and waited for Maximus to follow him.

Maximus thought his running away was a cowardly act, so he ran towards the crime fighter with his sword leading the charge. Right before Maximus arrived to meet him though, Nightwing jumped onto the table next to him and knocked the sword out of the gladiator’s hand. Nightwing then flipped over him, took out a knife he stole from the kitchen and stuck it into the back of Maximus. Maximus knew he was done for and fell to the ground on top of his sword. Nightwing generally felt bad about this, as he knew stabbing him in the back was the dishonorable thing to do. In hindsight, Nightwing should have probably just walked away, but being the man that he is, he wanted to look Maximus in the face as he died.

Nightwing then walked over to Maximus and rolled his body over so he could see his face. The next thing happened in an instant and before he knew it, he was down on the ground next to the gladiator. As soon as Nightwing rolled Maximus’s body over, the former general lunged his sword directly in the stomach of costumed hero. The sword cut right threw Nightwings stomach and pierced his spinal cord in back. Both men lied there on the ground, just waiting for death to take them away. As this happened though, Jedi Master #33A dropped his food and ran over to finish this off once and for all.

Maximus: I promised you blood Dick, now please rest in peace.

Jedi Master #33A: What the hell, you guys, he’s dead.

Maximus: Yes he is, but not before taking me with him.

Jedi Master #33A: Screw that Max, your still here you hairy SOB. Time for you to go dome less.

Fremen #52: Please, just let the man die in peace. It was a fair fight in which both men lost.

Jedi Master #34A: Yeah, he’ll be dead in minute anyway. Just let him go.

Jedi Master #33A: Well I could do that, or I could do this.

As Jedi Master #33A said “this”, he let Maximus go “dome less” as he so eloquently stated before. Maximus’s body was now lying next to his head, while the remainder of the Midgets team stared at a massive pool of blood that had Nightwing’s lifeless body in it as it’s centerpiece.

TEAM: All Dead

The Brotherhood of Evil Midget’s: Jedi Master’s #33A & 34A, Fremen #52 & 53 and Hammer Brother #11 all survived.

The Brotherhood of Evil Midget’s are victorious.