Posted at 1:22 am on Apr 15, 2016 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
The Last Laugh (Finale)
Rather than shooting at Biggie Mac or responding to him, Deadblood found himself squinting at the pimp's chest.
"Dude, is that... a watermelon?" DB said, starting to laugh.
Sheri squinted too before joining in on the laugh. "I thought it was just supposed to be some kind of flower," she said. "That's definitely a watermelon!"
"Fuck BOTH of ya'll!" Biggie said, reaching into his robe, both DB and Sheri expecting a gun but instead he pulled out a candy bar. He continued wheezing as his fat, sweaty fingers struggled to open the wrapper before just using his teeth to tear it open. They were surprised he bothered opening it as the candy bar quickly disappeared into his mouth. He ate as if he hadn't eaten in a long time, though they knew that couldn't be true.
"Mmm, that's better! Now who da fuck are you and why you gotta come in here shooting up my men and then topping it off by insulting me? My momma gave me this pendant, muthafuckas!"
"I'm sure she had good intentions," Deadblood said, noticing a watermelon pattern in the wallpaper of Biggie's office.
"I hope she wasn't responsible for your choices in clothing," Sheri said. "Or decoration."
"Aww hell naw!" Biggie said, drawing his gold plated, diamond encrusted pistol this time. "I ain't gonna tolerate ya'll insulting my momma!"
DB and Sheri both dove for cover as Biggie emptied the pistol's magazine. There wasn't much need for this however as his bullets went all over the place, including the head of a guard who'd stepped into the doorway in the middle of the shooting. One of few guards they hadn't wiped out. Possibly the last.
"Fuck, where's da ammo?" Biggie said, rummaging through his desk.
Both standing, DB fired his grapple gun at Biggie in an attempt to disarm him. Instead, the hook smashed through a window.
"Da fuck is that?" Biggie asked, forgetting about his ammo for a moment. "You coulda taken my eye out!"
With a flick of her eyes, Sheri disarmed Biggie instead, sending the pistol flying out of the broken window, far from Biggie's reach.
"You're welcome," DB said to her as he reeled the gun's hook back in, causing Sheri to just shake her head.
"This is it then, huh?" Biggie asked, leaning on his desk, the whole thing creaking. "Ya'll just gonna kill me in cold blood, huh? I didn't do nothin to ya'll! Is it money you want? Take it! Ya'll ruined my business now anyway!"
"This isn't about money," Deadblood said calmly. "We're here because we need to know if you're the one behind killing your girls."
"Fuck ya'll, I'll treat dem bitches how I want!" Biggie said before drawing an Uzi, also gold and covered with diamonds.
Before Biggie could get even a single shot off, Sheri ripped the Uzi from his grasp just as she'd done with his pistol, disposing of it through the window as well. At the same time, Deadblood drew his shotgun and fired it at Biggie's chest. He fell forward instantly, crashing through and shattering the glass top desk.
Approaching the fallen pimp, they managed to flip him over eventually with some help from Sheri's power.
"Is he dead?" Sheri asked, watching as the red spots on his robe grew where the shotgun's pellets entered.
"I think so," Deadblood said, nudging Biggie's body with the tip of the shotgun. "I can't tell if he's breathing or not." And neither of them wanted to touch him any further to check for a pulse.
"FUCK YA'LL!" Biggie said suddenly, reaching into his robe again.
Quickly, DB fired the shotgun several more times into Biggie's gut, blood splattering everywhere.
"Fuck, DB!" Sheri said, stepping back in disgust. "You just got some on my boots!"
DB ignored her, staring at the blood. For some reason, it appeared chunky. Lifting his shotgun, he examined a spot where some blood landed. It was definitely chunky. Upon sniffing it, he quickly pulled it away, wrinkling his nose.
"I've never heard of a blood disorder like this," DB said, truly confused. Biggie's hand fell from the inside of his robe, grasping just another candy bar. "I guess his horrible diet was the cause."
Sheri didn't respond and thinking she'd left the office, still mad about her boots, Deadblood turned around to leave too. Instead, Sheri was holding a manila file folder in her hands. It must have been on Biggie's desk before he went through it.
She flipped through various newspaper clippings, photographs, and what appeared to be reports from Biggie's men. Looking up at Deadblood, she said, "I don't think Biggie was responsible for the murders of his prostitutes. It looks like he was compiling all the information he could on the killer to stop them himself."
DB moved next to her to have a look at the folder's contents too. It only took a moment before he said, "I think I know who this is."
