Post by D.J. Mac on Aug 29, 2009 1:01:35 GMT -5
DJ had been on the trail of the infamous Mr. X, but every time he'd catch up to him, Mr. X some how escaped. Though this was it, Mr. X had kidnapped fashion model/actress/singer Trixie M. If he had her, then the world would be at Mr. X's mercy, DJ couldn't live himself if that happened.
He found the secret lair, and cautiously approached.
MEANWHILE inside...
Mr. X, who looked like Jayson Michaels, was sitting in a high backed chair, looking smug at Trixie, who looked like Trixie Michaels.
"You won't get away with this," Trixie hissed at him. "DJ will find and destroy you!" One of Mr. X's hench men started to chain her to a wall.
He stood. "Thats exactly what I want, only I will be the one to destroy him!" He gripped her chin tightly before forcefully tossing her head to one side. "Quenten! Judd!! Go find our guest and make him feel "welcomed". The goons nodded and headed out.
DJ crept along keeping his eyes opened when the first goon jumped out tackling him. The guy had the force of Quenten when it came to a tackle. The men grappled on the ground when the second goon came out grabbing DJ from behind. The first goon landed several punches to DJ's stomach, rendering DJ weak. The two dragged him to Mr. X.
They tied him next to Trixie, then slapped him a few times to bring him around. Mr. X grinned. "Mr. MacArthur we were expecting you." He punched DJ across the jaw. "You see you were rather stupid to tread where you weren't needed and now we have to say good bye to you."
DJ looked at Jay and spat at him. "I ain't down for the count yet!" He pulled at the ropes holding him down. Trixie screamed.
Mr X moved back, afraid for his life. "MEN!! SSSStop him!!" The goons made themselves noticed as DJ freed himself. The fight was on!
The goons swung as DJ fought them off, his shirt ripping open during the process. They hand landed a few good punches but in the end he got them with the famous butt their heads together. During the scuffle, DJ hadn't noticed that Mr. X had untied Trixie until he heard, "STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"
DJ looked, Mr. X was holding a knife to Trixie's throat. "You take a step closer MacArthur and she's dead!" There was a crazed look in his eyes.
Trixie struggled against him, landing a stomp on his foot, forcing him to let her go. As she moved DJ threw a chair at Mr. X knocking him out.
Trixie ran to DJ's arms. "Mr. MacArthur, I want to thank you for saving me." She looked at him with seduction in her eyes.
"Just doing my job." He said as he held her tight, looking to her eyes before kissing her, feeling her tongue in his mouth.
As their kiss broke, she licked his face. Gently at first but soon it was like a dog lapping up its water.
DJ blinked to find Doofus sitting on his chest licking him as if saying, "Its about time sleepy head!" DJ stroked him and laughed. "Why do you interrupt my dreams when I don't want you to?"
Doofus cocked his head and let out a little "yip!"
He found the secret lair, and cautiously approached.
MEANWHILE inside...
Mr. X, who looked like Jayson Michaels, was sitting in a high backed chair, looking smug at Trixie, who looked like Trixie Michaels.
"You won't get away with this," Trixie hissed at him. "DJ will find and destroy you!" One of Mr. X's hench men started to chain her to a wall.
He stood. "Thats exactly what I want, only I will be the one to destroy him!" He gripped her chin tightly before forcefully tossing her head to one side. "Quenten! Judd!! Go find our guest and make him feel "welcomed". The goons nodded and headed out.
DJ crept along keeping his eyes opened when the first goon jumped out tackling him. The guy had the force of Quenten when it came to a tackle. The men grappled on the ground when the second goon came out grabbing DJ from behind. The first goon landed several punches to DJ's stomach, rendering DJ weak. The two dragged him to Mr. X.
They tied him next to Trixie, then slapped him a few times to bring him around. Mr. X grinned. "Mr. MacArthur we were expecting you." He punched DJ across the jaw. "You see you were rather stupid to tread where you weren't needed and now we have to say good bye to you."
DJ looked at Jay and spat at him. "I ain't down for the count yet!" He pulled at the ropes holding him down. Trixie screamed.
Mr X moved back, afraid for his life. "MEN!! SSSStop him!!" The goons made themselves noticed as DJ freed himself. The fight was on!
The goons swung as DJ fought them off, his shirt ripping open during the process. They hand landed a few good punches but in the end he got them with the famous butt their heads together. During the scuffle, DJ hadn't noticed that Mr. X had untied Trixie until he heard, "STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"
DJ looked, Mr. X was holding a knife to Trixie's throat. "You take a step closer MacArthur and she's dead!" There was a crazed look in his eyes.
Trixie struggled against him, landing a stomp on his foot, forcing him to let her go. As she moved DJ threw a chair at Mr. X knocking him out.
Trixie ran to DJ's arms. "Mr. MacArthur, I want to thank you for saving me." She looked at him with seduction in her eyes.
"Just doing my job." He said as he held her tight, looking to her eyes before kissing her, feeling her tongue in his mouth.
As their kiss broke, she licked his face. Gently at first but soon it was like a dog lapping up its water.
DJ blinked to find Doofus sitting on his chest licking him as if saying, "Its about time sleepy head!" DJ stroked him and laughed. "Why do you interrupt my dreams when I don't want you to?"
Doofus cocked his head and let out a little "yip!"