Pigma snorted at the sight of Mr. Fantastic. "Ha! Nice outfit stringy boy!" Mr. Fantastic simply shook his head, "lets keep this professional". And with that Mr. Fantastic's fist shot clear across the stadium scoring a direct hit on Pigma's jaw, knocking him to the floor.
"AH! You will pay for that!" Says Pigma as he rips out his rocket launcher and fires at Mr. Fantastic who simply limbos under the rocket and makes haste toward Pigma.
Scared, Pigma fires at the floor in front of Mr. Fantastic only to watch as he leaps above it and wraps himself around Pigma like a giant tarp.
Pigma's muffled voice can be heard through his prison, "elp me gert me outta ere!" Slowly, Mr. Fantastic constricts and Pigma drifts into an unconscious state.
Mr. Fantastic only releases when he is sure Pigma is out cold.
Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:40 am
