A large muscular man with a massively muscular body, large round smoldering eyes, short curly black hair, cheekbones, and a massive pectoral area sits next to Billy along with his rather slim-looking ally with long black curly hair, squinted eyes, and a rather fit build.
"Hello..." Shyly smiled the muscular man. "My name is uhm... Haha! Panthera! This is my best friend, Green Day!"
"It's a me... A Green Day..." Smiled Green Day.
Billy smiles. "I'm BIlly!"
"Hello, Billy! Say! Ever heard of Gacha?" Smiled Green Day.
"Green Day. Stop trying to scam her with your gambling ring," said Beatle. "It's okay, Billy. He's cool. He's just kinda crazy and weird Ikr."
"I love you, Beatle!" Smirked Panthera. "Take me with ya, next time, why won't you!?"
"Fuck off and begone, simp." Beatle sighs while he cooks some Ilokano-style Pakbet he cooked from his garden along with Tocilog he made from scratch.
"You still cook, huh?" Asked Black Sabbath.
"We've been married for around 800 years and you still don't know me."
"Quit being bitter!"
Beatle sighs and so does she. "By the way. I'm... Sorry."
"Hm?"
"For hurting you... By hurting me. And... By being... So God-forsaken needy back then."
"What's with this sudden turn of events?" She smiled. "And AVOIDING EYE CONTACT!!?!" She teased.
"I'm trying to be civil with you. I have a feeling that kid might be mine."
"Whoop dee doo. You CAN change your mind!"
"Of course, I can. It's why all this happened in the first place."
Black Sabbath is a little saddened by that statement. "You're right. I never knew you. I never gave you a chance. Because I was scared of what others might think of me if you leave. I was... So scared... Of losing that position. That standing. So much pressure. So little time..."
"That was never your fault. If anything, it was my fault everyone shipped us together in the first place. Couldn't keep my mouth shut that I liked you."
"They pressured you, too. I know how you get under pressure."
"I should've known, too. I'm sorry."
Black Sabbath smiles and leans backward to the wall, looking like the baddie she is. "Just saying. You're still kind of a dork. And a nerd."
"Yeah. I know! Least I understand pop culture references compared to the trendy shit you watch!" Laughed Beatle.
The pair laugh at each other's deprecation.
"Weird. Never saw Beatle smile like that before..." Said Billy.
"Yep," said Green Day. "That's called love, kid. You can buy it with something called Bitcoin."
"God, they're so hot together," moaned Panthera. "I LOVE YOU, ST. KING!!!" He screamed like a K-Pop fan.
"You guys are weird," said Billy.
"BUY CRYPTO!!!" Smiled Green Day.
Meanwhile...
Four warriors of old led by a man in what looks like a black armored muscular cat suit leave a portal and end up in the now-toppled over Empire State Building with various tribe-like people of the former clones reared in labs now animalistically trying to survive the harsh environments. Wind blew before them, and along with the wind was a massive puff of dust,
"Slayers. With me. NOW!!!" He growled, as the Slayers indeed followed after.
He walks calmly and confidently, twitching his head as if he was flipping his hair. He walked proudly but subtly, as if he had no shame whatsoever.
"Slipknot. Machinehead. Lamb of God. WITH ME!!!" He growled once more.
"ALL HAIL, DEATH LEOPARD!!!" Roared the trio as Death Leopard proudly extended his arms left and right. "Let's go, BITCHES!!! Kill that gay FUCK!!!"
"SIR, YES SIR!!!" Roared the trio as they walked forward.
Back to the scene...
Beatle, Billy, Gabrielle, Black Sabbath, Green Day, and Panthera silently enjoy dinner, turning to each other as they dig in to the wonderfully authentic meal Beatle made. The smell of fresh tomatoes coincided with the taste of the bagoong. Organic, healthy, clean. At all costs Beatle was keeping himself and restraining his mannerisms, however, which Sabbath notices.
"Beatle? Are you not comfortable right now...?"
"No. I am. Trust me."
"You don't have to ask permission from me to do things."
"Thank you," Beatle said, bopping his torso back and forth rather slowly to think.
"You do that, too!?" Smiled Billy.
"Wicked..." Said Gabrielle.
"Yeah... I'm... Not very... Comfortable doing this... All the time..." Beatle sighs as he stops. "Okay. I thought now. I'm good."
"You sure...?" Sabbath puts her hand over his.
"Very," said Beatle, looking excited and happy for the first time in years. Beatle's eyes widen.
"What's wrong? You have that look again," said Sabbath.
"Intruder..." Beatle takes out his new Cross Bow and his eskrima stick.
"New weapon?" Smiled Sabbath.
"Gave the Cross Bow to Billy. I call this one the Cain Marker."
"Sounds like a pentelpen brand," said Green Day.
"I think it is ABSOLUTELY AWESOME, Beatle!" Smiled Panthera. "Amazing naming convention!"
"I think it's stupid," said Green Day.
"Thank you, Panthera! Fuck you, kindly, Green Day!" Smiled Beatle. Beatle walks outside. "I got this."
Beatle prepares his blaster and offers to kill. "You..."
Death Leopard stares at Beatle.
Billy, realizing what's happening, tries to help, but Black Sabbath pulls her back.
"Kids. Stay with me," said Sabbath.
"Why the hell are you here? Kid's mine. Now scram," said Beatle.
Death Leopard proudly paces around Beatle. "I know. And I won't."
"I think you're forgetting who I am."
"I don't fear you."
"That's because no one taught you. I, however, have a master's degree on inflicting such!"
Death Leopard smirks and does the "come at me" signal.
Beatle shoots at Death Leopard who easily charges and dodges as he throws ninja stars at Beatle, stabbing him all over.
Beatle, however, slowly regenerates from the injuries as he takes each out simply by pushing them out of his wounds with shear force.
Beatle charges, shooting, as he puts his blaster back in his holster and switches to taking out his sticks, battling him with eskrima.
Death Leopard, however, blasts him with a concoction from his palms.
"Breathe it in..."
"What... Is... This..?" Beatle chokes on the dust and begins losing his strength.
"Blood. Just blood."
Beatle keeps coughing. "Of WHAT!?!?"
"Are you seriously THAT stupid!? You allow your 'struggles' to be your weakness. You don't think. You ACT. That... Is completely and utterly stupid."
"Shut up..."
"I've always been better than you." Death Leopard beats him. "ALWAYS!!! You have no idea how much resources I had to use to get the blood of a Morningstar."
"One... Of them... offered!? Were you... Sent by...?" Beatle weakly tries to speak only for Death Leopard to brutally beat his face.
"Aurora wants you alive. But... I was the one who took the job... SO... It was my only excuse to find you... And kill you for fucking Anne."
"Legally... She's my wife."
"But who does she love, Beatle? C'MON!!! Open your eyes, man! She only cares about you because you're a predator! You wallow in your own pain so that some poor creature would come to you thinking 'Wow! I should pity this guy, or love this guy, OR MARRY HIM!!!'"
Beatle silently cries as Death Leopard beats him, only for Green Day's stretch-stretch hands to grab his fists and pull him away.
Green Day pulls his arms back as the Crusaders, except Sabbath, who took care of the children, face the Slayers.
"Slayers... SLAY!!!"
Slipknot beats down Panthera, as the two Giants beat each other down with incredible strength that shockwaves occur around each of the impacts of their fists.
Green Day battles against Machinehead who violently creates sound waves that blasts him away with relative ease. His rubber body was heavily doused with so much vibrations that he was torn to pieces.
Panthera coughs out blood. "WHO THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS!?!?"
"I don't know..." Said Green Day. "But I argue that this fight's bogus! They're stronger than us! Fuckers! THIS IS A SCAM!!
BIGGER THAN ANY SCAM I'VE EVER MADE!"
"Aw! What's wrong, little kitty? Dying so SOON!?!?" Sneered Slipknot.
Panthera growls.
"Wait... Aren't you Chris? That loser back in HIgh School who used to follow Beatle around?"
"He... Was my only friend... Since first Grade..." Said Panthera. "Wait. You're Brad! That jerk who made fun of us!"
"Gimme a break! DIdn't know about your condition!" Yelled Slipknot.
"Well... Lemme hamfist it INTO THAT HEAD OF YOURS!!!" Panthera charges.
"If he's Chris... Oh my God... JED!?!?" Laughed Machinehead.
"Rusty!?" Asked Green Day. "Wow. Aurora REALLY thought this through, didn't she? Giving our personal demons a chance TO HUNT US DOWN!!!"
"Sarah is happier with me, by the way," smiled Rusty. "She loves a man who can actually handle his life savings."
"Yeah. I don't care," said Green Day, blasting his fists at Rusty over and over as a sound wall blocks his attacks.
Death Leopard growls beating down Beatle over and over.
Beatle refused to fight back.
"She's not obligated to make you happy! She's NOTHING to you!"
"Death Leopard. You can have her, okay? But the child is innocent. I don't know if he's yours or mine. What matters is she's just a child."
"Nuh-uh. I'm killing that kid," Death Leopard prepares to blast Beatle's head open with a repulsor on his palm. "As you murdered mine."
"You never had kids."
"Exactly, dumbass."
Beatle closes his eyes.
Black Sabbath watches, disappointed and facepalms.
Beatle growls and grabs his wrist, finally fighting back.
"Beatle! My my! Never thought I'd see the day you'd grow some BALLS!!!" Smirked Death Leopard.
Black Sabbath's eyes widen, slightly impressed.
"Death Leopard. I don't wanna fight you."
"Why not? You've been petty, jealous of what I can be ALL YOUR LIFE!!! I was you best friend in Elementary, right?! But NO!!! You wanted to be 'normal!' You'd be nothing WITHOUT MY TEACHINGS!!!" Death Leopard strikes him with a flurry of techniques and attacks, breaking Beatle's windpipe in the process witha strike into his throat.
"I did..." Cried Beatle. "I wanted it so badly... I wanted it... I thought if I wanted it hard enough... I'd be like you. But every time I tried... I failed... Because something's wrong with me."
"THAT'S... RIGHT!!!" Death Leopard beats him down. "But I'm not angry with you for that. I'm angry because you had sex with the one I love. Your marriage is voidable. You said I can have her. You SAID... THAT WAS THE DEAL!!!"
"No. You're angry because you lost dominion over me. That I stood up for myself for once. You got angry that I fought for me for once. That's something you're not used to. There's a bigger fish in the pond. You think you're Batman. Nope. You're George Clooney's version."
Death Leopard beats him again. And again. And again. "I'm God."
"I don't believe in you, Idol. Away from me."
"Why won't you fight back?"
"You're not worth my time."
Death Leopard becomes calm and calculated. "Fine..."
Death Leopard sighs and sits next to the dying Beatle. "Listen, lil bro."
"You lost me when you called me your brother."
"Ugh... I have a proposition. I won't kill the bastard, alright? WE won't even TAKE the Crusaders! Your new kid! Just... Come with us to Romanov. He's.. handling us right at the moment."
Beatle stays silent.
"C'mon, Beatle! You KNOW you'd love doing that for us!"
"I thought you were my friend," sighed Beatle.
"Stop that. Stop... PRETENDING to care! Everyone knows you're just desperate for attention!"
Beatle stays quiet, kneeling down in Death Leopard's chains.
"C'mon, buddy!"
"WE... Are NOT... Buddies."
"C'mon, then, stranger."
Beatle is pulled away as the Crusaders, defeated, watched their leader in chains as they walk away toward the horizon...
BIlly's eyes widen. "We... LOST!?!?"