Challenge #11, Rock The Vote

The challenge has been cast. The gauntlet thrown down. Many have been called, few have answered. On the planet Hacknor... On Fire Island D, twelve brave contestants will compete.
Two remain, but there can be only one.
Who will falter? Who will thrive? Who will be

The entries are in, the challenges have been met, two remain but only one can be Last Gladiator Standing.

All contestants, judges, fans, and viewers of this show are invited to email me at joninterglad@hotmail.com with your vote. The winner will be announced Sunday night.

Good luck to both Henchman and Dark Jedi Kriss.

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Time trippin'

Ladies and Gents,

For the final throw down. Dark Jedi Kriss picked my Challenge.

Joy.


" You will go on a pilgrimage to the past."


That means time travel. ( I hate time travel, I always come back with a rash.)


"There you will make a life-changing decision you must stick to for the rest of your life. Must be major, changing your hair color won’t work.Must be profound."


Gee, like what? I going to stop being a supervillain henchman? I think not. (Even the heroes don't act like heroes anymore. I'm looking at you, Iron Man.)


"In this pilgrimage there must be:a door you go through three times."


(A door and going through three times...? WTF? you have to be kidding me.)


"A ghost (not Petrelil, don’t even try it)"


(I wouldn't even dare to try and talk to Petrelil, he's a perv.)


"A spoon."

(Huh?)



"And you must lose one article of clothing for every hour you are in the past.I know what you are thinking. What the polly-wog-a-ding-dong was she thinking?I’m was thinking Hench will be in his underpants when he comes back.I’m counting on it.Good luck, honey bee."


(Great. So she is a prev also. Was there anyone in this contest at isn't. Ok, yes I am a perv too. There are you happy.)


I check the grounds of the LGS compound and there is no time travel gear here. (Shocker.) I call the one person who has always helped me out in a jam.



M.O.D.O.K.

He has always been at my side. When I needed anything, Bam it was there. Even though with LGS I, Amazing Mutant Race 3 and LGS II, I have become the face of A.I.M. He has gotten jealous. He's my bud.

Moddy boom tubes, himself and something called a "Time Travel Door". (Wow, that's weird.)

I step in and end up in to...Feudal Japan.



To the times of Shogan's and Warlords. (Sweet, I'm going to run this land.)

I head to the top of the hill and see nothing great. It's a small village. The next town is miles away and I don't speak the language. (Frag) This sucks, I walk around of a bit and feel something strange. My gloves disappears. (Omg, she wasn't joking.) I see the next "Time Door". I make a sprint for it. I jump in and...


End up in the 1930's. Well, this is a little better. People here know, I am not so freak speaking gibberish.

"Hey Mister, where are ya' pants." A half pint yells out.

Great, I jog to the nearest men's store and steal a pair of pants. Now the fuzz is after me. The moment I landed here. I just wanted to hang at a speak easy and pick a dame. Before I can plan on doing anything in this timeline. The "Door" appears.

I fall out and look at my surrounding. I find out two things.

1. It's in color.

2. It's nice and warm. I scan and see it's Miami in the 80's.



Well the chicks are hot.

I contact M.O.D.O.K.

"Hey Moddy, I am going to have some fun around here for awhile. Keep the "Door" open for a bit ok?" I ask of him.

He replies. "No."

"What?" I asked, I was blown away.

He goes and a tear about, he is the face of A.I.M. No one else should be top dog but him. He destroys the "Door."

I'm stuck here. My clothes are almost gone. I am going to Kill M.O.D.O.K., when I get back. Now I just have to figure how to get back.

Magdalena's ghost comes to me and tells me the only thing that can get me back home is a spoon.

I grab one from a nearby dinner and nothing. I wait...and wait..Nothing. Spoon, why did I need a spoon? Who thinks a spoon will help me.

"SPOON" I scream.



The Tick comes running out of nowhere and breaks a hole in the timesteam. Sending my body to return to Hacknor. and Just in time.

My betrayal by M.O.D.O.K. will make me change my tag line.

Denatl for All.

M.O.D.O.K. sucks.

Three Days of the Hoff

Three days of the Hoff, huh? I grew up on Knight Rider, baby, I know what the Hoff likes! He thinks himself to be a real ladies man. Stoke that ego! It’s the only way to survive!

The Hoff comes to pick me up. I’m waiting outside the LGS studio for him, tapping my foot. He was late. Soon I see him running up. Time to perform.



“Hey, baby, I’m the Hoff!”

I smiled, clasped my hands together and start gushing like the girls who run after Anakin screaming: Like, OMG, he is so cute! First words out of my mouth: “I love Knight Rider! It’s my fave show EVER!”

“You rock, cutie! And you got good taste! Come on, you strangely dressed but hot looking woman.”

Now when the Hoff drives, its disturbing. He tells bad jokes and laughs a lot.

“What do termites eat for breakfast? Oakmeal!”



Hilarious! Not!

Over the next day The Hoff made friends with the Monkeyboy leader that follows me all over LGS studios. He popped out my pack and they hit it off so well I was ignored for hours. I was thankful for that. I needed a breather.



We went to an award ceremony. He won for Biggest Ego on The Planet. He was thrilled. The Hoff broke down, literally. I wanted to leave. Side note: the judges have obviously never met Vader. The Hoff wouldn’t have won.

“You love me, you really love me!” he cried.



Finally, he took me to a convention and walked me around like I was a prize he had won. I had a fixed smile on my face.

“Hey, baby! Isn’t that you?” the Hoff asked, pointing.

I looked over and almost choked. There was a poster that had Hottest Jedi Knight Babe of the Month with my picture on it! The Hoff grabs it and holds it up.

“WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA! HAAWWTTTT!”



I’m going to kill someone.

That was the end of three days of the Hoff. He brought me back to the studio, gave me his number and drove off in a car that looks a lot like the K.I.T.T. car. He tried to jump a supply truck and ended up crashing. I just walked off.

I did hear from someone that he hung the poster up in his office. Nice. Hope he enjoys the Imperial visit he is going to get later.

Thanks everyone! I have enjoyed competing in this show. Vote for me!



(Thanks to Xavier for giving me the slave pic he made.)

Hench’s Challenge

Your challenge is this:

You will go on a pilgrimage to the past.

There you will make a life-changing decision you must stick to for the rest of your life. Must be major, changing your hair color won’t work. Must be profound.

In this pilgrimage there must be:

a door you go through three times,

a ghost (not Petrelil, don’t even try it),

a spoon,

and you must lose one article of clothing for every hour you are in the past.

I know what you are thinking. What the polly-wog-a-ding-dong was she thinking? I’m was thinking Hench will be in his underpants when he comes back.

I’m counting on it.

Good luck, honey bee.

Hat pick

Ladies and Gents,

For the final challenge. Dark Jedi Kriss and I, have to pick each other quests. DJK picks and hide the piece of paper.

Not good.

I feel nervous, I need all the luck I can get.

I shove my hand in.

I pick out a piece and read.

You must live three days...Of the Hoff.

You will live a total of three different days of Mr. David Hasseloff.



Ha.

Dental for all.

Dr.Polaris rules.

Challenge #11

The challenge has been cast. The gauntlet thrown down. Many have been called, few have answered. On the planet Hacknor... On Fire Island D, twelve brave contestants will compete.
Two remain, but there can be only one.
Who will falter? Who will thrive? Who will be

"This is it, ladies and gentlemen. This is the final challenge, the last hoorah, the final countdown. Your toughest challenge yet."

"Oh are we going to pull a challenge out of a hat like last year?"

From behind his back, Jon produces a hat.

"Ta dah!"

"A hat?"

"You got it, Kriss. Within this hat is several pieces of paper; pull one out and read that challenge, Gladiators."

"Heh, maybe I'll get to have a heart to heart with a quack again."

"We'd all be better off if you did, Henchman. That challenge may be in there or maybe you'll be launched out of a cannon or maybe you need to save a planet from a horrific plague. Who knows? Well, that hat knows I guess."

"And the contestants are judging again?"

"That's right, but in addition to all contestants, the viewers get a vote as well. Who will win, the Jedi who's been taking on these last several challenges like gangbusters or the unstoppable cybernetic juggernaut? So, who's choosing first?"

"How about ladies first."

"Thank you."

Dark Jedi Kriss reaches for the hat.

"Oh wait, did I mention that you'll be drawing for your opponent?"

Challenge 10, Judgement

The challenge has been cast. The gauntlet thrown down. Many have been called, few have answered. On the planet Hacknor... On Fire Island D, brave contestants will compete. Who will falter? Who will thrive? Who will be

The judgment is upon you.




After this, it is down to two.



Who's paper selling skills helped him very little on this last challenge?



Mr. Bennet you are not the Last Gladiator Standing, goodbye.

If it's any consolation, I thought that your post was the best one of the batch.


Or at the very least second or third best.


The final challenge is coming up next.