MisterJLA is confronted by backstage interviewer "The Crotch" before the DCMB Champ gets into a limo...

TC: "JLA! MisterJLA! What is your reaction?"

JLA: "Reaction to what, you simpering idiot? Can't you see that I'm trying to get into my beautiful limo? That's right, it's mine. All mine. You ride in style when you're the Champ. What do you want to talk about? My glorious debut as a tag wrestler? Well, I would like to say that I'm humbled and honored, but I knew Howdy and I would win the match. With my ring savvy, and Howdy's...uh, I don't know, ability to wear down our opponents by taking a proper beating, I knew we couldn't lose. The Playboys are tough, I'll give them that, but they were outclassed by me."

TC: "You mean outclassed by you *and* Howdy, right?"

JLA: "Oh yeah, sure, whatever. Now I have to get going. I'm off to celebrate at my strip club of choice, where I might get a handie from my favorite girl if the bouncer isn't paying attention...I MEAN, I'm off to have free sex with a beautiful groupie of mine who is built like a centerfold."

TC: "But wait, JLA, I never got your reaction to the news of your next tag match!"

JLA: "I suppose you'll have the honor of telling me who my...our opponents will be. Will it be the Tag Champs? Will the Allied Powers FINALLY get our shot at the gold?"

TC: "Finally? You guys just won your first match..."

JLA: "..."

TC: "No, you and Captain Howdy will face...Team GOP!"

JLA turns pale!

JLA: "But...I...I am a neocon! Howdy will never trust me! He might even try to turn on me before the match!"

Just then JLA sees Captain Howdy get ready to ride away in his motorcycle...

JLA: "Hey, partner...I guess you heard the news! You and I are scheduled to face those two no-good capitalist imperialistic swine, Team GOP! Um..."Four More Years" what a load of bloody rubbish, eh mate? Why, I know the Labour Party can kick their..."

Captain Howdy: "Oh, stop trying to sound British, you tosser! We all know you're a two-bit neocon! I don't care about that! But you better be ready to kick their conservative arses when the match starts!"

JLA: "Pip-pip, old man! We will put the mockers on any hopes of Team GOP giving us a solid rogering!"

Howdy gets on his motorcycle and speeds away, while muttering under his breath about how big a prawn JLA is...

"The Crotch" goes his own way as well. With no one around, JLA walks around the limo, and gets into his car: a '86 Yugo.



"Are you eating it...or is it eating you?"

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