Centipede: Cheerleader-Style {DateDried}

A Story by Abishai100

Directed image of a Florida-vigilante whose crusade to protect a cheerleader from terrorism lights an Earth-sign for diamond-eye(s).

A fanfiction of The Last Boy Scout (Tony Scott). Enjoy!

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My name's Amlan Satan and I've been pursuing the trails of a certain Jaguar-cheerleader (football) so as to protect her from a terrorist threat as the new sports-TV season approaches, making any given Sunday a signpost for danger in the United States.

I had encountered this fair damsel at a special stadium job-fair in the early summer and noted her interest(s) in commercial markets for team-related merchandising (toys) and wondered if she'd been trailed for her cheers for capitalism-IQ in the post-9/11 era in the United States.

My name's Amlan Satan (aka, 'Storm-Shadow'), a self-appointed Florida gatorland vigilante who believes this defense of Earth-realm should ward-off the 'aliens' of terrorism that threaten everyday amenity-consciousness (Facebook-IQ) in the United States. I'm a devoted Catholic (by practice!).

I've been training to use my mini-silencer pistol and combat-skills/targeting modeled after a mechanical-centipede computer model. This 'Centipede-Style' of martial-defense used to ward-off the evil terrorists trailing this lovely Florida-sports cheerleader (in the United States) should hoist my Catholic-confidence regarding imaginative patriotics and defense of the realm in sunny Florida.

CHEERLEADER: I got this awesome toy keyboard in my mailbox and wondered (honestly) if it was from friend...or foe.

As I sat in the Jaguar-stadium ahead of a special game on a special Sunday in the sports-season in sunny-Florida, I'd noted the special magical circumstance(s) in which a terrorist would seek to destroy an American spirit in the United States and targeted my concealed/hidden mini-silencer when I spotted the bearded terrorist across my line-of-sight, just across from my seat-section which had already begun being filled by the awesome fans of football.

CHEERLEADER: Thanks for inviting me to this post-game walk in the Florida-parkway(s), my good hero-man.

ME: Cool; it was a pleasure to ward off that strange 'bearded-man' who was anything but a 'Catholic' love of Florida-nature!

We got married one year later, and I discovered in this post-9/11 era in the United States that the civil defense(s) of Earth-realm requires a special magic in terms of choreographed patriotics re-presentations for the express/limited purposes of 'excellence' in sports-media/market diaries.