Game-of-Death {Fanfiction}

A Story by Abishai100

A fun adaptation of the (dark) Bruce Lee project about incomplete-distances to recruited hero-mazes of levels challenge of combat, underworld-IQ, and Selfie-downs.

A fun/knit Game of Death (Bruce Lee) epic-adaptation for your first Saturday of Thanksgiving-November (ha). Thanks for reading (enjoy),

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DIRECTOR: My friends wish to conference with you, Satan (ok?).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Sir, I'm a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American combat-actor only!

DIRECTOR: Well, they like your field-stage skills for their recruitment secret, ok?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Our film-work for blood-diamonds is merely fiction/capitalism.

DIRECTOR: My friends are part of an underground ellipse for a recruit-game, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: They've measured my combat-skills for an invisible game now?

DIRECTOR: Don't refuse them, Satan...this is a game-of-death, with no escape-IQ.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Wow...they must be desperate, for some underground Hell!

DIRECTOR: Good luck, Satan (Facebook-like).

Amlan Satan knew only of the work of fiction/film with his 'extra credit' combat acumen for acrobatics and adventurism when his boss/director linked him to his underground ellipse 'friends' who sought secret/underworld recruits for a game-of-death exhibition tied to real underworld diamonds/treasures retrieval in a labyrinth multi-level snow-cabin in the American Homeland guarded by treasure-pirate warlords hired super-warriors (wow). Amlan didn't know what to think/say...but to not refuse (Selfie-like).

WONG: Thanx for the accept of the game, Satan (ok).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've trained in a dojo for extra credit duties here, sir.

WONG: Your boss/director knew you'd the smarts not to refuse us here/now, ok.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: So, I'm to enter this snow-cabin and take-out guardians, sir?

WONG: Be very careful, Satan; cast yourself as (masked) 'angel' for know-no, ok?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You've tried this before (and failed), sir?

WONG: We're choreographing an underworld strike against the cabin's Lord, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Sounds like an evil empire, sir.

WONG: They're very evil, Satan; it's why our adventure here concerns Interpol.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Interpol, the Euro-police body for varied Earth things?

WONG: They're inquiring of the cabin Lord's 'mall' ties to blood-diamonds, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What happens if I triumph in humbling the cabin-guardians, sir?

WONG: Well, then Interpol shall feel sigh for stories; and we'll 'drift' away (ok!).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'll do my best, sir (for 'onside' underground)...thanx (I think).

WONG: Best-of-wire, Satan (Facebook-like).

Amlan Satan primed himself for his snow-cabin 'examination' of multi-level evil-Empire guardians holding down a hostel-station where pirates/mercs would lodge for the spicing of prestige for the cabin's Lord/owner who expanded his 'blood-diamond' empire that sent goosebumps to the brains of all underground rivals/companies, including the Wong-co. that hired/recruited Amlan Satan for this entry/challenge 'game-of-death' to humble the diamonds-chandelier Empire (wow). Amlan had to invoke his film/arts training of combat and target-master excellence for 'cleats' and 'adjectives' to down the multi-level guardians hoarding the prestige of their cabin-owner (the Lord). All Mr. Satan had to do (now!) was to balance muscle-mind for 'erasure' of things of knucklebones (for evils-matter). Would he prove some ideas (for the Ego)?

WONG: I doubt he'll triumph (damn).

MR. LAND: Can he handle (all) four-guardians inside that Lord's cabin, Wong?

WONG: There's 4-guardians inside that snow-hellmouth for challenge/game, ok.

MR. LAND: Describe the guardians, Wong (if you know).

WONG: There's 4-elves inside, Mister Land...Shootist, a Giant, Num-chuck, Ant.

MR. LAND: Ant, Wong?

WONG: The Ant is the worst, Mister Land...he can creep around your limbs!

MR. LAND: What's your 'hero' armed with (this Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian)?

WONG: He's got water-guns loaded with acid...claims he can heat floors-shapes.

MR. LAND: Let's hope he can do it...for an 'Interpol-relation' hospital (ok).

WONG: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

Did Satan win? He did. He was able to use his 'acid-gun' theater, with skill gained from his film/art training in the American Homeland (ha) to disorient the 4-guardians from the dark-side of the underworld inside that snow-cabin owned by that 'Lord' of blood-diamonds' vertigo his boss's friends hired him to unnerve (for an 'Interpol-relation' examination credit-magnet for story-makers!).