Stryker's Coast(s) Thesis: American Gang Quiz

Kurtis Stryker transformed as an Earth-realm vigilante finds miracle-marks with a listening-lawyer for a damsel city-case for just waffle prayer (Mortal Kombat fanfiction).

A 'fantastic' Stryker (Mortal Kombat) characterization/fanfic. An extra-piece been on my mind. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction offers no ties to the Mortal Kombat franchise/avatars and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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LAWYER: As your defender in this 'weird' vigilante case, I advice hard-austerity!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Hey, sir...I'm just a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American hero.

LAWYER: You took a hand-in-matter quite 'brightly' for a dark City of Angels, pal!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I had some alternatives, no?

LAWYER: Perchance I believe you or in you, about your street-damsel in Hell!
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Esmerelda was cross-fire caught in a Lakers-Celtics war, sir.

LAWYER: So, she'd been writing about basketball-rivalry (TV) and became mark?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: She needed a night-vigilante to intercede and snatch her.

LAWYER: The court-judge will deem you criminally-insane, were it not for IQ.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I come to you for that IQ, sir...the gang-war confused cops!

LAWYER: Fine, but it's 'hyperbole' for acid-fiction in the City of Angels, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like (for entropy's voters).

"Of course, no one knew Mr. Satan (Amlan!) was not really a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American ice-hockey coach in the City of Angels who came-across the NBA-blogs of dear-damsel Esmerelda, a lovely-woman who got caught in the crossfire of a dark/sinister gang-war in my Cali-city of things Heaven/Hell, between rival gangs of Lakers/Celtics bias living right here on Earth but resembling Martians from the dark-side and boasting bad-weaponry. Amlan Satan, my client, was not just a Slovak-Algerian Catholic citizen but an Outworld dimensions-portal crossing super-combat skilled cop-like 'traveler' named Kurtis Stryker, transformed to find some Earth-realm adventure for fiction/personals and wielding fine toys for distribution to inner-city youngsters for nonviolence stories (damn). I became his great lawyer, friends (secret)."

LAWYER: You invaded this Lakers-Celtics gang-war in the city with acid-guns?

MR. AMLAN SATAN (Stryker): What if I'm an Outworld-traveler named Stryker?

LAWYER: Tell me your fantasy later, pal...but you infiltrated the 2-gangs for IQ.

MR. AMLAN SATAN (Stryker): I persuaded them to chase me as a target-master.

LAWYER: And Esmerelda was the declared stake-prize for streets-gossip, eh?

MR. AMLAN SATAN (Stryker): I'd feed the cops the info needed to crack down!

LAWYER: Esmerelda found herself a target for the rival 'NBA-fan' gangs, eh?

MR. AMLAN SATAN (Stryker): Soon the City of Angels talked Colors-humor, ha.

LAWYER: We'll tell the court-judge you'd been 'moved' by Orion, pal (ok).

"So, because 'Mr. Amlan Satan' (Stryker) got hard-cues vital to confounded City of Angels cops, the court-judge was lenient thinking he was (simply/only) criminally insane (for judgment/doubt). He flew to Brussels with dear-damsel Esmerelda to seek special therapy (psychiatric-care) under my recommendation and run a waffle-dive with his darling's money gifted by her late-granny (damn). Stryker got his Outworld-crossing adventure-tale for fiction-writers (and maybe lawyers like me) for things...jellyfish."

STRYKER: We're all Belgian-waffle now, Esmerelda (ok).

ESMERELDA: When I was a girl, I used to listen to my brother talk Celtics-art.

STRYKER: This was an escapism-beauty for Earthling (L.A.) things...quotable!

ESMERELDA: Who says chivalry's dead, Mr. Amlan Satan (hmmm)?

STRYKER: No one (for nerds).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)