The Ultimate Grudge Match
See Dr. Bunsen Honeydew: Growing rich and fat from his underling's work. Just after the Nobel prize for Feltistry on which he became world famous, he got rid of the One who made it all possible. He is greedy for attention, attention which was stolen by his assistant's squeaky voice, orange hair, and plucky attitude. He has been better fed in the intervening years, but has he gotten too soft?
See Beaker: Worn down by the exposure toxic chemicals (now, sadly, as an escape), the hundreds of explosions, the uncounted shrapnel wounds from the thousands of experiments gone awry. He is tired, oh yes, but hard. Living on the streets has made sure of that. The abuse heaped upon Beaker, the festival of ignominy which marked his tireless service, it is all burned into his scarred psyche. So he does what he must do.
The battleground has already been prepared: Muppet Labs, once a place of camaraderie, of shared labor and triumph, now a killing ground. So we come down to it. Will it be revenge, justice for the downtrodden? Or will it be the final chapter in a tale which has grown progressively more bleak and sordid?
Two muppets enter, one muppet leaves.
The Red Manace
Three figures drifted out of the night into the pool of light cast by the last remaining unshattered streetlight on Sesame Street. Ernie leaned his back against Oscar's now deserted trashcan. The smell of Susan's burnt flesh still lingering in the air.
"He's gotten worse, you know," Ernie said around the cigarette clamped in his teeth. "I hear he's been hopped up on Viagra and Zyrtech for the last three days."
"He say he fuck me up ass," breathed Cookie Monster, barely audible. "Me no WANT to be fucked up ass!" he wailed in distress.
"This has to stop," Super Grover whispered, almost to himself. "I have to do something about this," he said with a force and venom that startled even him. His resolve solidified in his bug-eyes. "Tomorrow, in the Arena... this madness ENDS! I will stop Elmo or die trying!"
Battle One! Fight!
We start the festivites with a comparatively simple contest.
The scene: a basement apartment at 321 Sesame Street. The dishes are still in the sink and the beds are unmade. There are pigeon droppings on the kitchen table and someone's left bottlecaps scattered everywhere. Things can't go on like this. This means war.
Bert vs. Ernie on their home turf. Who joins his friends up on the stoop and who goes down in a flurry of torn felt?