Clones: Beat Down, #1

By Michael S. Hunter

Kurt Sniveller and his henchmen, the Sprite Squadron, have kidnapped Russell B. Goode's brother, Gary. Also missing are hundreds of sharks. As Sniveller's sinister plot to take over the world is revealed, Russell and his friends must go on a mission to bring the madman and his cronies to their knees.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AMMFA Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524208370

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Clones

Clones

Beat Down Episode 1

Michael S Hunter

AMMFA Publishing

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Beat Down— Episode 1: Clones

Copyright © Michael S. Hunter 2012

Published by AMMFA Publishing

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The right of Michael S. Hunter to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the Author.

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This story is a work of fiction and is a product of the Author’s imagination. All resemblances to actual locations or to persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

Also by Michael S Hunter

The Beat Down! action/comedy novella series

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Beat Down 1— Clones

Beat Down 2— The Heist

Beat Down 3— Badassaur!

Beat Down 4— The Sneevla

About the Author

Michael S. Hunter was born at the dawn of time and now resides somewhere south of midnight in a quaint little town known as Valhalla. He is a former professional wrestler and a fulltime badass who spends his time breaking rocks with his bare hands and snapping trees over his knees. He believes that morality and virtues are important regardless of your political or religious beliefs and that no home is complete without at least one cat.

Michael S Hunter would love to hear from you:

Twitter: @michaelshunter1

www.ammillionmilesfromanywhere.net/michael-s-hunter

Michael S. Hunter’s Beat Down!

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Episode 1 - Clones

Russell T. Goode is the most badass thing in existence. Borderline immortal, he is the only seven-times Olympic Power Wrestling Champion in history (and was so good he fought himself in each final), and is the current star of the World Wrestling Organisation, for which he is the reigning Inter-Regional Champion. He can breathe underwater, chew through steel, send messages in radio frequencies only a dog can hear, plus his sweat has magical properties that make it a trace ingredient in the awesome soft drink Beat Down!, as well as a top seller on internet auction sites. On top of everything, he's a champion for the environment, and has won numerous Nobel Prizes for various things, including persuading every government in the entire world to ban private cars.

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However, his arch enemy, Kurt Sniveller, a retired wrestler himself, is up to no good. Always on a mission to take over the world - or at the very least, disrupt Russell's life - he is in constant need of a good Beat Down. Luckily, Russell is on hand to dish one out.

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Fleshed out by a colourful cast of characters including Russell's best friend Mart - a talking shark, his manager Rip T. Chest, his beautiful girlfriend Belinda, his assistant Marny, and of course the eccentric part chav / part pirate Cap'n Nerv, Beat Down! is a comedy action adventure series like no other.

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In Episode 1 - Clones, Kurt Sniveller and his henchmen, the Sprite Squadron, have kidnapped Russell's brother, Gary. Also missing are hundreds of sharks. As Sniveller's sinister plot to take over the world is revealed, Russell and his friends must go on a mission to bring the madman and his cronies to their knees.

Clones

Russell T. Goode had just won the Inter-Regional Championship for an unprecedented eleventh time when he heard an urgent shout from the side of the wrestling ring. He took his foot off the back of his beaten opponent and looked towards his corner, where his assistant and his manager were beckoning him over.

‘Russ! Quickly! I have some bad news!’ called his manager, Rip T. Chest, himself a former champion wrestler.

Russell frowned. No bad news was bad enough to stop him flexing his magnificent biceps and exemplary pectorals to his legions of adoring fans, so he ignored the shout for a while and did his regular showman routine, leaping up on to the corner ropes to salute his crowd. His fans were almost exclusively hot chicks, so many that Russell often felt like the king rooster on a battery farm. He carried on for a good five minutes before lumbering over to his corner in that pendulum-walk way which only overly-muscled champion pro-wrestlers can perfect.

‘Bad news, Russ,’ Rip said. ‘I just got word that your brother Gary has been kidnapped.’

Russell gritted his teeth, quietly pleased at how powerful his jaw felt. ‘How do you know?’

‘There was a note left on your brother’s kitchen table. Marny went round to deliver the latest copy of Badass Wrestler Magazine—the one with you on the cover, because you know how jealous that makes him—and the door had been forced. When Marny went inside he found the note. Someone had fixed it to the table by melting a Kick-Leg Action Russell wrestling doll over it. The head had been pulled off and Marny found it floating in the toilet bowl. The criminal clearly doesn't like you.’

‘Who would want to kidnap that fool? Do you have the note?’

‘Yes, wait until you see it. It gets worse.’ Rip, wearing a black trench coat that he thought made him look cool even in the hot confines of the wrestling arena, pulled a rolled-up piece of paper from his pocket. It was a small, A5-sized flyer for one of Russell’s recent performances. A pair of spectacles and a moustache had been scribbled in biro over a photograph of a triumphant Russell with his arms aloft.

Rip turned the paper over in his hands, cleared his throat and began to read. ‘Dear Russell No-Good. Your brother Gary is now my prisoner. You will never see him again. I hope you cry into your pillow every night like the big girl’s blouse the whole world will one day know that you are. Yours, with love as always, Kurt Sniveller.’

Russell stroked his chiselled, anvil-shaped chin. ‘That bounder,’ he breathed. ‘I can’t believe it. How dare he call me no good? He really has never