Alas... Bodhisattva and Azrael sat around the once regal round table in the once hallowed halls of Castle WadAsia...Now redecorated with Saved by the Bell Posters, Cool Power Ranger Wall Paper, and Skate Board Ramps....Hanson is blaring out through the WadAsian Public Address System..."MMMMM Bop.......MMMMMM Bop"

Bodhisattva and Azrael had been partaking heavily in some Wadasian Root Beer and were desperatley trying to drown their sorrows...Each trying to out do the other's stories about the mighty Dark Knight....Both recanting his amazing rocket jumps and his special forbidden dance.......Both bursting into tears and having more WadAsian Root Beer........

Jeffulot and King Kev were undergoing special cosmetic surgery to look younger so they too could have a chance at the kingship......

The mighty Albino Bob (mysteriously unranked) was away searching for another Kingdom (with a lower ping).....he had been slaying dragons for fun and raping and pillaging his way accross the farrest reaches of WadAsia.....

The newest members, The Saint and Destructis Maximus were away at the church....Destructis was confessing all his sins to the Saint and doing penance....Very strange penance.....he was washing the two-wheeled metal steeds in the Saints stable...

Bon Bon Jon the Awful was trying to learn to RollerBlade at the Kings new Skate Park...erected where the real warriors had once trained.....

There was no Dark Knight.......His weapons locker had been cleaned out and there had been no sign of him in the last few months....

And......upon his throne..eating Twinkies and Watching Turbo Power Rangers was our King.....Mohammad The Boy King (here-to-for his name)....His evil Jester, Direwolf, sat at his feet...throwing darts at the great painting of the Dark Knight that was still on the wall behind the throne......

There were many stuffed animals and hot-wheels cars strewn about the throne room.....

Suddenly a loud crash is heard.......Both the doors to the throne room are forced open and a dark figure advances......A giant of a man...wearing a hooded tunic in the style of GrandMaster Gib-Meister's loyal pupils...the tunic is simple, solid black with no adornments of any kind...just a simple rope belt slung low over his hips....he carried no weapons..no sword...no shield...no pack.....

"How dare you interupt me while the Pink Ranger is fighting the roach people!!!" shreiked our King.....With a flick of his wrist, the Kings sends Direwolf to dispatch this stranger to whatever hellish afterlife was due him..

Direwolf scoops up his axe and comes at the stranger.....With a mighty swing the Evil Jester strikes a killing blow to our stranger and *poof* he is gone....WTF exclaims Direwolf...but is interupted by shrieks from Mohammad the Boy King....As Direwolf spins....he is knocked unconscious by a blow to the back of head by the stranger...

"What dark magic is this??!?!?!" bellowed our Boy King.......

The stranger, saying nothing, advanced toward the King.......The King jumped to his feet and reached for his Rocket Launcher.....and again *poof* the stranger is gone......Mohammad the boy King runs to his fallen Jester screeching "Get up..Get up damn you!!"...his voice near panic.......

A soft thud is heard behind him and Mohammad spins, bringing his Rocket Launcher to shoulder level...when it is ripped out of his hands and thrown across the throne room....

There...standing before the boy King was our dark stranger....."Who are you? screeched the shaking King?!?!?"

In a voice close to a whisper: "You know me...we fought side by side in many a battle. We shared great feasts and laughed as brothers. And this is the thanks I get....I was battling maggots while you were still finger-painting....Yes, You know me......"

With that the dark stranger pulled back his hood and revealed his true identity...it was The Dark Knight!..Not the pudgy, tardy, over-confident, Dark Knight, but rather a lean, muscular, hungry Dark Knight....

"NO!!!!!" Gasped the boy King.

Running footsteps were heard coming into the throne room.....All the WadAsian Warlords had heard the scuffle and had come to see what mischief the King was involved in this time.....

The Dark Knight turned to face them..."Fellow WadAsians....I was defeated not by my lack of skill, but by my lack of proper mental focus..I had become complacent with my crown and took no measures to prevent its capture by this young trainee, barely old enough to practice with wooden swords, much less real armor....."

"No, No my fellow warriors, after my defeat, I traveled aimlesly about the Frozen wastelands....desperately searching for some sign of a reason to live....When I stumbled into the Temple of the Gib-Meister...half dead...GrandMaster Gib-Meister nursed me back to health and taught me the ways of Gib Kwon Do...I have returned to WadAsia to warn Mohammad that I shall be taking back my crown on the next full moon.....My master has taught me his ways and none shall defeat me...."

"So....be warned!!!!!"

The boy King is screeching: "Kill him.....Azrael..Bodhi...Jeffulot...Kev...Kill him...I am your King..I command you!!!!"

Thud...Thud...Thud.....All the warriors were dropping their battle axes to the ground.....Azrael was the first to speak: "O Dark Knight....we wish Wadasia to be returned to its former glory" Bodhisattva says:"Dark One...take us with you back to the GrandMaster Gib-Meister's temple and teach us Gib Kwon Do"

The boy King still shrieking....attacks the Dark Knight with a hidden dagger....

Thump....the Dark Knight deftly grabs Mohammad's wrist and sends him flying....."That gentlemen is Gib Kwon Do...all who wish to learn it follow me...we will return to my masters temple and train...one day to return and retake WadAsia...."

Mohammad the boy King (what is a King with no subjects) and Direwolf's still unconscious body are all that are left in the throne room.....

The boy King curled into a fetal position and sucked his thumb.......

Note: The above story is as true as my recollection will allow...slight inconsistencies maybe found, but these are from its translation from Latin into English for you to read...Our Wadasian scripts are hand inked in latin...the only true language of history
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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