Justin Bieber challenges Tom Cruise to fight in the octagon - best thing ever best thing ever this is the best thing ever
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Little manlet Bieber is just jealous of any man shorter than him, isn't he?
Winner gets to leave the closet?
No, I couldn't help myself.
No, I couldn't help myself.
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Looks like he's really cruisin' for a bruisin'.
RIPhamroll
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The untold story of the roller coaster in clown world. 
For every 'down' of child LGBT exploitation and zoosadism:
There is an 'up' of mother fucking Beiber challenging Tom fucking Cruz to fight in an octagon.
For every 'down' of child LGBT exploitation and zoosadism:
There is an 'up' of mother fucking Beiber challenging Tom fucking Cruz to fight in an octagon.
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That is not exactly how things work, not that I want to understand this, but what has Tom got to lose by not doing it? He is already rich enough.
"Hi, I'm the man who dicktucked to Justin Bieber."
An octagon, huh? Let's ask Jack's opinion.
This needs to happen.
Why?
Why though?
Why though?
altleftleftleft
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I want Tom Cruise to be attended by a bunch of little Scientologist servants. He's like the purebred noble of the story, the Goliath.
In the red corner, our scrappy underdog Justin, attended by his motley crew. He hasn't reached the peak of his power yet, and though Tom could easily crush him... something about this kid intrigues the seasoned veteran.
I wish I had artistic talent so I could do a comic adaptation. Any interested artists who wanna collab with a writer let me know. This is comedy gold were sitting on!
In the red corner, our scrappy underdog Justin, attended by his motley crew. He hasn't reached the peak of his power yet, and though Tom could easily crush him... something about this kid intrigues the seasoned veteran.
I wish I had artistic talent so I could do a comic adaptation. Any interested artists who wanna collab with a writer let me know. This is comedy gold were sitting on!
Why not, it wouldn't be any more crazy then what's going on now.Celebrity Deathmatch is real.
I wish he challenged Betty White to a fight because I would like nothing more to see a nonagenarian beat his little punk ass.
Is there some beef I don't know about, because Tom is like 60 ffs. Is the beebs already out of money and needing to pull stunts like this for a few tv spots to keep the lights on?
altleftleftleft
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I'm only kind of kidding about that collab. I don't know why I went Shakespearean.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Pg 1
*A few panels of a club, people are dancing and having a good time, everyone is horny like Chris-chan with a set of crayons. Justin is talking with a girl after finishing dancing with her. There are no speech bubbles. Justin looks annoyed, but the girl is head over heels in lust with him. She wants him so bad but our hero, uninterested and troubled slinks back into the VIP room, flashing the girl a quick talk to the hand first.*
Pg 2
*Inside the VIP lounge Justin’s best friend Marchisio sits surrounded by 3 women who are fondling his body, mad with the lust all women have for you when you’re JB’s best friend. Justin looks to Marchisio, they exchange a nod, and Marchisio motions for the girls to leave.*
Marchisio: What worries you my lord? Your brow is furrowed as a hungry crow.
*Marchisio remains sitting, smiling at his friend. Throughout this conversation, Justin’s face is deeply troubled and bathed in shadow. Justin takes a seat next to Marchisio*
Justin: And that exactly is the trouble, my dear Marchisio. What is a crow but raged? A scavenger who no matter how much treasure he hordes shall never be seen as the more graceful of God’s creatures.
Marchisio (shocked): Surely you do not draw a likeness to yourself?!
Pg 3
*Justin gets angry and slams the table, causing several glasses and bottles to crash to the ground*
Justin: Should it matter when you do? Though my greatness exceeds the bounds of mine body, Or all immortal space. I fear my reputation to be tethered in place. The masses see me as a trifle, “Justin got arrested for drag racing”, “Justin got kicked out of a mall.” Slanderous stooges!
*Marchisio picks up a bottle from the floor, walks over to the bar and fixes his friend a martini. Hands it to him and says*
Marchisio: Methinks you take the press to hard, it weighs on you so. Hope oft I wish the burden that falls upon your celebrity, could as easily be put upon me.
Pg 4
*Marchisio kisses Justin’s ring, kneeling. Justin brushes him away and strides to the forefront of the panel, a martini clasped elegantly in his hand*
Justin: Yet I remain cursed. Cursed but cleaver, for you see... While the masses may see me as a simple ignoble, they shall have their ignorance lifted. As the mist is lifted by the brilliance of the sun.
*Justin reaches for his phone and begins tweeting*
Pg 5
Justin: As a man who slays a dragon is revered by the people, so too is the man who rises beyond his supposed station. Marchisio, can you tell me how a man becomes a god?
*Marchisio looks lost in thought before replying*
Marchisio: My lord, I did not know such a thing was possible.
Justin: That’s because you lack the imagination my friend. While I aspire for more.
*Over the shoulder shot of Justin’s phone where the tweet is visible. Then a panel of zoom in where the tweet is readable.*
Pg 6 - 7
*Splash page of the tweet*
Justin: The answer is he kills the Old Gods… and supplants them.
Pg 1
*A few panels of a club, people are dancing and having a good time, everyone is horny like Chris-chan with a set of crayons. Justin is talking with a girl after finishing dancing with her. There are no speech bubbles. Justin looks annoyed, but the girl is head over heels in lust with him. She wants him so bad but our hero, uninterested and troubled slinks back into the VIP room, flashing the girl a quick talk to the hand first.*
Pg 2
*Inside the VIP lounge Justin’s best friend Marchisio sits surrounded by 3 women who are fondling his body, mad with the lust all women have for you when you’re JB’s best friend. Justin looks to Marchisio, they exchange a nod, and Marchisio motions for the girls to leave.*
Marchisio: What worries you my lord? Your brow is furrowed as a hungry crow.
*Marchisio remains sitting, smiling at his friend. Throughout this conversation, Justin’s face is deeply troubled and bathed in shadow. Justin takes a seat next to Marchisio*
Justin: And that exactly is the trouble, my dear Marchisio. What is a crow but raged? A scavenger who no matter how much treasure he hordes shall never be seen as the more graceful of God’s creatures.
Marchisio (shocked): Surely you do not draw a likeness to yourself?!
Pg 3
*Justin gets angry and slams the table, causing several glasses and bottles to crash to the ground*
Justin: Should it matter when you do? Though my greatness exceeds the bounds of mine body, Or all immortal space. I fear my reputation to be tethered in place. The masses see me as a trifle, “Justin got arrested for drag racing”, “Justin got kicked out of a mall.” Slanderous stooges!
*Marchisio picks up a bottle from the floor, walks over to the bar and fixes his friend a martini. Hands it to him and says*
Marchisio: Methinks you take the press to hard, it weighs on you so. Hope oft I wish the burden that falls upon your celebrity, could as easily be put upon me.
Pg 4
*Marchisio kisses Justin’s ring, kneeling. Justin brushes him away and strides to the forefront of the panel, a martini clasped elegantly in his hand*
Justin: Yet I remain cursed. Cursed but cleaver, for you see... While the masses may see me as a simple ignoble, they shall have their ignorance lifted. As the mist is lifted by the brilliance of the sun.
*Justin reaches for his phone and begins tweeting*
Pg 5
Justin: As a man who slays a dragon is revered by the people, so too is the man who rises beyond his supposed station. Marchisio, can you tell me how a man becomes a god?
*Marchisio looks lost in thought before replying*
Marchisio: My lord, I did not know such a thing was possible.
Justin: That’s because you lack the imagination my friend. While I aspire for more.
*Over the shoulder shot of Justin’s phone where the tweet is visible. Then a panel of zoom in where the tweet is readable.*
Pg 6 - 7
*Splash page of the tweet*
Justin: The answer is he kills the Old Gods… and supplants them.
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Isn't Tom Cruise like fifty or sixty years old now? Seems kind of mean to pick a fight with an old man.
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his honour? Running away from Justin Bieber lmfao he'll never be considered a man again
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