2004-03-16 - 11:10 p.m.

This is Actionhero slacking and trying to avoid doing work and being Distracted. All events, locations and people are made up and were not inspired by or based on any events that happened in the last 96 hours.

The music was jamming, the kind of music to dance to and get your blood hot. Actionhero tried to enjoy it but busting out with that-Psycho-Bruce-Lee-Shit kind of took his attention away. He had planned on a quiet weekend but a cryptic message had aroused his attention. It wasn’t the fact the message had been loaded with sinuendo; he just didn’t like that someone know how to get to him and push his buttons.

So here he was, in a Red Light Dance District, surrounded by vampires and fighting for his life. It was okay, the Tao of Bruce covered shit like this in detail

“You think you’re good, Hero? Even Bruce Lee couldn’t take down Dracula.”

“Yeah well that Bruce you didn’t need to worry about. And as for good? Good bad, I’m the guy with the gun. Two of them.”

The Woo-jin came out: the Chinese god killer symbols glowing on the custom pistols polished gold plating. Target seeking wooded flechettes flew out and started dusting vampires.

“Nice job Actionhero. But what have you got for me?”

He turned and mentally cursed. She was there, a succubus radiating sex and death.

“Sorry baby. I’m not that dumb. See you later.”

“Oh? But what about this?” She ripped off her skirt revealing…

“Black…leather…fuck…me…boots….” Actionhero collapsed to the ground, sweat on his brow, his guns clattering on the ground.

“That’s right. Actionhero’s kryptonite.”

What would Bruce do? Two Words: Selina Kyle.

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