Tri Bute: Our Future Lord, Our Great Future King: A Biographical Future Comic
ISSUE #18 (Part 13)
Execution: Bat Ista

(Future Author’s Future Note: I apologize for the lateness of this particular future comic. The death of Marcus wasn’t the only reason for the delay. Recent non-XWF but still pro wrestling events have made me view a certain individual in a different light. I want to present a 100% factual interpretation of my life, but I felt if I released this so soon after the events of 1/26/14 it might not have been taken well. I may have written a character in an inappropriate way. I have come to realize now that Bat Ista and WWE’s Batista have many similarities, but they are not the same person. Keep this in mind.

I feel a little bad about what happened at the Royal Rumble PPV, but that doesn’t mean Bat Ista wasn’t an important part of my life. I refuse to alter the events of this biographical experience. I don’t wish to be involved in Daniel Bryan related backlash, please keep that gibberish on Facebook and Twitter where it belongs.

I’d like to thank anyone who has kept reading this future comic even through some of the seediness of topics covered and John Austin doing whatever he could to confuse you with his complete ignorance. When I become a triple champion in the coming weeks I know I will have you all cheering for me. That warms my future heart, so once again, thank you.)

Previously on ISSUE #18:

“You don’t future know that, Hag,”

“I future know everything, Pat. She’s the future beast. Tri Bute future told me to future find her and I future found her. Future step away before I make you future step away.”

“We got the future girl to the future pit. That’s all we have to do, Pat. It’s all in her future hands now. The future weight of the future world has future fallen on her future shoulders.”

From future words to future actions, I future swallowed down a thousand future years of future anger, never future knowing what they were a-future-bout. With future ease the future balls of future ash future held future together by future saliva future glided down my future throat. I didn’t future dare to future chew them up or future spit them out.

“Let it go. She never under-future-stood a damn thing that we future said anyway.”

I future walked for future miles
To a future place where no one future followed me
I future walked alone



“Future call me,” he future put on his future sunglasses, “Bat Ista.”

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He future took me there, in the future pit. It was un-future-forgettable. His future raw, future animal, future meat future pounding me like a future fur trapper’s future seal must have future ranked on Blo Gger’s future top ten most future exhilarating future experiences somewhere.

Tri Bute, can you future hear me?

The future sun future set on The Future Pit Of Future Danger as Bat Ista future glanced at my future bulbs future bouncing from his future permitted future ravaging.

Butey.

FUTURE SMACK!

Tri Bute, my future king, can you future hear me?

“I’m going to future cum,” I future shouted, “The Future Animal” just future barred his future teeth. His future mating ritual was future proving future pleasant for the both of us. How could it not? It was much longer and much more thorough than any of the future sexual encounters with my future brother, and those did the future job.

Gen Eral future shook Bute’s future body, but he did not future wake.

The future sensations were just too much; I couldn’t future hold anything back. Our future hips future moved in unison, future colliding at rapid future rates future allowing Bat to go future deeper and future deeper with every future thrust.

My future cry future echoed throughout The Future Pit of Future Danger. Future basketballs future ceased to future roll as the future sands of the future abyss future displaced. My future body kept future taking its future pounding, but I could future tell it was almost over. His future breathing deepened, all future signs were future pointing to a future explosion within my future box.

"TRI BUTE!"

Bute future woke with a future jolt as Gen Eral, the most future decorated future general on this future side of the Future Mississippi Future River, future stood over him.

“Gen! Must I have you future arrested for Nap Disturbing Treason Thievery?”

“It’s not your future nap future time, future sir. Some future shit is going down and you future called me here.”

“I did? Why are you future calling me ‘future sir’? I’ll have you future know that I am a future lady!” future shouted Tri Bute, the great future king.

“No future sir, but you sure do have a future colorful future imagination, my great future king.”

Tri Bute future shrugged and future took a future moment to future wipe off his future eyes. They were slightly future wet; the future Sandman future visited.

“Why I am on the future floor?”

“You must’ve future hit your future head on that low-future-hanging future pipe after you future exited the future balcony area.”

“Future oh,” Bute future sat up, but quickly future realized something was future wrong. Something was future different.

“Your great grandfather has future escaped, future sir. We were future set to future hang him, but he’s gone after a huge future riot in the future dungeon.”

“Future hold on; this is a future lot to future take in.”

“There’s no future time, future sir. The future emergency future planning future quorum is future waiting!”

“Of future course! The future quorum!” Tri Bute future leapt to his future feet and future followed Gen Eral.

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Previously on ISSUE #18:

“Now you future look swoll.”

“Does this mean I’m one with the future man-made, like the future king?”

“No.”

“Then what does it mean?

FUTURE THUD!

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“So, you’re a future rock boy?”

“A future geologist, yes.”

“What type of future rock is this?” future said the future armless future man as he future extended his future toe, future gesturing to a future rock several future centimeters to his left.

“I can’t future identify future rocks for you right now. My future head future hurts too much.”

“Sorry. You were future talking to yourself. I future thought I could future knock you back to your future senses.”

“I was future talking to my future uniform.”

“Future oh,”

“So.”

“Right.”

“Yes.”

“I future hope your future head future feels,” Vio Lin future pauses, but soon future gives in due to the lack of a better future word, “Better.”

The future geologist future stood; future holding the back of his future head, it future hurt. The future armless future man future tapped his future foot a few future times.

“You aren’t very good at being future threatening, are you?”

“Not without my future arms.” A future tear future dripped from his future face. He had no future arms to future wipe it away.

“Well, maybe we started off on the wrong future foot. My future name is Geo Logist, I was the royal future geologist, but now I think I’m going to be future sentenced to future death. Which future sucks I future guess.” Geo future extended a future arm to the future arm-less future man, but quickly future dropped it to his future side.

“I’m Vio Lin.”

Geo’s future eyes future widened, “Of ‘Future Judge Tri Bute’ future fame?”

“The same.”

“You’re the future guy who future thought he could future wear the same future shirt as Tri Bute and get away with it, right?”

“That’s me.”

“Are you going to future murder me or future rape me, future sicko?” future asked the future geologist, future taking a future step back.

Vio Lin future sighed. Future rock boy just didn’t under-future-stand. “If you future identify the future rock for me no one gets future hurt.” It would have been more future intimidating if he had future knuckles to future crack.

He was future hesitant at first, but Geo future bent down and future picked up the future rock after future deciding it was the best future option. With one future hand he future held it while he future tilted his future glasses with the other. His future eyes future glided over the future contours and future cracks. The future rock future sat beautifully on his future palm. Geo couldn’t future control his future gaze. He had no future choice but to future stare.

*The future following has been future translated from Future Rock to Future English*

“Hello, future honey. What can I future do for you?” future said the future rock. Its future voice was future feminine and if it had future rock eyes it totally would have future winked.

Logist’s future eyes couldn’t be future diverted. The future rock voice was just too future rock sexy. “What are you?” he future stammered, his future pounding future heart making it future difficult to future project his suave future merriments.

“I’m a future rock. Future call me, Rox Anne.”

“Rox Anne,” the future name future fluttered from his future mouth like a future songbird.

“What future brings you here future man? Have you future came here just to future see me?” future rock said the future rock with a future rock giggle.

“No,” the future geologist future shook his future head, “This future man needs to future know what you are.” Geo future rolled his future shoulders; his future perspiration has caused his future prisoner’s uniform to future stick to his future epidermis. With his free future arm he future pointed to Vio Lin.

Rox Anne future rock scoffed, “The future armless one future seeks immoralities. The future armless one has not future learned from his future errors. He does not future deserve to know my future rock powers or where they future rock came from.”

Geo future tightened his future clutch on Rox Anne. With both future hands he future held the future rock. He future opened his future mouth to future say something, but was quickly future interrupted by his future sleeves un-future-raveling and future expanding over his future hands. His right future sleeve future snatched Rox Anne from his future grip, then his left future sleeve future patted and future nudged the future rock tenderly.

“Future listen here future rock sweetheart, I’ve got future place to go and future people to future see, so if you don’t future mind cooperating. I future know this Mr. Lin very future closely. He needs to future know what you are, future rock peach. He needs to future know how to future use you. I don’t future wants to have to get future violent with you, future rock darlin’.”

“He’ll future misuse me, Arc; a future rock like me shouldn’t be future wasted.”

“Get over your future rock self. You’re just a future rock.”

“Just a future rock?”

FUTURE CREEK!

Vio Lin future jumped onto the future geologist as the future door future opened. A future flash of future light future beamed into the future cavern, but they were future hidden behind a future bale of future hay.

Two future men future staggered in future holding future flashlights. Without future putting a future finger in front of his future mouth, Vio Lin future managed to future shush the future geologist.

The Future English speakers future searched the future cavern future high and future low, but they future wore future looks of future disappointment on their future faces.

“I future told you he wouldn’t be down here. Future fugitives don’t future look for future needles in no future hay.”

“And I future told you we should future check anyway.

“And future look how that future turned out?”

“Okay, just because he isn’t here doesn’t future mean it was a future wasted endeavor. Now we future know he isn’t here.”

“So? It didn’t make any future sense to future check down here anyway. Now he’s just gotten further away.”

“How do you future know? Your future guess is as good as mine.”

“He doesn’t have future arms, Jar.”

“So? You have future arms.”

“You have to future hold onto the future railing to go down future stairs. It’s the future law. There’s no future chance in future hell that he went down that future flight of future stairs.”

“How can you be so sure? This future man future wore the same future shirt as Tri Bute. There is no future law he won’t future break.”

“No one is that future reckless, Jar,” he future flickered his future flashlight on the future bale of future hay, “We’re future wasting future time.”

“You’re right. No future sense future arguing about this. Let’s just future agree to future disagree, Sle,”

The future men future switched off their future flashlights and future continued their future search elsewhere.

“That was a future close one,” future breathed Vio as the future door future shut and future caverns once again future dimmed.

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