Under the glaring lights of a massive stadium packed with John America’s chanting fans, Vik Boi cracked his knuckles, ready for a good, honest brawl. Across from him, John America stood in his star-spangled cowboy hat, gripping a microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," he bellowed, "this one’s for freedom!" As the crowd roared, Vik Boi darted forward, clocking John right on the jaw. But John stumbled back dramatically, pulling a mini American flag from his pocket and wiping the blood away.
Before Vik could follow up, John whistled sharply, and eagles —armed with fireworks and miniature American flags—descended from above, disorienting Vik. "You don’t fight freedom with fists, son," John drawled, pulling a concealed revolver from his holster and firing warning shots at Vik's feet. Stumbling over the sparks and chaos, Vik tripped, and John tackled him, pinning him down with surprising strength. John Pins vik down, sitting on him while enjoying a burger and a hotdog. "You fatass!" Vik shouts, unable to escape. "Of course i'm fat, i'm an american" he replies. John America finishes his food then stands up, pulling 170 guns out of thin air as the fans roared, he blasted Vik Boi so much he exploded, as the fans roared in excitement, chanting "U-S-A!" and "JOHN AMERICA".
