Emosnake and John America lock eyes. "Are you ready?" Emosnake declares in a cold voice. "I was born ready, son, but you aren't ready for the power of America!" John America claps back. The battle begins as emosnake growls, launching himself at John America and attempting to stab him with his sword. John America dodges the attacks, pulling out his guns and firing at emosnake. Emosnake came prepared though, the scottish hero has metal armor under his garments so the bullets can't harm him.
"Enough games, sonny boy" John America shouts, whipping out his bazooka and blasting emosnake with 3 rockets, blowing him up. John America smirks, thinking he has won, but somehow emosnake had managed to survive! He jumps out of the ashes, covered in black dust. "My turn" he declairs, whipping out his ultimate rycock. "Your pathetic little rocket launcher doesn't hold a pussy scented candle to my rycock!" Emosnake states, stroking it hard and fast and ready to blast a mighty bolt of cum, but John America pulls out his American made fireworks, launching them at emosnake and chopping his rycock clean off.
"NOOOOOOO, MY RYCOCK!" Emosnake screams, John America smirks, jumping on emosnake and ready to finish him off, but emosnake grabs John America by the dick, ripping it off and shoving it down his throat. John America chokes on his cock but doesn't give up, using his patriotic hands choke emosnake out. They both fall to the ground, wounded but not defeated. Emosnake, with one last gasp effort, grabs John America by the hair. "Long Live Scotland!" he shouts, about to deliver the final blow, but John America stops him, grabbing his wrists and pinning him to the ground. "FREEDOM ALWAYS WINS, SON!" he shouts as John America grabs emosnake by the head and neck "and one last thing, it's called soccer, not football" America declares, ripping emosnakes head right off his body as he falls back.
The crowd cheers on their american hero, they couldn't be more proud. He put an end to the scottish douchebag and proved that the Land of the Free will always reign supreme. He lifted his weary body onto his horse and rode off into the sunset as the crowd chanted "U-S-A!" behind him.
