"Rock On!"

Here's another contrived piece from the mind that belongs to me. :)

"Rock On!"
By: Michael T. Flanders

Amp strummed his guitar, vanquishing yet another of Spazzy Jazzy’s monstrous henchmen. They kept attacking, scary servants of hip hop and rap, all with the intent to rid the world of everything that rocked. Some had two heads, others flew upon the wings of dragons. There were even some that breathed the icy wind of the north. Yet Amp remained vigilant, striking chords of destruction that vanquished each foe. His rifts were infused with the power of the Rock Lords, granting him the ability to turn his guitar into a weapon for the cause.

And this weapon was being used tirelessly tonight. It seemed that after one monster was slain, two would appear to take its place. This didn’t detour Amp from his mission however. Instead, he cranked the volume up to eleven and continued his charge into Spazzy Jazzy’s evil lair. It was here that he not only would put an end to Jazzy’s absurd plans to destroy rock, but he’d also rescue the Metal King’s daughter, Princess Ibanez. In fact, she was the key to Spazzy Jazzy’s plan, for she was the heir to all that was rock and roll. If Ibanez was thrown into the Pit of Hip on the night of the Vocalized Moon, everything she would inherit upon taking the thrown would turn to dust. Amp couldn’t allow that. No, he’d fight with every last breath he had to ensure rock would never perish under the rule of anything “hip”. With this, he made each strike of the chords that much more imperative.

Finally he reached the main ritual chamber…

Kicking the doors open, Amp was ready for the rock gig of his life. He held his guitar with force. Raising a hand to drag a pick across the strings, Amp prepared to drown out the repetitive and tired beats that resonated throughout this place. But he found himself stuck, frozen in place. His hand couldn’t move. His fingers remained glued to the fret board, prisoners of some invisible warden. Suddenly he heard a voice from across the room. “So good of you to join us,” said Spazzy Jazzy, “we’ve been expecting you for some time now.”

Amp looked across the chamber, across the void that was the Pit of Hip, only to see his arch-nemesis. “Jazzy,” he began, “it’s been a long time.” “Too long.” The King of Hip responded. He slowly stepped into the firelight that surrounded the room, showing Amp that he wasn’t alone. Princess Ibanez was dragged into view by the chains Jazzy so heartlessly tugged on. She was dressed in an unusual garb, shiny and extremely loose-fitting. Amp noticed her ability to speak was taken away by some sort of gag.

“Ibanez! What have you done to her?!” yelled Amp.

Jazzy laughed. “Easy there, tiger. You may be restrained through my paralyzing beats, but I may still feel threatened. If that happens I could be forced to drop your sweet princess here down the pit ahead of schedule.”

There stood Amp, paralyzed and glaring across at Jazzy. “Oh Amp, why such the long face? You knew this was coming ages ago.”

“Yeah, and I should’ve rocked you into oblivion then.” Amp muttered through gritted teeth. As if to answer for Jazzy, a loud humming noise suddenly radiated through the room, drowning out the Hip Hop Master’s phat paralyzing beats. The Vocalized Moon now loomed overhead.

Jazzy pulled hard on Ibanez’s chains, moving her into position just above the pit. “It’s here, it’s finally here!”, he exclaimed, his excitement contained for no one. Ibanez struggled with her mouth restraint, freeing her ability to speak. “Amp, the paralyzing song is weakened because of the moon’s humming,” she yelled, “play something on your guitar, quick!”

Although the song was weakened, Amp still remained frozen. He could feel its pull fading though, as he slowly started fingering the strings on his fret board once more. Another minute and he could play a power chord strong enough to take out Jazzy. Another minute could prove too late for Ibanez.

Shoving Ibanez’s gag back in her mouth, Jazzy prepared to sacrifice her. “Enough talking, princess! Not it’s time for you to perish, and for me to take my rightful place as the slayer of rock!”

“Wait!” Amp needed to buy time. “You really think destroying rock and roll will make up for your past? That’s just sad…”

Jazzy took on a concerned look. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on, we all know you’re doing this because you rocked the least in school. You always had your volume turned low, while the rest of us blared it out until our eardrums bled. Pitiful.” Amp’s feeling in his arm returned upon the delivery of his last line. He grinned.

“What are you smiling about,” Jazzy’s voice broke as he continued, “I still have your precious princess in my grasp! The moon shall be at the right height in just a moment, and everything you loved will be destroyed! Your words mean little to me with that fact to comfort me!”

Still grinning, Amp couldn’t help but savor this moment. “Hey Jazzy, what did I always tell you back in school?” Jazzy scratched his head. “Always put the eyeliner on before the show?” Letting it show his arm was free, Amp took no initiative to hide his bravado. “If the tunes are rockin’, don’t bother knockin’!” He dropped his hand across the strings, unleashing a flurry of light and magic. A pure stream of awesomeness surged from the body of the guitar and hit Jazzy, sending him down the Pit of Hip right as the Vocalized Moon moved into position.

Having saved rock from destruction, Amp ran to Ibanez. He untied her, giving her back her freedom, yet she seemed distressed. “Amp, we don’t have time. You may have stopped Jazzy, but he was just a pawn. Beiber Fever rises in the south, and threatens to attack us any day now, making Jazzy’s plan come to fruition.”

Amp smirked. “No worries, princess. This just gives me another reason to keep rockin’ on.” They both fled the castle with haste, preparing for yet another adventure fueled by good tunes and awesome stage lighting…

The End