Heaven & Hell Basketball Showcase Decides Ukraine-Russia Conflict

Photo from 2019's Heaven & Hell Basketball Showcase

CELESTIAL ARENA — Tuesday, August 19, 2025  

An electrified crowd of angels and demons packed Celestial Arena tonight for the opening of the seven-game Heaven & Hell Basketball Showcase. With the winner granted the power to sway the outcome of the Ukraine-Russia conflict, anticipation crackled through every halo and horn.  

Grand Opening Spectacle Dazzles Celestial Arena

The festivities began with a blistering set by rock legend Ozzy Osbourne, whose howl echoed off gilded balconies as pyrotechnics painted the rafters in celestial fire. Directly afterward, wrestling icons Hulk Hogan and Razor Ramon squared off in the center court, body-slamming each other beneath suspended hoops and sending the infernal faithful into a frenzied chant of “Whatcha gonna do when Heaven runs wild on you?”  

Recruitment Clash Sparks Satanic Outcry

Holy Heist: Juicy Jesuits’ Safety-Pin Bank Robbery & Drunk Koala Getaway

VATICAN CITY (Not Really) — In what authorities are calling “the most sacrilegious stunt since someone tried to baptize a cat,” a rogue band of renegade priests known as Junnie’s Juicy Jesuits executed a bank robbery so bizarre it left law enforcement baffled, theologians speechless, and one koala slightly hungover.

🙏 The Leader: Junnie, the Unholy Heartthrob

The group’s charismatic leader, Junnie — a self-proclaimed “serial philanderer with a rosary and a dream” — reportedly orchestrated the heist using nothing but a stolen sermon, a Latin dictionary, and a suspiciously well-trained marsupial. Witnesses say Junnie entered the bank wearing a cassock lined with glitter and humming “Like a Prayer.”

“He blessed the vault before blowing it open,” said one stunned teller. “It was oddly respectful.”

Manliness vs. Mason Lid: The Day Testosterone Vanished

In the land of cracked knuckles and midnight grunts,  

Where shirts feared buttons and hygiene was a front,  

There dwelled a legend—a tempest, a king,  

Joey the Man’s Man, unyielding as spring.

No napkin dared touch his caveman maw,  

Plates were but weakness—he scoffed at such law.  

Toilets wept silently when Joey was near,  

For his exit left echoes, but wiped nothing clear.

Diary of a Damp Towel: A Sentient Rag’s Sweaty Revenge in the Philippine Heat

 🌞 Chapter 1: The Moist Awakening

Dampthony had once been a proud towel. Fresh off the shelf at SM Department Store, he dreamed of spa days, gentle dabs, and maybe a cameo in a TikTok skincare routine. But fate had other plans.

Sir Chonkulus, a man whose pores wept like broken faucets, had claimed Dampthony as his personal sweat sponge. Every morning, Dampthony was dragged across a face that resembled a glazed ham left out in the sun. Every afternoon, he was shoved into the armpit crevices of a man who believed deodorant was a government conspiracy. And every night, he was left damp, crumpled, and forgotten—like a soggy ghost of his former self.

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🔥 Chapter 2: The Heat-Induced Hallucinations

Bang Bang, Bayan! — The Memoirs of a Sentient Pistol in WWII Philippines

 Chapter 1: I Was Born in a Box, Not a Battlefield

They called me Lola Bertha. Not because I was old, but because I had the temper of a grandmother who just found out her favorite soap opera was canceled. I was forged in a dusty American factory, shipped to Manila, and promptly forgotten in a crate labeled “Miscellaneous Freedom.” That is, until he found me.

My wielder was a guerrilla warrior named Mang Isko—a man with the hygiene of a jungle boar and the tactical finesse of a drunk carabao. He wore banana leaves as camouflage and believed that shouting “BANG!” before shooting made the bullet faster. I adored him. Mostly because he was too stupid to use me properly, which meant I got to monologue internally while he missed every shot.

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💥 Chapter 2: Humans Are the Real Ammunition