Don't mess, President Warnick! Colleen will always reign!

So, I recently got into a power struggle with the Elders Quorum President of my ward, Matt Warnick. You see, I am the Meetinghouse Physical Facilities Director, and he was trying to overstep his bounds and use the building past 10pm for a romantic evening with his girlfriend, one of my bahfeffers, Mary Webster.

Whatever, Matt. You may have got in some good ones, but ultimately, YOU GOT OWNED.

It all started with a sucker punch to the face!



I was still reeling from that, and the punk gets me with a Super Punch-Out-worthy upper cut!



I'm pretty angry at this point - I get him in the stomache. His pathetic need to impress Mary is obvious by his feigned smile.



Bustin' out my best Piston Hurricane - the Hurricane Rush! Take that!



Not impressin' her now, huh, President?! POW!



I don't think we'll be having any more disagreements.