Sord
Nov 1, 2006, 10:51 PM
okay, first round stage is plane barebones open colliseum arena.
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[Announcer] Ladies and Gentlemen, prepubescent kids and idiots, I welcome you to the start of the FKL Deathmatch Tournament! Expect some real carnage, gore, and literal backstabbing. The rules of engagement are fierce but few.
1. Kill your opponent
2. Show no mercy
Now then, enough of my chatter, on with the fight!
[crowd cheers loudly as the announcer whispers "We are not responsible for any injury or deaths of the audience."]
Match 1
[Announcer] In the blue corner, we have the wannabe white Neo, Sgt Shligger!
In the left corner, the seemingly homeless street thug, Dizzy!
Let's get ready to FIGHT!
Sgt steps out of the large doorway, yamato's in hand. Across the ring about ten feet away stands Dizzy, his face hidden by his hood and his arms up, ready to box. The alarm sounds and Sgt freaks, throwing his Yamato's at Dizzy's head. They miss by a long shot, and Dizzy begins to run at Sgt. Pulling out a couple of Uzi’s Sgt throws them. One manages to get near Dizzy but is batted away by his hand. The other one clatter to the floor and lets loose a spray of bullets, a few clipping Dizzy in the side.
Ignoring the burning pain in his side, Dizzy completes the distance, pulling out a small knife and lunging at Shligger. Flailing his arms, Sgt tries to run but trips to the floor, Dizzy's lunge moving over his head. Quickly taking the advantage Sgt kicks his leg out to trip Dizzy. It connects and Dizzy is on the ground. Quickly jumping to his feet, Sgt pulls out pistol and throws it at Dizzy. The gun hits Dizzy's head, making a long bloody gash on his forehead. Dizzy scrambles to pick up the gun as Shligger tries to find another weapon in his trench coat. Grabbing the gun Dizzy fires three times at Shligger.
Stunned, Sgt looks down to see three holes in his chest, blood oozing out of them. Then the pain hits and he screams. He hears another shot and he feels his knee give way and another stab of pain rushes through him. Down on one knee, he looks up to see Dizzy holding the gun to his forehead.
The last thing Sgt thinks before his brains are splattered on the ground is, "Shit, I've crapped my pants."
Match 2
[Announcer] In the blue corner, the speed demon cliche, Ecka!
In the red, looking like a ninja rocker, Leviatha
FIGHT
Not hesitating Ecka immediately charges Leviatha, his one handed scythes in each hand. He swings down with one and across with the other as he reaches Leviatha. Spinning to her left Leviatha manages to evade the vertical swing but is lightly cut on the arm by the horizontal one. Following through her spin she reaches out and lands a light blow on the back of Ecka's head with her claws.
Swearing, Ecka turns around and charges again, feinting to the right just before reaching Ecka, he drops his scythes as his hidden daggers slide into his hands and he throws them at Leviatha as he passes. Once again spinning to the side, Leviatha takes a blade in her ribs and hears a thump as a knife settles into the guitar strapped on her back. The small twang of a cut chord sets off a fire in her, no one ever messes with her guitar.
Reaching in her pockets she grabs a few sharpened guitar picks for each hand. She faces Ecka and waits for him to charge. Ecka does so, pulling the daggers from his waist. Instead of dodging this time Leviatha charges foward and drops into a tumble, crashing into the surprised Ecka. During the impact Leviatha stabs the guitar picks into the top of Ecka's legs. A moment later they explode as she rolls away. Standing up, she sees Ecka lying on the ground, legless and moaning.
The crowd is screaming to finish him, and she has every intent to. Pulling the broken guitar string off of the Gibson, she walks over to Ecka and kicks him on his stomach. She loops the guitar string around his neck and pushes his head down with her foot. She yanks furiously at the chord and Ecka gags, with one final strong yank she pulls the chord clear through his neck.
Picking up the head, she lobs it in the air than hits it with her guitar as it comes back down. The head sail into the crowd, blood flinging everywhere. The following week a head was sold on EBay.
Match 3
[Announcer] in the blue corner, the walking tank, Bot-Bot!
In the red, the magic cat girl, Eclair!
Eclair steps onto the field, slightly put off by the vibrations in the ground as Bot-Bot does the same. The hulking monolith of metal takes a defensive stance, his arms out in front of him to box away any blows. In a flash Eclair loses all worry and charges, a pair of electrical blades forming in her hand. She jumps to attack Bot-Bot's head, but is sent flying from a punch.
Flying back several yards, she lands on her feet. After all, cats always land on their feet. Smelling something burning she looks down and notices part of her shirt has been singed off and her skin looks like it was lightly burned were she had been punched. Apparently there was more to those fists than just steel.
Bot-Bot was back in his defensive stance again, Eclair charging for him with another set of lightning daggers in her hand, a few more floating around her. Bot-Bot watches the movements carefully, his system tracking every muscle movement. Eclair lunges low and Bot-Bot kicks her away.
Dazed, Eclair looks at her enemy. It's painfully obvious she can't beat him by throwing herself at the enemy, as much as her cat instincts want her to. Her only advantage is her speed and magic, that is the key to beating this guy. Summoning more daggers of lightning, she charges Bot-Bot again. She moves low, and this time quickly turns as soon as Bot-Bot's foot begins to move. She runs around him, and Bot-Bot can't do a thing because his foot is already off the ground and moving with momentum.
Eclair jumps on Bot-Bot's back, her claws digging in the steel. She quickly scrambles to the top and straddles Bot-Bot's head with her legs. Summoning all her magic she slams her lightning daggers into the head and summons several more in the air that follow.
Bot-bot's vision blinks out, his system is being fried. He reaches up to grab Eclair off his head but it is too late. His motor function processor is melted and his arm drops. Bot-bot falls to his knees, and then to his stomach, making two loud thuds that shake the stadium. Eclair is still stabbing away as Bot-bot falls.
Her battle frenzy ebbing away, Eclair realizes her enemy is down and out; his head seared black and even melted in a few areas. The thing is shut down; there was no more point in trying to damage it. Walking off of the field she licks her finger and rubs her burn wounds to cool them off.
Match 4
[Announcer] In the blu... you know what, this is getting redundant.
Shattered Weasel, Teddy Roosevelt, FIGHT!
Shattered Weasel steps out into the light, and it dims in his shadowy presence. Across the room a pudgy man with a beard and glasses steps out, an old hunting rifle in hand. "Well then, on with the hunt!" he declares, and takes aim at Weasel. Weasel reaches into a shadowy hole in the air and pulls out a far superior rifle, and aligns it with Roosevelt’s. They fire almost simultaneously, and the bullets collide in mid-air. Fusing together at such speed the bullets collide then sail off into the crowd with the superior force of Weasel's bullet behind it. Somewhere in the audience someone shouts "Yes! The life insurance is mine!"
Startled but not put off at such an excellent display of marksmanship the fat man blows a whistle and attack dogs break out of the arena entrance behind him and begin to charge Weasel. Reaching into the dark vortex Weasel pulls out two pistols and holds them at ready. He lets his mind become lead by his senses. He can feel the dogs steps as they run at him, his eyes take in their every movement. They leap at him with jaws wide open and both quickly find gun barrels in their mouths and a bullet through the brain. The dogs drop to the ground dead and Roosevelt stands in awe.
"You sir, are an excellent marksman. Would you like to join me on a hunt?"
"...No" with that Weasel fires a shot that slams straight through Roosevelt’s neck. He stops, and then begins to gurgle up blood. He's not yet dead, but his spine has been cut, paralyzing his body. Weasel knows this; he can feel the man's heartbeat through the ground. Walking up to the man, Weasel pulls a long sharp knife out of his vortex.
He rolls Roosevelt onto his stomach, and slices down the back. Roosevelt can only scream in his mind as his skin is cut off. Within a few minutes a cotton filled Roosevelt skin stands in the middle of the arena. The world's one and only real stuffed Teddy.
Match 5
On the left, Feelmirath
On the right, Zuku
Fight!
Zuku merely stands there with a glass of win in one hand and the other in his pocket. His opponent appears to be a punk, long hair, black leather jacket and a bazooka over his shoulder. The brute aims and fires at him. Stepping to the side Zuku lets the charge fly past and into the crowd, killing a great many spectators. Looking down at his suit he makes the best grimace a mouth-less person can, the exhaust had dirtied his suit.
Annoyed at the miss, Feelmirath charges Zuku. He stops in front of him and tries to kick the man in the nuts, but finds that Zuku has taken a step back to dodge. Grabbing the raised leg with his previously pocketed hand Zuku comments, "Trying to kick a man in the nuts, how crude," then pulls the leg back, forcing Feelmirath to fall on his back. Taking a few steps back Zuku waits for Feelmirath's next blow.
Getting up on his feet Feelmirath is rather pissed. He throws a punch at Zuku but Zuku just leans to the side. Thinking he has Zuku he swipes his arm to the side to try and knock him off balance, but Zuku leans back and the swing goes over him. He quickly straightens up, using the momentum to slam the now empty glass cup of win into Feelmirath's face, shattering it on impact.
Feelmirath screams and takes a step back. His face feels like it is on fire and there's a piece of glass in his left eye. His vision is red with blood. Opening his one good eye he sees Zuku already has another glass out and is taking a sip. Enraged he begins to swing and kick violently at Zuku, but to no avail. Zuku continues to dodge with subtle movements, and slams another glass into Zuku's face.
"That's it, I don't care about the rules anymore you damn aristocrat! Die!" Screaming, Feelmirath pulls out a nuclear grenade and pulls back his arm to throw it... and then a hole opens up beneath him and he falls in. Screaming, roars, hisses, and ripping flesh can be heard in the dark pit. A few bones fly out of the chasm, gore still clinging to them. Zuku merely shrugs and looks into the hole, "Such a pity, I had to use two whine glasses on him when he wasn't even worth one. Oh well, the rule breaker got what he deserved." He walks out of the stadium, sipping his win all the way out.
Match 6
[Announcer] It appears I have to give proper intros to these guys or I'm fired. So without further ado, please welcome, the gun-toting spiky haired freak, Mortimor Kirk II.
On the other side is the master of cacti and colonies, Shadowpawn!
FIGHT!
Shadowpawn walks out of his gate and waves to the crowd, chugging down a bottle of GOD like a drunkard. Kirk already has his first weapon out, a semi-automatic rifle. He lets a hail of bullets fly, and Kirk begins to run. Pulling out a large remote with a big red button he presses it and somewhere up in space a colony drops out of orbit and falls toward Earth. He chucks the remote behind him and keeps on running. He throws his now empty bottle of GOD, but Kirk quickly aims and shoots it in mid air.
Taking advantage of the pause of fire at himself Shadowpawn manages to run a little closer to Kirk But is set off running again until the guns ammo is depleted. If he can just last a few more minutes the colony would hit. Kirk reaches into his bag of guns and pulls out dual Uzi’s and begins to shoot at both sides of Shadowpawn. Having no where else to run Shadowpawn dashes at Kirk. If he can just steal one of his guns he can gain an advantage. He closes the distance, and Kirk smiles.
Opening his mouth Kirk reveals a miniature gun clamped in his teeth, his tongue on the trigger. With bullets firing to both sides Shadowpawn can't move to the left or right. He's within easy range, and there's no where to go but back, and that's exactly where the bullet takes the gore as it plows through that cactus-man's brain.
Looking up, Kirk sees that the colony falling like a comet. There is no where to run, but it doesn't matter. The now dead idiot didn't put a homing device in the thing. The crowd watches in awe as a huge mushroom cloud rises in the distance and some small country is obliterated.
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[Announcer] Ladies and Gentlemen, prepubescent kids and idiots, I welcome you to the start of the FKL Deathmatch Tournament! Expect some real carnage, gore, and literal backstabbing. The rules of engagement are fierce but few.
1. Kill your opponent
2. Show no mercy
Now then, enough of my chatter, on with the fight!
[crowd cheers loudly as the announcer whispers "We are not responsible for any injury or deaths of the audience."]
Match 1
[Announcer] In the blue corner, we have the wannabe white Neo, Sgt Shligger!
In the left corner, the seemingly homeless street thug, Dizzy!
Let's get ready to FIGHT!
Sgt steps out of the large doorway, yamato's in hand. Across the ring about ten feet away stands Dizzy, his face hidden by his hood and his arms up, ready to box. The alarm sounds and Sgt freaks, throwing his Yamato's at Dizzy's head. They miss by a long shot, and Dizzy begins to run at Sgt. Pulling out a couple of Uzi’s Sgt throws them. One manages to get near Dizzy but is batted away by his hand. The other one clatter to the floor and lets loose a spray of bullets, a few clipping Dizzy in the side.
Ignoring the burning pain in his side, Dizzy completes the distance, pulling out a small knife and lunging at Shligger. Flailing his arms, Sgt tries to run but trips to the floor, Dizzy's lunge moving over his head. Quickly taking the advantage Sgt kicks his leg out to trip Dizzy. It connects and Dizzy is on the ground. Quickly jumping to his feet, Sgt pulls out pistol and throws it at Dizzy. The gun hits Dizzy's head, making a long bloody gash on his forehead. Dizzy scrambles to pick up the gun as Shligger tries to find another weapon in his trench coat. Grabbing the gun Dizzy fires three times at Shligger.
Stunned, Sgt looks down to see three holes in his chest, blood oozing out of them. Then the pain hits and he screams. He hears another shot and he feels his knee give way and another stab of pain rushes through him. Down on one knee, he looks up to see Dizzy holding the gun to his forehead.
The last thing Sgt thinks before his brains are splattered on the ground is, "Shit, I've crapped my pants."
Match 2
[Announcer] In the blue corner, the speed demon cliche, Ecka!
In the red, looking like a ninja rocker, Leviatha
FIGHT
Not hesitating Ecka immediately charges Leviatha, his one handed scythes in each hand. He swings down with one and across with the other as he reaches Leviatha. Spinning to her left Leviatha manages to evade the vertical swing but is lightly cut on the arm by the horizontal one. Following through her spin she reaches out and lands a light blow on the back of Ecka's head with her claws.
Swearing, Ecka turns around and charges again, feinting to the right just before reaching Ecka, he drops his scythes as his hidden daggers slide into his hands and he throws them at Leviatha as he passes. Once again spinning to the side, Leviatha takes a blade in her ribs and hears a thump as a knife settles into the guitar strapped on her back. The small twang of a cut chord sets off a fire in her, no one ever messes with her guitar.
Reaching in her pockets she grabs a few sharpened guitar picks for each hand. She faces Ecka and waits for him to charge. Ecka does so, pulling the daggers from his waist. Instead of dodging this time Leviatha charges foward and drops into a tumble, crashing into the surprised Ecka. During the impact Leviatha stabs the guitar picks into the top of Ecka's legs. A moment later they explode as she rolls away. Standing up, she sees Ecka lying on the ground, legless and moaning.
The crowd is screaming to finish him, and she has every intent to. Pulling the broken guitar string off of the Gibson, she walks over to Ecka and kicks him on his stomach. She loops the guitar string around his neck and pushes his head down with her foot. She yanks furiously at the chord and Ecka gags, with one final strong yank she pulls the chord clear through his neck.
Picking up the head, she lobs it in the air than hits it with her guitar as it comes back down. The head sail into the crowd, blood flinging everywhere. The following week a head was sold on EBay.
Match 3
[Announcer] in the blue corner, the walking tank, Bot-Bot!
In the red, the magic cat girl, Eclair!
Eclair steps onto the field, slightly put off by the vibrations in the ground as Bot-Bot does the same. The hulking monolith of metal takes a defensive stance, his arms out in front of him to box away any blows. In a flash Eclair loses all worry and charges, a pair of electrical blades forming in her hand. She jumps to attack Bot-Bot's head, but is sent flying from a punch.
Flying back several yards, she lands on her feet. After all, cats always land on their feet. Smelling something burning she looks down and notices part of her shirt has been singed off and her skin looks like it was lightly burned were she had been punched. Apparently there was more to those fists than just steel.
Bot-Bot was back in his defensive stance again, Eclair charging for him with another set of lightning daggers in her hand, a few more floating around her. Bot-Bot watches the movements carefully, his system tracking every muscle movement. Eclair lunges low and Bot-Bot kicks her away.
Dazed, Eclair looks at her enemy. It's painfully obvious she can't beat him by throwing herself at the enemy, as much as her cat instincts want her to. Her only advantage is her speed and magic, that is the key to beating this guy. Summoning more daggers of lightning, she charges Bot-Bot again. She moves low, and this time quickly turns as soon as Bot-Bot's foot begins to move. She runs around him, and Bot-Bot can't do a thing because his foot is already off the ground and moving with momentum.
Eclair jumps on Bot-Bot's back, her claws digging in the steel. She quickly scrambles to the top and straddles Bot-Bot's head with her legs. Summoning all her magic she slams her lightning daggers into the head and summons several more in the air that follow.
Bot-bot's vision blinks out, his system is being fried. He reaches up to grab Eclair off his head but it is too late. His motor function processor is melted and his arm drops. Bot-bot falls to his knees, and then to his stomach, making two loud thuds that shake the stadium. Eclair is still stabbing away as Bot-bot falls.
Her battle frenzy ebbing away, Eclair realizes her enemy is down and out; his head seared black and even melted in a few areas. The thing is shut down; there was no more point in trying to damage it. Walking off of the field she licks her finger and rubs her burn wounds to cool them off.
Match 4
[Announcer] In the blu... you know what, this is getting redundant.
Shattered Weasel, Teddy Roosevelt, FIGHT!
Shattered Weasel steps out into the light, and it dims in his shadowy presence. Across the room a pudgy man with a beard and glasses steps out, an old hunting rifle in hand. "Well then, on with the hunt!" he declares, and takes aim at Weasel. Weasel reaches into a shadowy hole in the air and pulls out a far superior rifle, and aligns it with Roosevelt’s. They fire almost simultaneously, and the bullets collide in mid-air. Fusing together at such speed the bullets collide then sail off into the crowd with the superior force of Weasel's bullet behind it. Somewhere in the audience someone shouts "Yes! The life insurance is mine!"
Startled but not put off at such an excellent display of marksmanship the fat man blows a whistle and attack dogs break out of the arena entrance behind him and begin to charge Weasel. Reaching into the dark vortex Weasel pulls out two pistols and holds them at ready. He lets his mind become lead by his senses. He can feel the dogs steps as they run at him, his eyes take in their every movement. They leap at him with jaws wide open and both quickly find gun barrels in their mouths and a bullet through the brain. The dogs drop to the ground dead and Roosevelt stands in awe.
"You sir, are an excellent marksman. Would you like to join me on a hunt?"
"...No" with that Weasel fires a shot that slams straight through Roosevelt’s neck. He stops, and then begins to gurgle up blood. He's not yet dead, but his spine has been cut, paralyzing his body. Weasel knows this; he can feel the man's heartbeat through the ground. Walking up to the man, Weasel pulls a long sharp knife out of his vortex.
He rolls Roosevelt onto his stomach, and slices down the back. Roosevelt can only scream in his mind as his skin is cut off. Within a few minutes a cotton filled Roosevelt skin stands in the middle of the arena. The world's one and only real stuffed Teddy.
Match 5
On the left, Feelmirath
On the right, Zuku
Fight!
Zuku merely stands there with a glass of win in one hand and the other in his pocket. His opponent appears to be a punk, long hair, black leather jacket and a bazooka over his shoulder. The brute aims and fires at him. Stepping to the side Zuku lets the charge fly past and into the crowd, killing a great many spectators. Looking down at his suit he makes the best grimace a mouth-less person can, the exhaust had dirtied his suit.
Annoyed at the miss, Feelmirath charges Zuku. He stops in front of him and tries to kick the man in the nuts, but finds that Zuku has taken a step back to dodge. Grabbing the raised leg with his previously pocketed hand Zuku comments, "Trying to kick a man in the nuts, how crude," then pulls the leg back, forcing Feelmirath to fall on his back. Taking a few steps back Zuku waits for Feelmirath's next blow.
Getting up on his feet Feelmirath is rather pissed. He throws a punch at Zuku but Zuku just leans to the side. Thinking he has Zuku he swipes his arm to the side to try and knock him off balance, but Zuku leans back and the swing goes over him. He quickly straightens up, using the momentum to slam the now empty glass cup of win into Feelmirath's face, shattering it on impact.
Feelmirath screams and takes a step back. His face feels like it is on fire and there's a piece of glass in his left eye. His vision is red with blood. Opening his one good eye he sees Zuku already has another glass out and is taking a sip. Enraged he begins to swing and kick violently at Zuku, but to no avail. Zuku continues to dodge with subtle movements, and slams another glass into Zuku's face.
"That's it, I don't care about the rules anymore you damn aristocrat! Die!" Screaming, Feelmirath pulls out a nuclear grenade and pulls back his arm to throw it... and then a hole opens up beneath him and he falls in. Screaming, roars, hisses, and ripping flesh can be heard in the dark pit. A few bones fly out of the chasm, gore still clinging to them. Zuku merely shrugs and looks into the hole, "Such a pity, I had to use two whine glasses on him when he wasn't even worth one. Oh well, the rule breaker got what he deserved." He walks out of the stadium, sipping his win all the way out.
Match 6
[Announcer] It appears I have to give proper intros to these guys or I'm fired. So without further ado, please welcome, the gun-toting spiky haired freak, Mortimor Kirk II.
On the other side is the master of cacti and colonies, Shadowpawn!
FIGHT!
Shadowpawn walks out of his gate and waves to the crowd, chugging down a bottle of GOD like a drunkard. Kirk already has his first weapon out, a semi-automatic rifle. He lets a hail of bullets fly, and Kirk begins to run. Pulling out a large remote with a big red button he presses it and somewhere up in space a colony drops out of orbit and falls toward Earth. He chucks the remote behind him and keeps on running. He throws his now empty bottle of GOD, but Kirk quickly aims and shoots it in mid air.
Taking advantage of the pause of fire at himself Shadowpawn manages to run a little closer to Kirk But is set off running again until the guns ammo is depleted. If he can just last a few more minutes the colony would hit. Kirk reaches into his bag of guns and pulls out dual Uzi’s and begins to shoot at both sides of Shadowpawn. Having no where else to run Shadowpawn dashes at Kirk. If he can just steal one of his guns he can gain an advantage. He closes the distance, and Kirk smiles.
Opening his mouth Kirk reveals a miniature gun clamped in his teeth, his tongue on the trigger. With bullets firing to both sides Shadowpawn can't move to the left or right. He's within easy range, and there's no where to go but back, and that's exactly where the bullet takes the gore as it plows through that cactus-man's brain.
Looking up, Kirk sees that the colony falling like a comet. There is no where to run, but it doesn't matter. The now dead idiot didn't put a homing device in the thing. The crowd watches in awe as a huge mushroom cloud rises in the distance and some small country is obliterated.
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