Alexi was pushed out onto the field of the Joe Dobbemeyer Arena. He looked around and saw that most of the seats were empty. He saw some people, here and there, waiting for their turn to fight and, near the 50-yard line, he saw Sandman and Acolyte sitting in two lavish chairs. “Just like damn gladiators in the Roman Coliseum,” Alexi thought as he stared at the creature. On the other side of the field Kneeko emerged and looked around, much like Alexi did moments before.
After a few moments Sandman stood up and shouted, “Welcome to the first annual Tournament of Death! The rules are simple: you fight until your opponent is incapacitated!” With that he raised his right hand, “Fighters. . . Go!” And with the drop of his hand the fight begun.
Kneeko pulled out his Magnum and Handgun and started shooting. Alexi rolled out of the way as bullets ripped apart the ground around him. “Stand still!” shouted Kneeko.
“Yeah, like I’m going to do that,” Alexi shouted back as he took out his grenade launcher. He quickly inserted a few of his gas grenades, aimed the gun, and let them fly down the field. The bombs blew around Kneeko and they immediately started to release the gas. Kneeko quickly put his guns away, covered his mouth, and started to cough.
While Kneeko was busy, Alexi ran forward. He quickly put his grenade launcher away and took out his Magnum. “Let’s end this, shall we?” he taunted as he came within earshot.
As he approached Kneeko whipped out his Taser and stuck it to Alexi’s chest. “Let’s,” he said as the Taser lost its power. Alexi screamed as electricity flew through his veins and into the ground underneath him. He fell down in a smoldering pile and started to twitch.
Kneeko turned around to face Sandman, “I won the first competition. Now let me fight someone who is worthy of my skills.”
Instead of responding Sandman just stared amusingly at Kneeko, “Oh really?” Before Kneeko could say anything else he felt a sharp pain at the base of his neck and he dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Alexi stood over him with his Magnum in hand. “Take that you American scum,” he sneered.
Cae Morgan walked out onto the field and looked around. He noticed that Sandman was now trying to amuse himself by making the crowd cheer and boo whenever he wanted. Right now, the crowd was booing. “Damn Sandman,” he thought, “No one would cheer, nor boo, for something like this.” On the other side of the field was Jim Phelps.
Again, Sandman raised his right hand and shouted, “Ready. . . Go!”
Jim immediately whipped out his submachine gun. “Oh shit,” Cae whispered as he ran behind the field goal post.
Come on,” Jim shouted over the roar of the gunfire, “Face me!”
“I’m not stupid,” Cae shouted as he took out his machine gun. “If I can shoot out his legs I could win the match,” he thought. He rolled out from his hiding place and fired.
Jim quickly jumped out of the way and rolled onto his stomach as he returned fire. Out of shear luck Jim was able to shoot the gun clear out of Cae’s hand. “Good,” he thought, “If I keep this up I could win this without bloodshed.”
“Shit!” cried Cae as he saw his gun go flying into the bleachers behind him. “You bastard!” he yelled at Jim, “You’ll pay for that!” Cae pulled out his handgun.
Before he could fire Jim had jumped on top of him. “I won’t let you get that chance,” he grunted as he knocked Cae’s weapon away.
Cae quickly flipped Jim onto his back and started to crawl toward his gun. “I can win this,” he thought as he moved toward his gun, “I can win this.”
As he approached his weapon he felt Jim grab his wrists, put them behind him, and then attach a pair of handcuffs on him. “Thanks for the ‘cuffs,” he smirked as he got off of Cae. He turned toward Sandman, “There it’s done. He’s incapacitated. By your rules I win.”
Sandman yawned, “Finish him!”
“What!” Jim shouted, “He can’t fight back! I won!”
“But I want you to kill him,” Sandman shouted, “Now do it!”
“I refuse!” Jim sneered.
“Fine,” Sandman stood up, “Jim Phelps is the winner, but. . .” He flew into the air and landed next to Cae. He picked Cae up by the head and held him out to Jim. “Next time I tell you to kill him I want you to kill him,” with that he crushed Cae’s skull in and sent blood flying everywhere.
Chris Valenta walked onto the Joe Dobbmeyer Arena. The field was pretty torn up from all the fighting that had taken place so far. “So much carnage,” he thought with some distain.
On the other side of the arena he saw Nate emerge. “Ready to fall?” he asked his opponent with a smile.
“Pretty cocky for a loser,” Chris retorted.
Before anything else could be said Sandman raised his right hand, “Ready. . . Go!” And with the drop of his hand the battle begun.
Both Chris and Nate immediately went for their electrical weapons, Chris with his shock rifle and Nate with his shock gun. The electricity jumped to each end of the arena and filled the sky with sparks of light. Shouts of ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ came from the people in the bleachers (courtesy of Sandman, of course). The electricity from both weapons found their targets and proceeded to course through the persons’ bodies. The spectacle only lasted for a few seconds though, as their bodies started spasm and fall to the ground.
No one moved for quite some time until Chris got up and, on shakily knees, asked, “Had enough yet?”
“Only getting started,” Nate responded as he too got up. He shook as he took out his took out his submachine gun and fired. The first few shoots went wild but once Nate steadied himself the bullets were flying where he wanted them.
“Shit,” thought Chris as he jumped to the side. He started to do a series of jumps and dodges in order to avoid the oncoming bullets.
“Stand still, damn you!” Nate shouted as he kept firing his gun.
None of the fighters noticed that a stray bullet had hit Chris’ gas tank before lodging itself into his leg. “Fuck!” Chris shouted as he landed on his hurt leg. His leg immediately buckled under the stress and Chris went rolling to the ground.
“Well, it looks like I win,” Nate smiled as he walked over to Chris’ downed body. As he moved he put his gun away and took out his flamethrower, “Looks like we’ll have a barbeque tonight.”
Out of desperation Chris leapt to his feet and tackled Nate to the ground. “I’m not going peacefully,” he muttered as he started to punch Nate in the face.
“Get off of me you freak!” Nate shouted as he threw Chris off of him. Before anyone realized that they were both covered in gasoline Nate pulled the trigger on his flamethrower and launched a stream of fire straight for Chris’ body.
As the fire traveled to its intended target the flame spread out and started to engulf the fallen gasoline. “Shit!” shouted both contestants as they realized what was happening. They took off their coats, threw them to the ground, and ran away from the impending flames. As the fire engulfed Nate’s coat a few of his explosive arrows went off and sent fire flying all over the place.
Both people weaved in and out of the raining fire as best they could. “Nate seems to be acting rather sluggish,” Chris thought as he noticed that Nate was slowing down. “What’s a matter Crosser? Are you becoming overburdened?” he taunted.
“Shut up!” Crosser shouted as he launched a few arrows toward Chris.
“Fuck,” Chris thought while dodging, “Let’s not make the loaded man angry, shall we?” Chris grabbed his handgun, “Now that he’s well worn out its time for me to finish this.” He ran forward and prepared to pistol whip Nate into unconsciousness.
As he approached he tried to quickly maneuver behind Nate in order to strike him, but instead he ran right into him and they both fell to the ground. Nate, taking the brunt of the fall, was knocked unconscious while Chris was more or less okay. “The winner!” Sandman shouted as Chris arose.
Results: Chris wins and Nate losesInside Joe Dobbmeyer arena for yet another of the collection of fighters, the tensions broke higher. Midway through the tournament, with pain and suffering in the air, making itself more present than ever. It was time for a new match.
This time stepping out of the stands and into the fighting arena was Richard Pulfer and Amy Wu.
Amy held her submachine gun tightly in her hands, the sweat beading on her plams, making the grip lose. Her magnum was stuck in her waist band tightly pressing into her back.
Rich himself had his dual handguns drawn and fully loaded, the spare ammo running through his belt in a quickly improvised box which weighted on his left side. The rest of his weaponry was safely tucked away in a preset cover area he had constructed before the fight. Rich was taking no chances. At all.
With a smirk Sandman waved a massive hand for the fight to begin. And it did, and quickly.
Amy quickly fired a fast burst of 7 rounds towards Pulfer, aiming for no serious damage but distraction. She needed the wishes. But so did Pulfer, and he was quicker than Amy expected.
With a mad backward dash, Rich began moving towards his barricade. Taking close track of Amy´s movements as he began squeezing his triggers.
The backwards movement was jerky, and it was hard to take a solid bead, and Rich watched as his bullets slammed into the ground barely missing Amy. He hit his barrier and rolled behind it, and immediately reached for his old class sniper rifle. It was an antique, but it worked, and Rich pulled the cock back, locking the round solidly into the chamber with an assured click.
Meanwhile, Amy was wildly chasing for cover.
SHIT SHIT! I SHOULD HAVE PLANNED THIS!!! She screamed in her mind as she quickly darted from path to path, using her light body weight to create a zig zag pattern, making beading hard.
She spun and squeezed the trigger as 10 rounds slammed into Rich´s barrier splintering an over turned table, a good 27 feet away by now. The barrier shook but hold. Rich himself was now lifting back up toward the fleeing Amy.
He had a strong advantage, she wasn’t prepared. A stupid mistake, one always had to be prepared. If you weren´t… Rich´s face grimaced as he thought of what happened to Karen.
It was his own stupid mistake. And Carlos and Sandman would pay. He wouldn´t be fooled again.
He exhaled as he took bead and squeezed. The world war II bullet flew, but missed, slamming into the ground again.
Rich pulled, releasing another round into the chamber. Nothing fatal. He squeezed again on exhale and watched as the bullet flew into Amy´s side, right above her hip. DAMNIT! Rich swore to himself THAT BULLET WAS MEANT FOR HER LEG!!!! DAMNIT!!!
Almost as though it were slow motion, Rich watched as Amy fell to the ground like dead weight, blood pouring out her side. Let her be alive became a mantra in his head as he moved towards her, reaching for the medical spray. He wouldn’t let another person die because of one of Sandman´s horrific games.
As Rich looked up… he screamed as though in slow motion he watched the figure of Sandman appear almost in a magical sense, and in terrifyingly slow series of events, twist the fallen Amy´s head in an awefully wrong position with an echoing snap.
Too bad Pulfer. That´s the second woman in your life you let die. This is becoming a bad habit.
Sandman called out and sent a blood curtling laugh. You know whats really too bad Pulfer? The fact that even if you reached her in time. She would have died! And this time it would have been your own fault
“No….” Rich murmered, “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
Rich´s scream´s pierced through the arena and a horrifying laugh of gratification followed, ending another of the fatalistic matches.
OUTCOME: Rich Progresses, uses 2 sniper rounds. Amy DiesIt was a time to fight. Driven by desperation all the survivor's of Delta City had gotten together to fight. For this moment fate had chosen Jill and Da Pitt.
The two warriors had a lot of space between the two of them. Naturally it was best to prepare them selves. Da Pitt had very little to work with. He opened his clip and peered at the 15 bullets he had. He was a civilian not a warrior, and his composure showed. Even though he was facing a woman, and they still hadn’t found each other, he was sweating bullets. He tried to warm up, due to him being so tense. When he was finally ready he pointed his gun out took a quick aim on a mutated rat running across the street. He hit it with pinpoint accuracy in the heart, just as any man who knew how to use a gun would. This marked him being prepared.
A little earlier and a t the gate of the stadium Jill also diligently prepared herself. She knew she didn’t want to take two much into combat. She laid all of her equipment on the ground, and did some stretches to prepare. This could be a hard fight; it was better to be of sound mind and of body. Being a cop, Jill had honed her skills and remained calm in this tense situation. Knowing she only needed basic equipment for this fight, Jill grabbed he vest, her knife, made sure her two hand guns were fully loaded and grabbed some extra clips. She knew approaching with her guns out would make Da Pitt nervous so she tucked them into her sleeves like she was taught by…
*flash* A name came to Jill’s mind, her senior at the academy. John Michaels. John: “Put the gun right where flicking the wrists would instantly place them in your hand, like so.” Two guns pop out of his coat sleeves. John: “Just a nice trick to know, in one of those situations….” *flash*
Jill popped back from the flashback at the sound of a handgun discharging. She would go stop Da Pitt, but she couldn’t kill him, after all he was just a civilian. But she thought about John’s warning about Alexi, and shook it off. She was sick at the time.
Da Pitt walked forward gun pointed out looking for all movement, but still sweating bullets. After a short while he saw a woman moving in the shadows, he panicked but only for a moment. He noticed Jill stopped in the shadows, he grimaced.
“Come out of there!!!” Da Pitt yelled. Jill complied slowly walking out of the shadows her hands posed, but holding no guns, and with her Vest opened in the front, showing weakness. Submissive behavior. Da Pitt was stunned for the moment, and started to lower his gun.
Just then Jill walked forward and said “So are you going to shoot me?”, sounding as innocent as she could manage. She saw he was still stunned and he lowered his gun again, after picking it up at her approach. Jill making use of what feminine charms she could took a relaxed pose, and played with her hair. Da Pitt lowered his gun more, obviously undecided.
But then his resolve became more stern, and he pointed his gun and set his finger on the trigger. “You can’t fool me, I have to beat you here. It’s me or you, and it ain’t gonna be me.”
Jill saw he was serious. She looked Da Pitt right in the eyes, and he flinched.
Da Pitt flinched and all of a sudden Jill had two handguns pointed at him. “ Shit!” he yelled. He quickly assessed him aim, to make sure it was accurate.
Jill started firing without hesitation. Both guns started spewing rounds. She watched Da Pitt drop, not hit but out of fear.
Sure he was gonna die, Da Pitt shot randomly, he saw Jill fall. “Stupid bitch almost got me,” Da Pitt mumbled to himself. He got up and ran behind a car, and sat with a wheel to his back. He started to shake, the close encountered had rattled his nerves.
Jill sat up slowly and looked at where the bullet hit her vest, she pulled out the bullet from right over her left lung, glad that leaving her vest open wasn’t a mistake. “That was to close, can’t make the same mistake twice.” she said quietly. She looked sternly at where Da Pitt ran. She snuck over there and climbed on the car. She decided Da Pitt didn’t notice. With guns in hand Jill jumped from off the car, twisted, and put both guns in Da Pitt’s face.
Da Pitt dropped his gun and backed as hard as he would against the car. He was so scared he lost bladder control. His pants and the ground steamed in the cold weather “Please…please don’t…I don’t…want to die…. please,” Da Pitt pleaded.
Jill felt a pang of guilt. “No I have to get to the next round. I have to help Alexi.” She pulled the trigger and shot Da Pitt across the temple. She aimed for chest, but hesitated and aimed his legs. She shot Da Pitt in both legs. He cried in agony. She couldn’t kill a civilian like this. But she was still angry with him helping murder her officers. She kicked Da Pitt in the head, twice to knock him out. She felt satisfied with her work. She was now one step closer to leaving this place. Now she had to attend to Claire
Anotsu walked into the arena certain he could survive the first round versus just some simple scientist. “Nothing to this, I’m gonna set a speed record today. If a civilian like me can survive that city I can survive this, no problem” Anotsu assured himself.
Ray DeVaro on the other hand had taken the time to assure him self victory. Before the tournament started, he went through and learned every inch of the stadium. He even decided places to set traps if necessary. As the time for his fight approached Ray walked around the edges of the stadium, watching for his opponent, watched as Anotsu ran in. Lighting flashed around the stadium and Ray’s eyes Illuminated as he watched his opponent coming. “Today’s a day to win. Be very afraid friend, I’ve destroyed many lives. I’ve killed and mutated many people, I will not hesitate with you.” With that Ray turned and walked down to meet his opponent.
As Anotsu entered the main part of the stadium the lights turned on as a flash of lightning flew overhead. He knew his opponent was here. It was just a matter of where. Suddenly he knew he was being watched. “Come out Ray! You can’t hide here too long. Sandman wouldn’t allow it! Come Out!” Anotsu yelled he looked around, seeing is he could see Ray in the stands. It was harder with the rain coming down now. There was another flash, but this time the boom came with the flash. Anotsu turned and ran towards the flash. “Shit!” he yelled, as he saw the grenade heading towards him.”
Ray watched the grenade head right over Anotsu’s head. He smiled as the grenade missed but knocked Anotsu over. “So this won’t be an easy fight,” Ray muttered to him self, “that’s good”. “Put up a good fight for me Anotsu! Give me all you got!” Rain drenched and with Grenade Launcher thrown over shoulder, Ray walked into the concession area.
Anotsu watched Ray walk away after he had called. “Dirty bastard was waiting for me. Well I won’t fall for that again. And don’t worry I’ll give you all the fight you want.” Anotsu said with a smile on his face. He hopped up look at the near miss behind him and ran up to the field’s wall. He jumped it pulled his Magnum, and ran up the stairs after Ray.
The lights were dim in here, and the sound of thunder resonated through these halls. But still he could hear Anotsu running after him. He smiled and pulled his shotgun and turned in anticipation of Anotsu. He watched Anotsu come around the corner. The exhilaration of a battle got to Ray. “Give me all you’ve got!” Ray then unleashed a round from his gun.
”Fucker!” yelled Anotsu as he dived on the ground He jumped flat and unleashed a few rounds in Ray’s direction. As he rolled to get back up Ray’s shotgun went off again hitting the wall behind Anotsu. Having dropped his Magnum, Anotsu came up with his own shotgun, and fired.
Ray was wide eyed as the shot ripped a whole in the sleeve off his coat. He didn’t expect Anotsu to be such a good shot. He raised his shotgun and fired again. He watched it hit Anotsu in the chest knocking Anotsu over. “Hell yeah!” Ray yelled as he ran off in the other direction.
“That hurt…” Anotsu mumbled. He got up and grabbed his guns. He pulled the Magnum again, and ran off after Ray after he was sure Ray wasn’t waiting just around the corner. He heard Ray’s footsteps, but being they were the only two people there it sounded like he running in both directions around the ring. Thunder shook the stadium again. “Alright Ray where did you go?” Anotsu ran through the nearest tunnel and looked around. Then he heard a noise. “Above me!” With that Anotsu ran and jumped over the stadium wall just as the grenade hit where he was standing.
Ray watched as Anotsu made it over the wall. He took off after him leaving the grenade launcher in the stands. “Here goes nothing!” Ray yelled as he jumped the wall. He came down hitting Anotsu in the back just as Anotsu got up.
Both of them landed wrong hitting there heads confusing themselves for a few seconds. They both got up and pointed Magnums at each other. Anotsu was closer to the wall than Ray. Imagine it…the rain fell down on them lighting flashing madly in the sky blowing up all the lights around the stadium, leaving the lighting as the last source of light. Two men stood there staring at each other. The lightning illuminating them from all different directions. The only sound came from the thunder, which rolled throughout the stadium over and over again.
Ray saw his chance but it required that he could hit a piece of metal in the wall behind Anotsu and ricochet it into Anotsu. “Are you ready to finish this, Anotsu?”
Lightning flashed with Ray saying Anotsu’s name. “ I’m ready, let’s finish this.” The lighting flashed again, and Anotsu suddenly knew fear as he saw dark crystal blue eyes and Ray’s smile reflecting from the flash.
Ray saw the fear, jumped to the side and fired. And landed on the ground rolling in the mud. He looked up and saw Anotsu standing there still. He wondered if he hit. He jumped up and said “ I thought you said you were ready.”
Anotsu was paralyzed in pain. The bullet had ricocheted down and hit the ground so hard it ricocheted again going up under Anotsu’s vest and went straight through his body and out the other side of his vest. He knew it wasn’t deadly but it still hurt to bad to move then it came….the darkness….and relief.
Ray ran over and checked Anotsu to see if he was alive. “Damn…. you survived…well next time them…yes….maybe next time. Lucky for you I have some honor, so I’ll let you live for now…”
It was the next fight of the tournament. McMahon cocky as always strolled into the arena with out any weapons. He was confident in his ability to beat his first opponent. He went in and found a place to sit. He waited for his opponent to show up.
Gabriel walked into the arena soon afterwards. Today it was his more careless personality controlling the shared body. Despite knowing his opponent he showed no fear. Though this personality cringed at Gabe’s normal personality hiding deep in the shadows of there subconscious. And even with a look of confidence the air of fear permeated from this figure…
And fear was all McMahon had to sense. He jumped to his feet yelling “Ready or not fool I’m coming to break you!” With that McMahon stealthy headed towards the sound of Gabe’s footsteps. This would be an easy fight.
Gabe got down on a knee at hearing McMahon’s warning. He threw his coat back and pulled out his two loaded Magnums. “I’m not going without a fight!” Gabe yelled into the darkness. He sat there listening intently. He listened and as his breath stopped he knew. It was time.
McMahon knew he had the immediate advantage with his speed and appeared right in front of Gabe. The look on Gabe’s face as he stared into the super soldiers eyes was priceless. Even this stronger personality knew fear. He got ready to make the first strike but Gabe moved.
”Shit!” was the only word Gabe could say before he pointed his magnums and released a slew of bullets. But he was disappointed to find none of his bullets had met a target. McMahon had appeared as was gone before he had any shots fired. “Damn that’s way to fast!” Gabe looked around “alright where did you go?” Gabe said as he fed fresh clips into his gun for safety. But just then…
McMahon ran out of the shadows behind Gabe. He picked up Gabe and asked, “Do you want to give up now or should I play with you first? Never mind that…I’ll do this how I want to.” McMahon through Gabe through the sheet metal cover of a vendor stand and then walked away to wait for his little mouse to come to him.
”What have I got myself into this time?” Gabe asked himself as he slowly stood up and rested himself against a counter. “So he wants to play first huh? Alright maybe that’ll be my advantage.” Gabe walked over to the door on the side and kicked in open. He looked to each side pointing his guns looking for his target. He saw the water trail of where McMahon stepped in a puddle and left a mark behind him. “Ok here we go right into the Lion’s den. But this time I’m gonna try my shotgun.”
McMahon watched the fool walk around the corner bravely with shotgun out. “That’s a nice popgun you have there” McMahon said before he moved.
Gabe shot where McMahon was and cocked the shotgun again looking for his target again. Again he couldn’t see him. “Shit, he’s gonna do it again.” Gabe whispered. “Behind me!” Gabe yelled as he whipped around and fired another round.
”Your partially correct” McMahon whispered in his ear. As McMahon felt Gabe relax and then tense again McMahon punched Gabe in the kidneys sending the man flying into the wall 8 feet away, and breaking a hole in the wall. “Such cheap building materials. What a shame. Alright my little mouse come and try again.” With that McMahon ran off again and waited for Gabe.
”Alright use of powerful ammo is not a smart approach. Need something faster.” Again Gabe got up he stumbled slightly, and grabbed his arm to rub the pain out. Once it was gun he wiped the blood from his mouth and pulled his sub-machine gun and shock gun. “This might do it. But do I really want to try that again? Of course we do lets go!” And Gabe ran off again.
“He’s persistent. I’d admire that if it weren’t so foolish” McMahon called out to Gabe. He laughed as Gabe’s face twisted with fury. Again he moved to miss Gabe’s assault.
Gabe was ready this time he fired all around in no preset pattern. “You won’t escape this time! I’ll assure myself victory yet!” Then he heard McMahon scream pierce the air. “So I finally got you alright come on out, were not done yet! Gabe raised the shock gun and prepared for McMahon. Then he saw it. McMahon’s eyes blazed with cold fury in the darkness, and its sight was set upon Gabe. “Oh shit…”
”You’re done now mouse!” McMahon ran out of the darkness and ran right up to Gabe and backhanded him so hard across the face that Gabe went head first into a concrete wall several feet away. He watched Gabe somehow get back up. “Don’t know when to give up do you? Fine then.” McMahon picked up Gabe’s shock gun and walked over to Gabe, “Try to stay conscious after this…” McMahon hissed in a deadly whisper. He stuck the gun into Gabe’s back and listened to the screams for several moments. He repeated this several time’s to vent his frustration at being hit. When he was done he kicked Gabe onto his back and dropped the gun on his chest. McMahon picked the bullets lodged into the skin of his chest out and watched it heal before walking away….