"Bitch!" McMahon yelled as he tackled Priest into a wall, leaving a massive, cracking dent in it. Priest pushed off the wall and fliped over McMahon and kicked him into the dent. McMahon turned and smiled then went to spear Priest. She dodged and spin kicked him, the heel of her boot slamming into McMahon's jaw, breaking it and loosening three teeth. McMahon shook off the stunning pain and charged Priest. Priest sidestepped, but McMahon predicted her move and kicked her in the thight, tightening the muscle and causing her weight to shift and for her to flip over the knee of McMahon. McMahon spun around and brought his foot down with great strenght and speed. Priest rolled out of the way, causing the enhanced human's foot to slam into the concrete and crak it. She spun around and kicked Mcahon's feet out from under him. As he fell, his hands shot out before him and landed hard upon them. He flipped over them and kicked Priest hard in the stomach, causing her to cough up blood. She reacted though, grabbing the man by the ankle and pushing him back. McMahon landed on his back as Priest jumped into the air and brought her feet together. She zoomed toward his skull, but he rolled out of the way, kicked up and side kicked her hard in the ribs, snapping three in half. "You son of a whore!" Priest yelled as she drew her fist back and slammed it into the man's head, knocking him down. "Are you saying he is your son?" Sandman's voice echoed in Priest's head. "Huh? What? Where are you?!" Priest yelled. Her distraction allowed for McMahon to get back up and put her into a full nelson, step to her side, kick her leg out from her and slam her face into the concrete. Priest rolled out, her face bleeding and broken and kicked McMahon in the back of the head. "Why don't you quit...we all know your a failure," Sandman taunted again. "Go away!" Priest yelled. She looked frantically for Sandman and didn't notice McMahon with the large metal cart. The man slammed it down into Priest's head, causing the metal to rip and tear from the force. Priest's view of the world turned black...
McMahon moves on.Inside the final round of the grand tournament, the selections were beginning to cut thin as the competition took on a noticeable edge, every moment of anticipation building to this chance to get to the final match.
John Crichton slowly stepped out onto the floor for the 3 time, the strain of the pressure of the tournament showing on his face as the lack of sleep builds into stress. Approaching the Arena from behind John steps Ibuki, toting his bag of tricks and weapons over his shoulder, the brown leather bag provided for him hanging in an offset manner on his medium framed body.
John had already set out his equiptment on the ground towards the arena seating and was choosing his weaponry, while Ibuki proceeded to rummage through his own bag when they both heard an inaudible voice echo in their heads.
I grow tired of the monotonous weapon war that proceeds. You are to both only use hand guns until I signal otherwise.
Somewhere in the darkness Sandman smiled knowing full he was forcing the fighters to break a rule he himself had established for no holds fighting. It would be interesting to see if the fighters followed the commands.
John grimaced at the internal “commands”.
“Well this is a load of shit.” John mumbled as he checked the clips of his double hand guns with a pair of clicks, slid the magnum into the back of his waistband and tossed the other equipment towards the outer ring of the arena one by one. After all, Sandman was a tricky son of a bitch and it was better to be ready than to be unprepared.
Ibuki silently pulled his silver modified handgun out, the large pistol shining, the extra power locked inside shinning through the gun as the clip locked into place. He picked up his magnum in his left hand. One way or another, the fight would happen. There was no sense in complaining.
The two fighters moved towards the center of the arena amidst debris that had been placed carefully before the fight. After all, as the final rounds came to hand, the fights had to be more interesting. Sandman insisted on that much.
No signaling was necessary for the fight to begin, John initiated it himself by charging towards Ibuki, handguns raised. Ibuki fired three shots out of his handgun, which John rolled to the right to dodge. At the end of the roll, John returned the shots with 4 quick squeezes that, unfocused flew by Ibuki, only forcing him back to the ground.
John kept moving forward, his momentum only slightly perturbed by the shots. Ibuki lifted his handguns but before he could get a good line on John, he felt a foot slam into his leg, forcing him to lose balance and to drop his magnum. He grunted as another foot slammed into his face rocking him back rolling on the ground.
Ibuki came to a knee to see a handgun pointed at his chest.
“It´s nothing personal you know. Just business… yada yada.. ya.. oomph” John didn’t finish as he watched Ibuki roll back over and sweep kick out John´s legs from under him. The lack of sleep had taken its toll on John´s reflexes and he felt his body fall and hit the ground. Ibuki moved quickly and brought his body on top of John. He swiftly brought down the butt of his handgun towards John, who shifted his head before the blow struck down avoiding the full impact.
John pushed Ibuki back, and brought his own handgun towards Ibuki, who swung his arm into John´s wrist, the muscles being forcedly opened, John dropped a pistol and felt a second hit slam into his chest, the wind being pushed out of his lungs.
John involuntarily dropped his second handgun and clutched his chest, gasping for breath.
Ibuki jumped to his feet, holding his handgun out.
“This is just stupid. Give up and I wont have to shoot you. I don’t know you, much less want to shoot you, but I will.” Ibuki said to John. John moved up to a crouched position.
“Screw you too” John quickly swung up and slammed his fist into Ibuki´s groin forcing him to drop the pistol. He quickly followed up with a mobile uppercut to Ibuki´s jaw as John came to a stand. Ibuki grimaced in pain as he allowed himself to drop to the ground in a rush of pain. Keeping a close eye on Ibuki, John began to step back, eying for a weapon. He bent down and picked up one of his handguns.
“Listen. Im really tired of exchanging blows with you. Seriously. So lets call it a day. And get you some ice.”
Ibuki moved to his knees preparing to charge and got dizzy as the pain resurfaced. He forced it back into his mind and pushed off the ground with his legs, propelling his body forward towards John and rounding up with an uppercut, forcing John to stumble back a foot.
Ibuki followed up with a solid kick to John´s gut and spun a rounding kick to his head, spinning John to the ground.
“God damnit.” John said as he came to his knees and wiped a trace of blood away from his mouth. He felt another kick run to his head dropping him around onto his back.
“See, its my turn now.” Ibuki commented. He lifted his leg back for another kick but instead felt a sharp pain in his leg as a bullet tore through his calf.
“Shit!” Ibuki cried as the bullet made its way through. He looked down to see the bleeding face of John Crichton smiling as he held out Ibuki´s own enhanced handgun and squeezed another round into Ibuki´s leg, watching as the support was literally shot out from under Ibuki´s leg, and he dropped.
He crawled over to the downed Ibuki, who was clinging onto his leg, and pistol whipped Ibuki´s head, sending him reeling into the realm of unconsciousness as John rolled onto his back lay still only lifting his arm to signal conciousness.
It was time to begin. Rich entered the stadium with nothing but pure hate and need for revenge against his opponent. Today would be a grudgematch versus the creature now called Acolyte. Today he would have revenge for Chris and Karen in the hopes that the voices in his head would stop screaming for blood. Even though he understood he had very slim chances he would do his best anyway.
Acolyte watched his prey advance upon his position. He had taken much from Rich up to this point. So much that Acolyte planned on Rich fighting with anger, and making mistakes. He planned on today being another easy battle. As he watched Rich he saw how the man prepared for battle. He watched rich take a riot helm, his two hanguns, his military machete, and knife, with plenty of extra ammo. Rich took his two guns into hand and looked right at Acolyte. It was time to begin.
Rich ran over the stadium wall and headed towards Acolyte. Just as Acolyte entered firing range Rich yelled, "Take this you sun of a bitch!" as he opened fire with both guns. Rich watched as Acolyte dodged each shot. "Shit, how am I supposed to beat him if I can't hit him?
Acolyte used his superior speed and moved behind Rich faster than he knew Rich could see. As he got behind him he bent down to Rich's ear "You can never beat me Richard Pulfer. You couldn't even protect your friends from me. How can you protect your self?" Using his shadow abilities Acolyte for a blade in his band that was long and dark, and began to reach back....
Rich knew what was happening behing him he dropped his gun and pulled his knife and machete. He turned in time to block Acolyte's blade with the machete and sliced at Acolyte with a knife.
Acolyte used telekiesis and through Rich away. He looked down at the cut across his arm now oozing bodily fluids. "How dare you damage me? I was going to kill you easy but now I shall make you suffer..."
Rich ignored Acolyte jumped up both blades in hand and charged at Acolyte.
The fight was incredible. Rich moved at a speed practically equal to Acolyte's. This surprised no one more that the beast himself. But he still had the advantage. Through the fight that ensued both contestants took more damage. Cuts scrapes and bruises followed one after the other. Fianlly Rich stopped and backed off. Acolyte stood there as Rich dropped down to his knees in exhaustion.
Acolyte couldn't help but smile. "I have something for you Rich. A special form of my final attack. It'll make you remember the worst times of your life....
Rich watched as Acolyte started to glow an eerie color. His eyes shining brightly. As Rich looked into those eyes he felt himself get trapped. In his mind..."
Rich watched it...over and over again...the deaths of those he cared about. He wanted to scream...but he couldn't...it was like drowning...drowning in one's own mind...there was no control over his body...it was like floating...but it was cold...very cold...and very dark. Then it stopped.
Acolyte watched Rich crawl into a fetal position on the ground and smiled. But despite the glee of driving a man insane Acolyte wanted to practice physical punishment. He walked over to Rich.
Rich watched Acolyte move towards him and sat up scrambling backwards. "What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to kill you...painfully." came the reply.
Acolyte lifted Rich into the air and set him as if he had layed Rich on a table. He walked over to Rich and created another shadow blade, a smaller blade. "Time for a little surgery..." Acolyte said. He closed Rich's mouth with telekinesis so that he wouldn't scream. He cut Rich across the torso. He reached in and started pulling out intestines making sure Rich could see. And Rich could as tears began rolling down his cheeks, not in pain, but in the face of his own failure."Are you ready to die now? Do you now realize how useless it was to resist me? I shall end your suffering. I know your pain. I too was human once." With a swift pull it was ended. Rich slimped into the endless sleep. Acolyte layed the man down gently at his feet and looked at him. No emotion showed on his face as he turned and walked away...