Ray DeVaro walked back into the arena again for a match. In his first match fate had generously smiled upon him. Yet today Ray felt he knew that his luck was burned up in the first match. Richard Pulfer would not scare easily. Plus he knew he would was under armed versus a veteran fighter of Delta City. But to be able to have a win something like this was motivation to overcome such obstacles.
Richard Pulfer entered the stadium carefully. He had seen Ray’s last battle and knew the man was fond of using his grenade launcher to start. Rich pulled his two handguns and moved around as quickly as he could while remaining silent. He had survived the last round; he hoped to survive again today. As he ran through the corridors he saw Ray who was walking around as if he had seen a ghost. Rich took quick aim.
Ray snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of a person stopping. “Shit…” he muttered as he pulled his shotgun and fired over his shoulder.
Rich ducked at the sound of the gun. He looked up and saw Ray running, and decided to run after him.
“Can’t make that mistake again, it’ll get me killed,” Ray muttered to himself. He reloaded his shotgun, and put away pulling his magnum instead. He heard Rich running after him and turned to face his opponent. He aimed and fired but missed his moving target. He then ran out onto the field.
“Bastard!” Rich yelled as he ran at Ray and fired down the hall towards Ray, but missed in his rage. As he stopped to think he came up with a new plan and ran up the nearest set off stairs.
Ray hoped over the wall and ran out onto the field. He looked around for Rich wondering where he could be. Ray went out to the middle of the field and waited for Rich to come out. As he looked around he saw a glint in the upper levels.
Rich lined Ray up in the sights off the WWII sniper rifle he had found and loaded one round in. “I’ve got you now…” Rich whispered to himself as he pulled the trigger.
Ray saw the flash up in the stands and felt the sting as a bullet went through the right side of his chest and hit the ground behind. “I thought today was a bad day to fight…” he said as he fell into unconsciousness.
Priest looked deeply at the deformed creature what was her lover once, and for
a second was willing to forfeit for the hideous monster that he had become...
The thought flashed behind her eyes and betrayed them, and in less than a second, more understanding came off than 10 minutes of conversation could ever provide. And before Priest could begin to turn, Wrath did first.
Without a
word Wrath turned from Priest and slowly walked away from the arena. Priest
said only one thing as she turned the winner by default, and the words fell
slowly off her lips and it was all that needed saying.
"Thank You"
The day had been glum, and misty as it dredged on through round after round. Adam Lance strolled
in with his magnum drawn expecting the unexpected.
Adam fed a new clip into the magnum and waited for
John to arrive.
A few moments waiting, John makes his entrance. John hastilly moves to the center of the arena and rolls his neck, attempting to get some solid blood movement through his weary body. He grins despite his obvious wear and tear, "Someone is
going to get their ass kicked. And its not going to
be me," said John attempting to add a touch of fear to his opponent.
Adam responded with his own put on aire of confidence , "Yeah
well, dont count on it. Fight´s not over. Yet..." He finished muttering.
"Alright man, lets
see what you got then." John replied, still as confident as he was when he came rolling in. After all, second round with a rookie? He could take care of himself.
John swiftly ran into the mist for
his advantage. Already Adam had a bad feeling about
this.
"Damnit..." said Adam as he pierces into the dense cloud surrounded him, his visibility shot.
"Surprise" a voice called into Adams ear. Adam swung the heavy butt of his magnum towards the voice "Come on man, you´ve got to better than that!" said John.
Adam then fired 2
stray bullets with his other hand, which clung to a handgun. "Hey hey now, lets not get upset!" said John.
Adam through his magnum
aside and grabbed his sub-machine gun.
"To hell with that," said an angered Adam. He then shot 20
rounds pulling a 180* span.
"Did I hit you yet loud mouth?"
said Adam.
"Hmmm... No I dont think so... wait wait! Oh my bad a bug bite" said John.
Jesus. I gotta wrap this up. Im starting to annoy myself... John thought to himself as he slapped the
hand cuffs on Adam and dragged him to the bleachers.
John turned his opponent around hoping for a quick knockout now that he was Adam was restrained. He swung his right arm in a hook, followed by an uppercut to the gut. He swung again dealing a heavy left to the head.
Blood leaked out of Adam´s mouth. As John moved in for another hit, Adam pushed him away with a firm kick knocking him to the ground.
"Ok. Im done." John pulled his handgun out and charged Adam through the mist. Carefully aiming, John took a solid swing at his handcuffed opponent, and swung a firm solid swing into the back of his head, knocking the man out.
Inside of the Arena, dusk sets and flames of energy are being set around the
arena, beginning to provide light. Under this strangely lighted setting, the
arena takes on a mystical almost unreal stage.
The newest set of fighters take the stage. The being known as Acolyte steps
assuredly up and stands at the ready, his deformed face grinning the only
way it could. Painfully.
On the other side of the Arena, Areon stood and shifted his sub machine gun
in his sweating hands. Normally he had more composure than this, but the
conditions weren´t very friendly or suitable for any level of comfort, and
it showed. As Areon looked at his freakish opponent, he felt his nerves
bundling into knots.
Dont worry. he tried to comfort himself. Unload enough ammo into
in it, it´ll die. Just like anything else.
The attempts weren´t helping. He swallowed hard as Sandman prompted his
child to killing.
The fight began, and Areon began unloading round after round towards the
blue monster before him. Each round landed exactly where it was supposed to
thanks to his accuracy. However, where it was supposed to hit was where the
Acolyte was.
Only the Acolyte wasn´t there anymore. Areon, looked around in front of him
looking for his enemy to charge him. He couldnt see his opponent anywhere.
Ha.. maybe he ran away Areon lied to himself. He attempted a smile,
that was when he felt a sharp pain in his back.
Areon turned around to see blood the Acolyte and a growing pool of blood on
the ground. He collapsed as he felt his legs go out from him accompanied by
a screeching laugh.
Areon was unlucky enough to still be concious while the Acolyte slowly
peeled his skin off with his claws and his body was unable to move, locked
by some strange force. Unconciousness blessed him midway through the live
skinning. He was lucky. Not much after the flaying, the Acolyte tore into
his back and ripped out his spine from his corpse and left it dangling still
attached to the now did Areon.
The crowd could do nothing but gasp as the massacre took place and Sandman
laughed.
"Jim, why don't we just fight it out with our fists
and not hurt eachother too bad?" Ibuki asked as he let
his enhanced handgun clatter to the ground.
"Alright,"
jim said. The two ran toward eachother. Jim drew back
his fist, but Ibuki ducked under the fist and brought
his knee into Jim's gut.
Jim doubled over and Ibuki
brought his hands up over his head, but Jim stood
quickly and side kicked Ibuki in the knee, dropping
the man to the ground.
Jim turned toward his friend
and smirked, "Give up." Ibuki's hand shot and his
elbow hooked against Jim's knee and Ibuke jerked his
hand back, droping Jim, causing him to slam his skull
on the hard ground.
"That wasn't so hard," Ibuki said
as he propped his friend up on the wall.
"Niether will
this," Sandman said as he threw Ibuki into the wall
and walked toward Jim.
"Good bye, sleeping beauty,"
Sandman said as he slammed his fist into Jim´s face,
shattering the bone and going through soft flesh and
brain matter.
A bullet crashed into the wall less than an inch from
Antonio's face. "Fuckin' shit," Antonio said as he
took another hiding place, but another bullet erupted
from Jill's gun.
This time the bullet slammed into
Antonio's gut and sent him stumbling over.
Jill
emerged from her hiding place and smiled, raised the
pistol up and slammed it down on Antonio's face,
knocking him out.
Alexi waited for the next round to commence in what appeared to be a locker room.
"Damn this place smells," he thought as he looked at the decaying bathrooms, lockers, and uniforms that were all over the place. He tried to get his mind off of the smell by thinking of the upcoming round. "Well, first of all who is this guy?" he asked himself inside of his mind.
Well, he's the same bastard who took down Nate," he replied to himself, "The only weapons that he has, that I saw, were a shockgun and a handgun. The gas tank is worthless to him now."
Before he could continue, he was grabbed by some unknown force and pulled onto the football field.
"Here we go again," he thought as he looked around. Without saying anything Sandman raised his right hand and immediatly dropped it, signalling the begining of the battle.
Chris immediatly took out his fire bombs and threw them toward his opponant. Alexi quickly took out his Magnum and started to shoot at the incoming bombs.
The first one was destroyed rather easily, and its contents just sprayed onto the ground. The second one took a little more gunfire but it eventually blew up, taking the thrid one with it.
But the fourth bomb made it past Alexi's gunfire and blew up behind him. Alexi screamed as he was flung forward, flames eating at the back of his flesh.
Chris took advantage of the situation by rushing forward with his shotgun. He made it to where Alexi laid and pressed the gun into his smoldering back.
"I know you're still up," Chris said, "If you pretend to be knocked out then I'll spare you your life, but if you move then I'll shoot you in the back."
There was no reply, "I guess I'll take that as your acknowledgement." He loosened his grip on his gun and started to turn around to tell Sandman of his victory.
"Hopefully he'll fall for it," he thought as Alexi's motionless body left his field of vision. Before he could speak, however, he heard the sound of a Pepsi can opening.
"What?" he muttered as he whipped his head around to look at Alexi.
Before he could react Alexi had the barrel of Chris' gun in his left hand and the middle of the barrel in his right.
"No deal," Alexi said as he snapped the shotgun out of Chris' hands and whipped it around so the handle smacked Chris across the face. Alexi quickly jummped ontop of him and put his arm around Chris' neck.
"Please don't struggle," he thought, "I'd hate to kill you for Sandman's pleasure." To Alexi's disapointment Chris struggeled as hard as he could, but KGB had anticipated actions like this to occur when their agents used this manuever, it just gets more difficult.
To Alexi's relief he managed to strangle Chris just enough to make sure that he passed out. As soon as Chris stopped stuggeling Alexi got up and made sure that the man's air passage opened. With that taken care of Alexi rested Chris' shotgun ontop of his chest.
"I have no need of this," he told the unconscious warrior, "And by the look of your weapon's stockpile I'd say you can't afford to lose anything now."
Alexi turned toward Sandman and before he could speak Acolyte said, "Your chivalry is wasted here Gustove. If I were you I'd have taken the weapon by now."
"Fuck off, Carlos!" Alexi yelled as he went back into the locker room.
Standing in the grand arena, 3 figures take the platform. 2 human, 1, not so
much.
The stands filled with the remaining surviving contests of the tournament,
each awaiting the outcome of the tournament as well as the future.
Delis stands back from the center of the arena, blindly waiting for an audio
recognition for the fight to begin, Justice at the ready a few spaces
forward.
McMahon stands facing the two, untouched by the enormous robotic creation
that stands before him.
Delis calls out. "McMahon, I really dont wish to hurt you with Justice, but
I must reach the end of this tournament. Why dont you simply withdraw as
Wrath did, and save yourself any discomfort."
McMahon rolled his eyes and called out "Get over yourself Delis. Your not
that great, and neither is your toy."
McMahon barely waited for the signal to begin the fight, and instantly began
moving. He had studied Justice´s capabilities before the fight, asking other
survivors, searching for weaknesses and strengths. With everything he knew
in mind, he might just have a chance.
The enhanced genetics that composed his body went to work, his legs pounding
like jackhammers against the ground, pushing him forward away from Justice´s
raised arm, which was quickly following him with the mini cannon that it
held on its wrist.
McMahon rolled forward and sprung up, his dual pistols now in both hands,
aiming towards Delis. He squeezed off 5 rounds between the guns, and watched
as Justice moved to block the incoming projectiles to his master.
McMahon quickly pivoted and strafed to the right, moving away from justice
continually firing... 7...9...12...
McMahon counted as the rounds were released and each time Justice would
barely make it to body guard his master.
McMahon continued moving as a small missile slammed to his left side, the
heat of the explosion pushing and searing his body, but he kept moving
despite the pain. Suddenly he shitfted forward in a charge towards Justice.
He squeezed of 4 more rounds towards Delis, and when Justice moved to block,
McMahon equally rotated as fast, quickly sidestepping the bohemoth and
charging directly for Delis as fast as his enhanced body would permit and
slammed into Delis before Justice could fully assess the situation after
retrieving the projectiles.
McMahon smiled as he silently unloaded 6 bullets into Delis body. 3 to the
chest, 1 to the neck, and two to the head.
Within moments that the fight had begun, it had ended, as the life drained
from Delis, and Justice deactivated as a result.
The Fight was over. McMahon had won.
"told you."