Heros Graveyard

HERO'S GRAVEYARD

What does it matter, a dream of love or a dream of lies?

We're all gonna be in the same place when we die.

Your spirit don't leave knowing your face or your name.

And the wind through your bones is all that remains.

Terrain

General - The fortress has long since been destroyed and abandoned, remaining siege equipment in an advanced state of decay. Some pillars and walls still stand, but it is the courtyard that is more important. This place has been a secret dueling ground for many, and as such hundreds of pieces of amour and weapons have been left in this place. Each one acting as the only gravestone of a fallen champion, waiting to be gripped again.

Weapons - Many melee weapons. A good few are dull and rusted, but there are quite a few that are still deadly.

Bonus Effects - None.

There was sound to accompany the wind, Blake played a mournful dirge on his harmonica as he planted his feet along a well trod path. Discarded armour and weapons lay strewn to either side of him and he could only think with grim satisfaction that this would be the location of a showdown to remember.

Upon making it to the courtyard Blake would stop his playing, pocketing the instrument, and take a good look around himself. Circling a full three hundred and sixty degrees he took in the view.

"So this is the place. Looks like it could be lots of fun."

Already he was getting ideas running through his head of the fight to come and the destruction it would cause.

"Well piss on the graves."

Blake muttered allowed as he thought on the untold number buried. It wasn't going to be his fault if more then one body was exhumed or if their graves be trampled and ruined in the ensuing chaos. At the end of the day though he was just making excuses in his own mind to calm himself so he didn't think he run the risk of being haunted.

Because there's nothing really worse then killing someone and having them bug you after the fact. It just wasn't proper.

Finally though he looked up at the pillar.

GORGON –

There appeared to be another marker atop the archway, one that suspiciously looked like the armoured figure of a judge. A few things were off though, for one no judge had worn this armour, as it looked far more functional and less decorative. No fancy face plates, just a classic visor with a few horizontal holes. Then the normal extravagant capes was replaced with a worn brown traveling cloak, ripe with holes and tears. Though the most notable thing was the weapons this armour was carrying. Frankly the thing was a walking armory, a sword at each hip as well as one axe and one mace crossing over those swords, then three things strapped to its back, another much larger sword, as well as a great maul to match Crawley's, and of shield dead center. Clearly nobody would ever be able to move with that much weight.

Of course, right on cue, the armour began to move.

"Greetings great warriors!" The rather excited voice was slightly muffled by the helm, "I see you have answered the call and arrived at your proving ground. Eager as one may be, I must first ensure you understand the rules. Firstly, this fight is being observed. Others than myself will decide your fate, and woe upon the lowest scoring team. Secondly, rules are still in effect, only the red card has been elevated to the most grave of offenses and will remove the receiver from this test of skill. Third, have no fear for even if you all are defeated three of you will still be allowed to fight in the next round."

It made a sudden point towards Blake.

"Finally! I declare that Blake must fight. Declare now who will stand by his side against eliminator Gorgon, as there will be no strikers for those that put their faith in their allies." The pointed hand turned to a fist, "As that may be wise, for there will be no mercy for those declared!"

"Do you understand these rules? If so declare and be on your guard!"

Something happened, an armoured form decked out with far too many weapons began to monologue. At least that's what Blake thought was happening, he only caught bits and pieces. What Blake was really interested in doing was lighting a cigarette with only one hand, it really slowed down the process.

With it lit though and hanging from his mouth he heard his name and looked back up.

"What's that?"

The smoke almost fell from his lips and his hand went and brushed back the hair by the ear that should have been there. The scab of the torn off flesh itched for a moment but there was something better to focus on. Like fighting this guy.

"Well I guess I'd be alright with that."

Walking forward he reached beneath his jacket and pulled out a crowbar, it was about a foot and a half in length.

"If someone else wants to join me they can; but I don't want anyone getting in my way."

So there it was, the grand show down that was probably the most brutal and entertaining aspect of Heaven or Hell, the Elimination Rounds; and here Blake was picked for it. Was he going to beat it? He thought so at least.

Confidence surged through his body as he took a pose, there had to be cameras somewhere. Smoking away he rolled the cigarette from side to side as he grinned, he spread his feet wide and with a sweeping motion raised his left hand high and pointed the crowbar at his foe. Wind swept around him, tugging the smoke in drifting loops. Blake's empty sleeves and coat tales ruffled and flapped, his tie was long gone.

"To Hell with you. You'll see you can't beat me around."

Off to the side stood Blake's cross dressing team-mate he refused to acknowledge directly.

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

"If someone else wants to join me they can; but I don't want anyone getting in my way."

"A declaration of all it is!" Gorgon called out the moment , "El Fantasma, Fox, and Crawley (or wrestling alter ego) all are allowed to participate."

The clasp on the cloak came undone and the ragged cloth blew off in the wind fully revealing the three armaments on its back. In a long drawn out metallic sound the large sword was drawn from the straps on the armour's back. Then in a much quicker movement Gorgon gripped with two hands, wound up like he was about to swing a baseball bat, swung said giant sword towards Crawley, and just so happened to let go at just the right time. Giant sword just became weighted blade of death spinning towards Sailor Suplex.

Then Gorgon dramatically jumped down from the arch, ensuring not to jump too close to the two competitors. Though best cover his tracks, thus a mace was ripped from it's side holder and with an underhand swing tossed towards Blake. Though Gorgon couldn't be unarmed either, thus his other arm went for the axe and the throwing arm just grabbed for the shield just as the armoured body hit the ground with a thud.

"Prepare yourselves!" Shield went forward and axe are cocked back ready for a strike.

Sailor Suplex started backpeddling and then tripped over a breastplate into a backflip out of the path of the whirly sword.

He watched from a crouched position as Blake scrambled around and took his position. Of course he wasn't sure what Blake had planned so he looked at him from where he was and attempted to make eye contact. At least to get some sort of understanding or communication going on between them while still keeping a lookout for sudden movements of the judge.

Whatever the result of non-verbal communication...

"TAKE 'EM BLAKE!"

And if you didn't know.. the Suplexing Senshi was going to be letting Blake rumble on his own for a second as he attempted to maintain distance

Two figures rushing each other, one of them clad in armour and wielding a weapon designed for war, the other dressed in a suit and wielding a weapon designed for opening things. This was going to be interesting.

When Gorgon swung it's arm with axe towards Blake's hip there wasn't much he could really do. He was bull rushing and he had no control over gravity to suddenly shift direction. So he did what he did best in this type of situation, grit his teeth and hoped for the best.

Blake swung the crow bar down low across his body from right to left, his arm held straight to catch the axe before it could strike his body. As he did this he twisted his upper body so his right shoulder was forward and leaped from the ground. Throwing himself full force into the Eliminator with a shoulder tackle.

Hopefully everything would turn out alright.

"So it is single combat you want!" Exuberant, really.

With all the dramatic spark expected the blade of the axe impacted against the crowbar. Tool for opening or not it was a weapon, and thus was the major threat of the one armed man. Gorgon planned to test this man's strength and speed, thus put a good deal of pressure against Blake's guard before cocking upward to disengage. Well that was the idea, but before he could finish his step he was met with a mighty shoulder tackle! Could this daring move topple eliminator Gorgon?

Unlikely, but it was pushing the comfort zone.

Generally when one swings a weapon such as an axe it opens a hole in their guard, and this time was no exception. Blake's shoulder tackle would manage to get in between that space between one side and shield and impact right in the eliminator's chest-plate. Gorgon would brace to the best of his ability coming out of the charge, but even with that he would still have to give some ground with a few steps backwards. The one problem with Blake's plan was he just shoulder tackled into a chest-plate, and while he did manage to put a nice dent in it the combined his momentum, plus Gorgon's brace, plus metal equals not good for unarmoured shoulders.

Now to get rid of this distance.

"I appreciate your vigor, but..." He raised his shield arm and jammed the edge hard against Blake's back with intent to rake down his back, and then push the shield between the two of them. If he could get wedged in, he would push against Blake. It was likely he couldn't outright push the man off considering his demonstrated strength, but he could at least get a few steps for some breathing room. "Begone!"

Either way his axe arm would continue the delayed c**k back to an elevated position.

As for the Sailor... It seems Gorgon was too busy with Blake to pay him any attention. Scraping and bouncing would make Gorgon aware of movement, but being locked in with Blake would allow Suplex to get behind him.

A loud whistle...

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

But something was going on behind the Gorgon, something that brought a smile to Blake's face as he let out a short laugh and pointed in the general direction towards Crawley with the crowbar.

Off in view, that stunning image of a hero was there. That clever guy who knew just what to do in any situation to save the ones he had sworn to protect. That awesome guy who wears his clothes nice and neat despite them being just a little tight in the buttocks area. The macho, masculine, yet cute, and pretty. El Guapo, El Magnifico, the only one who could pull off such controversial fashion for men. But no one cares about that stuff.

SWORD SPINNING THROUGH THE AIR AT THE JUDGE TO SAW HIM IN HALF

The whistle was to get both their attention. Then Blake pointed so the Judge would know that he should probably stop and look too. Blake was laughing though, but wasn't nothin really funny. Unless he had been hit too hard.

In the small moment of time that Sailor Suplex was allowed, he had taken a stance and flung the sword like a flying buzzsaw at the judge.. Whatever the result, he took to chasing after it. Of course he couldn't be running right behind the damned thing because he wasn't super fast so he got there when he got there..

And when he got there he jumped into the air and kicked his feet out one after the other as if to "run up" the judge, ending with a wrestling boot to the chin on the third kick to send him back.

Oh there was nothing funny about it, as Sailor Suplex landed with the RESU SCEPTER in both hands. Because it looked like a SAMURAI SHODOWN was about to occur.

Wasn't it strange that after the past two years of hype the only thing they sent at Mata Leon, THE Mata Leon, was a man with a whole bunch of weapons and some armour? I mean, think about the line up last year, two had armour as well but it was powered, one was some crazy amazon, and the final was a man who started working out his eyelids after he perfected every other muscle. Was this overly enthused knight a huge let down?

Of course not, this is when the weird s**t would start happening.

Right before Blake would be pushed off by the shield he would realize something very strange about his blow. For starters there was way too much give considering he had just thwacked an armoured man in the side of the head, but the more bizarre aspect was visual. After being clanged clean in the temple Gorgon would begin to turn his head in the opposite direction as most would after getting hit in the side of the head, unlike most that momentum just didn't seem to stop. His head would spin, and it wouldn't stop till the helmet had rotated clear around. Thus backwards and facing Crawley just as he was throwing the sword.

"Gadzooks!" The now reverse headed knight would exclaim as the sword left the defender of justice's grasp. Time to think fast!

For one Gorgons weapon and shield were quickly discarded. The axe given a quick overhand lob in Blake's general direction, not exactly accurate as he was now looking the other way, but may put a scare. Then for no apparent reason the judge put armoured hands on his hips. Then in one of the strangest dodges in Heaven or Hell history. With a mighty thrust Gorgon straightened his arms from his hips...

And launched his upper torso into the air.

The now freed legs went right into action. They clanged and scrapped to quickly turn around as the sword buzzsawed right over them. The minute they were turned around they would spread slightly to ground themselves for the incoming impact, as well as be prepared for any changes of tactics on Crawley's part. Back up to the now falling torso, first thing: new weapon. Gorgon reached back to draw the great maul as he would clearly be up against a resu septer. He pulled it onto his right shoulder with both handsin preparation for the landing.

Clang. Body hit the legs, though it was facing Blake while the head and legs were facing Crawley.

"Foul knave! Attacks from behind, have you no..." And his opened was now running up his back, interrupting his words with a boot to the chin. Though he already had an attack ready, so while it halted his insult it only slightly delayed his next move as his greaves once again found their footing.

Great maul came off of shoulder in a powerful chest high horizontal two handed swing. If Blake wasn't displaced from dealing with the unhampered buzzsaw-sword then there was a good chance that he would be hit in the initial arc of the hammer. But how would this hit Crawley? Quite simple, when Gorgon swung he would allow his whole torso, but not his legs or head, to be carried by the weight of the hammer. Thus if uninterrupted the hammer would follow a 180 degree arc until slamming into Suplex's left side just as he landed at the ready.

Do do do do do do do do dooooo DOOOOOOO-

There was a couple hours before his team was supposed to meet;

So he decided to lay down and get some more sleep;

And he dreamt of all the fans jumping to their feet;

Cuz Mata Leon sent Sieg and his boys home in defeat;

They had no business in the kitchen with all that heat;

Now it’s one less team they had to beat.

George’s nap was interrupted by a violent sound.

Brown eyes opened wide and he looked around.

His teammates met their opponent and s**t was goin’ down.

His expression was confused and dumfound;

But covered by his luchamask’s artificial frown.

“s**t I overslept!”

To his feet he leapt;

With no thoughts except:

How could I’ve been so inept?

Up ahead he saw his partners brawlin’.

And knew now was not the time for stallin’.

George put his a** in gear and started haulin’.

Towards the guy in the armor who was steady ballin’.

Today, destiny was certainly callin’-

them all to home of heroes fallen.

Weapons? None.

Brains? Some.

“Did homes just split himself in half?”

Man this was going to be fun.

That man George just continued to run,

and get in close range to show these boys how it’s done.

Well this certainly just got interesting.

Blake was now wedged in the mighty regained loins of Gorgon, and lifting him into the air. In this situation the knight Gorgon knew he must muster all his skill in mounted combat to keep on top of this one. Once Blake got him off the ground he would near immediately feel the Gorgon's lower legs wrap around his back right in return. He gave up on maintaining the two handed swing, dropping his right away and letting the swing go on momentum alone. So while it would still hit with all the accumulated force against the resu scepter there would be no follow through, and would bounce away just as Crawley had.

That free hand though went straight for Blake's right stub, using it to push against the rebounding hammer. Considering what Blake did to that shoulder moments again, wrenching the stub around like that. So as Blake rose to his feet Gorgon would be swinging his hammer about and pushing on his stub in an attempt to keep balance. It almost seemed like he was going to stay on, until Crawley's push. Now the both of them were backpedaling and likely spinning in circles as weight shifted.

"Woah there! WOAH!"

In a panic Gorgon's hand shot from the stub and dug right into Blake's face, gauntleded hand covering one eye and obscuring the other, as he desperately pushed forward in an attempt not to topple backwards. At least he had gotten the maul in somewhat of a neutral position, quite frankly with his hammer held low and that leaning forward he looked somewhat like a jockey going in reverse. Then Crawley bolted by.

"Come back fiend!" Gorgon somehow managed to yell through the stumbling, " Noble steed, this way!"

In cue with that Gorgon wrenched all his weight forward to get Blake to reverse his stumble forward and chase after Crawley. He made sure to apply liberal weight and pressure to Blake's bruised, and previously abused shoulder just to make sure. Would it matter if Blake stumbled? Not really, as Gorgon would soon glimpse Crawley kicking off the pillar and heading back their way. It was time for a swing of some sort.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Being his maul was in such a low position the best option was another one handed swing, diagonally upward aiming to crush Crawley's hip, though probably just highly bruise it considering it wasn't a full on two handed swing. And hey, the targeting couldn't be guaranteed either since Gorgon was riding Crawley's teammate. So it's really only safe to say: Gorgon swung his maul at Crawley, maybe if the eliminator got lucky it would get him away.

Well, Gorgon wasn't that lucky, that resu scepter would hit to some degree nomatter what. It slammed against Gorgons side sending armour inwards in a huge dent and creating a massive amount of momentum in one direction. This was more momentum than Gorgon could manage as his reigns (read: head) arm was just clobbered. Thus the two were probably careening towards the field of earth bound weapons, and likely were gonna fall onto or at least into one of the monuments.

Gorgon had no intention to unwrap his legs until Blake was falling with him.

( Because my account was temp banned)

"Goddamnit."

Sailor Suplex crashed to the ground a short distance ahead of where they would eventually crash to the ground. Black ppl have superb springy leg movement that is unexplainable by science.

Meanwhile. Suplex had to use the RESU SCEPTER to support himself to his feet. Not only did he take a blow to the hip, but that combined with falling into an environment full of hazards like this had given him quite a few scrapes, bumps, and bruises. But he stood up. Held up the RESU SCEPTER and something magical (read: purely coincidental) began to happen.

Moon peeked out from the middle of a cloudy sky to shine down. But where did it shine down? Where else? Sailor Suplex and the RESU SCEPTER. With his heart he asked the RESU SCEPTER for guidance and it was doing its work. Some would argue that the glow it emitted was just some weird thing going on with the moonlight and the bow that was on the RESU SCEPTER. You couldn't tell Suplex that though.

Serious s**t

Sailor Suplex noticed that the light seemed to bounce off the RESU SCEPTER, however, and illuminate some other object. Something within arms reach. Before, it just looked like some other ordinary rusty sword on the ground. Before, it was one of many. But now, the moonlight chose to shine itself on it.

He picked up the sword with his other hand and immediately knew what to do. He stormed over to Blake and the judge. About as fast as a guy using a RESU SCEPTER as a cane and holding a sword could storm... and stopped from about a foot and a half behind them.

He held up the RESU SCEPTER and twirled it in the air gracefully. The moonlight peering through onto the judge like a beacon in the brief moments where it wasn't blocked. And then in a quick, explosive movement, bent over forwards to send the RESU CEPTER down to the center of the Judge's breasts from 'behind' his head. The justice from above.

Take that, Queen Beryl!

--- For what he thought would only be enough to cripple the Judge momentarily, Sailor Suplex held up the sword next and looked down at his foe. He would need the help of friends for the final finishing blow...

Being on his back Blake had an easier time rolling to his right, less of an arm to get in his way and all, so that was the direction he went. As he rose up in a crouch he rubbed the scrapped flesh of his face with the stub of his right arm, getting a bit of blood on his coat and probably making his face dirty.

Blake never was all that handsome; but this tournament wasn't doing much for his looks. Like the sudden face lift Gorgon tried to physically apply with an over large excuse of a hammer.

Was a good thing it only had one hand upon it or some true destructive force might have been behind it. With the way things were all that managed to happen was to slam it in the shoulder, upper torso of Blake who felt as though a few ribs had cracked and his already breaking shoulder shatter. Whatever the case it didn't seem likely that he was going to be using that stub again.

Yelping from the blow he fell to his knees as Gorgon raised itself and looked down pitifully on Blake. It was not a position he enjoyed and with grim determination to not go down to just one blow he stood up, grabbing the great maul in his left hand. The crowbar had been dropped to retrieve the larger weapon.

Now on his feet with the maul gripped about half way along the handle Gorgon was in mid sentence. Commending Blake's actions, calling him a warrior and brave; after the fight he might have a few words to say on those subjects.

Either way Gorgon was interrupted and bowed over from the blow Crawley had delivered and the moment was showing itself to be a most opportune moment to strike.

Like Gorgon before him Blake now swung the great maul with only one hand, moving within range to strike if need be; but where as Gorgon only had the strength of his arm Blake had his arm and the companying force of gravity at his aid. The strike was to land upon what could be considered the upper back, just behind the head and along the shoulders, of the empty armour suit.

That was if all went well and things were timed. It was only a few seconds; but a few seconds could spell disaster or victory in a fight.

C. Fox Wrote:

Whats the worst that could happen to the eliminator? He'd get his armor dented. The same couldn't be said for Fox who'd catch the backswing of the RESU SCEPTER. Without uttering a word it was clear that Sailor Suplex wasn't impressed or happy with Fox's lack of tact or intelligence in attacking the judge.

That said, with Fox bashed to the wayside and in need of facial re-constructive surgery, as well as picking up a heavy dental tab, Sailor Suplex raised high that aforementioned sword. It did a fancy 540 with the help of a quick hand and co-ordination before it was driven down to pierce through the back of the judge's armor, the front, and deep into the ground below them.

Suplex still wasn't exactly sure what it would do beyond possibly pinning him to the ground to be wailed on. But throughout this entire battle, the awkwardness of the 'thing' he was fighting made him unsure of a lot of things at this point. He gave a sigh of resign as it seemed he or Blake would never figure out the puzzle.

Suddenly, though it wasn't that much of a surprise, Sailor Suplex swung the RESU SCEPTER overhead to smash onto the butt of the sword, driving it further down into the ground.

Then... he walked over and sat down on top of the Judge's back, thinking it safe because of restricted movement, and burried his head into his knees and rested.

Though completely unaware of each other or the actions that take place in one's absence--If Crawley ever found out what happened here, he'd probably kill Fox & Dash.