Rave Club

EliminatorStage: The Rave Club

Second floor slaughter!

The bass throbbing. The lights flickering. The smell of sweat and blood. A war zone in a controlled environment. This is the place that was created from the winnings of HoH 2008. A place where aggression rules and where talking it out is thrown to the wind. Welcome to The Rave Club™.

Welcome to the TRC. A club created by the famed Dzan Streea who has so graciously closed the place down for fights to take place to add to the feel of the place. The first floor is cleared out. Chairs, tables, couches, a bar, and a small dance floor. The second floor is where the fight takes place. A huge wooden floor with flashing lights and a live DJ spinning bone jarring beats. This floor is your demise.

Terrain

General - Wooden floors, large platform above the first floor. DON'T GET SLAMMED THROUGH! There are NO SPECTATORS. Cameras are hooked up to see you suffer.

Weapons - None but what you bring.

Bonus Effects - Due to the nature of the club magic is harder to conjure! Due to people wanting to spectate and the infamous nature of TRC in general, the first floor IS open to spectators that must watch from the TVs along the first floor. The stairs are barred off by ARMED guards.

The Rave Club.

Izette cautiously stared the exterior part of the building as she took a long drag of her cigarette. She didn’t like this, not at all. And what bothered her even more was the fact that for some reason, this was a rather normal day at the club. Except things were not adding up…

Why on Gaia would they be invited by the HOH staff to join them at the TRC?

With the final drag of her cigarette, Izette made her way to the doors with a sigh. However, we all know how Izette was with doors.

WHAM!

The door banged open causing the light to pour into the dark rave club. The music was still booming for the regular members. There was only the comfort of music and the smell of cigarette smoke that seemed to settle her.

Looking around, Izette shrugged. Nothing seemed all too suspicious down on the lower level. However, the upper floor was another story. Clearly, someone was home but the real question was who.

BUT LOW AND BEHOLD ANOTHER TEAM MEMBER!

Oh Thank God! Izette moved up beside Ash and waved happily.

“Hey Blue! Sup!” She grinned, Izette was feeling a little more confident knowing that she wasn’t going to be alone for this.

((Edit: Whee Talked To E About Details))

Contract deal?

What the crap was she going on about?

“…Sure?” Izette sounded rather confused by the statement. She had seen this woman before, only a few times. But she knew a bit about her, mostly from the rantings that Zandy gave her. However, she really couldn’t pass judgment at this particular moment and time.

And speaking of Zandy…

Where the hell was that woman?

Well hot-st, if it wasn't the Rave Club. Of all the places in the world to stage a fight, the TRC was sure a st one hell of a place to an HoH match. With a very large splayed out on her tomboyish features, Ryke sauntered up to the warehouse turned Rave Club and paused for a brief few moments, just taking it all in as usual. She was more than psyched that their team had pulled through the second round against those loons, whatever their team name was and the scores had been fairly surprising.

SO everyone's favorite bounty huntress was in a fantastic mood, there wasn't a whole lot that could spoil it and she pulled her hands free from the pockets of the green bomber jacket. Yes she wore it to the fight again, she was beginning to think of it as a good luck charm.

Funny how that worked.

She waited for the song to finish on her playlist before plucking the earbuds out and, stuffing them back in her cargo pants pockets, pushed against the main door to the establishment. Music, the bass assaulted her upon first entrance but like every trip she made to the club, Ryke tuned it out and got used to the noise.

Empty.

Empty save for three women.

Wait.

"Well what the ******** do we have here?" She surveyed the first floor of the club, boots thudding somewhat with each step and her belt clinking, and clanking with the noises her carried weapons. She was packing all three baby, machete, shock maul and her knife tucked away at the ankle like was normal.

Hell yes she brought all three of her registered weapons, she hadn't gotten a chance to use the machete and sure as hell hadn't used the knife a whole lot last time so now, she was looking to spill some blood.

Bringing her eyes back to the front, they fell on the bodies of her two teammates and the third femme.

Who...

Quote: "The name's Gen."

...

Her blood ran cold, her expression soured and she stood where she was, not taking another step.

Well what do you know.

Ryke snorted, frowned and folded her arms over her chest. "The ******** this about?" Again with the cursing. Television be damned. Needless to say, the huntress' mood had promptly tanked with coming into the presence of the red-haired femme that she of all her teammates was the only one familiar with her.

They'd only met a grand total of once but the short scene was enough to remember. They'd swapped insults. Kind of hard to forget. Ahh but there were other reasons for her animosity. Reasons that she wasn't about to bring up here in front of everyone, tonight, she was going to keep a check on her temper and her mouth shut outside of the general questions regarding the tournament.

Like,

What were they doing?

“Zandy…” Izette looked at her teammate nervously; seriously this was getting even creepier as the conversation went on. And suddenly the guards parted and they were indicated to follow.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Izette than made her way for the stairs.

Yeah, she had a rather bad feeling about this.

The door to the TRC swung open one final time, Nocere Poema entered in her usual lack-luster manner. Her silhouette was very square from the door hanging off her back, her right hand held her 2x2, and the blade in her forearm was easily seen. The teal woman made her way into the vaguely familiar 'arena', her eyes roaming the area, but mostly straying towards her teammates.

A stranger, female, was walking away from them and Nocere eyed her suspiciously. This obviously wasn't like their other fights, there wasn't even another team around by the looks of it and there should be. Nocere usually ended up being the last arrival.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Things weren't easy to hear because of the bumpin' music, but the alien caught enough to smirk and gave a "heh" that sounded more like an exasperated sigh. It was no surprise that any of them should feel that way, things were a bit weird. Nocere's eyes went back towards where the stranger had exited.

Strange, strange. Nocere was curious as to who the woman happened to be, but she didn't ask any questions, she simple slipped over to Asherah, just in time to see her face get covered in gum. The alien paused, a bit shocked, then let out a short, hoarse bark-ish laugh.

The lights were out.

The bass was pumping.

Then all was silent and remained so.

+++"Ladies. Ladies. Ladies," the voice filtered throughout the darkness. "This fight is simple. Don't die. Regular Heaven or Hell rules apply. If you mess up you're eliminated....for this is...THE ELIMINATION ROUND!" There was a small build up of sound.

+++"The only difference is...One striker is allowed throughout the fight. Cards are still counted. Everything is the same except that one rule." As the voice faded out of the air it the music would begin to pick up. Each thump of the bass allowed the lights to flash before dying out to complete darkness again. Each flash revealed a man standing on the other side of the floor. His chest covered in bronze armor the color of blood. The arms ripped off of it. One revealing a complex tattoo. In each hand were held chain axes. A top of his head was a full faced helm worked into the image of a snarling daemon. This was their opponent.

+++"Now...WHO SHALL I PICK!?"

Clearing the gun from her eyes, Asherah sat up and shook her head a bit. That's when Dzan spoke.

"AAIEEE IT'S A MAN!!!"

Skittering behind Nocere, she managed to get herself up and continue to chew on her bubblegum quietly.

FRRR

FRRRRR

FRRRRRR

Broop!

"What?!"

The bubble from the bubble gum detached itself and managed to floated in the air. It floated all the was over to Dzan's foot, and popped, thus making a sticky pink mess of goop.

"Whoops... Eh heh."

As for the question he asked, who would he pick indeed?

Even though the music was loud enough to drown out the bounty hunter's catty insults, Gen could still hear her muttering as they made their way up. Either way, it wasn't in her to stoop to the level of retorting any more: she merely smirked to herself.

However, at the mention of volunteering, Gen stepped aside and indicated with a polite gesture that, if Ryke truly wanted to volunteer, she should feel free to go ahead.

As for the rest of them...

"Come on, girls, don't be frightened. You may as well watch from up here before the place gets swamped by your adoring fans."

No one else on her team seemed terribly eager to go against the borderline psychotic cyberpunk, but that was precisely her role on the team: to take on the seemingly crazy challenges all in hopes of getting a good thrill out of them. Didn't mean she didn't fear death or didn't expect to get appropriately beaten to hell, but the opportunity to fight Dzan in an HoH Elimination Match was too much to turn down and thus why she jumped at the chance.

She stepped up with or without Gen's urging and neglected the woman for the time being to focus on the man in front of her.

The bounty hunter seemed rather eager about this."Of course I accept." She took a moment to roll the sleeves on the jacket, revealing her bracer protected arms and pushing them up to around her elbows, her hands moved to her belt and there they waited. "And I'm definitely ready...let's put on a good show eh?"

So that was how eliminations worked.

"Barred huh? That blows." She shrugged it off. The cyberpunk didn't have to say another word more, Ryke had already made her decision, quick as it was, and she wasn't the type to back out of it. Not for anything. Maybe it was confidence?

Quote: "Now let us get this gak fraggin' started!"

"Don't haveta ask twice."

Or maybe it was just a strong desire to pass this round and get her shot at a potentially awesome round against Honestly Nice Guys. Didn't matter either way because by the time Dzan had finished his statement and started approaching, she reached around with both arms to the back of her belt and unhitched two of her three weapons;

A blade and a beating stick.

Each hand came right out from behind her back, brandishing a respective weapon. Instinctively her left, machete wielding hand poised in front of her at chest level, angled enough to act as a guard if necessary but still at the ready. Her right arm carried the shock maul, extended from it's traveling, collapsed form, having already pressed the stud and set the stun settings to the medium level. It came around and up across her body with her taking a slight right step towards Dzan and she swung to strike the cyberpunk at a downwards angle looking to crack him right in the collar bone.

OHHHHH!

Izette couldn’t watch!

It was absolutely terrifying. She had seen Dzan fight before many times in the Rave Club. But she had high hopes that things will turn out all right.

At the same time though, she couldn’t keep her eye off the fight.

Damn this was intense!

And she had her hot dog suit really wasn’t helping the matter.

-CLINK-

It was more like plassteel meeting steel but the two clashing weapons still made a lovely sound and as expected, her strike was blocked, her mace meeting the head of the axe. Fortunately for her the teeth were far too close together and the head of her weapon far too big to get caught, but the beauty of the two weapons colliding came from the fact she had turned the shock settings on and to the second level of intensity, prior to making her strike at him.

Electricity plus a near if not entirely metallic weapon? Think about it.

The collision still pushed her hand right back at her, over her left shoulder. Ryke held fast to her weapon as she was thrust into a well timed backstep. The other axe would have come threateningly close but barely out of reach now, she quickly angled her blade wielding arm downwards to just catch the kiss of the other axe off the side of the machete with a distinct scraping sound and a taunting golden spark or two.

Where the hell did he get two of those things anyway?!

Man, that was just plain overkill, and the bounty hunter took a quick glance over to the right. Oh hey. The DJ's booth was a few steps away and with a stupid grin on her face, Ryke made a mad dash straight for it, a move that probably had a good chance at confusing her opponent, if only for a brief moment or two to figure out what the hell she was doing running away so suddenly. The DJ himself, not quite knowing what to make of the woman jumping into the booth with him stumbled out and off to the sidelines in a bit of a panic.

"SORRY 'BOUT THAT! NEED TO BORROW YER STUFF FOR A BIT!" Surely she was nuts, grinning and chuckling like a fool, but she was bound and determined to make this s**t fun and have a good time. Chainaxes be damned!

-VWOOSH-

"HEY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LISTENED TO THIS s**t!

-VWOOSH-

"OR THIS!

Yes, Ryke was now hurling records at the cyberpunk, just a little instigating before rifling through the rest. She really had no idea if she was rifling through classic and priceless titles or new-age crap, nor had she any clue what kinda buttons and switches she was fooling around with before scrambling to put down a randomly chosen record to be played.

...

SERIOUSLY?

"Oh. Oh this is FANTASTIC. WHAT KINDA PLACE YOU RUNNIN' HERE?"

"STOP STARING AT HER YOU ****** a! I MADE THIS TEAM FOR FIGHTING, NOT DRAMATIC PAUSES AND STARING CONTESTS."

RRroooowwwww fitfit!

Ash huffed an puffed at Dzan from the sidelines and then quickly looked to Ryke while pointed to the Shakespeare Suess.

"GIT 'EM. GIIIITTT 'EEEEEM"

The bubblegum clearly had entered from her eyes and onto her brain. Hopping over to Izzy, Asherah leaped onto her back and hung onto her. A piggyback on a hotdog!

"HIIIIIT... HIIIIIIIT...."

BZZT!

SCREEEEEEEEEECH!

"Welcome to 1200 Christian Gospel AM! Next up we wish to bring YOU, the God fearing humans that you are, Enya - Silent Night."

+++As he continued forward a vinyl hit him square in the forehead shattering and causing him to stumble. Blood flew out everywhere as it cut him up pretty good. Small little bits and pieces of vinyl stuck out of his forehead as he had to pivot on his feet to turn direction and begin to move again...And then a turntable was thrown and a chain axe met it in the air. Well, it was still within the cyberpunk's grasp.

+++The force of the impact and the chainweapon sheering through the turntable yanked the chain axe from his grip. The actual think breaking apart. He knew he shouldn't have rushed those gakkers into making it for him. Yet, it didn't matter as he continued to charge towards Ryke. His eyes full of hatred. The b***h was just running!

+++"GAKKIN' ATTACK ME YOU PISS ANT! YOU HAVE TO DEFEAT ME TO CONTINUE ON ANYWAY YOU FRAGGER!"

B.D. Hadn't been to TRC since her initial visit, her employers had kept a watchful eye on her since she last wandered off. But with all the excitement over some tournament they were a) Distracted and b) the emotions of excitement and anticipation had caught the cyber punk's attention. It was EVERYWHERE, how could she not pick up on the buzz that surrounded it? People in the streets-- civilians and strangers... everyone seemed to be talking. And then on her last mission, someone had dropped the magick words. That some kind of special match was being held at the club she had visited so many weeks ago.

'Maybe eyepatch'll be here again'

She wondered as her pale hand tugged on the door and she half fell over the threshold. Her big buckled b***h boots clanked, but the sound was swallowed by the music and by sounds of a fight being played over the speakers.

Somewhat oblivious as to the unusual atmosphere the club was boasting today, she headed straight for the bar and the goodies she could count on finding there.

'AH! BLUE!'

'I know that voice.'

Cyberfalls whipped around her face as she looked every which way. And then she saw it. All across the monitors of a whole line of TV's was Izzete, flailing on the floor, rolling in a hot dog and behind her, that redhead named Mike?

'No that's not it... uuhh...'

"RYKE!"

She didn't know who the rest were, but the guy with all the tats and piercings, looked like a porcupine with all the vinyls spikies stickin' outta' his face.

o_O;;

"... Uhh.. Umm.. Message? There was a message? What message? EYEPATCH IS THAT YOU?!!"

Several of the TV screens were still focused on Ryke, but one was displaying Izette, screaming down the stairs. Her face HUEG as she screamed into the hidden camera.

And B.D. Not even knowing there WERE stairs, since they were hidden behind a wall of armed guards... Was standing with her feet apart in a grounded stance, leaning forward slightly and yelling back at Izzy. Or rather Izzy's face... on the TV.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!"

-WHACK-

Oh the hilarity! The record smacked the cyberpunk right in the face, splitting the skin and leaving little spikey bits of vinyl to poke out of his head like some kinda porcupine and Ryke practically died from the hilarity, or at least until the sounds of feedback made the bounty hunter flinch and twitch visibly, fingers moving to her ears in a quick instinctual reaction.

SONOFA-

Woah woah wait a second, what the crap was that playing over the speakers now? The red-head made a very questionable face until the cyberpunk destroyed the turntable with one of the axes, but losing the weapon in the process much to her excitement.

One down and one more to go!

"WHATS GOT YOUR PANTIES ALL IN A BUNCH AH? QUIT YER BITCHING AND GET YOUR a** OVER HERE ALREADY! GEEZ!" A little taunting never hurt anyone!

She pulled her weapons back out and hunkered down just as the cyberpunk started charging her, using her left, machete hand as a guard while she swung in very quickly with the shock maul from her right, looking to bludgeon the beasting punk right in the leg. Did I mention she cranked the shock setting to high prior to the swing?

Sweet jesus.

From this level she noticed all sorts of potential weapons, wires, bits of broken vinyl, and best of all? Discarded bottles. Guess Dzan cheaped out on the janitorial part of owing his own place. Lucky for her though! She'd worry about those later, right now, she was busy satiating the grumpy punk and all his bellyaching about not attacking.

He asked for it!

What a tricky one he was, twisting on his other leg like that and narrowly avoiding getting struck in the leg with the weapon. That was disappointing, and what's worse, that damn chainaxe came swooping down, buzzing, screeching and sending sparks a flyin' as the teeth of the axe sliced clean through the steel band, and the leather glove of her bracer right through to the hand itself, skin breaking but just scraping through to bone and not enough to really hinder the use of her hand.

Ahhshit! She hissed and strung together a number of curses "FFFF-pissing hell!"

Had the axe cut any deeper or she had not been wearing her bracers, that s**t would have hurt far worse and there might not have been any saving grace regarding her arm but as it stood her hand continued through with its swing, coming back to her and giving her the opportunity to quickly push herself back up to standing and swing at the cyberpunk again, this time with a nice back hand SMACK right across the face with the shock maul. The swing wasn't backed by as much power had she not taken the axe to the arm but the effect was all the same.

Or at least hopefully.

But regardless, even if Dzan somehow managed to avoid getting bitchslapped in the worst way possible, her left hand was free to follow up with anything all depending on how he moved, her machete still in hand and serving as a guard.

WHACK

Seems the cyberpunk was quick on his feet, and a glutton for punishment as he kept in close to the bounty hunter, getting clocked in the head by her elbow in the process, a strike that was apparently strong enough to send him stumbling around a bit.

Unfortunately for Dzan though, Ryke wasn't about to stand there and let him stumble and regain his footing just like that. Hell, no one in their right minds would!

Matter of fact, stumbling forwards like he did worked in her favor and the bounty hunter grabbed and pulled on the hiver punk by his pants waist or belt and used his already forward moving momentum to send him crashing head first right into the DJ booth table. Considering Dzan's size, and the fact he was already stumbling, this really wouldn't be too hard to pull off. Now, because she leaned in to grab, and the ganger was trying to cut her with a broken bottle, the jagged pieces of glass were gonna have a real hard time cutting through the material of her jacket and even if, the most he could get was some lovely new gashes that had a high chance of scarring.

So anyway, further impact against the table could easily elicit more static and more feedback before yet another change in the music.

This was just getting ridiculous. Wasn't this supposed to be a rave club?!

"What the hell man??"

-RIIIP-

The jagged edges of broken glass sheered through the material of her cargo pants and grated wonderfully against the skin of her thigh, wonderfully in the most sarcastic meaning of course, eliciting more cursing and whispered promises to get back at the ganger for it later.

Any intelligent person was not going to wait around and watch Dzan crash into the DJ's booth, no matter how funny it was. Instead, Ryke was already looking around for something to potentially trip the ganger with, knowing he was just going to get right back up on his feet and come stomping back at her like an angry zoo animal.

And what did she find on the floor?

Izzy's hotdog suit The broken turntable of course, the bounty hunter didn't think twice about stooping down, grabbing it up in all it's disgusting'ness bottle caps, dirt, gaia knows what else falling off of it, standing, sliding and turning her body enough to avoid the oncoming HAETTRAIN cyberpunk and swing, hoping to crack him in the back of the head as he charged passed.

"Is that all ya can do? Swing your damn axe around like an idiot?!"

HERE'S JOHN---THUD!

+++Dzan was charging straight back at the woman, but then he fell. Tripped by a Throne-damned whip. Though, luckily, it meant he missed being clobbered into the side of the head as he went down. As he fell he twisted so he'd land on his back instead of on his stomach. It was the safest place to be. He could still see.

+++Yet, he grinned as the stupid woman came in close to him...Seriously, chain axe. Either way the woman would try to cut his Achilles tendon, and sure he'd let her cut something...Just not there as he'd sit straight up, grab her by the front of her top and drag her close. She'd cut the st out of his thigh, but as she dragged those nice little pointy things across that meaty part of his body that chain axe would slam into her side and begin to chew through her upper body. Armor be damned against the ferocity that he'd do this. That sneakin' up st pissed the Cyberpunk the gak off. Though, it kinda left him open to Ryke the dyke, but who knew, maybe he had something in store for her if she tried to save her little friend.

Laws of Anime

Law 34 - Law of Probable Attire

Clothing in anime follows certain predictable guidelines.

Female characters wear as little clothing as possible, regardless of whether it is socially or meteorologically appropriate. Any female with an excessive amount of clothing will invariably have her clothes ripped to shreds or torn off somehow. If there is no opportunity to tear off the afore-mentioned female's clothes, then she will inexplicably take a shower for no apparent reason (also known as the Gratuitous Shower Scene).

"Izzy... Am.. am I going to make it?"

Asherah's eyes twinkled in the rave clubs lights dramatically. The hand that was waving down the medics, now gently couched the pirate punker's cheek.

"Izzy." She gasped as the medical team arrived. "Izzy.. I..."

Gingerly hefting the woman up, the medics placed her on a stretcher and began to walk away.

"I love you..."

The team took a sharp, quick turn to head to the entrance. And Asherah, not being able to move because of the pain, flopped out and fell on her tummy.

"AAAUGGHH!"

Picking her back up, the team sprinted out the door.

She wouldn't be seen by her team until later.

+++Dzan was still yanking the woman towards him when Ryke started her own sneak attack. Gakkers just gangin' up on him huh. Though, the Emperor Chaos Gods favored him for something or other as the shirt broke. His whole body falling back due to him holding himself up basically by that action.

+++Yet, due to him swinging the axe his body also twisted and the shockmaul missed by mere centimeters. The electrical current on it sparking and burning face as it missed before it slammed down into his collar bone. The current rushing through his body and shocking the hell out of him. The force behind it buckling the breastplate and shattering the collar bone itself. Though, through gritted teeth he remained upright as the sais shattered into his thigh. Oh, he was being beaten up alright and it made the daemon swell within him. The fire building throughout his body as it blocked out the worse pain as the favored entity of Khorne rushed to keep him still fighting. Even go as far as not letting his body shut down from the amazing electrical current that went through him.

+++"FRAG YOU!" He shouted through those gritted teeth as he literally rolled away from everything. He didn't want to be in close quarters while he was on the ground. From there he'd slowly get up and glare at the woman. Well, if she let that happen. He was bleeding from his leg, his left arm hung limp at his side from the shattered collar bone and his body visibly shook from the leftover electrical current flowing through his body.

IT WAS A MEXICAN STAND OFF!

And at that moment the music decided to change.

"Welcome to International Hardcore. Next up we bring you Saydie's Damien."

+++His eyes burned like molten metal as she helped him stand up. A small smirk growing upon his face. It was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud as she basically helped him get back up close to him. Sure, he'd take that nice little punch coming straight at him, but at the same time he was going to deal out something worse.

CRACK!

+++Her fist slammed into his face, but it didn't deter him. While she was twisting her body and fully committing to the attack as he stood. His leg shot out into a push style kick, but no it wasn't no ordinary kick. It kicked out with all the power he could manage, seeing as how it wasn't the one with the shards of sais in it that'd be a lot of damn power. It would move quickly as it would crash into her knee. Yes, he was aiming to break that weak joint. And with her already being committed and staring at his face in an attempt to make it concave. It'd be very likely that somewhere in this whole mess it'd break. Maybe not shatter but enough to where walking period would be a b***h.

The medics took Ash away within moments, and Izette was standing all alone at that point. She was getting rather scared now considering that Ryke was still charging on through this fight like there was no tomorrow. But she was worried, if Dzan was able to pull that sort of damage on Ash, what was going to happen to Ryke? And more importantly, where was that going to leave her if Ryke did take damages?

The thought made her stomach quench rather tightly. A sick disgusting feeling that made her almost want to vomit everywhere.

Izette needed a smoke.

Or maybe even a large hot dog.

Maybe even a hot dog covered in cigarettes.

Yeah, that sounded rather gross, but Izette wasn’t really thinking straight. She was in a panicked mode. This punker was used to people leaving, hell she was even used to people dying on her. But, these were the closest things she had to friends. She to be honest she didn’t have very many.

She didn’t cry though.

She refused too.

Instead, she remained quiet and standing still.

Lady Sierra Wrote:

"OI DUCKIE! COME N'GET IT!"

Oh yeah!

She had forgotten that she had been talking with the mysterious voice from the depths below. But what was she coming to get, and more importantly, why was she wearing her duck costume still? It was drenched in the blood that had been leaking out of Blue.

It felt metallic and sticky. And she was pretty sure it would have a gross chicken flavour like it did when she made some serious damages on Bendy.

Disgusting.

Without a word, she removed the ridiculous bloodstained attire to reveal a normal set of attire left. It was what she normally wore, comfy, sleek, and provided an easier access to her smokes. Without a word, Izette placed the smoke in her mouth. Her hands were a little shaky as she reached for her lighter and lit her smoke up.

Inhale….

Exhale…

She needed to get out of here.

Izette really didn’t feel like witnessing Zandra become a sliced piece of meat. That would drive her further into insanity, which was a scary thought considering that Izette was already partially there.

“Okay! I’m coming!” Izette made her way over to the stairs to see that BD was standing there with the best thing ever. Rum. A smile quickly formed on her lips as the smoke hung out of the corner of her mouth.

“Rag Doll!” The punker squeaked a little as though to be excited of sorts, as she talked though, Izette couldn’t help keep her eye off of Ryke. Jesus, it was terrifying to see. And what was even worse was the punker’s mind kept running to worse case scenarios. Izette could feel herself wanting to jump into the ring and be a meat shield for Ryke. However, she knew she would NEVER allow that.

“…Come on up, Rag Doll. I gotta be here for my team.” Sure, that was a good enough excuse to use, after all…Izette would totally pretend that she wasn’t worried about Zandy afterwards. Cause being worried was for pussies…just like doors and bottle openers.

+++Dzan grinned as he fell...Only to slam his head straight into her nose before she'd be able to roll or anything. From there it went to him trying to bite the s**t out of her. Not just. "Oh hey, that's kinky sex" type biting. No, full on "I'm going to eat you" style biting. Though that wasn't all as he'd growl in pain as his left arm was jostled and it sent wave after waves of pain into him.

+++As they rolled on the floor his right arm would c**k back and go for the punch. That was the metallic arm covered in synthskin. That thing would pack a bite as it would slam towards her kidney areas. Not one, not twice, but multiple times. Dzan was now fighting tooth and claw against the person before him. It was probably a good thing that that arm had fake nails and they wouldn't be able to really claw into anything, right?

Suffice to say, he lost that chain axe somewhere in this whole ordeal.

+++Dzan was still there all up in her grill and she would try to knee him in the nuts, but it wasn't going to happen. Nope. Dzan knew how to protect from that from a few too many brawls. He was on top and thus his knee would be angled more across her own legs. Sure they'd come up and be stopped as the knee gave way a little bit. Which overbalanced him.

+++Still it didn't matter as he was moved forwards some. The move ruining the aim of the stab with the vinyl. It cut him across the cheek leaving a nice long furrow. Good thing it didn't ruin that beautiful tattoo underneath the eye! Either way his arm cocked back and rocketed forward to try and slam straight into hey eye. Though, this was the easiest thing to dodge in the world.

“I did.” Izette stuck out her tongue after removing her cigarette from her lips. Quietly she ripped off of the bottle cap and began to chug it as though her life depended on it.

Oh dear…

Lady Sierra Wrote:

"So uh... What's going on? What's with Goggles and Porcupine?"

That was a very good question!

Except Izette really didn’t feel like answering it. Instead she continued to chug the bottle, it burned and made Izette wanna puke slightly. But she kept drinking as though to try and calm her nerves. Although it seemed as though she was going to drown herself at this rate.

Finally about half way down the bottle, Izette took a breath of fresh air and coughed. That was the stuff!

“Oh, those two…” Finally an answer was coming Izette’s way.

“I have no idea.” Okay, maybe not.

And with that answer Izette hopped up on the adjacent table and took another drag of her cigarette. She was kindof hoping that with the amount that she drank, her mouth would set on fire.

Damn, what a disappointment.