Sewer Rumble

[ Street Above ]

With his crowbar from last year in hand, Chance descended into the deep, dark, dank hole that was the arena. He stole occasional downward glimpses, noting that while the spectators were absent from the scene, so were the contestants. With his in mind, he lightened his load and dropped the crowbar he could use both hands to descend.

CLANK

TINK

PING

SPLOSH!

After banging against the concrete wall, it sunk into the shin high sewage below. After some time, he reached the bottom.

Squish His Converse absorbed the murky water. He looked down with disgust, lifting his foot. "Eww..." He rolled his right sleeve and reached for the crowbar, clutching it tight. After splashing around a bit in the dim light, Chance made the short trek towards an adjacent hole to his right, also dimly lit. He leaned against the wall, waiting for someone to come forward.

[ Crowbar: In Hand ]

The day had started much earlier for Valentine than it had for of the other competitors. He had things to prepare for the fight that was going to happen. See, he knew the types of plans his captain had for the tournament. Plus, he knew that b*****d was going to be an attention whore, and take all the good spotlight. That of course, was not acceptable by any means. Every plan that man had, Valentine had to do it 10x better. So, while Dash was standing out there in his pose with the GHETTO BLASTER, Valentine was still coming.

Valentine would speed around the corner on his orange TMNT skateboard. "KOWABUNGA! OH ********!" As Valentine would be swerving down the sewer way he would hit a pipe, coming crashing down. Luckily for Valentine though, his tailbone broke his fall. Slowly rising back to his feet, he would massage his sore tailbone, before striking a pose. Until, he noticed he wasn't directly under a light. Without a second's hesitation he would go shove Dash out of the way to strike his own pose. Now, the man was able to show off all of his glorious hardwork off for them to see. Oh yes, he had come well prepared for his sewer match.

Valentine fell on his a**, gasping for air. Holy hell was it hot in this costume, and cramped rooming didn't help at all. Well, now was as good a time as any to take it off, because he definitely wasn't going to be able to fight like this. He'd rip away at the different parts of the costume, slowly revealing the true Valentine. Underneath his ninja turtle get up Valentine wore another costume*, except this was war far more comfortable for the subject at hand. Now, it was back to more waiting.

*Outfit on the left

[ Small Tunnel ]

Myriad sounds and loud music drew his attention to the tunnel beside him. What was once a dark and dismal grimy tunnel, now turned to be a brightly lit hallway that led to the main area. Seemed he was one man hole off...

He quickly entered the tunnel and made his way to the main area.

A woman arrived? What the hell? No one told him there were females on the other team. Oh well, lucky for Val he'd dressed as the character with the most fangirls. He was guaranteed to get laid after the match. Oh yea, this was gonna be good. "Dash, get off your a and get some better lights!" Hmmm, with him taking care of the lights part, all Val had to do was kick some guy's a and make sure to look drop dead sexy while he was doin' it.

Valentine looked around the straight and narrow tunnel and saw one guy. Some dude trying to be a badass. What better than to kick the cool guy's a** to make him look even cooler right? "Hey Mr.Cool guy! You and me gonna throw down!" Turning his head to look at the woman who had just recently arrived he would flash her a smile, and blow her a kiss. "This is for you, sweetcheeks. Now, come on! Let's see what ya got!"

Did the guy notice Val was talking to him? Val didn't know, didn't really care either. It was all going down the same in here. He would begin to walk over to him, increasing in speed with every passing moment until achieving a mild run. His right fist would c**k back as he quickly progressed. Almost...almost...almost...

1/17

.: Edited to add post number :.

Dash returned no response. Was the captain ignoring his teammate, or had he simply not heard him? With all the awesomeness spewing from the repo’d ghetto blaster hoisted over his shoulder, it was difficult to be sure. The location of the opposing team, however, did capture his attention.

Lowering the volume on his stereo, the captain made his way towards the same pipe Hoskuo bolted off to seconds earlier.

How nice of him to volunteer.

In spite the excitement he’d shown during his team’s dramatic entrance, Dash personally wasn’t in any hurry to engage in battle. He didn’t care for these Cannon Fodder scrubs and if his team could crush them without him having to do anything, he’d be grateful.

Allright Hoskuo… Let’s see what you’ve got.

Once he located an area with a suitable view of the impending battle, Dash rested the hilariously oversized boom box onto the ground and took a seat. The massive thing easily supported his weight.

+++HUZZAH! Victory was Valentine's, he got to fight first! Take that all you hasty non-believer type people. Now, not once did it occur to Valentine that his opponent had a weapon. Sure, he'd noticed something in the distance, but it wasn't something he'd really paid attention too. That was until his opponent shifted into a more suitable stance. Not only was it a sword, it was one of them big type thingers. Ya know the ones that them not Japanese folks use. Whatever the name for it was, it was going to ****** hurt if he took it. So, Valentine decided that he was going to get in there before his opponent had a chance to go Nightmare on his a. Speeding up his run considerably it would take very little time for him to reach the 5' range. Movement wasn't that hard to notice when everything was for the most part still. His opponent for example was mostly still, so noticing him beginning to move to swing his weapon wasn't hard. Now, The King was placed on an even shorter time restraint. He had to make it in range fast, which meant with everything he could he sped up to get close enough for his own range to be available. Luckily, he had a little help in this department with the slight dip that his opponent's weapon made from being wielded with only one hand.

+++It didn't take much for Valentine to place himself within striking range from where he was. Once inside of said striking range, the fist Valentine had cocked back before in preparation for an attack would be launched. Valentine continued to pressure into the man even as his attack was being launched. Yes, it would weaken the blow. However, by placing himself even closer in his opponent's personal space it would force his opponent's arm to crash into Valentine's side. Obviously, he would much rather take the arm to his side, instead of a blade.

2/17

.: Edited for number...again. :.

DeSeer damn, this guy was quick! The Devil didn't get a good look at this jack-off's stature, but the way his speed increased in the time it took him to prepare his attack quite frankly astonished him. Under that stupid get-up, he must have been built like a stripper sprinter! No matter how much strength and umph the Devil put into his one-handed swing, he would not be greeted by the sight of blood-shed just yet. All he got instead was a six-foot-somethin' jack-off ontop of his little five-foot-eight self. And damn it all to hell, there was a fist coming at him. Grunting and shutting his deep set garnet eyes, the Devil grunted and turned his head away on instinct as those massive knuckles knocked him right up side the head. There was something about a punch that severely rubbed this sociopath off. I mean, it rattled his brain, made his vision flicker for a few cut-throat moments, and was generally annoying to receive. Hell, he'd rather get cut or thrown or even hit with a blunt object in the body.

...But getting a knuckle-sammich to the head? Damn, it just pissed him off more. Grunting savagely as his dome was rocked, the Devil would release Hræðilegr right then and there and opt for a different method of attacking. Dragging his left arm back and grabbing a hold of Val's shirt with his inverted (thumb pointing down) hand while his blade was dropped from behind the jack-off, the Devil would grab tightly before 'jingling' his Peskett CQC weapon out of his sleeve, the leather cord catching on his wrist as it slipped out. Oh yeah, the Devil was going to shank this guy. Flipping the catch and allowing the dagger to spring forth, the Devil would pull on the back of Val's shirt in a sharp jerk while sending the hidden dagger into his side in hopes of slipping the slender blade in between his ribs. If the strike connected, a follow-up would most certainly come. And another should the chance present itself.

2/17

OH YEA! Valentine landed the hit, that was full of WIN. However, one punch that probably didn't even do all that much to him. That was unless, ya know Roen was a b*h, but that couldn't be the case. How could he be a b*h and make in HoH? Yea, so with that in mind he knew that the man was still going to be able to take a lot more punishment. Keeping this in mind the far from careful Val had decided that he was going to keep attacking. This of course was decided before the punch actually hit, as he intended to keep pressuring into Roen.

Valentine would use his left to continue bringing the pain. Sure, his punches may not be as strong as that n***a from Green Mile, but he damn sure knew that they had to hurt. After his right had connected stunning his opponent if only for a second he would bring his left fist around go crashing into his opponent's face. As his fist was launched for the man's face, he heard something. No doubt it was something metallic falling, Val of course paid it no mind. Sure, it probably would have been smarter to see what it was, but that risked time.

.: If he decides to continue grabbing at Valentine :.

The man's hand would latch onto Valentine's right shoulder. Well, that was inconvenient. Did the man plan on grappling him? That would be a terrible thing to have happen. Yet, there wasn't anytime to worry about it. Assuming his left hit, the next move Valentine made would have him push even closer into Roen's personal space. Val would bring up his right knee, with hopes of it colliding into Roen's torso.

3/17

Thud.

Skin and muscle was rented open as the slender blade of the Peskett CQC weapon slipped in between Val's ribs in a neat albeit not-so-precise thrust. Unfortunately, that was right about the time the Devil felt another set of knuckles ram into his head again. And s**t, Val was strong. An unchecked (hook? straight?) was brutalizing, especially coming from a man of Val's stature and build. The Devil's cocked head saved the full measure of his face from the attack, but it would be a sure bet to assume that from these last two blows, the Devil was going to need several ice-packs to keep the swelling at bay. Still, that did not deter him from what needed to be done. Wrenching the blade of his Peskett weapon out from Val's body as awkwardly as possible to maximize the damage done as well as pain, he would make quick work about the task of sinking it right back into his body. Hell, why not twist the blade too?

Remember when I said I would shank you a third time, if the chance presented itself? I LIED! The chance presented itself, but the Devil didn't take advantage of it. Why? Because he was too busy getting a knee rammed into his ribs. The padded riveted links of mail in his great-coat pushed greedily into his side and forced him to reel away, pulling his knife viciously from Val's side before backing off completely, ultimately releasing the man. Groaning, the Devil's torso dipped and he absently rubbed his side, grimacing in pain. Flashback: The edge of his desk being in the way when Caelan threw him across the Alibi. Don't you just hate it when you have a love/hate relationship with a woman?

Furrowing his eyebrows and steeling himself to get a measure of composure, the Devil smirked at Val and flipped the catch of his Peskett weapon once more before pushing its tip into his side. Without much resistance, the once-hidden dagger slipped into its housing once more before he finally divested the weapon in entirety within his sleeve once more. Was that it? Was the match over? The Devil certainly hoped so. He hadn't met a single soul alive that could put up a decent fight after having a dagger slipped between their ribs. Still, this was HoH - anything was possible. Lowering his left hand down and grabbing the hilt of Nigeralo on his hip, the Devil waited for Val's decision. Keep going? Admit defeat and send another jack-off to the grinder? It didn't matter. More blood for the Bloody Seer either way.

3/17

Oh man, that had to hurt. Poor Val got the ol' prison treatment from the b***d. What was even worse that it happened twice! Not that there was anything he could do about it now. He'd be shanked all nice and deep like. Valentine didn't even know how he managed to pull off a knee after been stabbed. Roen was fast, and strong at that. It wasn't hard to tell that the man wasn't human now. Once the man had gotten up off his nuts, Valentine would fall to one knee. His left would be clinching his side. It looked like he was going to have to keep that arm there to at least try to slow down the bleeding. Ah man, what the **** am I gonna do now? To keep fighting would be a pain in the a, but he couldn't just lose. There was no way he could just give up because he got stabbed. Not that he had a choice though.

Wearily the man would slowly raise up to a standing position. "AH!" It hurt even more than he'd thought it would when he moved. "Heheheheh, damn I knew I shoulda kept on the Ninja Turtle outfit..." Valentine would give a small chuckle wincing afterward. "...Ah st, I can't kick your a like this. Well, not enough for you to learn a lesson. Sorry sweetcheeks, looks like you're gonna have to wait a while to get a taste of this."

Valentine laughed at his captain's comment's as he made his way back to him. "Damn, this is just like the show. Sasuke always gets his a beat, then comes back like all strong and st. n*a is like a super saiyan. You better whoop a, I'll be damned if we lose another fight." Valentine would pretty much collapse and he leaned against the side of the tunnel.

Chest rising and falling with the dramatic motions of one who breathed in deep and released, the Devil funneled the proverbial smog of rage out of his lungs before relaxing and releasing the tension in his limbs. An achey face, a throbbing side, not too shabby for the first round of Team Cannon Fodder. Lifting his right hand and examining it, he couldn't hold back a smirk. Blood spilled in the Bloody Seer's name - he could only imagine the kind of boons he would receive from his patron Goddess upon his return to the mansion. Cocking his head and looking in Bellanox's direction, the Devil would give a mirth-filled laugh at the friendly jabs to his shanking skills. " Well aren't you an inquisitive one, Bella. " Dropping his hand and wiping Val's blood on his great-coat, the Devil would slip his hand into his pocket. Hmphing with an exaggerated smile, he would then turn around to look towards Dash as he rose up from his boombox and said words along the lines of giving Val a lesson in fighting.

How sweet. Stepping forward and walking along the length of the fallen Hræðilegr, it wasn't too long until his hands found its leather-bound handle to drag it up and off the dirty sewer floor. Hefting that massive blade up and placing the flat of it upon his shoulder, he would turn about and look upon Dash once again. " Mmm.. " A deep rumble of discontent emanated from within his chest. Turning away and looking towards the rest of his present team, he would chew on the inside of his mouth and pucker his lips - apparently in thought.

Moments would pass until he finally removed the World Splitter from his shoulder, the blade impacting the ground with a solid ring as he notched it. " Well I don't want to hog all the fun. Do any of you want a crack at ALL, or should I just keep going until one of them busts my head open? "

Val watched the eager kid's display with a bit of anger. How he would have loved to take that fight. Not that he could, what a bummer. Which reminded him he had to get the hell outta here before he ended up unable to fight in the next round either. Luckily for him, throughout the sewers there was the emergency staff to help patch him up. Nothing that would be all that permanent, but it should be able to hold until Fox and Dash whooped the s**t outta Dracula and Sugartits over there. "I'll be back." Valentine would struggle to an upright position heading in the direction from which he came slowly fading into the darkness.

Hoisting the silent ghetto blaster over his right shoulder, Dash hopped from mouth of the sewer tunnel. His sandaled feet splashed into the shallow waters below, soaking him up to his shins. He heard shouting, but paid no mind to it. A rusted length of pipe running along the wall currently had his attention.

That’s the second time this has happened.

Dash should have been angry with his scrub teammate for losing so horribly, but he wasn’t. What truly upset the man was the fact that this was the second time in two bouts that his opponent has used lethal force during a supposedly non lethal tournament. Dash was no medical doctor, but he knew enough about anatomy to know that the rib cage served to protect vital organs from harm. To stab someone in-between the ribs was a clear attempt to damage these organs. What was Reon going for, the spleen? Maybe he just wanted to puncture a lung or the liver? A stab to the extremities would have been tolerable, but deliberately going for the center mass? Dash sighed as he understood the obvious pattern, here.

-FZZT-

A bright sliver of green energy leapt from the ground, coiling itself around Dash’s right leg.

THUNK!

That same right leg shot up, striking the center of the rusted pipe with enough force to blast it free from its rust-weakened couplings, it tumbled through the air with a dramatic ‘whooshing’ noise before landing firmly in Dash’s raised left hand. He looked the pipe over and even took a test swing. It was about 4 feet long and 3 inches in diameter. The thing was no samurai sword, but it’d have to do.

The captain strolled casually towards a nearby ladder, rusted pipe in his left hand, ghetto blaster on his right shoulder. Obviously he couldn’t climb the ladder while holding s**t in his hands, so he sat the stereo onto a thick pipe running from the wall and pressed the play button. As for the pole, he slipped it in between the harness that held his shield on his shoulder. Rung by rung, he scaled up 10 feet onto the catwalk that ran around the central, open area. Once at the top, Dash began walking towards another section of sewer tunnel. Before disappearing into the dimly lit passage, he paused to call over his shoulder:

“You comin, Dracula?”

The delay on the ghetto blaster passed, and his FITE MUSIK echoed throughout the subterranean battleground.

Queue epic narrator:

IN THE DEPTHS OF THIS LONG FORGOTTEN WARZONE, TWO SOULS PREPARE TO 1v1 WITH FATE… AND IT’S X-PERTZ ONLY!

Dash was waiting for Aden some 15 feet into the tunnel. This was no trap.

He stood at the ready, his dark eyes shooting daggers at his opponent.

In his right hand, he held the rusted pipe.

In his left hand, he held a kite shield. It was 2 feet across at its widest point, 3 feet long, and constructed of ceramic plating. More importantly, it was angry.

It was ALWAYS angry…

All the time…

His next words cut through the tension like a diamond katana through an automobile.

“You said something about being a vampire. I once had a dog named Maximus… he was killed when an 18 wheeler ran over him.”

Suddenly, Dash smacked the pipe into it his shield.

“The driver was a Vampire.”

Was he implying that Aden could have been the driver? Was this anecdote even based in reality? No one knew.

Dash wouldn’t let the guy answer, either. He’d be marching forward, shield and pipe raised and ready to whoop a**. Once inside of his swinging arc (a little beyond 5 feet) he’d test the waters with a simple poke from his pipe. The ends of the pipe weren’t sharp, so one couldn’t be sure what the hell Dash was trying to accomplish with the maneuver.

The jab was quick and aimed at Aden’s face. The shield was still held in a defensive position.

[17-17 Let’s start this scene!]

The captain grinned inwardly.

Sucker.

The little poke he performed did have a purpose, to bait a counter.

Dash’s attack was batted away with the sword in Aden’s right arm, meaning he had to reach across his own body to do some deflecting. So, Aden needed to move his own right arm out of the way before attacking with the metallic left. That’s a whole lotta moving, and Dash wasn’t going to just stand there twiddling his thumbs.

He stepped back as Aden stepped forward, maintaining their starting range and causing the metallic left hook to whiff completely.

My turn.

BOOM!

Dash stepped back into Aden. Whiffing with such a heavy punch was bound to carry with it a heavy recovery. Dash on the other hand, just had to step forward with his left foot and give Vamps here a face full of ANGERYSHIELD!

Would the shield bash to the face knock his opponent back or would he be blocked? Either way, Dash continued to push forward, keeping things up close and personal and making sure his shield was between himself and any tomfoolery Aden had planned afterwards.

[16-16 Hey, keep it clean!]

CLANG!

Dash shifted the shield up, causing Aden’s sword to slam into it. He’d continue moving forward, his angry shield leading the way.

There’d be no room to move, no room to bre-

The Crossed Fox Wrote:

"Eat this!"

DIRECT HIT!

Time to make it a COMBO!

Adens strike did exactly what he had wanted it to do, create distance between the two for a quick moment to follow up. Hell, Dash had made it even easier by deciding to charge up with his shield presented forward. His ANGRYSHIELD was about to get a serious dose of Happy, or something like that. That was when Aden cocked his arm back for a punch that Dash wouldn't soon forget. With all of the strength built up behind him, he got ready.

Dash came forward, nearly blind behind his shield by the looks of it. When he came within the proper striking distance, Aden let loose a taste of hell in a handbasket while leaning into Dashs direction.

"HERE!!!!", he yelled, striking his metal arm out against this shield of ANGER! >:{

"HAVE THE MAIN COURSE!!!!"

With the force behind this next punch, it'd be a miracle if the shield even made it out of this alive, let alone unscathed. Not only that, but one had to wonder what would happen to the man hiding behind the protective barrier. Whatever Dash had been planning to do with this, would no doubt suffer a painful detour with this little interruption. Sure, it seemed repetitive to strike like that again, but it was effective to say the least.

3/17

The metal fist was pressed hard against the PISSED OFF Shield. Its grin seemed to have turned even angrier after it had been dented in, and the pressing no doubt made it worse. Nothin' like a crudely drawn expression to lighten a young childs day. This lock wouldn't last too much longer though, for Aden had other plans for this shield baring opponent of his. He had come up with a plan so insane, so disgustingly raw that it just had to work.

"You're trippin'!", yelled Aden. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He didn't know either, he just remembered seeing it in one of those hippity-hop videos the kids watch now-a-days.

Aden brought up the pommel of his sabre, and slammed it hard into the shield, pressing with all of his might to keep Dash at bay. He'd only need to for a moment, so that he could move a grip atop of the ANGRYSHIELD. That was when he realized just how much strength was behind that shield. It wobbled with the resistance, and one could've swore that it would only take a few more moments. What was next though? One would undoubtedly ask. Well, Aden began putting pressure on the top of the shield, holding it down. There would be one of two outcomes to this situation, at least that Aden had seen.

A: The Shield of ANGRY would start to collapse in from its top end if it couldn't stand against the pressure the hand put down upon it, which would in turn expose Dash, or...

B: The Shield would be pressed down and out of the way, leaving Dash open for a strike above.

Hell, this arm alone could lift a maximum of 850lbs by itself, which meant that there was more than just a lotta strength and pressure being brought down on Dash. Eithe way you looked at it too, Aden just wanted to get that pestering shield out of the picture so he could strike the pommel down over Dash's head. Was that so much to ask?

4/17

Dash once again grinned inwardly. His opponent had both hands occupied with the shield versus Dash’s single arm. There was absolutely no point in Dash trying to keep the shield up and in the way; he just couldn’t overpower the guy. However, the moment Aden managed to reveal Dash’s head from behind the barrier he’d be met with a big surprise:

WHAM!

An iron pipe right between the eyes!

Dash thrust his weapon over the top of the shield like a spear, aiming to pop the Vampire one as his hands were both busy with the ANGERSHIELD,

Immediately afterwards, hopefully while the Vamp was stunned/phased from the blow Dash would force himself to his feet. He wouldn’t try to put distance between them anymore. He wanted to stay all up in his opponent’s fanged grill while still keeping the shield between himself and the metal arm. As an added bonus, be he’d be well within the range of Aden’s rapier, making it pretty damn hard for him to make use of the weapon outside of pommel bashing. Dash adjusted his grip on the pipe so that he now held it 3/4th up the shaft, shortening the weapon considerably so he could continue to smash it into Aden’s face from such close range.

“No… No… NO!”

Each and every blow was in the name of his fallen pet.

Dash would never forget Fluffy...

NEVER!

[13-13 FOR THE QUEEN!]

CLANG! BAM! BANSHEE SCREAMING! "TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!" WHAM! WHACK!

" Oh come on! " The Devil would announce all of the sudden as he pushed away from the wall of the sewer tunnel, obviously irate by the twist of his face and the edge in his voice. Judging by the echoes coming through this part of the tunnel, the damn vampire was having more fun in his fight than the Devil had in his. The glory-hound in him was most displeased. Looking towards the silent Bellanox Fatalis and Chance Silante, he would give a 'hmph' and scrunch his nose. " First round of the tournament, and I only get-- " Pausing, the Devil lifted his hand and jerked his arm, effectively forcing his sleeve back and thus revealing his fashionably pink light-red FIGHTER." --Ugh, twenty-five seconds to fight. " Raising his hand and running his nails across his scalp, the Devil sighed with discontent. " You, " he would begin, brandishing his hand at Bellanox with a negligent flick of the wrist. " Next time, remind me to leave the shank at home. " The first round of Heaven or Hell, and he was already bored.

Twisting his torso and grabbing Hræðilegr off the wall, the Devil was off. He was going to find Aden and Striker assist him regardless if he needed it or not.

Dash’s eyes widened in surprise as his pipe was grabbed and promptly crushed.

Sonuva-

A pommel then struck him across the cheek, cocking his head to the side and liberating one of Dash’s pearly whites from its gingival prison.

s**t, he’d just bought that tooth too! But this wasn't the worst of it, the Vamp's rapier also left it's mark across Dash's upper body, grazing his right pec and shoulder. Another fight, another scar.

If Aden wanted the rusted pipe, he could have it. Dash released the thing and reached behind his back, slipping his hand beneath his shirt.

Dash’s intro Wrote:

If one was perceptive enough, they could probably make out a rectangular bulge resting sideways along the small of his back.

Oh-Ho-Ho!!!

Aden really pissed off the Captain now. It looked like he had just pulled out a new weapon, since y'know, the rusted one sort of broke in Adens hand. Nunchucks weren't exactly going to be his best friends right now either, though. He had to even the playing field to what it had been before, something that'd give him an edge in this fight. something big, fierce, and RAW.

WHACK!

Another straight shot across Adens face. He tasted the blood, felt tooth chips on his tongue. Hell, the ringing even set in again. But he'd try his best to play it off as a badass, and just smile at the hit before stabbing the sabre forward. Hopefully, it'd create some sort of distance between the two.

The was when he outstretched his left arm, grinned and pointed the sabre out, saying in his own eerie tone,

"If that's how you want it then."

That grin turned to a bloodthirsty smile, baring his vampiric teeth for all to see. Shiny.

Now if no one was paying attention to that devilish smile of his, they'd notice his left arm growing, twisting and turning. The metal grinded against itself, shaping into a large ball at the end and molding its ends into different figures and such. What the hell was going on? Hell, even his sleeve began to rip at the seams, and bulge outwards with the ever filling crevice that was his sleeve. Dash had an opening though, that much was certain, but did he have any sort of plan in mind?

6/17

Morph Active (Post 1/1)

WOOSH!

Dash hopped backwards and a little to his left, avoiding the stab while putting some distance between them. He continued to backpedal for a few more steps afterwards. Aden’s tactic had succeeded.

Noting the Vamp’s grin, Dash returned a bloodied smile of his own complete with the gap left by his missing tooth. This was shaping up to be an interesting match; he didn’t expect he’d have to whip out the Black Panther on this scrub.

The captain caught a glimpse of his opponent’s metallic arm. That damn thing had dented up his shield and caused him much grief during the brief duration of their bout. Now it seemed to be morphing.

The Crossed Fox Wrote:

That was when he outstretched his left arm, grinned and pointed the sabre out, saying in his own eerie tone,

"If that's how you want it then."

Dash narrowed his eyes as the star-crossed foes continued to stare down one another. If this were one of those crazy Japanese art books that hammer-boy always read, an interior monologue would be showing. The captain did not want to be left off the bandwagon so:

Okay… maybe Dash wasn’t good at this sort of thing.

At home, the viewers were still frozen in anticipation. How long would these two fighting prodigies stay poised like this? The answer lay in a leaking valve, which shed a single droplet of water.

-Plop-

Go time!

The Crossed Fox Wrote:

-he ran up with a cocked back GIANT FIST, closing the fifteen foot gap with relative ease, and sent the meteor of a fist forward with the force of a thousand moons.

"YEEEAGH!"

Dash never broke his stride.

His kick was successful, but it came at a price. Striking Aden’s metal fist with his own left hand was NOT what Dash wanted to do. If someone had one of those fancy X-ray glasses, they could see numerous hairline fractures form along the length of the man’s arm.

It could have been worse, much worse. Dash’s aura being concentrated around his left arm at the time was all that saved the man from having it completely pulverized. None the less, he’d have to complete the rest of this battle in serious pain and with limited use of said arm.

However, Dash was determined. The adrenaline was pumping and his aura, flowing. He had yet achieved what he set out to do.

Someone was going to fly out of that pipe!

During the FALCON KICK, the blast had caused Aden to overshoot the Angershield on the ground. Friction was starting to take its toll and slow the shield’s movement but:

Dash never broke his stride.

He hopped up, landed on the shield, and caused it to accelerate with renewed vigor.

It was time for some surfing, sewer surfing, SHIELD SURFING!

The Crossed Fox Wrote:

"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!?"

He yelled, his words reverberating down the dark pipe. Aden then took a knee into the sewer water. He had a plan.

From the shadows something green and scaly with bits of orange had been watching the last few seconds of Dash vs Cross, the shield surfing into the Ollie of death. It was wicked cool and the spectular without knowing so shouted a roar filled

"COWABUNGA!"

...who was this hidden stranger? Well no one knew...well until the noisy camera shined the camera light on him....

[Chance] Wrote:

"I can help you work up a sweat."

It was more the sound of Chances voice than the the touch of his hand that brought Nox to a stop. Dead in her tracks, she halted in the tunnel, her head tilting downward and slightly to the side while hues of creamy jade framed by tinted purple lashes dropped to the sight of a mans hand upon her shoulder. This was her team mate, she pointedly reminded herself. That, coupled with the fact that she had already received a yellow card for ramming a jeweled hair stick through KB's temple for using his Vampiric powers to force an intimate embrace and a kiss upon her lips made her pause.

Under the same circumstances in any other place but the HoH tournament, she would have immediately grabbed him by the wrist and attempted to flip him over her shoulder, then stomped upon his chest with her steel shod boot heel once he was on the ground. But she did not. Hell... If HoH officials would yellow card her for defending her virtue, who knew what kind of violation she would receive for maiming her own team mate.

Lifting her eyes to regard his face, she let her lips curl into the kind of frosty half smile that would make any normal man's blood run cold. Nox had to admit privately that he was quite the pretty man. But appearances had never mattered much to the tall Carpathian before. Nor did they now. And seeing as she'd not had a chance to fight, her unsettling tendency to become intensely aroused by physical confrontation and other forms of adrenaline producing excitement had not yet softened her will. Thus the playful lecherous tone of his voice was lost on the often less than social Gypsy.

"If you want to keep that hand, I suggest you remove it from my person, friend." She warned, her heavily accented voice coming in chillingly quiet tones. "Before I forget that you and I are on the same team and remove the hand myself."

To the rescue:

Fox was kind of listening to all that shouting. Curiously, things got louder.

The Crossed Fox Wrote:

"Bombs away!"

Fox figured they'd fall from the ''tunnel'', so he quickly activated his fighterS... or FIGHTERs, whatever.

-Spush!-

Fox jumped over the rail and skipped all the way towards the receiving end.

''Goddamn it, Dash!'' He muttered.

''...No, that's... wait.'' Fox kept looking up, with his arms wide open...

''... fffffFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!--''

wwwwwWHUMPTHUDANDALLTHAT!~~

-SPLASH-

A hundred, eighty three pounds, plus a HUMAN SIZED SHIELD, just fell atop Fox. Oh, it felt horrible for the moment. However... LUCKILY, there was some water to cushion the fall... maybe

-Swish swish!-

''-KUFF!- GODDAMN IT DASH, CAN'T YOU DO 'NETHING RIGHT'' Fox yelled, pushing Dash and the freaking shield over him, crawling his way up to the striker zone.

Hey, no carding for us.

In short, Fox jumped in, savedgrabbed Dash, letting the Vampire fall to his doom, then proceeded to walk out.

Valentine would smile at his former opponent as he passed him by. Chances were he was headed to watch the fight that was no doubt going on. So, why not follow? Which is exactly what Val would do up until he saw the ladder he had to take to get up there. Now, he wasn't exactly sure how much of a quick job like this could take, so he wasn't going to risk it. The man would sigh, as he turned away, there was really no reason for him to be here anymore. He'd decide to leave to go to a proper hospital and watch the live feed.

Success!

The graceful form of Adens body flew down for the ground below. He kept his eyes on Dash, who seemed to slowly float away to the musical opera of Ave Maria. It was so gentle, another moment of peace found in this hellhole of fighting, falling, dancing and screaming. Aden closed his eyes, alowing the slow fall to overtake him. He wanted to feel free, alive and free in this hour of darkness.

And then,

SCRRTCH!!!

Nothing like a scratched record to ruin your moment

It was over,

just like that.

The Vamp felt a meaty figure cushion his fall massively, like he had just fallen on some sort of orthopedic mattress. He looked down to see that Roen had used his body to catch Aden mid-flight, stopping him from falling into a wet pool spelling his doom. The Chevalier got up, and attemtepted to thank him, only to be shoved back out into the fight. It was as if Dash and Aden mimicked one another, a glitch in the game perhaps?

Regardless, each of them seemed to have an expression that words couldn't describe. So, here's a picture...

O.o?

What was next?

10/17

Aden smiled across to Dash. So there was still some honor left in this world, a warriors honor.

"I will be honest," he said with a sort of relief in his tone. "I wasn't expecting too much either. The feeling is mutual."

The Chevalier kept his smile, tossing the sabre to his right. Evening the playing field was all he could think of now, and by doing that, he completed that task. The claw unfortunately, needed time to cool down after the match. Besides, the fall had given him some unforseen injuries, including an aching back and legs. The gash in his forehead from the shield was slowly trickling down down onto his cheek, around the eye on the bridge of his nose it travelled. His cheek was cut from the slam from the nunchuks Dash held as well. Both were pretty beaten up from this whole thing, wasn't it about time to end it?

"It was an honor to fight you." spoke the Chevalier. His large steel fist tightened, along with his right one.

It was time to end this.

11/17

It was a work of god.

The rains had fallen underground. A dank, watery setting had fallen into place, the perfect setting for a final showdown of epic proprtions.

Meanwhile

A random bum, carrying a whiskey bottle in one hand, and a cassette in the other, passed by the Cannon Fodder teammates sidelines. He slipped, and dropped the bottle covered with a paperbag. He payed no mind to it, and instead climbed up into the pipe that Dash and Aden had fought in. He seemed to disappear into the darkness for a moment, and then all fo the sudden.

Silence

The bum placed Dash's boombox at the end of the pipe, removed one cassette, and placed in his own. With a smile, he'd walk down that very same pipe, and allow the final piece of the puzzle to fall into place. The final moment was upon them. Aden smirked, and yelled aloud,

"Come find out for yourself!!!!"

No hesitation in his steps, and all focus as on the opponent in front of him, and even with fatigue taking a toll on his body he continued. With thoughts set on a good fight the rest of the way, Aden started forward, with his large fist drawn back, and his right arm crossed ahead for defense. His pace quickened, his shoulder came forward, and Adens intent was revealed. If his path stayed clear, he would come up slam Dash across the right side with his steel arm.

12/17

Edit: Post number

TIME PARADOX

Fox has been given the green light to start his fight. He's had it since hours ago. However, nobody seemed to step up. s**t was taking so long...

''Fbeep Abeepoles... I could be playing some Playstation[insert copyright thingy here]. Instead, I'm stuck here, wasting ME time in this fbeeping sbeephole!!!''

Literally.

--

Fox was growing impatient by the minute. Angry. Why hasn't his fight started? Fox was being nice enough to even WAIT for an opponent. He wasn't shouting cuss words or anything. He was trying to be slightly more courteous, being mad enough at the opposing team already. Well, basically, just at the guy who 'shanked' Val. Fox looked back at Val...

''-I fought him last year...

but he's my teammate now nonetheless. That guy must pay!'' Fox thought.

Time was running out. Yet somebody had to show up for the third match.

''ENOUGH OF THIS!''

Fox has had it. The other team were being little CHICKENS. Not to offend the opposing team, but SRSLY.

''-HUMPH!-'' Fox TIGAR KNEE'd over the rail, then dashed as soon as he landed towards the middle of the stage, where Aden and Dash wuss fightinz'...

\'\'COME ON YOU PUSSIES!\'\'

IT'S WHIPLASH!!!

Peace, Tranquility...

The scene above the sewers was beautiful, no hustle and bustle on the city streets, no one rushing, everybody having a great time with their lives. All of that would come to an end for the fans and newscasters above, for two large and simultaneous rumbles quaked through the sewers and city streets.

Down Below...

"HAAAAA!!!!!"

Aden's left arm lunged forward, lugging all of the metallic force and his bodies weight into it. He aimed a huge hook for Dash's side, the perfect spot to rock a fighters body, especially after a long battle of tiring movements and heavy blows. The force would be immense too, if it hit, with the weight of his arm trailing in his path of travel. Oh was that gonna hurt. Meanwhile,-

13/17

" Tough st; my a hurts. " The Devil would respond, his arms rising to cross over his chest. " Step up and prove to me you won't go down half as fast as that other jack-off I fought. "

Taunt taunt.

Maybe they could both get points for beating eachother with verbal attacks instead of physical.

1/17

He was happy to have made contact with Dash and all, but there was a slight problem now. He had to deal with the fact that there was some GREEN GLOWING BALL in his face. To top it all off, it was heavily pushing against him, and it hurt like mothers spank on a cold winter day. It pressed hard against his chest at first, and there was only thing that ran through his head whent hat force pressed against him.

Grab onto something

That's exactly what he had attempted to do, bringing up his right arm and trying to grasp at Dash's own injured left. That however, didn't work out too well. Aden also put his foot back, and leaned into this ball to try and control its push. That helped some, but not enough to stop his movement. He had one more, final option. He retracted his left arm, and began to press against the solid energy.

"AHHHHH!!!!!", yelled the Chevalier. He pushed hard against the ball.

"GET. OUT. OF MY. FACE!!! GAHH!!!"

His words echoed through the pipes, the yelled vibrated the very walls with an eerie feeling. The arm pressed with all of its strength, and his melded muscles had even begun to tense up within the steel foundations of his arm. This pressure was more than what was needed, but Aden had let go of his control when it came to the arm. He let it loose, draining his strength with every passing second into the metal outlet. Dash would begin to feel just how much strength was behind that arm of his, and how the very force that pushed against him before would be coming back to bit him in the a, if he wasn't careful. st just got REAL! And a hell of a lot more unfriendly.

14/17

Enough was enough!!!!!

Aden's friendliness, his polite etiquette, everything that made him who he was in the beginning of this match had disappeared. Even this whole code of honor he had set for himself had blurred away in this heated lock. The beast had been realeased, the vampiric nature truly being shown now. Dash was in trouble, very, VERY big trouble, because Aden's mindset hand turned crazy. He felt so tired though, absolutely fatigued by the lock. He could only give one final musterance of strength now. Aden roared,

"JUST END!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He pressed one, final time. The steel claw trembelled with the shocking form of this ball he had. Aden had even stepped into it, because of the room the squished ball's movement.

"CHYAHHH!"

No mercy...

15/17