Wheel of MPG

Round 1: Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods

Two lucky contestants are selected from the studio audience to come on down to the set of Gaia's #1 daytime broadcast television gameshow. In events such as Price Check, Spinwheel, and Name That Meme contestants can win fabulous prizes such as: Televisions, Ancient Ceremonial Katana Sets, Johnny K. Gambino's Autographed Golf Clubs, and ANEWCAR (brought to you by Blue Crystal s**t™).

General: Due to a minor weasel-related shipping accident while moving the stage to the Noah Dome, the iconic Wheel was destroyed and declared unrecoverable. However, a new, elegant solution has been decided upon. Roughly thirty feet across, all combatants will be fighting on top of ANEWWHEEL.

Weapons: BIGMONEYBIGPRIZES can be won by spinning the wheel and landing on a "prize" wedge, including:

Diet Potion - Great taste, less filling. Heals 50 HP.

Blue Crystal s**t Throwback - Comes in a jar labeled "Do not use for dirty fighting."

ANEWCAR - Someone was nice enough to leave the keys in the ignition.

Golf Clubs signed by Johnny K. Gambino - With a 30% increase in the sweet spot, you're sure to get a direct hit every time.

One Way Ticket to Pain - It's actually just a bat with a nail in it.

GBox 720 Kinetic - You're not sure what it does, but it looks like it would make a great cudgel.

A refridgerator - Go ahead, try and nuke it.

Previous Contestant's Boxers - The inside of the waistband says "Silver" on it with a backwards "S."

Diamondkatanamobile - It's actually one of those scale models that kids can scoot around in.

Rubber Core Diamond Katana - Made with diamond. REAL DIAMOND, HARDEST METAL KNOWN THE MAN

Television - A 72" LCD made by GambCo, it offers the latest in visual technology. Refurbished.

Ancient Ceremonial Katana Set - Since they're ceremonial, the edges have been dulled considerably. They certainly do look fancy though!

Bonus Effects: While ANEWWHEEL is initially stationary, combatants and those on the sidelines have the chance to spin it for BIGMONEYBIGPRIZES. The wheel can be spun either by brute force, or by several buttons labeled "spin" around the perimeter, and takes one turn for the wheel to spin and stop. Afterwards the prize will be unceremoniously dumped from the ceiling near the center. Who actually gets the prize is something else entirely. GOOD LUCK, YOU'LL NEED IT.

Crimson Hawk

"Why didn't kids like Kazaam?" Ed muttered in his sleep.

The punk's eyes opened abruptly at the first sound of his alarm, a determined expression set on his face despite his apparent sleepiness. It was today. The first round of 2011's Heaven or Hell. The cyborg would have been determined and hellbent on winning regardless of his opponent; however, being paired up with Mutiny above all others made him all the more resolute. Kehr's sign was fighting Kenji's team. The man Ed had been trying to kill for six months now, and curiously was now slated to fight him. Which either meant it was meant to be, or the Noah Foundation were some really manipulative assholes.

Edward got out of bed and grabbed a can of Coke from his minibar and drank the whole thing in three gulps. He stepped into the bathroom to use the toilet, shower, brushed his teeth, and then grabbed some shaving cream and flicked out his straight razor and took it to his face until he was presentable. The punk got dressed and grabbed his weapons, stepping into the living room of their suite where Barsait was already waiting. Sokoya wasn't living at the Hawk and Wigi was likely spending some time in the Hedge before the fight. "Let's go."

Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods

Arriving on the scene of the match, the cyberpunk gave Omi a nod before approaching the giant wheel. He fixed Kenji with a serious look from the opposite side of the Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods. Knowing Kenji, especially how he was these days, the criminal probably wasn't aware that he was facing Ed's team. And probably wouldn't care much upon finding out either. Kenji wasn't going to be surprised. Nor angry. Just nonchalant. Uncaring. Unperturbed. Kenji was cold-blooded; a lot like Edward for the most part. Which perhaps was why they'd been friends for so long. The criminal would treat this fight like he treated all others. Unsympathetically. Edward would have to do so as well, lest he get trapped by his own anger.

He placed his left hand on the wheel and adjusted his goggles in front of his eyes with his right, "Let's see what you got, bud."

b*****d! Edward had been waiting for Kenji to idiotically step onto the wheel, so he could remind the all-around bad-guy who he was dealing with by spinning it while he tried standing up. It would've been hilarious to watch Kenji lose his balance. Though, his opponent wasn't an idiot and it showed. Edward should have figured as much and planned on not making such an assumption again. Well, if he doesn't take a fireball to the face first. The cyberpunk ducked low, causing the flames to narrowly miss their mark and torch a wall instead, and watched as his opponent spun away. He'd tactically wait a second or two, noting that the Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods was slowly losing speed. Meanwhile, his nano-machines pumped chemicals in his bloodstream, and the punk started to feel much stronger and confident in mere moments.

Strength Boost Wrote:

Releasing testosterone into his bloodstream in copious amounts, Edward’s strength (of his organic body) is increased by 100%, putting him on a level playing field with some of Gaia’s bigger baddies and monsters. Can only be used twice per match.

“Eddy, I feel like a ******** game show host. I can finally be a role model for my childr-”

Ed reached out with both hands, grabbing the cylinders that stick out upwards at the edges of the wheel. The cyborg pulled the opposite way the wheel was turning, attempting to stop the wheel altogether or slow it down significantly. Either way, the sudden stop or decrease in speed would cause Kenji to fall onto his face. Just because the wheel was stopping didn't mean Kenji was. If successful, the Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods would slow and the cyberpunk would lift himself onto the platform.

"Smooth move, a*****e." Ed chuckled, moving towards Kenji at a walk.

Strength Boost: 1/2

-Uno-

[Crimson Hawk Hotel - Room #219]

Waiting was right. Hair tied back in a tight ponytail, Barsait's forehead was more prevalent. His brows furrowed, it was clear the quasi-swordsman had woke up hours prior into the early morning. Same as always before a fight, that energetic rumbling in his mind and body that made Omi unable to peacefully slumber. Thankfully, standing upright with his trademark gauntlets and blade in tow, the level of focus within him was too apparent. There was a task at hand. A duty. The day wouldn't flow right until it was taken care of.

"You know it." Kehr's Sign member [Omi Barsait the Serpentine Manipulation Artist] nodded at his team captain, Edward. Every second that separated him from his battle with this "Mutiny" was an eternity.

It was time for him to burn, brighter and hotter than the sun. Frankly, he had not the patience. Battle was slated now.

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

Heaven or Hell chose a lot of scenic locations for their fight rings. It was great mutual advertising, Omi surmised, or else bizarre locations like this game show and his person would never mix.

Still, the strategist could appreciate merriment and enjoyment of this type in a world filled with bloodshed. A welcome distraction.. except this was no game to he. No, this was a ring that could and probably would fill with boiling blood, disguised as a game with quirky little "joke" prizes. It was important not to lose sight of his all consuming, #1 goal. This opponent, simply titled "Lazarus," had to be defeated for the good of his comrades and for the foundation of his ascension. The fun filled atmosphere wouldn't soften Omi. Not at all.

"Interesting.. 12 tiled spinning fight platform with manual and automatic means of rotation. Most of the prizes will be useless.. the bat & nail could prove handy, and the automobile will change the terrain, but that means a 1 in 6 chance of a useful roll. #1 & #2 are too vague and could be props or soda.. so, a #4 or a #6.. however, more relevant is the spinning itself."

Resolute, Barsait finally decided to address his opponent across the 30' diameter wheel. His fierce demeanor was matched by a booming voice this day:

"OI~. Make you a deal. I'll let you spin the wheel with those buttons ahead of you without interference before we take to the ring."

It was a fair enough deal, considering Omi could have spun the wheel himself instead without permission sought. Almost a generous offer, truly. Barsait's upright posture, crimson attire catching the stage lights, were complimented by how stern a gaze his enemy would receive even at their some odd 30 foot distance; an unerring stare. It didn't much matter who spun the wheel, but who first claimed the prize - and not the one this silly show would drop from the ceiling, either. More importantly, it would give Omi a chance to watch in detail the ring spin, gain a feel for its speed and momentum..

..and take firm grasp of this new war.

The fight was now underway. With Kenji on the ground, though his acquisition of the baseball bat did worry the punk, Edward decided to be even more patient than he usually was in his approach. Surely, he wanted to beat the ever living crap out of his frienemy but there was no rush in this instance or any for that matter. Hence the walking. Plus, running in such a small surface (especially if said surface was able to spin fast) was simply dumb. Thirty feet was an ample enough area to fight, but sprinting at full speed in a straight line would eat up those ten yards of distance in no time. It was just unnecessary for the same reason boxers don't charge their opponents from across the ring.

However, though he'd have enough time to stand, Kenji cautiously caused the the wheel to move to buy time. The cyberpunk was at mid-step at the time and it easily tripped him up a bit. He wouldn't fall onto his feet or break a hip or something, but the momentary lapse of balance would award Kenji with more than enough time to gain his feet. Of course, Edward would right himself as well and continue his advance. He didn't feel the need to attack just yet, knowing full well that his strength advantage would be leaving him soon, but not caring either way.

"It's sad that you need a bat to make this bout even," Ed mentioned with a sardonic expression, goading Kenji into a confrontation that was inevitable.

Strength Boost: 2/2

SB Cool-Down: 0/4

-Two-

The Hawk

This was his second year in Heaven or Hell. He should be excited, ecstatic even, that he was going to relive another fairy-tale story. But no... no he was not. Yasuo Katsuhiro was grumpy today, and had hardly been as social as he once was in the prior year. In fact, after his preliminary match-up it was like he had tuckered away into his standard sized suite bed, resting and catching up with the sleep he had lost from his travels. It was to no avail today, and it certainly showed in his face.

"Ughh..." he said as his FIGHTER vibrated around his wrist. Information on his team making it to the next round had been provided days earlier, as indicated by a swath of notifications in the form of an E-letter. Today, it told him where they were to fight and whom they were up against.

Code: Team: Kehr's Sign

Place: Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods

When: Now

"Heeeeh..." he would sigh, angrily forcing himself to his feet. His equipment was in a secure storage closet in an equally non-secure broom closet. Spy contradictions aside, he'd open it up, suit up and get all of his stuff ready for the fight ahead. Facemask on, bracers, shin-guards and chestpiece ready. Blades... gotta have those. And of course the tags and his gourd of water were necessary. It was gonna be a nice day, if this morning grumpyness subsided.

Heading downstairs and passing by his "Number one fan" receptionist, Yasuo paid little attention to her cries of good luck. He was feeling a little more like a douchebag every day that passed. It was almost... disgusting. He headed off though, with no intentions and zero regard for safety. Yeah... he was ready alright.

The Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods

Arriving behind everyone else it had seemed, Yasuo had shown up in the knick of time. A large ogre had apparently been chosen as his opponent - lucky him - and it was on a spinning wheel to boot, so the sense of balance wasn't normally going to be in his favor. He'd get around...

"So, you!" He'd call out. "You're a big one aren't ya? Mother fed you very well..." Despite his argumentative state, Yasuo approached with calm ease. He took the gourd's strap from around his shoulder and placed it down on the edge of the wheel's housing/outer wall, before hopping up and landing on the already spinning wheel. Yasuo was about 3/4's around the wheel, or in relative standing at the Ogre's 3 o'clock position. Closer than he had wanted to be, but an adrenaline rush that woke him up.

"What are you capable of?!" He yelled, immediately drawing his blade with his right hand. A large opponent like this demanded something a little more damaging.

1/17 (Greeting)

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Actions: Strat. placement of Gourd, Readied with blade in right hand

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

Anytime now, that strange man with a distinct Mohawk would spin the wheel, and give Omi his answers. Surely, the enemy wouldn't waste any precious time, it was completely pointless to do so given the same buttons lied in front of Barsait and he would just do what Lazarus would not. It was an exercise in futility. No one, least of all in the ring of honor, would be so incredibly lacking their mental faculties that they would actually delay the process. Not a one!

"I'm not interested in spinning the wheel, however, I am interested in walking out of his place breathing."

And then, the Mohawk with a body attached threw a bottle of hair gel.

Barsait's right eye twitched, his cheek rising up to meet the agitated eyelids. Besides the fact they had a clear field of vision of each other, there was slightly more than thirty feet separating the two. Bar Omi having the reflexes of a diseased howler monkey, even if the bottle was some kind of hidden weapon.. all he had to do was raise his right hand and literally slap it aside as it came in front of him in a horizontal motion. Which he did. The bottle would clatter onto the [Wheel], gooey gel sloshing out.

"... wh.."

Teeth bared and gritting together in sheer shocked dismay, Omi knew it would be foolish to write his opponent off as an idiot. But it was tempting. All the same, his right hand impatiently slammed down onto one of the [Wheel]'s panel buttons. A whine filled the air as the engine used to rotate the b*****d platform began strong, funny noises and lights blinking. As the wheel got spinning proper, the bottle of hair gel rattled, then whipped offstage towards 2'o'clock if Omi was 6 and Mutiny's fighter was 12.

Eyes widening as his vision of Lazarus (and vice versa) faded, the wheel while not so fast it would drill into the earth, was fast. He'd have to wait until the wheel came to a stop before even getting on the platform, unless he was intent on falling onto his a**. He was not. So, Barsait decided to pass away the precious moments with a little preparation work, left hand tensing up as it prepared for duty.

Serpentine Condition Wrote:

[Left Hand]

[+]Little Finger Serpent is dormant under Omi's skin, forming.(Charging)

[+]Ring Finger Serpent is dormant under Omi's skin, forming.(Charging)

[+]Middle Finger Serpent is dormant under Omi's skin, forming. (Charging)

[+]Index Finger Serpent is dormant under Omi's skin, forming. (Charging)

[+]Thumb Serpent is dormant under Omi's skin, forming. (Charging)

[Emphasis]: Currently, Omi's trademark snakes are being charged.

[I]

Wheel of Moderately priced goods:

"Go ahead, team one. Show Omi Barsait what he has won!"

The radio chirped, and the two men sitting above the stage watching through little glass plates in the floor nodded, and then scratched their heads as they checked the list in their hands and then looked to the items. Omi had apparently won the katana set, but what they saw here was a massive crate that apparently said "Ornamental toy katanas" on the side, and the box appeared to be nailed or sealed tightly shut. Confused once more, the men considered radioing back, but one of them decided to be a smart a** and open the giant trap door that was directly in the middle of the room below them. With a grunt, the man pressed his entire body against the crate, and before his partner could stop him, the massive crate went sliding through the opening, aiming to smash directly down on the ground below the trap door.

Also below the trap door, right in the center of the room, stood Omi Barsait's opponent. The men up above let out a miserable wail as they realized they were about to lose their jobs, and then, they quickly sealed the trap door. Inside of the crate, apparently, rested 174 plastic katanas, all aimed to replicate the real thing.

...God damn it, Austin.

Lazarus might not of been too bright when location was what mattered most, but, if there was anything that made him realize he made a mistake it was a loud noise. Hearing a compartment open up in the ceiling above him was his first clue, and the Sorcerer tilted his head upward just a little bit. Enough to catch glimpse of the falling object, and he reacted quickly. Grabbing hold of his Glaive with each hand, yanking it from the ground, and dodge rolling forward. Keeping the weapon in front of him in a horizontal position, and forcing it onto the ground first. Lazarus' roll came after that. Sitting there in a crouched position, Lazarus' face turned into a horrified expression as he realized exactly what Omi had just done. Mouthed the Sorcerer just as the button had been pressed.

Luckily for Lazarus, he had already dodged the falling crate, now he just had to keep himself from losing the Redbull he drank until the Wheel stopped moving. Not just that, though, Lazarus also had to keep an eye on Omi. Just in case he decided on doing something while he was trapped on the rotating platform. Except, that was extremely hard, due to the fact that he was constantly moving. So, immediately after the Wheel started moving, Lazarus peeked over his shoulder as best he could, and tried to keep Omi in his peripheral vision.

Luck just happened to be in Lazarus' favor today. The Corruption that had been passed onto his weapon had enough time to be passed onto the Wheel itself. Sickly green radiation fading from the Glaive, and forming on the impact site of the blade. Which was now probably covered by the crate that had been dropped from the ceiling, maybe it was for the best, since Omi would have no idea what was taking place until it grew larger. Now that Lazarus had a pool started, he could finally attack his opponent from the rotating Wheel. But it needed a bit of time to charge. So; until then, he just had to deal with potentially vomiting in Omi's general direction, or all over himself.

Status.: First charge placed onto ground of Wheel. Second; charge located on upper right arm; bicep.

[2.]

Zeo Hiroboshi Wrote:

Wigi continued on until he got in the middle of the disk, picking up the pace a little to reach the sweet spot a little faster in case the newcomer decided to grab for the prize. The man wasn't much what he expected, some sword toting pansy or something. Regardless the changeling would retort in proper. "Yo momma sho did. Gave me a happy ending and everything." He'd call to the blade wielding hack with a joyful sneer. "b***h knows her way around the kitchen, that's for sure."

The wheel would come to a screeching halt as the pointer clicked over the bag of signed clubs by the man Gambino himself. Nice guy and all it seemed, though a little crazy as the changeling recalled. The lumbering giant looked a little dismayed though, despite the nice catch on collector's clubs. "Dissapointing..." He groaned to himself as the clubs ejected into the air complete with a fancy bag of some kind. Wigi wasn't much of a golfer after all and was a bit more attuned to snatching undergarments, but he did pretty well with catch too. So as that bag came hurling down the ogre would snatch the bag mid-air with his free hand ((left)) before pivoting slightly to face Yasuo face to face and letting that bag fly.

Of course a golf set isn't all that light, that's why the pros get some poor b*****d of a ball shagger to hulk those things around. Its also why they get those little karts to buzz them from course to course. But with the way the ogre handled the bag he made it look like he was tossing around a bag of feathers. The bag would flip around and smash into Yasuo diagonally across the gut, provided he didn't try to avoid the bag and all. But just in case he was smart enough to dodge away from a big, hulking bag Wigi would be on his way in a mad dash towards the pansy blader soon after the bag set sail.

Round one was finally kicking off, and on a good foot so far!

Post 2/17

Actions: Insulted mother, reached the middle of ring, caught and threw golf bag at Yasuo with left hand, dashed towards opponent

"Did yo-...", Yasuo was caught off guard by this hulking beasts words. The fact that he had insulted his mother was one thing. The unknown knowledge to him was that Yasuo's mother was brutally murdered when he was young. This Ogre had touched upon a subject that was an emotional red button for the shinobi - and it already wasn't settling well. The wheel clicked to a halt and a trap door opened above the center of it, releasing a... uh... set of Gambino signed golf clubs.

Well that wasn't exactly expected. Alas, they were nost wasted by the giant of a creature he faced - as Wigi snatched the bag out of the air, Yasuo bent his knees and prepared himself for what was as obvious as an elephant in the room. When the clubs were whipped forward, the shinobi jumped up as high as he could get himself. The wheel clanked in its housing and the clubs clacked on by below his feet.

And that was the easy part...

Yasuo's eyes focused intently on the now charging individual, and at the peak of his jump it became more than obvious that the Ogre was going to crash into him before he could even touch the ground. It was ok though - just this once at least.

The Iwa-Jounin brought his knee's up as he fell towards the ground, awaiting what looked to be an iminent death-tackle. He focused upon his feet, watching and timing, until finally the Ogre's face was within a few feet of the shinobi. In his feet, Yasuo had focused a pressurized jolt of Chakra ready to explode upon impact - and so it would. This powerful blast of energy added a kinetic blast to what would already have been a wonderful dropkick to the face.

Launching out his legs to meet with the oncoming Ogre's face, the shinobi would attempt to do two things - disorient the giant and launch off of him in a single, well-timed movement.

If all was successful, Yasuo would backflip and land upon one knee around the contestants podium area.

You don't ******** with a mans mother...

2/17

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Actions: High-jump dodge of golf clubs, Chakra Enhanced Strength (1 Bar used) dropkick to face, kick-off into recovered landing w/ distance

"********!" Edward exclaimed, trying as hard as he could to remain standing as the Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods began to spin again. The motion of the wheel making him move backwards in accordance with the wheel's spin; making the only thing keeping the cyborg from falling onto his back (at Kenji's mercy no doubt) so far was his uncanny balance. It pays to be able to put your leg up at an extreme obtuse angle and still be able to stand straight sometimes. Though something told Edward that falling wasn't apart of Kenji's plans, considering the criminal was now approaching him for an attack.

The first attack (based on speed) was the fireball. It was something that the cyberpunk just dreaded, knowing full well that one such attack hitting the right spot could easily end the fight and end him as well. What goes around does come around, so perhaps Edward should have thought twice before trying to light Desecrator on fire. To Kenji's detriment, however, while Edward moved backwards in a constant curve (noting the structure of a wheel/circle) in conjunction with the spinning wheel the fireball certainly did not. It moved a straight path while the two opponent's spun around in a fast circle. The fireball nearly clipped Edward, feeling the intense heat on his skin as the magical attack passed him by. A good thing for a direct hit like that could have easily ended the fight, and again could have ended his life if the fire spread throughout the flammable clothes he was wearing. His hoodie was flame-retardant but that didn't mean it wasn't flammable, or that the rest of his clothes wasn't either.

He didn't have time to be relieved though. Not with Kenji still in the midst of his onslaught.

However, unlike the fireball, Kenji himself was moving in accordance to the wheel and so his punch rendered an entirely different result. The criminal's stone fist collided with his jaw painfully, aggravating an injury that had been sustained in the previous round. Edward saw stars and fell over despite having tried so hard to remain on his feet, and proceeded to do what was so instinctive and common of off-balanced persons who were falling. Firstly, the punk stumbled a bit more, and secondly reached out to grab anything with both arms that in desperation might keep him standing. In this case, Kenji was the only option.

The cyberpunk would fall on his back without a doubt, but if successful would pull Kenji down with him. It wasn't the best plan though it was expected because all that really happened was Edward had an "HOLY ******** I"M FALLING" moment. And that wasn't really planned to start with.

SB Cool-Down: 1/4

-Tres-

Zemashi Kuroha Wrote:

"Did yo-...", Yasuo was caught off guard by this hulking beasts words. The fact that he had insulted his mother was one thing. The unknown knowledge to him was that Yasuo's mother was brutally murdered when he was young. This Ogre had touched upon a subject that was an emotional red button for the shinobi - and it already wasn't settling well. The wheel clicked to a halt and a trap door opened above the center of it, releasing a... uh... set of Gambino signed golf clubs.

Well that wasn't exactly expected. Alas, they were nost wasted by the giant of a creature he faced - as Wigi snatched the bag out of the air, Yasuo bent his knees and prepared himself for what was as obvious as an elephant in the room. When the clubs were whipped forward, the shinobi jumped up as high as he could get himself. The wheel clanked in its housing and the clubs clacked on by below his feet.

And that was the easy part...

Yasuo's eyes focused intently on the now charging individual, and at the peak of his jump it became more than obvious that the Ogre was going to crash into him before he could even touch the ground. It was ok though - just this once at least.

The Iwa-Jounin brought his knee's up as he fell towards the ground, awaiting what looked to be an iminent death-tackle. He focused upon his feet, watching and timing, until finally the Ogre's face was within a few feet of the shinobi. In his feet, Yasuo had focused a pressurized jolt of Chakra ready to explode upon impact - and so it would. This powerful blast of energy added a kinetic blast to what would already have been a wonderful dropkick to the face.

Launching out his legs to meet with the oncoming Ogre's face, the shinobi would attempt to do two things - disorient the giant and launch off of him in a single, well-timed movement.

If all was successful, Yasuo would backflip and land upon one knee around the contestants podium area.

You don't ******** with a mans mother...

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2/17

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Actions: High-jump dodge of golf clubs, Chakra Enhanced Strength (1 Bar used) dropkick to face, kick-off into recovered landing w/ distance

The signs of joy sparked from the ogre's face at the piss-poor reaction the ninja had at his bit of joking around. That feeling of wrath was like a welcome home present to the changeling, who in normal circumstances would take the time to feed off said feelings. Being a rare race in gaia it wasn't likely known that emotions were the source of glamour and power, second only to contracts and pacts in the fae world. Given that they were mid-combat it was obviously not the time or place, but Wigi took good note of that intense feeling that Yasuo was giving off and found comfort in its very essence.

So the bag sailed under the punk who decided it was best to just jump over the clubs and go sailing overhead. Given that wigi had a good 7-8 feet to cover in that short time it wasn't going to be hard to spot the jumping drop kick from coming in, though he had to admit that it was one hell of a leap. So Wigi tromped forward a step or two, however long it took for him to see the lord a leaping, before planting himself down at just the right distance to come in with a full on diagonal two-handed batter swing straight to the side of the b*****d's kneecap. He took the split second that was needed to position the hands on the bat just right before taking the shot at Yasuo's left knee ((as Wigi is swinging right to left)), and his aim wouldn't be half bad, considering he's had a few home runs in his lifetime (not to mention Ed had one hell of a fastball with that cybernetic arm of his). Needless to say getting beaned by this joker was the last thing on his mind.

But that wasn't all.

Equipment Ability Wrote:

-Lil Slugger- Durable metal bat made of glamour-infused titanium.

Ability against metal: The changeling is capable of redirecting the vibrations from his bat into the surface in which he strikes. These vibrations do not die down naturally, and take a round to die down fully. When struck by the vibrations the surface of the object vibrates uncontrollably and becomes more difficult to grasp as a result.

Against everything else: 2x damage

Cooldown: 4 turns after use.

Ogres hit hard. Changeling Ogres hit harder! By infusing his strike with that special bit of glamour Wigi can up the ante to any of those home run hits with his bat by twice his normal strength. And being a 7'3", 324 lb. mass of knee shattering pain that blow was going to be devastating. And make no mistake... a full swing by a supernaturally charged giant whose main talent was breaking s**t permanently wasn't going to be something anyone was going to walk away from easily, if they could even walk with whatever was left after such a hit.

If all went as planned and the bat connected as intended, the ninja's kick would probably be shoved to the side or thrown off course completely. Worst case scenario ((maybe)) the kick would land on his shoulder, but such was unlikely with the upward swing. Better odds were the body would come crashing into his shoulder or chest, knocking him back a notch or two and throwing him off balance, but since the wheel wasn't spinning again yet he wouldn't be going down from that bit of a tumble.

All he could do was wait and see just how this little momma's boy was going to react to his grand slam.

Post 3/17

Actions: stopped dash, swung bat at left kneecap to intercept dropkick, possibly get crashed into

Cooldown: Lil Slugger 0/4

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

A sigh of relief fled Omi's lips. All of that was rather bizarre, and yet the last thing he needed was some corrupt game show offing his opponent for him. The large wooden crate smashed against the wheel's center, groaning and one of the panels near falling off if not for sturdy nails attempting their damnedest to keep the shoddy packaging together.

All the same, Barsait was no fool. Though he wasn't sure of the specifics yet, it was obvious his opponent was preparing something.. nasty in the center of this wheel'of'death. Why else would he refuse to leave the [Wheel]'s center when by all other means, it would place Lazarus at a disadvantage? The answer was simple: it gave the best line of sight and vantage point of the environment. Furthermore, thanks to the nasty hair gel spraying all over, it was highly unlikely for Barsait to reach the "summit" quick enough. Highly dangerous was charging into battle headfirst; by all logical counts, Lazarus had the territorial advantage.

.. not that this daunted the artist, of course. As the wheel whined down to a halt, lights blinking and cued applause filling the air, his new prize was made readily apparent. #10.. a..

"OMI BARSAIT! You've just won a Rubber Core Diamond KATANA~!"

..useless prop that would fall from the ceiling "tip" first, bouncing off the top of the crate and rattling towards the wheel's 3'o'clock. Useless by itself, the strategist felt his mind jogged clear by the sound of that emanating beat. In other words, he had an idea. A fun one.

Quickly formulating a "map" in his head:

-Lazarus just rolled in front of the wooden crate. Seemingly too interested in where he is located, and having too many hazards to leave said area, there is an "inner circle" he is sticking to.

-This means Lazarus is just off-center towards 6'o'clock. 10'o'clock - 2'o'clock would have a difficult time catching him, but 3'o'clock through 9'o'clock would have an extremely easy vantage point. This is a two-way street; Lazarus wouldn't be able to see someone at 12'o'clock, logically, because there's a large crate in the way.

-Height difference..

"Hn!" A trademark sound of humored wit if he had one. Considering the facts above, what if there was a place where Omi could attack Lazarus from 3-9, yet Lazarus would have no vantage point to attack Omi at all? Now, wouldn't that be ideal!

Ideals won wars.

Suddenly bashing his own body against the side of the [Wheel of Moderately Priced Goods], Omi flashed a final smile at Lazarus.. and then disappeared. To be more precise, he was hugging the sides of the wheel at a slant, clutching onto this Merry-Go-Round-of-Death for all he could. From the top of the wheel however, this would make the crimson adorned warrior go "poof" - you couldn't see him! But what good would that do, Lazarus knew where Omi was hiding..

.. except an uncertain left hand slid along the wheel edge, and tapped one of the spin buttons.

Spin~ SPIN! Omi's left hand quickly retracted, grasping onto the sides for traction with silent prayer filling his brain - when blood wasn't pumping to it, of course. 9'o'clock, 3'o'clock, 7'o'clock, 2'o'clock, 11 o'clock - thank god he hadn't eaten a thing this morning, else there'd be a vomit tornado in Heaven or Hell. Still, he had to focus.. the background was a blur of colors like you'd see in a nightmare, but one fact remained solid: the audience and spectators were towards the south, 6'o'clock. By this standard, Omi could piece together his relative location per spin. Tensing his left hand furthermore, it was time to get to work- as a crimson mass began to exit the pores of each fingertip's flesh..

..however, of interest was that Omi Barsait's left amber brown eye was beginning to quiver.

Serpentine Condition Wrote:

[Left Hand]

[+]Little Finger Serpent is exiting Omi's fingertip flesh.(Active)

[+]Ring Finger Serpent is exiting Omi's fingertip flesh. (Active)

[+]Middle Finger Serpent is exiting Omi's fingertip flesh. (Active)

[+]Index Finger Serpent is exiting Omi's fingertip flesh. (Active)

[+]Thumb Serpent is exiting Omi's fingertip flesh. It, however, is pulsating like one's heart. (Active)

[Emphasis]: Currently, Omi's trademark snakes are about 1" from his fingertips, ready to extend to his bidding. At his command, they will be launched over the rim of the wheel.

[III]

It was time to put the fire magic on the top shelf. Needing it and wanting to use it for sick excitement were two different things. At the moment Ed wasn't doing much harm. The only reason he was using fire was to whet his own appetite.

He never considered himself much of a pyromaniac. That label was overused by gay Juggalo kids sitting outside Hot Topic with a pack of matches. But he did get turned on by what he could do with fire. Seeing heaps of everything around him burn was to him the same as a tool enjoying a romantic sunset on the beach.

Did that make him a pyromaniac? Probably, but it didn't make him any more of a freak than he already was. He just knew he needed to put his urges behind him, or his new magics would be his new herion. Like his drugs, he didn't have an unlimited supply of kickass fire to dig into. A new addiction to deal with would only hurt him more.

Edward did a backward roll, but Kenji had the advantage of already being on his feet, so he stepped forward with his left foot and would simultaneously throw a cheap, low right kick with the toe of his boot directly to Ed's exposed spine. The blow would be hard, but the criminal wasn't completely sure how effective it would be against an anatomy of a cyborg.

The robot was back on his feet and was facing him directly with a face full of self righteous determination.

"Know what?" Kenji asked mockingly, letting down his guard some. "You've always been a ******** pus - "

THWACK!

Fist met Kenji's face. Blood flung off his bottom lip.

Immediately, he put his guard back up. The cyborg was as angry as a microwave that someone forgot to take out their TV dinner of for thirty minutes. In retaliation Kenji would throw a wild left punch at Ed's face.

5/17

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

As the wheel whined to a stop, Lazarus was cackling in a bemused manner - that much, Omi could hear, however faintly over the sound of audience chatter. However, it was distant.. quiet. That meant Lazarus was keeping his distance in spades. Proof positive the man had a ranged weapon of some type, and was confident in its chances of defeating the strategist.

"Idiot. Make your plans readily available and even a child could prevent them." Mental chiding was all he could offer his opponent, since vocalizing this would be disadvantageous. Frowning slightly, Barsait had been slowly shimmying along the wheel exterior as quietly as possible to further make his approximate location hard to decipher, in a counterclockwise rotation. If he had a guess, he'd say he was at 11'o'clock, but it was hard to ascertain that for certain just yet.

Left eye shaking stronger.. stronger.. the white suddenly flooded dark green, the pupil flooding a vibrant red. One would assume the man possessed if they watched this bizarre side-show, his eyelids quivering as he did his very best to keep them wide open.

Sure enough, his thumb serpent's jaw gaped wide, an "eye" forming in it. His left eye's vision transferred in turn, everything within taking on a red hue. Despite having used this mechanic numerous times, it was still never easy to get over having your right eye see what was in front of it, yet your left not. All the same, Omi now had quite a mischievous little plan in mind.

Outstretched left hand's fingertips stretching out as far as they could, his crimson serpents slowly began to stretch from them - all five, wrapping around the perimeter of the wheel while keeping at his chest's height so their dim glow wouldn't give away his location. Several tense moments saw his pinky finger serpent stretch as far as 6' counterclockwise around the wheel.

His ring finger came to 5', his middle finger came to 4', his index finger came to 2', and his thumb serpent- by giving a "thumps up" at himself, began to travel in the opposite direction, clockwise. It traveled roughly 3' the opposite direction. It took some effort to keep his breath rate consistent - this was a rather tense job, with some high stakes. If this plan of his worked.. the fight would be his.

Opening his jaw, Barsait's tongue flicked to the left and right - and the thumb serpent followed suit, shaking its head to the right and left, his left eye's vision following suit. This way, he could manipulate the "camera snake" independent of the "assault snakes." Now, it was time to spring his plan, successful or ill-fated, into action..

"Three.. two.." Impulsively, Omi wanted to lick his lips, but stilled the urge. "One.. ACTIVATE."

At once, Omi instigated an orchestra of actions.

Serpentine Condition Wrote:

[Left Hand] - each serpent is being controlled by its individual finger, in very gradual motions so Omi may retain his grip on the side of the wheel and not be flung into the crowd.

[+]Little Finger Serpent (6' counterclockwise from Omi) flies over the wheel edge, reaching 3' above the wheel floor. Being right by a set of the "SPIN" buttons, Omi's pinky curves, causing this snake to arc sharp and smash itself against them. (STRIKING)

[+]Ring Finger Serpent (5' counterclockwise from Omi) flies over the wheel edge, reaching 3' above the wheel floor. Omi works his tongue slightly to the left, and spotting a particularly thick clump of hair gel a few feet ahead, sends this snake screaming towards it by stretching his ring forward outward. (STRIKING)

[+]Middle Finger Serpent (4' counterclockwise from Omi) flies over the wheel edge, reaching 3' above the wheel floor. Realizing he was more or less correct on his position on the wheel (around 11'o'clock), he has no immediate sight of Lazarus - but DOES see the large wooden crate. His middle finger extends outward, causing this snake to bound straight towards it. (STRIKING)

[+]Index Finger Serpent (2' counterclockwise from Omi) flies over the wheel edge, reaching 3' above the wheel floor. This snake is close to where the bottle was last seen before the wheel spinning sent it flying off into the metaphorical sunset. A large glob of hair gel is on the floor just underneath it, and so Omi arcs his index finger as well, sending this serpent crashing into the wheel floor. (STRIKING)

[Tongue] - Controlled by Omi's tongue, this serpent is effectively a remote camera at the moment.

[+]Thumb Serpent (3' clockwise from Omi) is guided over the wheel edge at a tight angle, hugging the edge so as to watch Lazarus without making itself too obvious. It is by this snake, Omi is guiding the rest from his position - matting his tongue down against the floor of his mouth to in suit, make the snake hug the wheel floor. However, at the moment, he can only see the crate - as it blocks his vision of Lazarus from the 11'o'clock perspective. (KNAVISH EYE)

[Emphasis]: Omi's Thumb Serpent is the "control" element, and his remaining four serpents are attacking either the crate, the hair gel, and one is crashing itself against one of the spin buttons.

"OMI BARSAIT! You've won BLUE CRYSTAL s**t THROWBACK! Please-"

His ability to hear the announcer's voice was cut off as Omi bit down hard. His teeth crashed together just ahead of his own tongue. A signal. At once, all his snakes lit ablaze from their heads on down- and in turn, the snake tasked with spinning the wheel for him was a complete success! A bottle would fall, uncelebrated, from the ceiling- breaking on the wooden crate top as its contents gushed over the edges.

Spin~ Spin~

Except now, a snake was crashing against the wooden crate, which would set it and its contents ablaze. Three snakes, meanwhile, would be striking the wheel - setting its surface ablaze as it was, let alone with the hair gel Lazarus so naively coated the exterior with, which would further improve how nicely the wheel caught ablaze.

Omi's left and right eyes both watered - his snakes and he spinning about in the maelstrom, the [artist] gritting his teeth to try and bare the inertia of this wild wheel's rotations. The best part however, was that those flames would spread ridiculously fast thanks to this constant spinning, as sparks and embers would fly all about - setting aflame more of the hair gel and the wonderful center-bound prizes. By the time Lazarus would even realize this.. it'd be much, much too late.

Lazarus would now be dead center amidst a ring of hell, with no simple means of escape!

[IV]

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

The snake and his prey were in a dangerous game. It consisted of territory control; Lazarus was lord of his small domain, yet Omi ruled the uncertain shadows, and slowly but surely eroded the wheel's wooden landscape with flames that began to dance high. This was, of course, the first time Omi began to see something quite bizarre about the inner area of the wheel via his remote snake vision: an odd distortion of the wood, gradually but notably spreading outward, as though rushing to meet his flames and their rising growth.

"OMI BARSAIT, you have WON Golf Clubs signed by Johnny K. Gambino~!!"

As usual, a bag of golf clubs fell from the ceiling. However, this time when colliding with the wooden crate as the wheel's spin began to decline, though a single club slid from the bag and fell to the floor below - the bag itself suddenly began to burst into flame.

Currently:

[+]Ring Finger & Index Finger Serpents were grinding across the wheel floor, spreading fire as they pleased along the hair gel and haughty surface.

[+]Small Finger Serpent was busy grinding against its nearby SPIN button, ready to press it again at a moment's notice.

[+]Middle Finger Serpent was deep within the wooden crate, bashing around inside and setting the contents ablaze.

..however, Barsait was curious. What was the inside of that box like? Supposedly, it housed ceremonial weaponry or something of that nature, and he could vaguely make out one or two of the weapons in the distance that seemed to have been knocked out of the crate packed full when his snake bashed into it. But.. what did that entail?

Deciding sating his curiosity may be advantageous, Barsait furrowed his brow. A bead of sweat rolled down the man's face, as the eyeball in his thumb serpent faded.. and slowly manifested into the crate bound Middle Finger serpent. Transferring his left eye's remote vision inside the box, illuminated by the spreading flames and the crimson glow of the very snake itself.

What Omi saw made his jaw drop just a hint.

They were plastic. No doubt one of the show's stupid jokes, but they didn't realize what this meant, Omi surmised. Let us say you accidentally drop a plastic fork into a high heat surface and it burned or melted - you would obviously not want to breath in the air just around it. That could cause long-term health complications, and while unlikely to cause harm to you immediately, could if inhaled directly, kill someone.

But what was inside of that crate.. seemed to be a ridiculous amount of plastic, no less covered in flammable fabrics, toxic chemicals for the "sheen" of the "blades" and the paint, and due to the interior of the crate cooking - those plastic blades were beginning to bubble and melt. And though it was hard to tell just what it looked like thanks to the red tint this vision imparted, Omi could vaguely make out a haze that didn't seem like mere smoke in the inner-sanctum of this crate. It would be a true health hazard if that crate was left for a while, although it being relatively closed off, it was unlikely Lazarus would be in danger immediately even as the blades boiled.

Unless of course, Barsait offered a helping hand.

Bashing his pinky finger against the wheel platform material, the Pinky Serpent smashed against one of the [SPIN] buttons again. And thus, Omi began his hellish ride once more, flames now being scattered dangerously as they rained off the crate and the gel's risen flames all over the wheel platform. Like a blender of embers. It was time for a bit of faith. He couldn't put much input into this, for he had no such time. Barsait simply needed to trust.

Not daring to press it in the conventional manner, Omi craned his neck and bashed his chin hard against something on his right forearm. Oh, but what was it?

[STRIKER]

Serpentine Condition Wrote:

[Left Hand] - each serpent is being controlled by its individual finger, in very gradual motions so Omi may retain his grip on the side of the wheel and not be flung into the crowd.

[+]Little Finger Serpent is still by a set of the "SPIN" buttons, pressing one down even as flames spread from it across the floor. (STRIKING/ABLAZE)

[+]Ring Finger Serpent has found its favored hair gel, has set it ablaze, and is grinding across the floor. (STRIKING/ABLAZE)

[+]Middle Finger Serpent is within the wooden crate, setting its contents ablaze. Also currently holds Omi's left eye vision. (Knavish Eye/STRIKING/ABLAZE)

[+]Index Finger Serpent This snake is doing the very same as the Ring Finger Serpent. (STRIKING/ABLAZE)

[Tongue] - Controlled by Omi's tongue, this serpent is remaining passive at the moment.

[+]Thumb Serpent is still at the Wheel Edge, except now aflame and helping spread fire. However, it is now lacking its camera function, which the Middle Finger Serpent holds. (Active/ABLAZE)

[Emphasis]: Omi is using the snakes to sew the seeds of discord, setting the entire platform ablaze.

[V]

CRUNCH! Now they were just wailing on one another, which was exactly what Edward had been wanting all these months. The animosity. The impatience. The unadulterated rage. It was all being let it out in this pivotal, albeit very short moment. The cyberpunk and Kenji had awaited this day for too long; and finally, here they were fully intending to tear the other to shreds. And yet, despite how much the punk didn't want to admit, it didn't make him feel much better. Though expecting instant gratification was probably naive, or maybe it would never come even if Edward was pummeling Kenji until he assumed room temperature. Perhaps Wigi had been right all along. These hellbent attempts at vengeance were destructive, pointless, and uncharacteristically stupid of the pragmatic cyborg. In spite of these revelations, Edward wasn't stopping. He had to see it through to the end, if not then the last year (working towards this very moment) would've been pointless. Call it stupid.

A second CRUNCH sound was heard as Kenji's knee connected with the left side of the cyberpunk's ribs. He exhaled in anticipation of Kenji's retaliation, preventing the wind being knocked out of him. However, it still hurt like a b***h. The blow set Edward back on his heels easily, figuring (from the pain) that one of his ribs were either fractured or that hemorrhaging was to begin relatively soon. Most of Ed's ribs had been broken at least once, so their fused/healed together successors were significantly more resilient than the ribs of a person who had never had broken ribs. So chances were that internal bleeding was way more likely, but the punk wouldn't rule the chances of a break out. He'd have to check with his hand whenever the next pause in the fight occurs, as unlikely as that was, or wait until the breathing problems attributed to broken ribs surfaced. Kenji could give one hell of a hit, but that wouldn't discourage him. It only made him more determined to give all back tenfold.

The momentum of Edward's punch combination would not falter, going through the motions of his onslaught whether Kenji liked it or not. A jab (which hit), a quick second one (which also hit), and then followed by a brutal right cross. The cyberpunk twisted his hips from right to left, throwing all of his weight behind his powerful -albeit human- right arm which was now poised to strike Kenji in the bridge of the drug dealer's nose. The drug dealer was just coming off a knee strike or in the midst of bringing that leg back down to the ground, so it would be difficult for him to say the least. Edward placed it all in this punch, or at least what seemed like it all. His anger. The feelings of betrayal. Ed's want to be victorious not only in this round but the entire tournament. And for his need to avenge every single wrong thing Kenji had ever done to people Ed knew. Sieg. Josie. Sokoya. For Wigi who'd been there throughout Ed's hunt for the man. And Kenji's legitimate kids. Edward's godchildren. Their lives had been ******** and Kenji had to pay.

Adrenaline Rush Wrote:

When Ed's nano-machines stimulate the adrenergic receptors throughout his body, a cocktail mix of endorphins and quick-response steroids are released into his body that increases his speed and strength of his organic body by nearly 50% for a few moments (1 post). This helps Edward give a proper boost to particular moves, like single/double-leg takedowns and Lateral Drops. Giving the cyberpunk not only the capability of throwing an enemy harder but also farther. A 300 pound creature or object can be thrown about 10 feet. It can also be used to throw a combination of hits extremely quickly amongst other maneuvers. However, the ability is rather taxing and is only suggested to be used three times during a battle.

SB Cool-Down: 4/4 Done

Adrenaline Rush Cool-Down: 0/2

-Sei-

His meteorite landed on planet ribcage.

They were at make out distance now, and Kenji strangely enjoyed that. It had been a long time since he felt this way. Gaians lived for moments like this, and he was no different. Feeling the flash of cameras, the spotlight heating his skin, the roar of spectators shot up his blood pressure with excitement, but a part of him didn't want to go on.

He was mentally tired and weary all of the sudden. Many people thought he had no conscious. He was a cannibalistic death machine with zero emotions and only got enjoyment from the pain of others. But at times like this he wished he could go back in time to a point in his life before the madness made him a lonely druggie.

The fact that he was the cause of his own misery was exploding throughout him like a Snow Speeder in the battle of Hoth. Why had it took him so long to realize he was just as much a piece of s**t as everyone said he was? Kenji had half the mind to let Edward destroy him right now. Another hit like the last one times a few more would end him surely.

Did he want to go on like this?

If only he could go back in time to change his life.

Would it have been like this?

"When are you going to fix the air conditioner?" Josie yelled, from the kitchen.

"When I fix it," Kenji called back, throwing a shirt on as he crawled out of bed.

The trailer was an oven. His two children were making faces and acting like they were melting to the death. His girlfriend was spreading peanut butter across loathes of bread for everyone's lunch. Kenji noted how unhappy and sweaty she looked. The Yard wasn't known for its high end living. She had become accustomed to living like a princess, but now she was without a shower or AC.

Kenji laughed.

"What's so funny?" she snapped.

"You look lovely," Kenji said sarcastically, going over to her and hugging her from the back. "Uh oh, I got mommy!" He growled. The kids giggled.

"Put me down and fix the air before we all suffocate," Josie demanded, hiding the fact that she was smiling.

"You all can go outside, you know?" Kenji noted, dropping Josie to the ground. That made the kids laugh even harder to see their tiny mother fall. She didn't find it to be too funny. "Ed won't bite. I made him promise."

"Ed's not the only thing out there," she said, making a valid point.

"Well at least let the kids come outside. I'll watch them. Come on, guys," Kenji quickly began ushering them out the door before Josie had time to b***h more.

"You better," she said. "I love you."

"Love you back," Kenji said, shutting the door behind him.

Ed was outside looking at the AC. His robotic whosits and whatsits were at work in his brain probably trying to figure out what was not working on the damn thing, or at the very least he was eavesdropping on them.

Kenji walked over to him and shook his hand.

"You're going to need a new one, but I did bring cold beer," Ed said, thumbing over at a cooler and a pair of chairs.

"Good, then it'll be easy to watch the kids play in the sandbox," Kenji said, plopping his a** down and reaching for a Bud.

"What sandbox?" Ed asked.

"The front yard." They both laughed.

Maybe he could have had a normal life. The life his parents wanted him to have before he raped his adopted sister. The life Josie wanted them to have before he left her and the kids to dry because he was too afraid to see what would come of it all if he did stay. The life Ed wanted him to have if he hadn't shot him in the back with a Mini 14.

He didn't have much time to ponder and scratch his head.

Was he going to throw the match and hope to be cast from his miserable existence?

No. ******** that.

As long as he had air in his lungs he might as well make everyone else miserable too.

Edward was going in for a three hit combo with a right hook. Kenji quickly landed his right foot down and brought up his left forearm and with a

BAM!

let it take the blunt force as such a powerful punch. The robotic fist took the hide off him with a tiny spray of blood coming from his arm, but as much as it hurt he had to take the offensive.

Just when the fist hit, Kenji would use his left arm to push it to his left side (Ed's right) and would simultaneously pivot his body to the right and would throw another solid knee this time with his left at the other side of Ed's ribs.

7/17

The cyborg's fist connected solidly, however not in a spot where he would've liked. A hit was a hit though because at the very least he wasn't fighting some squirrely ********. Without wasting any time after getting his arm deflected to the right, Edward burst explosively towards Kenji, attempting to clinch with the drug dealer via two underhooks. Both arms trying to move underneath the opponent's armpits and gripping either side of his upper back. It placed Kenji in a rather disadvantageous position if successful, but wouldn't save Edward from the knee. One could say it made it worse.

Moving headlong into a knee strike wasn't the smartest idea, though that was exactly what would happen. Another CRACK sound filled Ed's ears, louder and more violent than any previous hits. The punk couldn't call himself an expert but he had felt this before. That sharp pain in his ribs. Without a shadow of a doubt, one of Edward's ribs was broken. There were various factors involved in why two attacks with virtually the same effort would yeild two different results, but the cyborg didn't have time to ponder them right now. He gritted his teeth hard and tried to push the pain by the wayside.

Simultaneously, using the tungsten-steel alloy that comprised his forehead and other bones of the top of Ed's skull. The punk aimed a powerful headbutt in conjunction with the clinch, which happened around the same time as the knee, at Kenji's lower eye socket. The dense forehead "bones" were liable to cause some nasty damage if they hit, and an orbital fracture of both the upper Maxillary and Zygomatic bones would just suck for the drug dealer.

Metal Skullcap Wrote:

Edward’s entire Calvaria has been replaced by a dome-shaped plate made out of a Tungsten-Steel alloy. It protects the cranial cavity and the brain that resides within better than bone could ever hope. Theoretically, it could take a blade but whether the cyberpunk would be knocked out cold from the blow as opposed to being killed is a completely different story. This Skullcap isn’t something you want to punch head-on or take a headbutt from.

AR Cool-Down: 1/2

-Sette-

Edward saw stars as his head and Kenji's stone fist collided, causing no damage to the artificial bone but splitting open the flesh of Edward's forehead. Blood dripped in droves from the gross-looking laceration, cascading down his face slowly. It hurt like a b***h and made him feel dizzy, but the lack of damage to his Calvaria kept the punk in the fight. He clung even more to the drug dealer, finalizing the clinch and giving Kenji little room to maneuver his upper body. However, it didn't stop Ed's opponent from trying.

Kenji's left hand would grip the punk's head, pushing his thumb into the lens of Ed's blast goggles. While the other did a slightly more practical thing, and began to throw a short right hook. Obviously, the cyborg wasn't going to sit there and take it. Virtually at the same time, Ed used his lower body (which in both their cases were rather mobile) and lifted his right knee into Kenji's groin. Both attacks were traded virtually in the same time frame, but the cyborg's attack would likely be significantly more effective than Kenji due to room. Though Kenji's hands were as hard as rocks, the clinch placed both combatants chest-to-chest and with Ed's arms under and over the drug dealers. It gave Kenji almost no room to c**k back and his hips weren't in much of a position to help out. The punch would hurt him no doubt, but with a metallic knee in his scrotum. Ed figured Kenji won't be throwing his second punch for a bit.

Whether successful or not, the cyborg's foot would return to ground and his hands would lock tightly at Kenji's lower back.

AR Cool-Down: 2/2 Done

-Otto-

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

Vision within the wooden crate was intriguing indeed. The blades seemed to be practically boiling, they were reaching temperatures so high - and the crate itself, damaged already by its fall and subsequent snake jabbing, was beginning to give way to the mighty flames. However, all vision to this spectacle was rather abruptly cut off. A sign that Omi's middle finger serpent had likely been "cut off" if not destroyed, ergo the snake path to said finger flickering into non-existence. However, his left eye snapping shut as the artist winced in frustrated pain told the message better. His [Knavish Eye] had just been disconnected, causing his left eye no small amount of pain. Tear water would flood it.

"b*****d.." Sure, it was logical if able to destroy his serpents. That didn't mean he had to like it.

With only four serpents left at his disposal, Barsait felt the wheel coming to a halt - even without sight, the obvious decision here was to keep the momentum going. Barsait jabbed his pinky against the platform, bashing that snake against the spin button it was hounding - and sure enough, the wheel began its psychotic spin ride once more.. before, unusually, his tiny finger spasmed. Sure enough, the snake stemming to it disappeared. Deciding that lacking sight was too useless, the thumb serpent needed its eye again.

Furrowing his brow, Omi transferred his [Knavish Eye] mechanic to said serpent, now his right eye undergoing the fun little mutation - his left still shut tight with pain. The thumb serpent, hugging the wheel, slowly gained vision whilst the wheel began its newest spin strong.

"OMI BARSAIT~! You have won YET AGAIN, BLUE-"

The strategist's jaw dropped. Was this.. real?

His team comrade, Sokoya, had joined the ring. It seemed his Striker signal wasn't for naught, yet this was not what surprised the artist. Instead, what surprised him was the rate at which that wooden crate was catching ablaze, even as Lazarus wasted time hurling a mass of the wheel in the shape of a rock at his hair gel swimming snake. Too fast. This confirmed Lazarus had not destroyed his middle finger serpent, but merely cut it off as one not learned of the art would tend to.

This meant inside of the crate, his serpent, "lifeless," burned away. Each interval of the wheel's chaotic ride made the sight Omi was witnessing that his opponent, his comrades, and the crowd were likely oblivious to, all the more ominous. The crate was finally coming apart at the seams, losing its structural integrity as the wood around the nails lost strength and existence. On multiple sides no less, from what Omi could see. Grimacing as he held on for dear life, this meant one thing.

His opponent was in trouble.

[CRASH!!]

The crate burst open, two panes smashing down - one of which facing Lazarus. And due to the wheel's picked up speed mid-spin, those odd sword replicas would whip out from the crate in a counterclockwise motion. At a rate of five~seven swords a second out of a ridiculous amount, these flaming toxic masses were shooting out at various heights. It was like a machine, launching arsenal at a rate no human arm could ever hope to match in either velocity or speed.

Hell, even Omi himself was mildly paranoid one of those crazed masses would fire at him, which is why he hugged the wheel edge all the more. Little probability of one hitting him, less they descended at just the right angle. For poor Lazarus however..

Highly, highly unlikely with his insistence on staying dead center in the wheel of inferno, being pushed in by Sokoya's berserk charge no less, he'd find any type of escape.

Serpentine Condition Wrote:

[Left Hand] - each serpent is being controlled by its individual finger, in very gradual motions so Omi may retain his grip on the side of the wheel and not be flung into the crowd.

[+]Little Finger Serpent struck one of the [SPIN] buttons, before being destroyed by Lazarus' Corruption bound arsenal. (TERMINATED)

[+]Ring Finger Serpent has found its favored hair gel, has set it ablaze, and is grinding across the floor. Was missed by Lazarus' last rock toss, due to the wheel's spinning throwing his aim off. However, seems quite content staying as is. (STRIKING/ABLAZE)

[+]Middle Finger Serpent is within the wooden crate, setting its contents ablaze. However, it is separated from Omi's grasp, and so is completely lifeless. (Brain-Dead)

[+]Index Finger Serpent This snake is simply wheel flame-spreading fodder at this point, laying on the floor. (STRIKING/ABLAZE)

[Tongue] - Controlled by Omi's tongue, this serpent is remaining passive at the moment.

[+]Thumb Serpent is still at the Wheel Edge, except now aflame and helping spread fire. Holds Omi's right eye vision now. (KNAVISH EYE/Active/ABLAZE)

[Emphasis]: Omi's flames have made the Wheel nothing pleasant to remain on for long. However, now Lazarus has a new double-threat: flaming blades from his rear, and a raging woman from the front.

[VI]

He couldn't get his hand down his friend's pants fast enough.

Edward's position dropped. Now Kenji felt like he was on a theme park ride being taken up and over like a rag doll. Whatever was fueling Ed's strength was working. He was like the Hulk as he literally ******** flung him across the wheel.

"BLASTING OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT!!!!!!" Kenji screamed, soaring through the air.

PLOP!!!

He landed hard on stomach on the floor next to the wheel. His balls throbbed from the knee strike, but apart from some scraps and bruises from being thrown, he was in decent enough shape. The fight still had quite a bit of time to get things straight on his side of things.

Kenji caught something in the corner of his eye. It was the baseball bat prize right next to a big, red button labeled "spin". Without a thought more on the subject he smacked the button, took the bat, and stood up heading for the wheel.

"You reject my hand job. We are no longer friends." he said, tossing the fireball that had charged up in his right hand at the area in front of where Ed was, so that the wheel's spin would lead him right into it.

10/17

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

Outro

It was a simple question; Was Sokoya stupid of crazy. The answer should have been obvious. A love of pain, a pet metal slime named Mormon Jesus, the fact that she actually decided to date Edward. This b***h was loony. However, it would appear that Lazerious might have a bit of the former answer. There was no other explanation for his panicked response. As Sokoya rushed along the short distance of the wheel, she made note of his reaction. And she had to admit, it was clumsy.

The polearm Lazarus wielded might have given a normal fighter perhaps a moment of hesitance, as it rather foolish to charge something so obviously designed for defense. Sokoya, on the other hand, didn't really give a s**t. As long as she wasn't left bleeding out on the wheel in the next few seconds, then she was fine and dandy. What's more, the sorcerer decided to wield the weapon with one hand, severely hampering what strength he could put behind it. So as she bull rushed into his thrust, it wasn't hard to imagine that a quick backhand with her left was enough to knock the extended weapon at least partially out of her way.

Sure, the blade would glide effortlessly along the outter flesh of her way upper arm. Biting slightly into the muscle and fatty tissue there. But it did nothing to impede her approach. And for her best efforts, Sokoya had tried to land a blow that wasn't fight finishing. However, it seemed that Lazarus had other intentions in mind. The mother ******** ducked into a low haymaker. She couldn't say how low he dropped himself, but all that meant that what went from a punch at his stomach, became a punch at his throat or face.

Ouch.

And assuming that the guy still had the sense of mind after a hit like that and the long series of spins, he could certainly still roll away. Sokoya had to split too, but not after turning towards the cameras and giving a thumbs up pose. A small glint coming off of her sharp and jagged teeth. And then she was off the platform., using her now clawed right arm to make sure she was stable while it spun out of control. And sure, she got hit in the back a few times by melting plastic, but it certainly wasn't life threatening. It just spiced life up a little.

How's this for a repost?

Lazarus got punched by Sokoya. Yatta yatta yatta. The Sorcerer fell on his back, yatta yatta yatta, and just before he did the box behind him exploded. Scorching his back with whatever was inside the damned thing. Yatta yatta yatta. It hurt quite a bit, and all that jazz. Lazarus was in a great deal of pain right about now.

Yatta yatta yatta.

What Omi didn't realize was a such a large fire caused smoke, and with smoke came a little something called "carbon monoxide". Lazarus' breathing pattern was slowing down, and it was getting harder to breathe each passing second.

With one final phrase and action; the Sorcerer muttered. "Killing me with carbon monoxide, what a dastardly plot, while he remained on the side of the Wheel completely unaffected by such a thing. True genius. My only regret, was, that I had these holding me back..."

The last syllable slipped from his tongue, and he reached into his cloak. Withdrawing three object(s). Two of which were the color of yellow, and the other was red. Rectangle in shape. Obviously a card. Tossing them into the wind, the Sorcerer then died.

Oh, and Carbon Monoxide. Just in case Haelstrom is as retarded as he acts.

Or is this against my profile as well? -Shrug.-

[7.]

Bob Barker stared with a dumbstruck look upon his face from the audience as one of the contestants vying to win BIGMONEYBIGPRIZES choked to death.

"..." Slowly he stood up from his seat, straightened his shirt, and gestured to Omi. The cameras panned towards Mr. Barker as he took a deep breath, smiled for the televised audience, and said:

"Tell him what he's won!"

The voiced-over list of prizes began rolling, up to and including that ANEWCAR Omi had been wishing for this whole time.

((I'll roll the dice for her.))

Ed landed on his chest as he turned on his hips at the last moments of his lateral drop. He patted out the fire on the top of his head, which had easily left disgusting bald spots and equally gross burns. He grimaced every time he patted the injured skin of his scalp; getting angrier every time at the man who had done this. Kenji would pay, the cyborg snarled in his head, standing back up quickly and taking note of Sokoya's striker and the ruthless efficiency of the spectacle. He'd have to thank her later.

Regardless of the measure of her success, the girl would depart and press the spin button which sent the cyberpunk on another ride. Edward kept his balance, moving towards the edge of the wheel and preparing himself to pounce on Kenji. He flipped his hood on and jumped off the wheel when it passed by the drug dealer. The attack was a bit dumb, but Sokoya's act of random brutality had excited him some. Ed felt confident and it showed with the risk he was perfectly willing to make. It wasn't entirely uncharacteristic, however, the punk did take a few precautions. Placing his left arm up sideways, the cyberpunk was prepared to block Kenji if necessary. Particularly fireballs. They hadn't been explosive thus far so his cybernetic arm seemed a good candidate to block them.

Though, blocking an attack necessitated an attack being thrown, and Kenji's position after being tackled was a mystery to Ed until the split moment that he jumped. Without Sokoya's intervention, Kenji would have landed on his stomach, but the tackle could have changed that.

Either way, Edward was prepared and ready.

If the punk was met with no resistance at all, his sideways held arm would turn a bit. Leveling his cybernetic elbow with Kenji's head. A pretty good end to a great combo.

AR Cool-Down: 1/2

-Dieci-

The punk landed but not in manner he had expected. Even now, Kenji was still at the top of his game which was expected considering his status as a meta. The drug dealer was directly behind the cyborg, poised to hit him with a new found weapon. However, none of this changed the nature of Ed's jump, which was meant to have him land on top of Kenji. Not on his feet. He rolled forward to absorb his fall, simultaneously dodging Kenji's powerful base ball bat swing.

Edward swiftly came to his feet and turned, not really knowing of Kenji's attack since his opponent was behind him, but if he did he'd know that it would take the man a bit to start up another swing. Aching all over the place, the cyberpunk knew he had to end it and soon. His breathing was labored and his movements were slowing gradually. The punk drew both of his hatchets from his hips as he came around to face Kenji, spinning both weapons skillfully while doing so.

AR Cool-Down: 2/2

-Eleven-

[WoMPG: Round I - Omi Barsait versus Lazarus]

Watching through his remote gaze, Barsait saw his opponent fall once again.. yet, this time, the sorcerer did not rise. The artist wasn't sure what to make of it. A trick..? Some ruse to bring Omi out of hiding, then smash him with one of those wheel-forged masses of wood and nail? Quickly however, the announcer's voice soothingly reassured this was not the case. Somehow, they had ascertained the opponent's defeat..

Losing consciousness, perhaps though unlikely due to the intensity of the flames and the smoke generated, or even simpler due to the strain of maintaining whatever that bizarre blight upon the wheel's exterior was, saw Lazarus bested. Omi knew [Heaven or Hell] staff, or perhaps the game show's own, would move in to quickly douse the flames and therefore prevent the untimely death of Lazarus - as well as of their stage. To top it, though some of the rewards would need repair work done, it seemed the artist was being given a number of nice novelties.

Still, no grin covered his face. No, there was no smugness in his victory, even as the flames danced higher and the heat bathed his face. His lack of sleep the night prior combined with the constant spinning on this contraption had the fighter weary, dizzy, and quite simply tired. To top it, his lack of damage was a double-edged sword; it didn't wake him up from the daze he had been in for over a day at all. Troublesome..

"Mm.. good fight, Lazarus." The lengthy haired man commented towards the sorcerer even if his words wouldn't carry, before casually releasing his grip from the wheel exterior. He fell like a rock, hitting the ground some three feet below him with a loud 'THUD'. His eyes jarred open wide, some pain though minor flooding those bones and such.. but it was indeed minor, quickly fading. Then, Barsait sprawled out, lazily crossing his arms behind his head to take a nap.

Left hand twitching slightly, all of the snakes were to fade with this simple notion - at least, the ones had had access to, no doubt the staff would handle his severed Middle Finger Serpent. Still, his ability to lounge with his unconscious opponent surrounded by an inferno so very nearby was unnerving. Most would be slightly stunned by such behavior in a "professional" such as Barsait, happily welcoming his body regaining its balance from all that infernal spinning even while his eyes slowly turned into their normal colors and form.

Not that he cared. He had a car now.

Serpentine Condition Wrote:

[Left Hand] - each serpent was controlled by their respective finger.

[+]Ring Finger Serpent has been destroyed by Omi. (Deactivated)

[+]Middle Finger Serpent is within the wooden crate, setting its contents ablaze. However, it is separated from Omi's grasp, and so is completely lifeless. Hopefully, firefighters won't think it's going to attack them. (Brain-Dead)

[+]Index Finger Serpent has been destroyed by Omi. (Deactivated)

[Tongue] - Was controlled by Omi's tongue.

[+]Thumb Serpent has been destroyed by Omi. (Deactivated)

[Emphasis]: Excluding the one, all serpents are destroyed.

[VIII - Complete.]

The Female of the Species Wrote:

Outro

The mother ******** ducked into a low haymaker. She couldn't say how low he dropped himself, but all that meant that what went from a punch at his stomach, became a punch at his throat or face.

Ouch.

When Sokoya returned to the sidelines she would find an envelope with her name written on it sitting on a small table that hadn't been there before. The table was decorated with a rather gaudy-looking lamp that stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the cameras and studio audiences.

Inside of the envelope she would find... Lakers tickets. Row 3, mid-court. Sweet deal.

Now, look at the fight.