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Description: The ongoing Unlimited SLAMFEST 2020 Rumble that is the Pit O Pain. Ten opponents, endless fighting, and finally a finish. You are playing with the big boys now here!

The Pit O' Pain was, counter-intuitively, up on the rooftop of the arena.

Situated by the helipads, it was even specifically elevated up on a structure; it was set up in an metal framework designed to hold a pool; the pool space itself being added with mats, ropes, and corner posts that lead 8 feet up to the top of the pool. The space actually inside the pool was stable and the size of a real arena. Steps go up to the pool's, which then, goes into ladders straight down into the matted space. You had two ways to get in: You could take the ladders, or just leap in.

There was, of course, no water.

Over the pit was the full range of lights, cameras, and microphone support. It was nearly impossible for the audience to see it directly; but cameras and video streaming was how most people would see the Pit O' Pain. That, and the small VIP audience seats right around the edge. Up on top at the edge of the 'pit' is the commentators table, where two men sit. On one side, a smiling, well dressed Englishman. Next to him is a bald giant of a man, brown skinned and dressed in a suit as well, with green knee pads and elbow pads over them. Both are in front of their respective microphones, but the large man is hunched over, sharing a story with the Englishman.

[Marduk]"... So then, after I went through the desert with a god damn mummy, I came across this dog-headed asshole, who wanted to weigh out my heart and shit. Well at that point, I just got the thing in a sleeper hold, and kept it there until it prayed to Ra or some shit. And then, the NOL showed up, and rescued me, and I got all kinds of shit from the room like this really funny feather. And then there was this spider doctor with an enormous rack-"

[Terry Rogers] "Yes, Marduk, I know. I have heard this story... many times since we arrived at the Capcom Wrestling Association Stadium."

[M] "I just assumed on the helicopter ride, you couldn't hear me."

[TR] "And that's why you repeated it five times on the flight out here."

[M] "It was a very long flight Terry!"

[TR] "Yes it was, Marduk. It was a very... very long flight."

[M] "I just think it's great that they not only asked you for a commentator role, but invited me along too! Isn't that just crazy, Terry?"

[TR] "Why yes, Marduk. It was a complete and total surprise to me, learning of this."

[M] "I wonder if it had anything to do with your Jedah interview?"

[TR] "Oh, I suspect it might have, Marduk. And it's quite an honor, doing commentary for the side fight on the roof, with very little audience around, that's the wash out for fighters with no clear scheduling or cards associated with it. Really, an honor and a well use of my time."

[M] "Did you know that the NOL was really pissed off about that interview?"

[TR] "Oh, were they now?"

[M] "Yes they were Terry! I was also asked to say that, but I don't know why!"

[TR] "Well, I was actually hoping you could provide more information than the feelings of an international paramilitary organization. Isn't this... your kind of event?"

[M] "I am offended by that comparison, Terry, after all the times on your show. See, this is why I have to repeat things to you! I don't do Pro Wrestling! I do Vale Tudo. It's very, very different!"

[TR] "Well, I am sure with your Vale Tudo background, and my ability to make accurate observations of my surroundings, we can make quite a team."

[M] "That's right Terry!"

[TR] "So I understand this is called the Pit Of Pain, is that right Marduk?"

[M] "As a matter of fact, Terry, it is called the Pit O' Pain! The f is fucking silent Terry, it doesn't make any sound."

[TR] "I see."

[M] "How they are doing it, as I understand from reading the brochure, is that it's an endless fight. Some asshole goes in, called a Pit Boss, and a guy shows up, and beats them up, and then-"

[TR] "And then they become the pit boss?"

[M] "Holy shit don't fucking interrupt me Terry. No, they don't become a pit boss too. The scoring here is just like a regular fight. A Pit Boss goes down, they get a win points, and a new one is brought in. If they lose? Then they get the loss, and get the hell out."

[TR] "Oh, so it's kind of a punching bag where the wrestlers can come over, if they can't make their matches."

[M] "Kinda, except these punching bags punch back! And also are people, not bags Terry. For someone who is supposed to make observations, you are not doing a very good job."

[TR] "Yes. Quite."

[M] "Anyways I was thinking of taking my adventures with the NOL, and putting them in a comic series. I am thinking of calling them 'Craig Marduk Investigates.' I got these sample comics if you are-"

[TR] "Oh look Marduk, here comes the first pit boss!"


COMBATSYS: [The Pogues - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda] The drone of folk punk music rattles out, as instrumentals and lyrics mingle in the bleakest cynicism. A round, hairy brute of a man strides to the edge of the ring. Dressed with feathered shoulder pelts and wearing a sheepshead as a mask, he drops down into the Pit O' Pain. Hurling off his mask, the blond man sticks his tongue out. "I's gonna slaughter you like a hawg!' He calls out. Alexander the Grater has arrived, READY TO SLAM!

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COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater has joined the fight here on the top side.

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[TR] "Well, he looks like your kind of fighter, Marduk.

[M] "What the hell does that mean Terry? Is that some kind of racist crack against Australians?"

[TR] "You're Australian?"

[M] "Yes, Terry, can't you tell by my accent?"

[TR] "That's Australian?"


[Alexander The Grater] "That shaw is, pardner!"


[ATG] "Shaw thang, Y'all!"

[T] "I- I'm Sorry, but-"

[M] "Apology accepted Terry!"

[T] "Y- yes? Yes. Thank you Marduk."

[M] "You're welcome Terry!"

[T] "So we are just waiting for a challenger to show up, and just start attacking him?"

[M] "That's right Terry! Really anybody, or a whole bunch of people! THey can just come in, even if we are not around, or even if Alexander isn't around, and just pose and attack him!"

[T] "That... doesn't make sense, Marduk. We are supposed to be stuck here the entire... entire slam tournament, how can we not be here."

[M] "I know it doesn't, but it says here on the script I need to tell that to the audience out there!"

[T] "Yes. Quite."


COMBATSYS: [ CFO$ - The Rising Sun ] Lights all throughout the arena blink off, soon followed by the raspy opening notes of an electronic cello. Thick puffs of fog waft teasingly up through the darkness as the violins begin to chant, and then, with a sliding call of strings and a sudden explosion of pyrotechnics, the lights flash back on to reveal the man himself already waiting inside the ring! The Iron Mystic is READY, TO, SLAM!!!

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Elevated high above the arena, above the roof, above even the Pit O' Pain itself, Noboru Miyama stands with one foot braced upon a support strut and the other on the side of a camera boom, holding his balance amidst the tangle of lights and broadcasting equipment. Up this high the chaos of the arena is a distant roar, swallowed by the endless expanse of the blue sky that yawns above him, nothing but sky and ocean surrounding the complex as far as the eye can see.
Tipping his head back, breathing slow and centered, Noboru maintains his inner emptiness, allowing the chi of the world to flow through him as if he were not there. And, perhaps in a sense, he is not. If anyone were to look into the tangle of rigging where he now stands they would see nothing out of the ordinary. No singular presence or being worthy of drawing the eye.
Below, the rasping chant of violins fill the pit, fog wafting up from below to swirl throughout the nearly empty space. There is but one man located below. One target.
Letting his breath out in a long, calming stream, Noboru brings his feet together and drops through the rigging, glancing down to focus in upon the top of Alexander's unfortunate head.
Pyrotechnics detonate in a blast of smoke and fire, and from the audience's point of view the Iron Mystic seems to appear out of nowhere, robes flapping as he swoops in from above to deliver a stomping heel to the back of the Butcher's skull.

COMBATSYS: Noboru successfully hits Alexander the Grater with Cascade.
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Alexander notices something, far too late.

Glancing up from the Pit O Pain, the hairy Aussie squints up at the descending figure. He actually needs a moment to understand that yes, someone was descending down. He squints up, scratching his head. And then, the eyes go wide. His jaw slack. "OH OH OH NO!" He bellows out as he brings his arms up. But it was far too late now. The Iron Mystic was here.

Coming down with the ultimate slam, of all slams

The very arena groans, beyond the pick, as the arrival of the Iron Mystic comes down to -promptly- stomp Alexander the Grater straight into the bottom of the pit. The mats are scattered and destroyed; hands on the side come over to heap more into the pit. Alexander moans and groans in agony, as he struggles to seize the challenger on him, or around him. There, he would struggle to flip him off, to scoop him up by his knees, and -hurl- him straight into the walls of the pit, bellowing in the gentle Aussie tongue.

"What the Sam Hill is going on?!"

COMBATSYS: Noboru blocks Alexander the Grater's Audacious Slam.

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Landing with one rope-bound foot planted on the back of Alexander's head and the other against one of the scattered mats that were blown back by the impact, the Iron Mystic glances down toward the man pinned beneath him, golden-brown hair hanging around his face, and lets out a rumbling 'hrrrm' from beneath his tattered ninja mask. He seems, less than impressed.
Still, if wrestlers are good at any one thing, it is taking damage. Recovering more quickly than the mystic had expected, the Butcher manages to get a hand on the leg pinning his head to the ground and yank him forward, the tattered section of mat his other foot is braced against coming along with him for some reason.
Scooped off his feet and thrown, the muscular Shinobi releases the bit of mat clinched between his toes and turns through the air, left fist lashing out to strike the oncoming wall of the pit with a resounding 'WWWWWHAM!' The force of the blow is great enough that a good sized dent is pounded into the side of the arena, the entirety of his forward momentum halted.
Lifting his fist away from the wall, the Iron Mystic clinches it hard enough to make all of his knuckles pop with a rattling series of snaps. As he does so he turns slowly around to face Alexander, fist still up and mismatched gaze staring full into the face of the other man.
He seems, confident.

COMBATSYS: Noboru focuses on his next action.

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Confidence was vital in the Pit O Pain.

Alexander was a large man, and a butcher by trade. SLAMFEST 2020 was the home of many large men, and Alexander was far from the most dangerous of them. But he was the first Pitboss, and he would be a sign of the times that would come. His counter-attack was clumsy, but strong. As Noboru makes the impact, a fresh heap of mats come down, to act as feeble barriers for the pit. "Oh, so you think you can come in here, and make trouble? Well y'all come in here for a Pit BBQ. "


The big boy wrestler comes hurtling deep in with a staggering right cross, lunging in to waiting Iron Mystic. He was going to slam him against the wall again, and this time, corner him. And once he got him there?

He was going to -really- bring the pain in.

COMBATSYS: Noboru interrupts Knuckle Gust from Alexander the Grater with Calm the Storm EX.

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Alexander might be a big man used to fighting bigger men. But the Iron Mystic is a big man used to fighting faster men, stronger men, men who shoot magic lasers, and demons from the darkest depths of the human psyche. Perhaps neither fighter are the top dog of their trade, but the Mystic does have one thing going for him.
Focus. That unrelenting, singular drive that has pushed him to his limits fighting literal gods and monsters.
While the Butcher rants, the Shinobi uncurls his fist and stands up straight. Drawing in a long, chest-expanding breath, he rolls his arms out wide in an expansive circular gesture, before bringing his rope-bound hands in to press gently together before his chest, as if gathering in the air around him to hold between his palms. And there he stands, palms together, feet shoulder-width apart, and impassive blue eye focused upon the oncoming wrestler with only the vaguest sort of interest.
The Butcher strikes.
The Mystic is faster.
Even as the opening punch is thrown, the Shinobi uncoils forward with explosive power, right foot stomping down and torso twisting to throw all of his considerable weight and much more considerable strength behind a single, right-handed palm strike to the center of Alexander's chest. The bigger man's fist still manages to crash into his masked jaw, rocking his head slightly to the side, but that impact is followed by the full force of the Mystic's response roaring through him, sending the butcher hurtling back across the pit likely to smash into the wall on the other side.

And the arena shakes again.

"OI!" Alexander states, his accent slipping. He was gasping for air, breathing hard, breathing fast, breathing... just to breath. He couldn't hold himself up, as he leans against the wall. Everything... everything hurt. He was stunned, dazed even. But in his fatigue, his gasping breath, his fatigue, he just turns around to face the Iron Mystic. "Did you come here to DIE!?" He roars, his face bloodied over his beard. Spit and gore come out with teeth, as he pounds his chest.

"Or did you come YESTERDAY!?"

Alexander the Grater comes stampeding back towards the Iron Mystic, hands out. He was slow, he was in pain, and he could barely get himself going. BUt he had the honor of the Pit to uphold. And leaning back, he lunging in with his foot, attempting to drive his boot straight into the Iron Mystic's chest. It was a reckless move. But he had to be reckless.

Before it was too late.

COMBATSYS: Noboru blocks Alexander the Grater's Big Boot.

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The taunts, the posturing, and the bad jokes break upon the Iron Mystic's impassive countenance without even a flicker of expression. Perhaps that is his shtick, the silent power house who's actions speak louder than his words. Or maybe he's just not much of a talker. Hard to say. The Muscle Bomber tournament brings in a pretty odd crowd.
Stepping away from the wall, the Shinobi ghosts forward without a sound, moving with the silent intent of a shadow despite his bulk. And when the other man charges, boot swinging up toward the hairy expanse of his scarred chest, he meets it with the same cool efficiency that he has everything else.
Right hand coming up to slap hard into the bottom of Alexander's boot, he halts the running kick eight inches from his chest, abnormally strong fingers curling around to try and secure a good grip on the unfortunate man's foot. If he can get that grip he will jerk the big man forward by it, guiding his leg around his body, and send his left fist blurring up into a single, slobber-knocker of a punch squarely into the right side of the bearded fellow's jaw.
Pay back for the one he suffered earlier?
Then, and only then will the Shinobi take two steps back and pivot away, using his grip on the bottom of the Butcher's boot to swing him up and over his head to smash down heavily to earth on his other side.

COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater interrupts Uproot from Noboru with Jumping Powerbomb.

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Well it took all kinds in the ring.

Alexander The Grater was giving it his all. Yes, there was no points involved for him. The only reward was the glory of the SLAM. As his boot is deflected, the Savage fighter sticks his tongue out, a grotesque expression spreading across his face. "Yeah.... Yeah..." He growls, as he sees Noboru rebound back for the payback. Noboru slams his fist into his jaw, electing a purr from the wrestler. And when the Iron Mystic makes his pivot?

He was working with him.

Any professional wrestler knows what's coming when your opponent works with you on your throw. As the Iron Mystic scoops him up, he almost seems to go with the slam. As he comes up, the hands snap down, as if he was snatching a jambuck to put in his tuckerbag. Ripping Noboru up into the air, the duo comes into a total clusterfuck of a slam... with Noboru underneath. The powerbomb comes crashing down, with Noboru underneath it, and the wily wrestler rolling off, snarling behind his bloodied beard.

"That was a hella good time, y'all!"

One moment, everything is going exactly to plan and the Butcher is lifting off into the air, half way toward being slammed. The next, the Iron Mystic feels hands hooking under his arms and his muscles tense, toes grabbing at the floor a fraction too late. Hauled into the air and whirled about in a messy tumble with the bearded man, he is driven back down to earth shoulders first, the weight of his hefty opponent adding extra power to the landing. The force of the slam sets the rooftop ring to rattling, floor bouncing beneath them while a grunt of mingled effort and pain escapes from beneath the Shinobi's mask.
Alexander rolls away, jabbering as always, and Noboru explodes to his feet, rising with such speed and ferocity that he seems to shoulder reality out of his god damn way more than flow gracefully as a ninja typically might. Rounding upon the Butcher with the same cool focus he has shown up to now, calm and utterly unruffled, he takes two quick steps and lunges down to try and grip the other man by the back of the skull. Only if he can secure the grip will he haul the bigger man to his feet, steering him around by the grip on his head, and bum rush him across the ring at a dead run to ram him face-first into the wall of the pit with a roof-shuttering SLAM.

COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater barely endures Noboru's Audacious Slam.

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"Here it comes..."

The growl comes as Alexander steadies himself out, waiting for the Iron Mystic to descend on him. He wasn't the most wild wrestler, but he was rude, crude and brutal. He wanted to see how he would get slammed next. In this case? He comes along with Noboru's massive impact into the wall. Even when he was gritted against the impact, however, it was almost enough to send him hurtling.


The impact leaves an indentation, the mats doing little to stop the impact. Battered and reeling, Alex still forces himself to lash out both hands for Noboru. Should he grip the Iron Mystic, he would spin, spin, spin, before letting go, letting him sail up into the air over the mouth of the pit, and then, dropping back down inside it.


COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater dazes Noboru with Tornado Slam!

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Caught off guard by the speed of the retaliation, the Iron Mystic has just hauled Alexander back as if to smash his face into the wall for a second time when strong hands snag the front of his robe and he is jerked off of his feet for the third time today. Hair flowing, robe flapping, the big ninja is spun around and around, brow beginning to furrow in annoyed confusion as his brain attempts to compensate for the sickening lurch of disorientation. The strain on his robe causes the material to begin to tear, sections coming apart at the shoulders until, suddenly, he tears free of the Butcher's grip leaving him holding nothing but a double fist full of cloth.
Fortunately for the Shinobi, this means he is free.
Unfortunately for the shinobi, rather than flying up out of the pit he rockets upward at a shallow angle and hammers into the edge of the pit at top speed, cratering the wall and causing the entire structure to lurch sideways.
Dazed and a little out of it from the impact, the Mystic falls free of the wall only to crash down heavily on his back, good eye gazing up toward the cameras that now spin and dance before him.
Half grunt, half growl, the sound that escapes the downed ninja is deep and grinding like stones troubling down a mountainside. Slamming one fist against the ground he lurches upright, toes digging into the arena floor for balance, and pans his gaze around until it falls on the still shifting and blurring vision of Alexander.
There is no hesitation.
Launching himself toward the feathery man with all the power his muscular frame can produce, he closes the distance in a sprint, forcing the ground to stay beneath him and his vision to stay clear by sheer strength of will. Composed, focused, he lunges forward the last 5 feet in a dashing punch, shoulders rotating, right fist blurring forward and down toward the Butcher's prodigious gut with boulder-shattering force.

COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater blocks Noboru's Fault Line.

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There it was.

Momentum crawling back, an opportunity ripped open. The moment the Iron Mystic goes up in the air, the bloodied, battered Butcher had his chance. He gives a nasty chuckle as the avalanche comes down, hitting the wall. There is a lurch, as the pool threatens to fall over. Stagehands scramble, trying to get struts as they desperately fight to keep the Pit intact. But Alex leans carefully, keeping his balance as he just takes in the stunned and reeling Iron Mystic. Tongue out, eyes wild, he was looking at him like a young lamb in the moonlight, ready to get sheered, cooked, and eaten.

But the Iron Mystic wasn't a lamb.

The ninja comes rioting in, bringing his whole force into the massive bruiser. The smile is gone, and the wrestler brings both of his hands forward. Catching the fist with both hands, he doesn't even succeed in stopping the impact. He just disperses it, across his arms, shoulders, knees, feet, and as he comes rioting backwards, to hit the pool on the -opposite- side, his back as well. Groaning in pain, the pit lurches again, threatening to tip over the pit on the -other- side. A bruise was forming on his gut, but, but. It wasn't enough. And now, The Butcher was leering again. "Oi, boy."

"You made a whoopsie doodle."

Alexander suddenly brings a hand around, an open faced slap. And another. And another. A barrage of slaps come out, over and over, trying to drive the ninja back with a fierce barrage. He was driving back, driving hard to send the Iron Mystic back and back. An inglorious finisher, but a signature one for the feathered fiend. ALl while he chortles. "Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Butcher Man,"

"Roast Me A Pig As Fast AS You Can!"

COMBATSYS: Noboru blocks Alexander the Grater's Patty Cake Slap.

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The world continues to whirl around Noboru as the follow through of his punch drives the butcher back, planting the larger man against the wall and giving the Mystic just enough time to real back a step, searching in vane for his lost baring's.
Oh, there they are.
Alexander's opening slap catches the shinobi cleanly across his masked face, snapping his head sharply to one side. It's not much of a punch, but there is enough stinging bite behind it to scatter the cobwebs from his mind, the world firming up around him.
The second slap is caught out of the air by Noboru's rope-bound hand, fingers tightening painfully around the wrist. The third slap is caught just as deftly, both men locked in place for a moment as they strain muscle against muscle. And then, Noboru's Right foot swings up in an attempt to slam hard into the big man's gut and thrust him away, sending him back toward the wall and opening up just enough space for the muscular shinobi to begin to focus.
If he can open that gap, the Iron Mystic will slam his foot back to earth with a resounding BOOM, right fist clinched tightly at his side. Mismatched eyes focused squarely on the Butcher, he will raise his fist to chest height, posture flexing, muscles standing out sharply beneath his torn robe. With every inch the fist rises the gravity of it seems to grow, potential energy building around it with a physical presence. Pouring all of his will, all of his focus into one, singular blow, the shinobi brings his fist to chin height, pauses...
And explodes forward in a roar of motion, fist rearing back, then ripping forward with near unstoppable momentum toward the exact center of Alexander's chest. This is not the blow meant to strike a man's weak spots. This is no well timed attack to slip around a guard, or counter a tricky opponent. This is the type of blow that can shatter mountainsides. Hopefully, Alexander the Grater is tougher than a mountain.

COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater interrupts Crag Breaker from Noboru with Tornado Toss.

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The rhythm of the slap is rough.

ALternating slaps, he advances forward, unable to land more than one. He needed an opening. But when the ninja slams a leg up into his gut, he gives a pained 'oof' as he staggers backwards, slamming into the wall. It was space, and the boom comes. Alexander's eyes go wide for a moment, before that sneer intensifies. He doesn't hesitate: he hurls himself forward at the Iron Mystic in tandem with explosion of force. The punch arches; the wrestler actually turns as the blow comes straight for the chest. It 'grazes' in the sense that it tears across. The Butcher was no mountain, and a streak of blood rips across his chest, the pure force rending it apart. A rib is broken, and pain seizes him. But now, The Butcher was past the fist.

And the wrestler slams through.

Ripping through the pure power of the Iron Mystic, Alexander the Grater seizes the ninja. Gripping him, he breathes hoarsely as he whirls around, spinning once. And there, he hurls Noboru away with a whirlwind, not quite sending up over the lip of the pit this time, but hurling him straight into the side of the pit. His body was burning, his lungs burning. But the Butcher throws his arms in the air, letting his tongue loll. Body bleeding, face bleeding, as he hoarsely roars.


Noboru can feel it as his knuckles tear through the big man's chest, even a glancing blow from his oncoming fist threatening to tear the man asunder. If the strike had landed cleanly he would have pulled it, spared the man an actual life-threatening injury. But as it turns out, such those are only hubris.
Managing to slip passed the oncoming blow, Alexander grabs the ninja from behind and whips him into another tight spin, whirling him around and hurling him into the wall with a heavy THUD. It is nowhere near as big an impact as before, but still enough to leave the big man crumpled against the side of the pit, shaggy head bowed forward and breath escaping with a pained grunt. There is a large dent in the wall behind the ninja's head, the second time he's suffered a concussive blow in the last hand full of seconds, and he can feel the darkness at the edge of his vision trying to drag him down.
Bracing a flattened palm against the wall, Noboru shoves himself upright, head still bowed, and takes a staggering step toward Alexander. Then, stride firming, he plants his forward foot and lunges, right hand flattening out into a knife-edged strike as he lifts it overhead, then brings it cleaving down toward the center of the Butcher's body, aiming for face, chest, whichever he can hit as he ploughs forward into a stumble, sags, and collapses to one knee, left hand thudding to the ground to try and hold him up.

COMBATSYS: Noboru can no longer fight.

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A moment later, the last of the darkness rolls in to claim the shinobi, and he collapses forward onto his face with a heavy THUD.

COMBATSYS: Noboru successfully hits Alexander the Grater with Split the Peak.

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It's while Alexander is horking it up to the crowd, when the Iron Mystic comes behind.

The Butcher was throwing up devil horns, tongue out. And then, turning, his eyes go wide as Noboru takes his step. No, not his step at this point. A -lunge- as he brings the chop down. Alexander turns, trying to catch the cutting slice. But it's too late. A full forced blow comes upon his head, sending the bloodied wrestler straight down to the mats. He lays there, beside the Iron Mystic, sitting in his own blood. And there, he gives his last words, before passing out.

"I bithe my tongue."

!!!!!####****************IRON MYSTIC VERSUS ALEXANDER THE GRATER****************####!!!!!

*** D K O ***

COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater takes no action.

COMBATSYS: Alexander the Grater can no longer fight.


[TR] "WEll, that was quite a show!"

[M] "I gotta say, Terry, I was disappointed with my fellow Aussie there."

[TR] "I thought he was very... very charismatic. "

[M] "Oh, he was damn funny, especially when he was sticking his tongue out. I just hoped he was going to make more farting sounds, Terry!"

[TR] "Quite."

[M] "What my point is, though, and why I feel really strong about SLAMFEST, Terry, is that the Iron Mystic was fantastic. Like when he came down, and BOOM! And he just kept slamming the pool around. "

[TR] "Really? I am surprised you thought so."

[M] "Well to be honest, Terry, I have a strong theory that the Iron Mystic was actually Noboru, from King of Fighters."

[TR] "That's quite a theory you have, Marduk."

[M] "Thank you Terry! I have been researching King Of Fighters, so I can be prepared for my opponents when I team up with Abigail for our King of Fighters tournament!"

[TR] "Yes. Quite. Now Marduk, who won this fight? I assume our girthy friend Alexander, correct?"

[M] "That is not correct, Terry, but in fact the opposite of correct, which is wrong! It is a double KO, a very common occurrence in Vale Tudo! Fighters like the Iron Mystic definitely liven up the boring ass sport of Pro Wrestling, and introduce new dimensions and shit to the... the... thing.

[TR] "I can see they are removing the two fighters now, and reinforcing the pit... and it looks like new mats, how nice. Will they clean out the blood, you think?

[M] "Nah, probably not. Who is the next Pitboss, Terry?'

[TR] "I believe it is El Fuerte? Wait, no, it is some other El... El Stingray?"

[M] "That's really fucking racist, Terry."

[TR] "My apologies, Marduk, I really don't know all these wrestlers like you do!"

[M] "That's why I'm the expert here, Terry!"


COMBATSYS: [Ricky Martin - Livin' la Vida Loca] The shirtless masked lucha in blue tights suddenly flips around the edge of the pit. Circling around the edge, he plays up to the crowd, swiftly circling the full mouth once. Then, with a 720 flip, he backvaults into the pit, landing straight in the center, arms up in a V-position. El Stingray has arrived in the Pit O Pain, ready to SLAM!

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El Stingray      0/-------/-------|

It was time. Time for The Great Oni to show up in the new tournament being held to show it isn't a powerful, oversized wrestler with more brawn than brain that would win this tournament, but the swift and cunning wrestle that would come out on top. The Great Oni certainly planned on being that man and he was ready for his first match only to find out not only was he here to make a display of his skill, but an old rival as well. ".....he is here....and didn't even tell me!?"

Quickly the Demon of Sobriety made sure to find out where El Stringray would show. His match be damned for the time being. This was more important as he had to make sure El Stingray remembered who was the better wrestler of the two. El Stingray has arrived and it is not long before another enters the Pit O Pain.

Ningen Isu's 'Namahage' begins to play as smoke billows out. The Japanese wrestler emerges wearing a wooden mask with a devilish grin carved on it and an elegant cape as he stalks forward. He leaps into the Pit O Pain and with a flourish removes the mask and cape to toss them aside. "How DARE you." He says and points to El Stingray. "You show up here to once again try to steal my spotlight. I will not have it."

Quickly he springs into action to quickly close the gap on his rival and he brings a hand back to deliver a mighty, challenging backhand chop hard across the luchador's chest.

COMBATSYS: Great Oni enters the arena, to the roar of the crowd!

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El Stingray      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0        Great Oni

COMBATSYS: El Stingray blocks Great Oni's Light Chop.

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El Stingray      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0        Great Oni

"The Great Oni!?"

El Stingray blurts out as he looks up. Staring up at his rival up from the pit, he shifts his footing. There is little time to react. "Santa Madre de Dios!" He exclaims as he catches the chop with both arms. Staggering backwards, he gives space to let the Japanese wrestler in. "This pit is for only legitimate challengers! Not for pompous poseurs like yourself, amigo!"

ANd he lunges.

Turning around with stunning agility, he sweeps in a circle. Coming for behind, the wrestler moves to reverse the grips; attempting to seize up a grapple from behind the Great Oni, to get him in a quick triangle-lock before worrying him side to side. He would then break the grapple by shoving him away, knocking him to the other side of the pit... and launching up in the air himself!


COMBATSYS: El Stingray successfully hits Great Oni with Tie-up Lock.

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El Stingray      0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0        Great Oni

"You call me pompous! You should look in the mirror you masked buffoon!"

The Great Oni looks to shift his weight and turn away to avoid the grasp of El Stingray, but he seems to misjudge the speed of the luchador and in a rather embarassing manner he is grappled and maneuvered about before being knocked away where he goes into a forward roll and pops back to his feet. "Hah.....that it?"

He reaches up to flip his hair while turning back about. "I see you still as fast as ever, but it won't be enough to take me down. Be in awe of my majestic brilliance and prepare yourself!" He quickly rushes forward. This time launching himself upwards to leap forward towards El Stingray with both hands raised. What looks like it is going to be a double axe handle is instead a ruse. He is hoping El Stingray is distracted enough not to be ready for the green mist that The Great Oni spits out right in his face.

COMBATSYS: El Stingray dodges Great Oni's Demon Mist.

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El Stingray      0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0        Great Oni

"I would tell you to look in -your- mirror, you arrogant miscreant!"

The rebuttal comes as El Stingray takes up into the air. The agile lucha was swift, quickly taking the air after his break away. But in turn, the Great Oni matched his speed measure for measure! As he lifts up, readying the chop, the wily lucha saw through the trick for what it was. As the mist is blasted forward, the lucha falls backwards, letting the blast pass just over his mask with a caustic hiss. Landing roughly on his back, he flips up on his feet... and then again, into a flipping forward kick, aiming to land a launching kick right on his head!

"But you'd see nothing, you talentless vampire!"

COMBATSYS: Great Oni fails to interrupt Spiral Moon from El Stingray with Cyclone Kick.
+=+=!= Power Slam! =!=+=+

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El Stingray      0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0        Great Oni

The kick was coming in. It is a move El Stringray has used many times before. It is a move he has used many times before when fighting The Great Oni in fact. That is why the Japanese wrestler was more than confident on dealing with it. He waited and waited before looking to leap up and intercept that kick with one of his own.

The problem is he waited too long and before his own kick could connect the foot of El Stingray plants firmly into the side of Oni's head and disrupts the whole plan the man had. He crumples hard onto the ground for a moment then scrambles to his feet. His hand reaches up to push his massive head of hair out of his face and he has a very big frown across his features.

This was not exactly how he expected things to go. It had been some time since the two crossed paths. Had he just lost a step against his rival? No, he will be fine. In his mind this is just the babyface in peril spot before he makes his comeback. "Is that all you got? Perhaps you should go back to cooking instead of wrestling. I bet El Fuerte is a better cook than you at this point!"

"How -DARE- you AMIGO!?"

El Stingray could handle a volume of insults from his rival. Even as his kick lands, he should have momentum. But the japanese wrestler had to go and not only insult him, but even compare him to El Fuerte! Landing firmly on his feet, before giving a bounce, his whole body shakes as he throws an accusing finger at the Great Oni. "My tamales are worth a dozen of that buffoon's own!" El Stingray spits on the mats, shaking his head as he raises a finger... to shake in tandem.

"But nothing compares to your mother's -sushi!-"

The lucha lunges in, attempting to seize up the Great Oni into a quick arm grab. From there, carefully placing his hand on the other wrestler's hip to ensure he doesn't get jerked too badly out of it, he attempts to send the Great Oni right towards the wall of the Pit O Pain, to set up a true lucha follow-up.


COMBATSYS: Great Oni blocks El Stingray's Irish Whip.

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El Stingray      0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0        Great Oni

And he accomplished what he had hoped to do. The luchador was thrown off his game even if just for a moment. Enough that hopefully The Great Oni would have time to think of a good way to take the other wrestler down and score the pin. There is just a bit of a grin when El Stingray tries to insult him in return.

He is gripped and he is swung about, but he manages to mostly stall his momentum keep from going into the wall. He is also close enough that once he breaks the grip he is easily in striking distance. "Did I hit a nerve? Your insults even got cold as one of your burritos."

He then twists about and almost looks to fall backwards. His leg coming up as he looks to just pele kick El Stingray right in the head and hopefully finally get himself some sort of momentum while the luchador is all worked up.

COMBATSYS: El Stingray fails to interrupt Short Kick from Great Oni with Jalapeno Comet.

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El Stingray      0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0        Great Oni

He didn't need a clean set.

El Stingray didn't quite get the set up he wanted. But no matter. He wasn't going to let the Great Oni throw him off his game. And the moment he drops down, he gets ready to launch head-first, right into the Great Oni.

But he insulted his burritos.

Anger burns for the wrestler, and at the wrong time too. As he launches through the air, his head is met with a single kick, goomba stomping him out of his assault. Crashing to the ground, the lucha moans in pain. "Santa Maria!"

"How dare you!"

"Oh I dare!" comes the response from The Great Oni as he gets back to his feet. He has much more work to do, but at least has found an opening. Keeping up the pressure now is the key part as he doesn't want to give El Stingray a moment to recover at all.

He comes forward with arms raised looking as if he wants the luchador to meet him with a test of strength, but then he leaps upwards and looks to flip about and land behind El Stingray and quickly lock his arms arount he waist of the smaller wrestler.

"The self doubt. The anger I can feel. You are red under the mask because you know I tell the truth. You have been surpassed by not a luchador, but a lunchador." He tries to heft up El Stingray drop him head first with a German suplex.

COMBATSYS: El Stingray full-parries Great Oni's Little Tokyo!!

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El Stingray      0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0        Great Oni

Was this the end?

East vs West, the Mexican style versus the Japanese one. The lucha found himself off-balanced, and easy prey for the greatest Japan had to offer. But as hands come up, ready to challenge him, the lucha stares out from behind his mask, his rage impossible to conceal. He wouldn't go for the challenge of strength, no. He was charging straight into him, but there would be no challenge!

El Stingray knocks aside the grasping hands of the rival wrestler, tumbling under the hands. There, he quickly perks up, reversing himself to come to the opposite side of the Great Oni. Quickly lashing his hands out, he moves to grasp at both of the Great Oni's arms by each of them wrists. "At least I comb my hair, you bouffant baboon!" Using them as a leverage out, he would climb with his legs up the Japanese wrestler, and there, make the leverage point to kick the Great Oni up and off, flipping him over his legs as he falls into a tumble, to send him slamming into the walls of the pit!


COMBATSYS: El Stingray successfully hits Great Oni with Monkey Flip EX.
+=+=!= Power Slam! =!=+=+

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El Stingray      0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1        Great Oni

"I have to use a brush. Combs would get lost! Not all of us are bald-IIIING AIEE!"

Arguing while wrestling never goes well. The grapple attempt is quickly reversed and El Stingray does well to use The Great Oni's momentum against him. Instead of the luchador being dropped on his head he is the one flipping Oni upwards and over to where he slams back first into the wall of the pit with a rather sickening slap of skin meeting hard surface before he crumps onto the ground of the pit again.

Slowly he gathers himself as he gets back to his feet. He looks annoyed and he does his best to look composed. Has his rival surpassed him? Was he so blind thinking he has improved to not notice he has fallen behind in reality. "I still have the overall victory. I'll give you this one." He isn't giving anything. He was beaten and he is doing his best to save face. This just made him realize he has much more training to do.

He leaps high up and turns about to grip the top of the pit's wall and hoist himself upwards. He glances down and does his best to do a stoic pose though the makeup is very smudged and his hair is a mess. "Let it be known the The Mysterious Budo shows mercy today!" He takes a deep breath and unleashes a puff of mist once more before jumping away. He has much work to do. This tournament isn't going to be as simple as he thought.

COMBATSYS: Great Oni has left the fight here.

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El Stingray      0/-------/--=====|


[TR] "What a strange match, I would say."

[M] "You would say that, Terry!"

[TR] "I... I did say that."

[M] "Yes you would!"

[TR] "I'm sorry, why would you say I would say that?"

[M] "Well, because you would!"

[TR] "Is there any reason why you would think I would say that?"

[M] "Yes!"

[TR] "And that reason would be...?"

[M] "Becuase you would say that, Terry!"

[TR] "... You know, my doctor said that these migraines would go away naturally, if I stopped having these conversations with you."

[M] "Well he would say that!"

[TR] "Okay, I guess that El Stingray is just leaving, and making a, a, a flippy floopsy upside-downer to get out. Did you think I would say that, Marduk?"

[M] "Yes!"

[TR] "Now you are just making it up!"

[M] "I am not, Terry, I am just being a professional! Anyways, we got some King Rasta coming up in here."

[TR] "That actually sounds like a somewhat offensive name, Marduk, are you sure?"

[M] "Definately, Terry. It says right here that King Rasta Mon lived peacefully in the mountains of the Dominican Republic, until he was discovered by civilization."

[TR] "I'm sorry is- that's not really his backstory, is it?"

[M] "All right here. He studies the Human Language, which I assume is English, by watching cartoons!"

[TR] "Marduk, please, I will get a citation from the BBC if you keep explaining this wrestler."

[M] "He has a monkey manager named Freak, who is very smart! He's right here!"

[Freak] *tips hat, and adjusts suit*

[TR] "..."

[M] "Freak understand Human Language, which I assume is English, but he also understands Chinese, Japanese, and French, which I assume is not Human Language. But what's better, he doesn't watch cartoons to understand English. In fact, would you believe he watches the Terry Rogers Show to understand English?

[F] *pats Marduk on the shoulder, and gives Terry a thumbs up*

[TR] "..."

[M] "That's your show Terry!"


COMBATSYS: [Guns N' Roses - Welcome To The Jungle] The shirtless brown-haired wild-man in green and orange tights suddenly scrambles on all fours around the edge of the pit. On his shoulder, is a monkey in a suit and a fedora. Stopping to let the monkey leap off his shoulder, the wildman pounds his chest like a gorilla. Then, with a front roll, he tumbles into the pit, landing straight in the center, sticking his arms up into a dolphin position. King Rasta Mon has arrived in the Pit O Pain, ready to SLAM!

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King Rasta       0/-------/-------|

The Dragon Fighter J-Dragon had chosen to go into the pit rather than compete in his match this time around. Why? Well, it is a Darkstalker. And not one he trusts who he found out he's partnered with among other things. So, he heads into the pit. Looking around before he enters the ring, the already costumed teenager doesn't wait long before he jumps into the ring from the floor no less, and catapults himself at King Rasta!

COMBATSYS: Koto enters the arena, to the roar of the crowd!

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King Rasta       0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Koto

COMBATSYS: King Rasta endures Koto's Flying Bulldog.

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King Rasta       0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0             Koto

King Rasta is slow to break from his dynamic pose.

As the teenager comes tumbling in, the wildman turns around, and squints at the boy. Scratching his head, he just -assumes- that he can just bodyblock it with his enormous chest. But King Rasta proves he is no Mai. As the Dragon Fighter J-Dragon comes colliding in, the wrestler's eyes bug out as he takes the full slam hard, choking as he puffs out his cheeks and gags. Staggering back into the wall of the pit, he manages to not lose his footing... or his balance. And when he recovers?

He doesn't look so goofy.

"I'mma gonna lick your face, before I peel it off, Mon!" He snarls, a catchphrase from the well beloved cartoon series "Nightmare Marley", a popular Canadian cartoon that lasted a record 3 episodes. The wrestler immediately lunges in, massive mits out to snatch up Koto. Should he get a grip? He would arch his back, and then slam Koto head-first behind him....

in a bridge that would send the J-Dragon right into the wall of the pit!

COMBATSYS: King Rasta successfully hits Koto with German Suplex.

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King Rasta       0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0             Koto

Recovering from the flying bulldog tackle bit, which Koto is pretty inexperienced at doing, the costumed teen ends up grabbed before he can really pull off a good block and slammed backwards. That probably hurts! A lot! Even with the helmet that he wears! Spinning with a roll after the move on his hands, the teen flips over, then gives a feint of a kick before dropping down into a sweep that he turns quickly into a wheeling kick with his other leg. Both sending out the trademark prismatic looking effects that may be attributed to his costume or something as the energy lashes out at Rasa's leg followed by Rasa himself to try to send him flying into the cage.

COMBATSYS: Koto successfully hits King Rasta with Dragon Swings Tail.

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King Rasta       0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0             Koto

Crack the helmet.

Freak the monkey claps his hands from the sidelines, as King Rasta breaks away from his slam. Scratching under his armpit, he staggers away, only just turning around as the teen goes for the feint. King Rasta absolutely falls for it, going for the low block. His reward for it is an immediate punish from the J-Dragon, the prismatic energy cascading over him. "Ugh! What are we going to do tonight, Brain?!" The wrestler babbles out as he is sent into the other side of the pit, smashing against it hard head first. Fortunately, King Rasta doesn't need a helmet. Rolling forward, the wildman seems to not lose momentum as he lurches towards the boy. Palms out, body now burnt and battered, he tries to seize Koto. Should he get a grip? He would pivot, and then send him whipped right towards the opposite side of the pit. All to set up a follow up. "Same thing we do every night, Pinky!"

"Take over the world!"

COMBATSYS: Koto blocks King Rasta's Irish Whip.

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King Rasta       0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1             Koto

The J-Dragon brings a hand up to block the grab by grabbing the other man's wrist. Since it seems like the other man likes to be grabby, the costumed teen slides from an open stance to a more solid one. And brings one hand back. "J-Dragon..."

The part that might worry the larger man is that there's a nice, big freaking effect going on. One that encompasses the teen's clenched fist in a prismatic dragon's head before he goes for a rather massive uppercut aimed at the other man's jaw. "STRIKE!"

The real flashy part is when the prismatic energy launches off after impact, briefly coiling into an Eastern style dragon before it dissipates, albeit with some wings on it. "You know you are talking to yourself, right?" He says towards the larger man, looking a bit curious about that aspect it seems. Whether it's fake or not. He might feel bad if it's not. Maybe.

COMBATSYS: Koto knocks away King Rasta with J-Dragon Strike.

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King Rasta       1/---====/=======|=------\-------\0             Koto

King Rasta was not exactly the brightest bulb on the tree.

As he makes the whip, he actually -quails- in the face of the the shining effects. It is a kind of fire bad thing going on, Terry Rogers is at the side lines looking -awestruck- at how offensive this was. It was like fighting Blanka, except worse. As Koto claims he is talking to himself, that makes the wildman furrow his brow. He tries to muscle through the uppercut that was dragon-powered.

And he is sent right up out of the pit.

He comes back down with a splash, the mats scattering as he groans on impact. The monkey whips his hat around, shrieking. King Rasta moans, lifting his head up, a stunned look on his face. His nose was bloodied. And his face, swelling. Everything hurt. ANd yet, the wildman looks at the J-Dragon. And what does he say to the teenager?

"Because I am the night."

He rises up. Pounding his chest, he suddenly turns red.

"I am vengeance!"

ANd then... he starts flailing his arms around like a bird. And running around the pit like a child, bouncing off the walls as he unleashes the ultimate tantrum, trying to smash past Koto a few times.

"I am... KING RASTA! MON!"

COMBATSYS: Koto blocks King Rasta's Enranged Jungle Fever.

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King Rasta       1/-------/<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0             Koto

The smashing King Rasa has J-Dragon doing his best to block, step, and block again a few times alright. The teenage superhero from Japan finally has enough of it as prismatic light starts to shine under him.

The last time, he moves to block King Rasa and let him go past more of a deflection. "Yeah... well... I'm J-Dragon."

And the next time the big man comes past, Koto is ready as the J-Dragon's costumed leg is envelopped in the prismatic energy before he spins and brings out a very hard hitting round house kick meant to nail the big man's midsection extremely hard. The crack of thunder sounds out from the sheer force of the kick, "THUNDER KICK!"

COMBATSYS: King Rasta interrupts Thunder Kick from Koto with Jungle Fever.
- CRAZY Hit! -

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King Rasta       1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1             Koto

The wild rampage continues, as Koto plays around random angry man in the pit. But there is a problem. King Rasta doesn't actually -stop- his tantrum, as J-Dragon makes his play. For all his mental limitations, and lack of social skills, he seemed to have almost tireless energy as he continues to flail around. When the mystical energy comes, King Rasta seems almost blind to it as he runs -right- into the kick, the full force of the round house slamming right into his gut.

He runs right through, hitting Koto like a Mack Truck.

Stampeding over the teenager, Freak claps in delight, as the wildman stops his tantrum, breathing -hard- as exhaustion and fatigue catches up. "That's... I'm... That's the Bart Man!" He sputters out, beginning to pick his nose with his pinky. "Do the Bart Man!" ANd then, he grunts, grabbing his torso. It was, uh. It was turning a unique shade of purple now. He whimpers, as he rubs his tummy.

"Uh oh!"

Koto spins from the impact, actually getting knocked a few steps despite his move somewhat working. The teenage superhero looks a bit worse for wear from hitting that. But... well, he sees an opening. He's breathing heavy, though. And... he might as well go for it.

"You know what... hey, big guy! Let's see if you can take this!" Koto slides into his stance again. The challenge is made. And Koto crouches a little.

The prismatic energy returns under him before going for both legs and the teenager leaps backwards, using the ropes as a jumping point. The move is a descending axe kick with a second flip as the jaws of the Raijin Ryu attempt to hopefully do a lot more damage than the round house kick by itself. Koto's call of the move is almost lost as "RAIJIN RYU" is heard among the dual thunder claps of the backflipping kick attempt on the second part of the move.

COMBATSYS: Koto issues a challenge!!

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King Rasta       1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1             Koto

COMBATSYS: King Rasta endures Koto's Raijin Ryu but gets knocked away!

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King Rasta       2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0             Koto

Big guy? Take this?

King Rasta turns around, and he -looks- like he was ready for it. He was gunning up. But as that energy builds, there is a look of hesitation. Of -fear-. As Koto leaps off the high ropes of the Pit, his eyes bug out in terror. Freak covers his eyes. And the axe kick comes down, -flooring- King Rasta. And if that wasn't enough? The follow up comes, as the second kick comes, knocking King Rasta to the air.

He doesn't get up as fast this time, on the second fall.

Was it a count? Would there be a count? A 1. A 2. Freak was shrieking, waving his hat again. And King Rasta... -jolts- up. Instantly. And immediately charges straight at Koto...

COMBATSYS: King Rasta can no longer fight.

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Koto             0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: King Rasta successfully hits Koto with Hurrican Flatten.

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Koto             0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Koto takes no action.

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Koto             0/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Koto keeps on fighting!

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Koto             0/-------/=======|

And King Rasta -snatches- the J-Dragon.

Grabbing him, the full stink of the hairy man was in full force. Leering in, King Rasta actually -licks- Koto's face. And then, he leaps into the air. Tumbling over and over, he spins and spins, whipping in a tight ball. Reaching the mouth of the pit, at the apex, he finally kicks down. Launching Koto straight down, he -spikes- the poor teen into the ground, to pound him down. And then, promptly, he lands on top of him. He rebounds off, and stands up for a second. Was it a win for the King Rasta?

No, because he falls right over, face down.

It's a tense moment. A count begins. Were both fighters knocked out? 1. 2....

Koto bounces at least twice from the impact. For a moment or two, it does look like a DKO, until Koto rises upwards. The teenager is still moving. And when he stands up...

He looks over, then raises his hand in a classic victory fist into the air. The teenager's victorious it seems, and the King Rasta has been knocked down as Koto moves to get the pin quickly. No sense in letting that pass up, after all!

Even if Koto's hurting, he at least is trying to do the whole wrestling thing more than a little legitimately in this case.




And that comes the bell. !!!!!####****************J-DRAGON VERSUS KING RASTA****************####!!!!!

*** WINNER ***

*** J-DRAGON***

COMBATSYS: Koto has ended the fight here.


[F] "*excited monkey noises*"

[M] "I can't believe it either! You know, I was totally played the Joker before?"

[F] "*monkey noises in disbelief*"

[M] "See, you understand me Freak! I can see why King Rasta considers you his best friend."

[F] "*bashful bromantic monkey noises*"

[M] "As a matter of fact, I am looking for a new agent. Maybe we can talk later and arrange something, Freak. It looks like your man got slammed though."

[F] "*disappointed monkey noises*"

[M] "It's okay though. I am sure he'll have a rich and fulfilling career after this scene, where he will find himself in many fights and be beloved and popular!"

[F] "*accepting monkey noises*"

[M] "Okay Freak, I hope to see you around again."

[F] "*tips hat, and scrambles off*"

[TR] "..."

[M] "I gotta say Terry, it really opens my eyes that Darkstalkers like Freak can really be acceptable and productive members of society. I mean I guess he is a Darkstalker."

[TR] "..."

[M] "But that's just part of the official NOL policy, that Darkstalkers can be normal and functional members of society, if they follow the rules. You know that there is a fox girl in the NOL who is so polite Terry?"

[TR] "..."

[M] "She also has the bushiest tail, but I can't say that to her, or ask her to touch it, because then I'll get another write up with HR because that's actually considered a form of sexual harrassment, which is a load of bull****, Terry."

[TR] "... Did you- did you understand anything that that Monkey said?"

[M] "I did not Terry, thank you for confirming with me!"

[TR] "Where is the bl***y scotch."

[M] "Next up is Titanic Tim! His gimmick is that, uh, he's big! Well, not the biggest. But big! That's a really clever gimmick, wouldn't you say, Terry?"

[TR] "*is too busy looking for a bottle to respond to Marduk*"

[M] "Ha ha Terry, you -would- say that!"


COMBATSYS: [The Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa] The whole pit rumbles, as the towering Englishman strides out. Dressed in booty jorts and a jean vest, the towering wrestler stands 7"9, the titan nearly able to just step down into the Pit O Pain. Taking a thundering leap down, the whole arena groans. Titanic Tim has entered the Pit O Pain, ready to SLAM!

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Felicia enters the arena, to the roar of the crowd!

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia

And so, after some scheduling mishaps, Felicia winds up in the Pit 'O Pain! It's kind of like the Luck O' the Irish, however Felicia doesn't feel very lucky right now--or in the last week or so, if getting 4 people for a tag team match on a weekend is any indication!

"OH BOY! Are you a friend of Abigail's by any chance?" Felicia grins, clad in her SLAMfest wrestling outfit, consisting of a catwoman fur-patterned leotard and big baby blue wrestling boots, similar to the shade of her hair, with paw-pad embossed soles, of course.

"Lets get this party started, nyohoho~" Felicia gives the giant a running charge, jumping up in the air before throwing down a bouncy chi ball right towards him! Apparently the Catwoman is throwing Tim a curve ball already!

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim blocks Felicia's Rolling Buckler.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Felicia

Titanic Tim -slowly- turns around, at the sound of Felicia's voice.

"Oi, naught Abigail." He drawls in a husky voice, the thick Liverpooler accent dribbling out. As she makes her charge at Tim, the massive wrestler brings his massive arms around. As she turns into a ball, he just... continues on, while moving like a Frankenstein monster. "I'm with me mate Birdie though. You'd be his kind of bird, eh? But you're a cat!" Tim barely even moves, as the full force of Felicia comes stampeding right in.

"Oi!" He grunts.

Rubbing his arms, he turns around, and begins to move. Climbing up on the edge of the Pit a bit, he leaps back, bringing the full force of him across the Pit. He almost could cover the pit, with a bit of imagination. But as he launches off, he attempts to full-force body press down on the catwoman, to slam on her into a makeshift pin.

It was almost a miracle he could even -get- up in the air.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Titanic Tim's Flying Body Press.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0          Felicia

"Cat, but also a woman--either your greatest fear or dream come true," Felicia grinned cheekily, feeling her force stopped by the nearly 8ft tall man's massive bulk--eyes widening in a bit of concern. She'd heard of the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object, but uh--Felicia considered herself far from unstoppable!

<Help~> she might have been thinking, in the back of her mind.

A thought which was likely very well expressed on her face as the massive mountain of man flesh came crashing down on her--nearly squashing this kitty into a blue and white road pizza! She managed to squeeze out from under him however at the last moment.

"Yeah, you and Birdie would get along," Felicia coughs as if she's just been put into a vise. Lurching over onto Tim's back, she attempts to encircle his limbs in a lockup hold.

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim blocks Felicia's Tie-up Lock.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0          Felicia

"Oi, that's a good one!"

Titanic Tim -might- be flattening her. As she wriggles out, he's -very- slow to recover. Lifting his forearm up, he staggers up into a stand, just in time for the cat to go for his arm. She gets... leverage on one arm, sorta. Tim actually staggers around, body taut, as Felicia gets basically full form leverage on him behind him. But he's so -big-, and just tightening his body was enough to keep his other arm from getting pulled around.

And that gets a chuckle out of the big boi.

"Birdie's a good mate. He's been getting in with some tough straits, though." He wriggles in the grip of the cat wrestler, unable to break free, but definitely starting to get some serious discomfort. "I get worried about the bloke. Oi, but you aren't no painted dove for me to bawl over. You're a wrestler, catladywoman!" Titanic Tim begins to take some steps backwards. Backwards. And what excellent technique was he going to do?

He was going to lean back against the wall of the pit, to try and squish Felicia against it.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Titanic Tim's Resting Hold.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0          Felicia

After narrowly avoiding becoming a compressed kitty, Felicia is pulled up with Titanic Tim rising to a stand, with her trying in vain to pull one of his arms back for the lock up position, or at least whatever counts as such in Felicia's world. One must have to admit, it looks pretty hilarious, as Felicia wasn't the tallest or largest female fighter around--her height was kinda average-ish, actually, even for a human woman--it was more the bulk and muscle mass she had, and her hair that made her /look/ bigger. But even despite that she looks dwarfed by the fighter she's competing with here, looking more like a squirrel trying to restrain a bear somehow.

When Tim just leans back down against the barrier she finds herself compressed again--limbs flailing as she spazzes out, hands, feet, and tail included. It's pretty fortunate she's wearing claw caps on her hands, and boots over her feet--both for her and other's protection when focusing on wrestling moves.

Even still, it's hard to take the cat out of the woman, and she begins using her feet to 'rabbit' kick back at the man and try to use leverage to push him back and away!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Titanic Tim with Delta Kick.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0          Felicia

Every little cut was beginning to show the big boi's weakness.

As his crunch comes out, the man's guard, if you can call hulking out a guard, finally breaks. Groaning in pain, he is shoved off, actually sent stumbling by the cat's powerful legs. He was steadying himself again, but at least, a weakness was revealed. The big guy is beginning to get winded; the guy was big, but in comparison to King Rasta, he didn't have the energy. Turning around slowly, he looks at Felicia. "Oi, you're pretty strong! I like it!" He gives a deep breath, and lunges in, massive mitts out to grab Felicia. Should he get a grip?

He would begin to choke that kitty, shaking her all the while.

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim successfully hits Felicia with Titan Slam.
+=+=!= Power Slam! =!=+=+

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1          Felicia

"Eeek!" Felicia tries to scoot back from Titanic Tim, but only manages to get grabbed, veins in her neck corded and bulging from hypertension as she tries to push and wriggle out of the giant man's grip, only managing to issue a cartoonish crunching noise as she's grabbed pulled toward him anyway. Basically still in the man's grasp, she's able to recover her senses and strength for long enough to try and free one of her arms, just long enough to try and bring her fist curled tight in a hammerblow down on Tim's head!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Titanic Tim with Audacious Slam.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1          Felicia

Titanic Tim was smirking, as he loosens his grip.

"Sorry Luv, I guess I don't know my own strength!" But the moment he loosens, it creates the opening for FElicia. The hammerblow comes between his eyes, and he is staggered, dropping the catlady. "Hooragh!" He groans, rubbing his head dully. And there, he frowns. Taking in a deep breath, he lunges in at Felicia. Drawing back a hand, he brings down a great, heavy knife chop, attempting to cleave brutally into Felicia, right on her shoulder.

"That hurt me!"

COMBATSYS: Felicia interrupts Mountain Splitter from Titanic Tim with ES Rolling Buckler.
+=+=!= Power Slam! =!=+=+

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Titanic Tim      1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0          Felicia

"Huuuughh--I'd sure... say you don't," Felicia manages to suck in a huge intake of air after she's able to relieve some of the pressure the giant has on her chest, managing to get some air back into her before the giant man finally releases her. She then can see the light being blotted out as the man raises his giant hand down above her for a wicked chop.

Diving under it, Felicia glows blue over her entire body briefly--slamming her rolled up form right into the giant's midsection, trying to bowl him over. The knife hand still comes down against her, and she can feel muscle and sinew compress briefly as pain shoots through her side and shoulder, causing her to roll off him and bounce clumsily to a rolling stop.

Oh, that size was becoming a problem.

Yes, Tim was bringing out the power. But as Felicia explodes right back up at him, the Titan is dumbstruck. It's times like this his inexperience comes into full play... as well as his lack of pacing. He was getting more and more exhausted, there was no endurance or longevity. So when Felicia comes firing back? He falls backwards, landing on the ground.

And when he slowly, SLOWLY rises up, he is red.

"Oi! You are getting on my nerves now! Nobody sinks the Titanic!" He bellows. He is in a crouch, not quite a full rise. ANd there, begins to lash out his legs. WHipping them around, again and again, three times, he attempts to unleash surprisingly quick leg sweeps, a full trio of them, carefully timing his hands as he spun his legs around.

Was Titanic Tim ever a dancer?

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Titanic Tim's Enranged Tsunami.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-------|=======\===----\1          Felicia

"Hnnnghh--" Felicia can feel the titanic leg crash into her shins and calves as the man attempted to knock her down with a sweep of them--one after the other. She had sprung up just in time to be met by the giant man's next wave of blows, but had been flat-footed thanks to her collision with his arm and uncontrolled roll to the mat. Finally she winds up toppling over thanks to the continued punishment, bringing herself up, but looking quite a bit worse for wear. She's what wrestlers would call 'blown up', out of breath, and in a fair amount of pain. Sore beyond belief.

"Is that the best you can d--ow," she faltered, wincing and stumbling, her arms and fists swinging out drunkenly as she goes.

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim barely endures Felicia's Medium Lariat.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1          Felicia

Titanic Tim was struggling.

Yes, he had the size, and he had the power. What he -didn't- have was the energy. As his kicks come swinging, that -was- the best he could do. As the last kick comes, his arms give out, and he falls on his bottom. Slowly, he tries to stand up, leaning in hard into Felicia's flailing assault. He was struggling, only barely able to lean hard into the attack. His body was turning all black and blue; the endless battery from Felicia chip chip chipping him away. Finally, he lashes out his hands to try and catch the cat. Should he get her?

He would fully stand up, holding her high overhead, and slam her straight down into the mat.

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim successfully hits Felicia with Audacious Slam.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Felicia

"H-Hey wait--cruelty to animals--heyyy--aghhhh!" Felicia can be heard struggling along with Titanic Timmy there as she's hauled up and slammed on the mat with a sickening crunch--she's a Darkalker with built-in regeneration, though, we're sure she'll be okay. Probably.

"Ooouughh..." Felicia rises again, this time looking a fair bit woozier than one might like to admit. Channeling the power of Macho Man Randy, she backflips up onto the ropes and then sails off it, coming down in a flying elbow drop towards Titanic Tim.

"Snap into a Slim Jim!

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim fails to interrupt Dancing Flash from Felicia with Tsunami.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/-----==|>>>>---\-------\0          Felicia

Tim was beginning to slip.

While the slam comes with full force, the wrestler was sweating something fierce. His body burned. His head hurt. His body was one big sore. And worse of all, Felicia was refusing to stay down. For all Tim's power, he was realizing that you could only take clean hits for so long. As she springs back, with a full-forced elbow drop, Tim tries to interrupt in the only way he can think of. He drops down low, and tries to swing his legs up at her...

ANd can't even come around fast enough before she -collides-

"Gragh!" Tim cries out, as he hits the mat once more. This time, his body was covered in sweat, like he was a high school girl who just got out from the gym, and Felicia was the Jill the Guest that was quickly trying to direct message him about the workout. HE wasn't getting up yet either. Tim was defeated, disturbed. And above all.

Regrets being so foolhardy into the pit.

Flying from the top ropes, Felicia brings her elbow drop down /hard/ on the mountainous giant, bringing herself up with an 'OOOOH YEEAAAH,' and a growl, her ivory fang-like incisors flashing as she held her arms back and outstretched, like the catwoman she was.

With a long, rising growl that turned into a scream, she grabbed hold of the giant man's shoulders and attempted to lift him straight up as if to body slam, on her shoulders. The progress slow, steady, creaky--like the classic comic panel of Spider-man lifting the mass of waterpipes up off himself, slowly it happens--

With a tremendous yell, she throws him up into the air--bringing a double-fisted hammer blow down on him as he comes down!

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Titanic Tim with Rolling Uppercut.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0          Felicia

Tim can only barely muster a defense, his arms coming up feebly to stop Felicia from lifting him, from throwing him up. Struggling, he flails as he is heaved up, and is ultimately smashed down hard. Tim jerks in agony, groaning as he barely recovers. For only the briefest of moments, he was open for a pin. But he wasn't going to allow it. Not like this.

But what else did he have in his roster?

He rises up, trying to seize Felicia again. But he was weak now. His size was being used against him. And now, all he can do if he snatches Felicia in his hands, he would just lift her up, and then fall back down again. This time, into a Powerbomb. All he can make, all he can muster.

All he can use.

COMBATSYS: Felicia dodges Titanic Tim's Brutal Powerbomb.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0          Felicia

"You might be a British beefcake, but you're facing down 180 pounds of premium grade Catwoman," Felicia has gotten enough of an adrenaline surge to begin pull herself back together, the werebeast growing stronger.

As Titanic Tim begins to grab her to bend and lift her into the powerbomb, Felicia slips out of his grip, instead rolling through his legs and springing back to her feet, whipping around with a huge chi projectile from behind only moments later.


COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim blocks Felicia's ES Cat Spike.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0          Felicia

Tempers were rising for the Titan.

A relatively fresh face in the wrestling world, he had assumed that his size would be carrying him through. To be struggling with 180 pounds of non-wrestling was going to be an embarrassment. So when Felicia unleashes her energy blast? Something boils up from his heart. Coming into a full stand, he gives a great grunt as he beats the chi blast to pieces, smashing it with his forearms. Groaning in pain, he is just able to stand. But unmoved. A fresh surge of spirit comes within. And stomping towards Felicia, he gives a great grunt as he tries to knock her down with his forearm. He was in this. Only barely.

But he was in it.

COMBATSYS: Felicia blocks Titanic Tim's Medium Lariat.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Felicia

Felicia grasps the great forearm with both hands as the man charges her, her paw-pad soled boots skidding back against the mat as he physically pushes her back.

"Well, I have to admit, you're a tough one--" Felicia marshalls what remains of her strength to try and push the man's forearm /back/ and gain space back between them--darting forward and bringing her right arm out in a punishing clothesline as she proceeds to try and bring the mountain of muscle down!

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim interrupts Heavy Clothesline from Felicia with Big Boot.
+=+=!= Power Slam! =!=+=+

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1          Felicia

One more shot.

Titanic Tim struggles, as the lariat is deflected. The fight has become nothing if not a struggle. Battered, beaten, and bruised, The swift kitty was now darting back and around, coming straight for him. The wrestler braces himself, and charges forward. Desperately, he brings his foot up, to meet it with a big driving kick-

And it connects.

Gasping for air, Tim staggers back, slamming himself against the wall, breathing hard, heavy. Was that going to be enough?

"Fuck--" Felicia takes the boot right to the front to her body and her face, the impact is crushing. Her head jerks back, hard--and she can feel a rib or two giving away, likely. They'd mend. Or grow back. One of the two.

"Grrghhh--got ya... right where I want..." she launches herself towards the man, even as it's clear she can't go too much longer--trying to latch onto his front to bring him down with a heavy mauling of chopping strikes!

COMBATSYS: Felicia can no longer fight.

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Titanic Tim      0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Felicia successfully hits Titanic Tim with ES Hell Cat.

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Titanic Tim      1/------=/=======|

And Tim tries to dodge.


As you might imagine, he doesn't do a very good job of it. Felicia latches to the front, and the big boy is mauled. With a thousand scratches, and a thousand more, the cuts finally bring down the Titan. He collapses forward... for a pin, right?

Nope, just missed it, as the thump comes face down

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim takes no action.

COMBATSYS: Titanic Tim can no longer fight.

The people having to escort the two opponents off the mat will likely be concerned as to why there is a white cat with a shock of blue hair collapsed and passed out alongside the British giant, though there is likely a good explanation for this, probably.

In the middle of the ring, there sat a figure. Bone-white hockey mask, black street clothes. He sat in a steel chair looking downward lazily, a kendo stick slung across his shoulder. No theatrics today, no extravagance, not after his scheduled opponent 'vanished'.

Instead, the figure just sat. And waited.

COMBATSYS: [Iced Earth - "Frankenstein"] Pure uncut unfiltered grade A heavy metal hits the PA systems like a fist against a face and out comes the deathmatch wrestler, ready to SLAM!

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|

!!!!!####****************FELICIA VERSUS TITANIC TIM****************####!!!!!

*** D K O ***


[M] "God damn, Terry, that was a good fight."

[TR] *is staring bleakly at the Pit*

[M] "What's the matter, Terry? You look like you aren't enjoying SLAMFEST 2020!"

[TR] "You know this is the longest I've had to be around you, Marduk?"

[M] "God damn, you are right Terry! That deserves a celebration! Pass me that bottle of scotch and-"

[TR] "I don't like you Marduk."

[M] "What's that, Terry?"

[TR] "I do not like you Marduk. I do not like every time I talk to you. I do not like how my producers think we have this dynamic chemistry."

[M] "Come on, Terry, I'm Marduk. Everyone loves me and shit. I mean, ****."

[TR] "Nobody... nobody likes you, Marduk. I cannot think of a single person who likes you. Not even your NOL likes you. You know they talked to me? Told me to make sure you don't say dumb things on television again. Which as you might imagine, is an incredible effort!"

[M] "Well Abigail likes me, he is going to start a team for the King of Fighters with me-"


[M] *falls silent, staring bug eye at Terry*

[TR] "It's true, and if you- if you got your head out of your ars- your buttocks, then you would have figured it out -months- ago Marduk.

[M] "I don't think I appreciate your tone of voice, Terry."

[TR] "What are you going to do now, you oaf? BReak the table? Start a fight? Lose your temper like a big dumb gorilla?"

[M] "I think you need to shut your god damn mouth, Terry."

[TR] "Oh! Threaten me! Maybe you'll slam me right into that pit, sit on my chest, and punch me in the head until I stop breathing! Yes, quite, that's how you ended up in jail, isn't it Marduk. You think the people here don't remember what you did to the original ARmor King?"

[M] "... I'm done."

[M] *Marduk gets up, flipping the table and knocking over the bottle of scotch. He stamps off, leaving Terry by himself, staring into his cup.

[TR] "... Wanker."

Log created on 21:12:21 01/14/2020 by Marduk, and last modified on 10:47:42 03/11/2020.