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[Steel Samurai]

"Ah good. Glad you like it. Hopefully your girlfriend/boyfriend won't mind."

[Goose]

"I'm sure she will, just like your life partner likes the grave."

[Steel Samurai]

"Obviously she wasn't my life partner if she's already dead. I was just her life partner. Anyway, have you liked the beach?"

[Goose]

"Yeah man, the girls are hot. Girls are cool, arent they?"

[Steel Samurai]

"Yup. Pretty cool. Too bad you're stuck with a dude." Isamu smirked.

[Goose]

"Wanna be my wing man?"

[Steel Samurai]

"You wish, sailor boy. I'm sure you can pick up some eligible dudes (or, at least, girls who look like dudes) down at the gym."

[Goose]

"Nah, I"m not into your mum." Awn said with a smirk on his face.

[Steel Samurai]

"Good, because she wouldn't've touched you with a 10 foot pole, even if it had a condom on it. Speaking of mums, how's yours? Getting a bit long in the tooth I hear. Her hooves need trimming too, nasty business when she's having a foal with another stallion besides your dad. Though I guess if horse was the only kind've action he could get, it wouldn't surprise me if she left him."

[Goose]

Awn had a coughing fit at that comment. "Well, my dad did always say he was a stallion in the sack. " Awn looked at his main rival with glee. He thought that Awn surely couldn't come back from that comment.

"So, why is that dirt patch on your crotch, you didn't wash off after attempting to reunite with your girlfriend?"

[DarkJuno]

A racous, jovial atmosphere fills the wide open rooftop of the Island's Resort Hotel. Aside from the helicopter pad and control tower of sorts off in the far corner of the building, the usually empty concrete expanse is now filled with activity. For starters, there seems to be a party of some sort, as ticket paying audience members dressed to the nine's mingle amongst each other, as they feed off the elegant long table filled with rich, tasty treats from around the world. rather popular open bar sits beside the food table, people already letting the alcohol do the talking for them and perhaps cloud their collective judgement. However, the main attractionw as clearly the cordoned off area that encompassed the very center of the roof top and extended all the way to the edge of the high rise hotel. People scurry about and watch from the barricades at the empty space which included the grand skylight that would, in daytime, allow light into the lobby 30 stories below.

As it is, the only light came from the bright spotlights lighting both the fighting area and the brilliant stars in the sky Alas, the beauty of the clear night is lost on the crowd, notably eager for the delayed match to begin. Besides the obvious hazard of falling off the side of the building or through the skylight, the match's red headed referee ntoes that, much like the apst few matches, they seemed to be taking place on more level playing fields, as opposed to the rather ahzard filled arenas in the last few weeks.

Ah well. Both competitors were now here and, oddly, had been waiting for quite awhile. Apparently, "her royal highness" Ms. Alcott had demanded a delay for unknown reasons, but it seemed the woman was now pleased and "allowed" the match to finally take place. Meh. Sure, whater the ref thinks, he's just here to do the job, whoc ares who's paying the checks.


*****


...yeah, sorry 'bout that. Vacation time and other things kinda kept me from doing much. Anyway!

Both of ya'll have from right this very second till....Sunday, August 6th, 2008 to fight it out.

Ken got here first, so he gets Heads.

-flips coin-

Tails. All right SL, you go first.

Have fun guys!

[SL the Pyro]

Z's eyes snapped open, his sword gripped hard in his hand; it was about time. He wasted no time getting things underway, directing a horizontal slash towards Skye.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Up until the start of the match, Skye had been trying to keep himself level headed--and he had failed. Even as Z just stood there with his eyes closed, Skye could not shake off the impeding feeling of dread. It seemed like an eternity for the match to start, but when it did...

Z wasted no time. Skye fell to the floor, whither it was out of fear or a purposeful evasive maneuver or both, and just barely evaded the attack. If he had not done that a split second later, KO would have been an understatement.

RUN.

Skye's fight-or-flight response kicked in like a bolt of lightning, and he immediately started scrambling to his legs to run away. That thought of getting away was all that filled him. That sword... It was too dangerous... too...

Skye ran like the wind, though it was no long before he reached the edge of the skyscraper. If Skye had not already been scared out of his wits, he would have likely been overcome by vertigo simply from looking down the many floors. In fact, in his adrenalized, almost hyperventilating state, he breifly considered jumping over the edge to escape. He looked else where though. The skylight and the audience. That was all there was. Nothing to work with. No higher that would have at least given him some psychological boost. There was nothing to do.

Trapped.

No escape.

No way to win.

No way to survive.

[SL the Pyro]

The metal clangs of Z's boots served as a good enough indication that he was following Skye. It was an interesting turn of events; his previous opponents stood there and fought him, devoid of fear. This one, on the other hand, ran away like he was facing Death itself. Z made no complaint; he preferred it when he struck terror in his foes, it made things so much easier and amusing. Although in his previous match, Skye did display the ability to work with the environment, as well as get quite the burst of adrenaline.

What a shame, he was hoping to have some fun with this one, but business comes before work.

With a laugh that would put the Grim Reaper to shame, he brought his sword up, and then down in a vertical slash at Skye.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Skye almost froze in place as Z advanced on him, the swordsman looking like a colossus of death in his eyes. Skye leaped to the side as the heavy blade crashed into the ground where he once was, taking off a significant piece of Skye's quarterstaff. He stood there fidgeting for a few seconds until his chaotic thoughts came into a simple order.

Hit.

Acting upon that single instinct, Skye threw the bit of quarterstaff he had remaining at Z's head in some pitiful attempt to injure him. It was just after that when Skye realized the futility of what he just did.

Run.

Skye ran like the wind, trying to think at the same time. Making Z walk onto the skylight occurred to him, but that was unlikely.

Just run. That was all he could do for now.

[SL the Pyro]

Z winced; the small chunk of quarterstaff bounced off of his head, leaving splinters in his forehead. He had definately been through worse, but it was still annoying.

So he couldn't corner Skye, and he was too fast to hit normally. So Z improvized; hefting his massive sword like a throwing spear, he sent the weapon sailing through the air at his opponent.

[Steel Samurai]

The fight had started. Isamu broke off his banter with Awn and focused on the fight. He would have to fight both of these contestants before the round was over. After several minutes, he yawned and stretched.

"Damn this is a boring fight."

[Goose]

Awn was also watching the fight. It was dull. He's seen one of these guys attacked with an Arm out of its socket, and compared to that, this was just bland.

"Yeah, its boring, I'm gonna grab some snacks, want in?"

[Steel Samurai]

Isamu sniggered.
"Sure. I hear the whiskey at the concession stand is excellent."

[Goose]

"And we still get free food, dont we? Cool"

Awn wandered off to get the whiskey and chips. Along the way, he encountered a one armed competitor who'd been wiped out in a previous round.

"Whatcha Lookin at?" She said in a grotesque manor.

"Your ugly arm."

"You mean the arm that I lost in battle/"

"No, the one thats still left."


She looked at him. He looked at her. She looked at him.

Awn got his drinks and snacks and tried to walk away. But she blocked his path.

"You'll have to pay to get past here."

"Oh yeah, and whats the price?"

"My Fist."


Awn looked at her. This couldn't've been correct. She only had one arm. She didn't have a weapon. She didn't even look ready to fight. But she was strong, and tough, and angry.

So Awn Ran past her as fast as he could while holding on to his food. She realised that he'd bolted and chased after him.


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Awn reached the stand and sat next to the man that had most recently beat him up, trying to hide from the woman that wanted to beat him up.

"Heres the food, now if a hulk of a woman comes by, hide me."

[Steel Samurai]

Isamu grunted. He picked up one of the shots of whiskey on the tray and downed it. Isamu was a real man, he could drink nearly his weight in liquor without getting even a little tipsy. Well. That might have been an exaggeration, but it took a lot before alcohol even began to affect him.

Shazza walked up and glared at him.

"Outta my way. I got business wiv da runt."

A swift blow to the jaw laid her out senseless on the floor.

"Bitch."

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

A scream erupted from the stadium as Skye fell to knees, clutching his left arm. The sword just nicked part of his arm, but the psychological effect on Skye was what hurt the most. He just stood there, staring at the bleeding wound as the blood seeped into his clothes.

?I... I... I...? he stuttered over and over, as though his brain could not comprehend what just happened, ?I... I am...?









Still alive.








Injured, but still alive. Z threw his sword. He was now separate from his weapon. He was still formidable, but he had no blade.

?I can win.?

But how exactly? Skye then thought, looking around himself. He could still win. The environment did have something he could use, something he so readily dismissed. Something that was so obvious, that it had been yelling at him the entire time.

Skye took off as fast as he could towards the crowd, jumping over the barricade. There was a sudden uproar as everyone parted to try to get away from the rushing fighter. Ruynning up the open bar, Skye yanked a large bottle of whiskey from some poor barkeep (?Pay ya back!?), only stopping again to yank a cigar from the mouth of the guy who was hoping to enjoy the now taken drink.

?You won't kill me!? Skye shouted hysterically as he charged at Z.

When he was just enough, Skye threw the bottle to Z's feet. And soon after, as the broken glass flew threw the air, the lit cigar was tossed onto high-proof alcohol.

[Steel Samurai]

The flames caught Isamu's eye as he regarded Shazza's prostrate figure. Forgetting the psycho-bitch for the moment, he turned his attention back to the fight. Now things were getting interesting.

[SL the Pyro]

"What is he planning?" Z murmured to himself as the alcohol smashed into the ground at his feet, followed by the cigar. His eyes widened; he was trying to burn him to death. The part of his cloak that had been touched by the alcohol quickly erupted in flames. It was a bold and surprising move, but the dreadlord kept calm. He ran through the flaming fluid as fast as he could with his bulky armor, removing his flaming cloak in the process; his black, full body armor was revealed, along with his face. Tossing his flaming cloak aside, he continued running; this foe was fast and cunning. Z brought his fist back and sent it flying at Skye when he landed, also keeping his foot ready to kick him if he avoided the punch.

Edited by Shadow_Link, 09 August 2008 - 11:40 AM.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Just like that, Skye was sent back to the floor with a cry of pain. The heavy punch to the torso left him coughing up a bit of blood, though he managed to stand himself back up, holding his aching stomach.

It... it didn't work...

Skye's vision managed to refocus, seeing Z approaching him, perhaps to deliver the coup de grace. His eyes meandered a bit after, before focusing on another thing, his staff. Or at least, the sizable portion that had been separated from him at the start of the fight. It was practically useless, but it was something to work with.

In a sudden burst, Skye went for the piece of his staff, though he quickly slowed down as the pain in his ribs took effect. Snatching up the piece, Skye made another run at Z. He tossed the staff piece haphazardly as he made a broad turn back towards the crowd.

Something, anything in there has to work...

[SL the Pyro]

Up until Skye had tossed the staff piece at Z, he had been walking. The only reason he stopped as the piece bounced off of his armor uselessly was out of pity for his opponent. Well, since he was now running away to the audience again, Z used this opportunity to also retrieve his weapon. As fast as his armor would allow, he ran over to his massive claymore.

Edited by Shadow_Link, 09 August 2008 - 10:28 PM.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

As Skye made his break for the crowd, a sudden spasm of pain lanced through his stomach. He stumbled onto one of the barricades, and collapsed. The physical trauma Skye's body had suffered was becoming too much. His vision clouded, all details becoming obscured. Unconsciousness began to grip the senses.

Giving up at this point is not so bad.

That thought mingled with what sounded like speech from the announcer.

They are probably ready to announcement the victor. Do not worry anymore about this silly fighting.

Just as the darkness began to close around him, one thing lanced through him just the pain had.

Those who ceaselessly chase their wish rarely die with regrets.

For Skye, that fortune had become a source of encouragement and pain. Right there in that moment, as the few tiny moments seemed to stretch out into eternity, a mantra formed in Skye's thoughts, a single phrase that if nothing else would keep him inspired for the next small while.

?It seems that the winner, by knockout is... wait a minute, what is...?? the announcer had begun.

Skye slowly brought himself up, a new determination driving his wrecked body.

?I will not give up...? he muttered to himself.

Skye's eyes refocused as he brought himself up. He looked back, seeing that Z had already retrieved his sword. What was to be done? Skye then looked back towards the crowd. Skye knew that he could not get near Z because of that sword, but he did not feel that the Molotov cocktail trick would work so well. It was then that Skye realized he did not need fire to make the alcohol dangerous. He went as fast as he could, going back up to the bar again to see that a cart mostly filled with alcohol was sitting right there. The barkeep simply backed away, not wanting to meddle in whatever business the fighter thought of.

With the cart in tow, Skye dragged himself back out to the actual fighting area. As Z advanced on him, Skye took whatever willpower he had and kept himself planted in place. His knuckles were clenched and white.

Run. Run. Run. RUN. RUN!

?I will not give up,? Skye spoke to himself, ?I will not give up, therefore, I will have no regrets.?

Every part of Skye's being told him to disregard that stupid philosophy. Even as he began to repeat the phrase, he did not believe a word of what he was saying. As Z came into range, with the unbelieved thought being repeated on Skye's lips, he charged forward and tossed every bottle that had been on that cart.

The bottles shattered in brilliant explosions of glass shards. Skye was so haphazard in his aim, that half of the bottles never came close to Z. The accuracy mattered little though. While much of the glass crashed ineffectively against Z's armor, it only took a couple shots to the face to knock him down. Even as Z fell back, Skye kept tossing bottles until the cart was empty.

Skye, exhausted, leaned on the empty cart.

?Well, it seems that the winner by knockout is Skye Monahan!?

A small smirk crossed Skye's face.

?Won one.?

And with that, Skye let go of the cart and fell to the floor, unconsciousness overtaking him before he could even feel the fall.

[Steel Samurai]

Isamu smiled. Always nice to see the dude fighting against the dude with the big sword win. Well. Almost always. He turned to Awn.

"Good match, no?"

[Goose]

"no, not really. Wana wrestle? I bet I could beat you up and then sell your mother on the slave market. I could make 50 cents out of her, I"m sure. "