Like everyone else, Handsome Jack and Dane Regan materialized on the slightly elevated stone platform. The two partners gave each other a once over before turning their eyes to the pair of blips that flashed across from them.
Pepsi-man and Aero shared a similar gaze. Having just met a few hours prior, they had no need to exchange pleasantries. The pair stood and waited for the metaphorical opening gong to give them to go ahead to hydrate the living shit out of their adversaries.
“Isn’t there a bell?” Handsome Jack mumbled beneath his breath.
***
“Hey, Karl,” one of the employees stationed at a console lifted his head and flagged over the company CEO.
“What’s the matter?” The man inquired as he casually made his way down the row of monitoring station.
“Are you sure that you calibrated Platform 21? There’s some… weird stuff going on with the field.”
Karl Jak scowled as he looked up at the decorative ‘#21’ sign that hung over the station. Unlike the others, that sign had been hastily secured with bolts, rather than properly seated and polished. “Oh, yea, that’s right,” the man said with a smile as he snapped his fingers. “Totally forgot. I wasn’t paying attention when Fabio slipped his registration in at the last moment. Let me double-check the settings.”
The worker slid over to allow the mastermind of the verse to glance down at the console. A quick succession of taps brought up a series of holographic images that Karl started to swivel and twist around with gentle, precision movements of his hands and individual fingers. “See?” Karl replied as the whole projection flashed green before fading away. “Now they’re safe and snug like all the others.”
“Yea, but…” the worker pointed to a side screen on the console. “Is there supposed to be five people in there?”
Karl, tilting his head to look at the console, frowned as he recognized the readings.
***
Overhead, the four primes heard the crackle of Karl Jak’s automated voice message. In the drone of the announcer-slash-producers voice, they failed to hear the strange, nearly melodic noise in the background.
“All right, you goofy fucks!” Aero declared with a smile as he smacked his palms together and grinned. “Me and this soda-looking mother fucker are going to give you diabeetus… and then kick you in the nuts.”
Pepsi-man stepped forward and produced a can of liquid refreshment from nowhere in particular. “Prepare your taste buds for refr—” Mid-sentence, the mascot’s chest exploded outward, spraying warm, carbonated Pepsi far enough to splash Dane and Handsome Jack in their faces.
While Dane found himself pivoting backwards to wipe the fizzy deliciousness from his eyeballs, Handsome Jack’s second face spared him the full burst of carbonated fury.
Standing just two feet from Pepsi-man, Aero should have been able to react faster, but the last thing he had expected was to see his partner get insta-merc’d right next to him. As the mascot crumbled to the ground, his body melted into a pool of warm soda.
Aero, shaking the confusion from his head, turned his wide eyes and found himself staring at the damp, heaving chest of someone who towered over him. By the time the blue-haired man had lifted his eyes to share the gaze of the man in the hockey mask, a wet, leather-clad fist clapped around his head. A trained warrior, Aero tried to counterattack, but he was pulled off his feet.
From the other side of the arena, Dane turned his slightly bloodshot eyes just in time to see and hear the splintering crack of Aero’s skull being shattered. Without a second thought about it, Jason hurdled the corpse from the arena and clenched the handle of his machete.
Chh chh chh … ahh ahh ahh...
Handsome Jack turned to Dane and tapped him on the shoulder. “Was this in the script?” He asked once Dane had craned his head to meet his gaze.
“I, uhh, maybe?” Dane said as he shrugged his shoulders.
[i]CHH CHH CHH … AHH AHH AHH…[/i]
Both men snapped their attention back to the now empty spot on the far side of the arena.
“The fu—“ Handsome Jack stopped mid-sentence when he saw that they were standing in someone’s shadow.
Pepsi-man and Aero shared a similar gaze. Having just met a few hours prior, they had no need to exchange pleasantries. The pair stood and waited for the metaphorical opening gong to give them to go ahead to hydrate the living shit out of their adversaries.
“Isn’t there a bell?” Handsome Jack mumbled beneath his breath.
***
“Hey, Karl,” one of the employees stationed at a console lifted his head and flagged over the company CEO.
“What’s the matter?” The man inquired as he casually made his way down the row of monitoring station.
“Are you sure that you calibrated Platform 21? There’s some… weird stuff going on with the field.”
Karl Jak scowled as he looked up at the decorative ‘#21’ sign that hung over the station. Unlike the others, that sign had been hastily secured with bolts, rather than properly seated and polished. “Oh, yea, that’s right,” the man said with a smile as he snapped his fingers. “Totally forgot. I wasn’t paying attention when Fabio slipped his registration in at the last moment. Let me double-check the settings.”
The worker slid over to allow the mastermind of the verse to glance down at the console. A quick succession of taps brought up a series of holographic images that Karl started to swivel and twist around with gentle, precision movements of his hands and individual fingers. “See?” Karl replied as the whole projection flashed green before fading away. “Now they’re safe and snug like all the others.”
“Yea, but…” the worker pointed to a side screen on the console. “Is there supposed to be five people in there?”
Karl, tilting his head to look at the console, frowned as he recognized the readings.
***
Overhead, the four primes heard the crackle of Karl Jak’s automated voice message. In the drone of the announcer-slash-producers voice, they failed to hear the strange, nearly melodic noise in the background.
“All right, you goofy fucks!” Aero declared with a smile as he smacked his palms together and grinned. “Me and this soda-looking mother fucker are going to give you diabeetus… and then kick you in the nuts.”
Pepsi-man stepped forward and produced a can of liquid refreshment from nowhere in particular. “Prepare your taste buds for refr—” Mid-sentence, the mascot’s chest exploded outward, spraying warm, carbonated Pepsi far enough to splash Dane and Handsome Jack in their faces.
While Dane found himself pivoting backwards to wipe the fizzy deliciousness from his eyeballs, Handsome Jack’s second face spared him the full burst of carbonated fury.
Standing just two feet from Pepsi-man, Aero should have been able to react faster, but the last thing he had expected was to see his partner get insta-merc’d right next to him. As the mascot crumbled to the ground, his body melted into a pool of warm soda.
Aero, shaking the confusion from his head, turned his wide eyes and found himself staring at the damp, heaving chest of someone who towered over him. By the time the blue-haired man had lifted his eyes to share the gaze of the man in the hockey mask, a wet, leather-clad fist clapped around his head. A trained warrior, Aero tried to counterattack, but he was pulled off his feet.
From the other side of the arena, Dane turned his slightly bloodshot eyes just in time to see and hear the splintering crack of Aero’s skull being shattered. Without a second thought about it, Jason hurdled the corpse from the arena and clenched the handle of his machete.
Chh chh chh … ahh ahh ahh...
Handsome Jack turned to Dane and tapped him on the shoulder. “Was this in the script?” He asked once Dane had craned his head to meet his gaze.
“I, uhh, maybe?” Dane said as he shrugged his shoulders.
[i]CHH CHH CHH … AHH AHH AHH…[/i]
Both men snapped their attention back to the now empty spot on the far side of the arena.
“The fu—“ Handsome Jack stopped mid-sentence when he saw that they were standing in someone’s shadow.
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Fight Area description is available in the Fight Area Reveals thread and the Round 1 Discussion thread.
Posting goes: Dane -> Jack -> Jason -> Dane -> Jack -> Jason , although there may or may not be a Jason post. Mr. Voorhees has all his movie powers, and is stronger, more durable, faster, and more technical than either of you, regardless of power ups (he has those too). So please be aware that you're writing a fight that is mostly you getting your asses kicked. Can't always be the super hero.
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