07-19-2018, 06:18 AM
With his heartbeat throbbing deep inside the freshly cut gauges, Kanda felt the urge to break the newly arrived Pepsi-twig in half. With a grunt in his throat and murderous intent in his eyes, the swordsman took his first step towards Yuuka. His grasp on Mugen’s hilt tightened. Before anything, an unknown hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of his tunnel vision.
“Violation of the rules! No weapons allowed in the ring!”
The referee plucked the katana out of Yu’s hands. “You get a warning this time! Don’t let me see you using this thing again!” the referee—who seemingly appeared out of nowhere—cautioned Kanda. The weapon itself was thrown out of the ring, leaving the swordsman swordless. Yuuka simply snorted at the entire scene.
From the corner of his eyes, Kanda noticed Dwayne seizing the opportunity when the referee’s back turned to him, hurling a microphone at him. Yu caught it with ease and glanced at the device. Microphone in hand, the exorcist was taken back to the training hall with Dwayne, remembering his words of wisdom on how to win this competition. Recalling his wrestling persona, The Slag. It was time for The Slag to make his true appearance in the ring.
Yu turned around, making sure he was facing the hard cam instead of his opponent. Like a showman reborn, Kanda gazed deep into the camera’s lens. With his newfound smoldering gaze—as taught by the Rock himself—he penetrated the recording device, reaching out to the thousands of hearts throughout the Omniverse that were spectating the live event.
Taking a deep breath, he cried out to the people, “Listen up!” Kanda’s voice boomed through the sound system of the arena. “What these people are doing to you is not right! They are trying to replace our beloved Pepsiman with these posers! -OUR- Pepsiman! The People’s legend!”
The words struck some sensitive cords within the people’s hearts. They seemed to work, riling up the crowd—roaring loud enough to shake the very foundation of the ring.
“They are forcing these horrendous replacement ‘products’ down our throats, but I say: NO MORE! No longer will we allow these women to present themselves as his replacement. The Pebble and myself are here to set things right! We heard the cry of the people, and we will fight for the people! These Pepsi bitches are going down!” His speech lit a fire under the people’s ass. The crowd went wild—metaphorically tearing the arena’s roof off.
“And you!” the Slag pointed menacingly towards Steve Austin. “You...are an embarrassment to bald men everywhere.” A wave of cheers engulfed Kanda as he dropped the mic, turning to a dumbfounded Yuuka.
“So, are we fighting or what?” the beauty pondered out loud.
Kanda took this as his ‘go’ signal, rushing his opponent without a second thought. Balling a fist, the Youkai prepared to counterstrike. Her pupils widened when she noticed not one but two identical showmen approaching. “What the?!”
A straight right on one of the exorcists’ nose set free a breaking sound. The duplicate man stumbled back, attempting to stop the blood which flooded from his nose. The physical punishment gave the original Kanda enough time to get into position. Yuuka turned around in time to feel the exorcist's heel bury itself deep inside her abdomen, sending her flying across the ring.
*Thud*
The post in the corner of Team Dwayne involuntarily stopped Yuuka’s flight. The collision forced the remaining air from her lungs through a series of desperate coughs. The Pepsi-bitch looked up, brows buried into a deep frown. Both exorcists were standing tall above their prey.
“Hey! You! Out of the ring!” Earl shouted with his most authoritative of voices.
“Hold it, Ref! It’s the same guy, nothing in the rules on clones!” Dwayne yelled from the sidelines.
Yuuka pushed herself up, but two glove covered hands kept her from going away from the corner. “Sorry about this, Pal.”
***
“Well JR, you don’t see that every day. Having more effect in the ring with a microphone than a katana. He’s either a terrible swordsman or a brilliant entertainer. Maybe both?”
“If you think that’s impressive Jim, look how Dwayne Johnson is distracting the referee with a heated debate while Team Rock is clobbering on the Pepsi broad over in their corner.”
“That looks rather painful. JR, have you ever seen a mouse holding down a Pepsi-coated chick while two ponytailed, leather-fetish wrestlers are using her face as a punching bag?”
“No Jim, can’t say that I have. But... I am enjoying it.”
“Me too JR, me too. Some classic wrestling we are spectating here tonight.”
***
The exorcist twins kept hammering on the pinned down Youkai, who in turn went into full turtle defense-mode. The beatdown had the crowd chanting the wrestler’s name with each hit.
“Slag!”
“Slag!”
“Slag!”
Kanda could feel it, with every chant of the People his fists felt heavier, more impactful.
“Quick! The ref is turning back!” the mouse squeaked.
With his clone dissipating into thin air and Mickey releasing his hold, the battered Pepsi girl rolled to safety.
“The Pebble will now finish you off!” Kanda high fived his partner, sounding nothing like the serious swordsman growing weary of his partner’s jovial attitude. Somewhere along the line, the game had taken over... but for Dwayne and Mickey’s sake, he would play along.
“Violation of the rules! No weapons allowed in the ring!”
The referee plucked the katana out of Yu’s hands. “You get a warning this time! Don’t let me see you using this thing again!” the referee—who seemingly appeared out of nowhere—cautioned Kanda. The weapon itself was thrown out of the ring, leaving the swordsman swordless. Yuuka simply snorted at the entire scene.
From the corner of his eyes, Kanda noticed Dwayne seizing the opportunity when the referee’s back turned to him, hurling a microphone at him. Yu caught it with ease and glanced at the device. Microphone in hand, the exorcist was taken back to the training hall with Dwayne, remembering his words of wisdom on how to win this competition. Recalling his wrestling persona, The Slag. It was time for The Slag to make his true appearance in the ring.
Yu turned around, making sure he was facing the hard cam instead of his opponent. Like a showman reborn, Kanda gazed deep into the camera’s lens. With his newfound smoldering gaze—as taught by the Rock himself—he penetrated the recording device, reaching out to the thousands of hearts throughout the Omniverse that were spectating the live event.
Taking a deep breath, he cried out to the people, “Listen up!” Kanda’s voice boomed through the sound system of the arena. “What these people are doing to you is not right! They are trying to replace our beloved Pepsiman with these posers! -OUR- Pepsiman! The People’s legend!”
The words struck some sensitive cords within the people’s hearts. They seemed to work, riling up the crowd—roaring loud enough to shake the very foundation of the ring.
“They are forcing these horrendous replacement ‘products’ down our throats, but I say: NO MORE! No longer will we allow these women to present themselves as his replacement. The Pebble and myself are here to set things right! We heard the cry of the people, and we will fight for the people! These Pepsi bitches are going down!” His speech lit a fire under the people’s ass. The crowd went wild—metaphorically tearing the arena’s roof off.
“And you!” the Slag pointed menacingly towards Steve Austin. “You...are an embarrassment to bald men everywhere.” A wave of cheers engulfed Kanda as he dropped the mic, turning to a dumbfounded Yuuka.
“So, are we fighting or what?” the beauty pondered out loud.
Kanda took this as his ‘go’ signal, rushing his opponent without a second thought. Balling a fist, the Youkai prepared to counterstrike. Her pupils widened when she noticed not one but two identical showmen approaching. “What the?!”
A straight right on one of the exorcists’ nose set free a breaking sound. The duplicate man stumbled back, attempting to stop the blood which flooded from his nose. The physical punishment gave the original Kanda enough time to get into position. Yuuka turned around in time to feel the exorcist's heel bury itself deep inside her abdomen, sending her flying across the ring.
*Thud*
The post in the corner of Team Dwayne involuntarily stopped Yuuka’s flight. The collision forced the remaining air from her lungs through a series of desperate coughs. The Pepsi-bitch looked up, brows buried into a deep frown. Both exorcists were standing tall above their prey.
“Hey! You! Out of the ring!” Earl shouted with his most authoritative of voices.
“Hold it, Ref! It’s the same guy, nothing in the rules on clones!” Dwayne yelled from the sidelines.
Yuuka pushed herself up, but two glove covered hands kept her from going away from the corner. “Sorry about this, Pal.”
***
“Well JR, you don’t see that every day. Having more effect in the ring with a microphone than a katana. He’s either a terrible swordsman or a brilliant entertainer. Maybe both?”
“If you think that’s impressive Jim, look how Dwayne Johnson is distracting the referee with a heated debate while Team Rock is clobbering on the Pepsi broad over in their corner.”
“That looks rather painful. JR, have you ever seen a mouse holding down a Pepsi-coated chick while two ponytailed, leather-fetish wrestlers are using her face as a punching bag?”
“No Jim, can’t say that I have. But... I am enjoying it.”
“Me too JR, me too. Some classic wrestling we are spectating here tonight.”
***
The exorcist twins kept hammering on the pinned down Youkai, who in turn went into full turtle defense-mode. The beatdown had the crowd chanting the wrestler’s name with each hit.
“Slag!”
“Slag!”
“Slag!”
Kanda could feel it, with every chant of the People his fists felt heavier, more impactful.
“Quick! The ref is turning back!” the mouse squeaked.
With his clone dissipating into thin air and Mickey releasing his hold, the battered Pepsi girl rolled to safety.
“The Pebble will now finish you off!” Kanda high fived his partner, sounding nothing like the serious swordsman growing weary of his partner’s jovial attitude. Somewhere along the line, the game had taken over... but for Dwayne and Mickey’s sake, he would play along.
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Used T2 Support: Clone
Clone part 2 move
remaining sp: 5/7
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You're naive. We're destroyers, not saviors. - Yu Kanda