07-27-2018, 05:10 PM
“NOOOOOOOooooooo! Pepsiman!” the mouse cried out in tears, rushing over to the fallen idol. The Pebble dropped to his knees near the now lifeless body of the canned hero. “W-what did you do to him?!”
Young Susie hopped the barrier and approached her hero. With a lingering tear in her eyes and a lump in her throat she mustered enough bravery to speak words of encouragement to her idol, “I-I’m sorry Mickey.” A snort cleared her nose before continuing, “You c-can hold Mr.Cuddles if you want, he helps.” The girl presented her precious bear to the heartbroken warrior.
Kanda observed the heartbreaking scene in front of him. He kept an emotionless face, but the sadness within his eyes betrayed him. The unfortunate chain of events had his partner in genuine pain. Dwayne walked over to his protege, “Everything will be alright, death is but a phase in this place. You will see him again.”
Words were wasted describing Yu’s anger boiling deep inside of him. He shifted his eyes towards the hooded woman, leaning against the colorful elastic ropes surrounding the ring. The only reason fire did not literally shoot out of his eyes was merely due to biological impossibility.
“That look is giving me the chills. Please... continue.” The woman whispered with a wicked grin painted on her face, just loud enough for Yu to hear it. With burning intensity the exorcist took a step towards his newly found anger outlet before he was stopped by his wrestling mentor.
“Stop, don't give in, it's what they want. Remember how to fight in the ring.”
“This is your way of fighting Dwayne, now observe mine.” Crackling sounds emerged from Kanda’s sword. The innocence energy created the second katana in his empty hand and forced Dwayne to take a step back. Even he knew there was no talking the Slag out of this one. A graceful leap placed Kanda back in the ring, across from his opponent.
“WAIT!”
“Don’t do this Kanda, not like this!” the Pebble cried out, “I want to hurt these Jabronis just as much as you, but we do it fair, by the rules. Ref or no ref.” Mickey said with clenched fists and a serious look. It seemed Yu’s partner regained his fighting spirit.
The Slag did not respond in words; he communicated with Mickey simply through their linked gazes. Kanda sheathed Mugen back into its hilt and threw it towards his partner.
“All of that build up for nothing? Way to let a woman down, the Slag” Whirda mocked from a distance.
Yu responded accordingly—slamming his fist onto the ground, shaking the bloodied canvas underneath. The floor cracked open, two innocence coated chains flying towards Whirda. The assassin’s eyes widened. Acting on pure instinct she dodged the first attempt to shackle her. The graceful catlike movements carried her agile body through the ring, chains following close behind her. Kanda concentrated on his flying projectiles catching their target. The shackles closed in; it would just be a matter of time before the Pepsi hag was caught. A mere moment before one of her ankles got caught, a very subtle—but not completely undetectable—nod was given to the stands.
Yu’s eyes narrowed as a drop of sweat made its way down his temple.
Just...a….little...further.
Suddenly darkness…
All the lights were mysteriously switched off.
Another dirty Pepsi trick.
“Are you this desperate to win you cheating wench!” Yu’s voice penetrated the darkness.
He had his chains lay dormant while he waited for the lights to return.
A warm breath caressed his ear, “Welcome to my world, little man.”
Kanda’s cry of agony was heard by all when he felt a dagger make its way into his stomach.
Out of nowhere several ridiculously large spotlights got turned on. Every pupil in the crowded hall had difficulty adjusting to the abundance of light that gathered around a mystery guest.
“No way this is a fair fight! Lucky for you, there is a backup referee: Me!” Out from the shadows a tall, red and yellow spandex-wearing, bandana covered, mustache man appeared. The crowd went wild with the new ‘referee’ making his way to the ring. The hall filled with cheers when the classic rock song—iconic to his entrance—started playing.
Mr. Hogan made his way to the ring, but not before fist-bumping his brother in arms, the Rock.
The lights turned back on when Hogan entered the ring, receiving an even more substantial wave of cheers than the fighters themselves did. Even in the Omniverse, there was no escaping Hulkmania.
Whirda stood perplexed, distracted as both chains shot up, clasping around the wrists of the shadow assassin.
“Godsdammit!”
A firm pull forced the woman to her knees. A wounded, bleeding exorcist dragged himself in front of the incapacitated broad. Kanda’s murderous intent was as clear as day, not even the foreboding shadow covering his eyes was able to mask this aura of death.
Whirda desperately janked the chains.
“Don’t you worry, I won’t be the one to punish you for your crimes against the people.” Kanda turned towards his partner, “He will.” A trail of blood followed the Slag as he stumbled to the edge of the arena, “Make them pay...Partner.” He tapped Mickey on the shoulder and tilted over into the arms of Dwayne.
“You did good Slag, real good.”
Young Susie hopped the barrier and approached her hero. With a lingering tear in her eyes and a lump in her throat she mustered enough bravery to speak words of encouragement to her idol, “I-I’m sorry Mickey.” A snort cleared her nose before continuing, “You c-can hold Mr.Cuddles if you want, he helps.” The girl presented her precious bear to the heartbroken warrior.
Kanda observed the heartbreaking scene in front of him. He kept an emotionless face, but the sadness within his eyes betrayed him. The unfortunate chain of events had his partner in genuine pain. Dwayne walked over to his protege, “Everything will be alright, death is but a phase in this place. You will see him again.”
Words were wasted describing Yu’s anger boiling deep inside of him. He shifted his eyes towards the hooded woman, leaning against the colorful elastic ropes surrounding the ring. The only reason fire did not literally shoot out of his eyes was merely due to biological impossibility.
“That look is giving me the chills. Please... continue.” The woman whispered with a wicked grin painted on her face, just loud enough for Yu to hear it. With burning intensity the exorcist took a step towards his newly found anger outlet before he was stopped by his wrestling mentor.
“Stop, don't give in, it's what they want. Remember how to fight in the ring.”
“This is your way of fighting Dwayne, now observe mine.” Crackling sounds emerged from Kanda’s sword. The innocence energy created the second katana in his empty hand and forced Dwayne to take a step back. Even he knew there was no talking the Slag out of this one. A graceful leap placed Kanda back in the ring, across from his opponent.
“WAIT!”
“Don’t do this Kanda, not like this!” the Pebble cried out, “I want to hurt these Jabronis just as much as you, but we do it fair, by the rules. Ref or no ref.” Mickey said with clenched fists and a serious look. It seemed Yu’s partner regained his fighting spirit.
The Slag did not respond in words; he communicated with Mickey simply through their linked gazes. Kanda sheathed Mugen back into its hilt and threw it towards his partner.
“All of that build up for nothing? Way to let a woman down, the Slag” Whirda mocked from a distance.
Yu responded accordingly—slamming his fist onto the ground, shaking the bloodied canvas underneath. The floor cracked open, two innocence coated chains flying towards Whirda. The assassin’s eyes widened. Acting on pure instinct she dodged the first attempt to shackle her. The graceful catlike movements carried her agile body through the ring, chains following close behind her. Kanda concentrated on his flying projectiles catching their target. The shackles closed in; it would just be a matter of time before the Pepsi hag was caught. A mere moment before one of her ankles got caught, a very subtle—but not completely undetectable—nod was given to the stands.
Yu’s eyes narrowed as a drop of sweat made its way down his temple.
Just...a….little...further.
Suddenly darkness…
All the lights were mysteriously switched off.
Another dirty Pepsi trick.
“Are you this desperate to win you cheating wench!” Yu’s voice penetrated the darkness.
He had his chains lay dormant while he waited for the lights to return.
A warm breath caressed his ear, “Welcome to my world, little man.”
Kanda’s cry of agony was heard by all when he felt a dagger make its way into his stomach.
Out of nowhere several ridiculously large spotlights got turned on. Every pupil in the crowded hall had difficulty adjusting to the abundance of light that gathered around a mystery guest.
“No way this is a fair fight! Lucky for you, there is a backup referee: Me!” Out from the shadows a tall, red and yellow spandex-wearing, bandana covered, mustache man appeared. The crowd went wild with the new ‘referee’ making his way to the ring. The hall filled with cheers when the classic rock song—iconic to his entrance—started playing.
Mr. Hogan made his way to the ring, but not before fist-bumping his brother in arms, the Rock.
The lights turned back on when Hogan entered the ring, receiving an even more substantial wave of cheers than the fighters themselves did. Even in the Omniverse, there was no escaping Hulkmania.
Whirda stood perplexed, distracted as both chains shot up, clasping around the wrists of the shadow assassin.
“Godsdammit!”
A firm pull forced the woman to her knees. A wounded, bleeding exorcist dragged himself in front of the incapacitated broad. Kanda’s murderous intent was as clear as day, not even the foreboding shadow covering his eyes was able to mask this aura of death.
Whirda desperately janked the chains.
“Don’t you worry, I won’t be the one to punish you for your crimes against the people.” Kanda turned towards his partner, “He will.” A trail of blood followed the Slag as he stumbled to the edge of the arena, “Make them pay...Partner.” He tapped Mickey on the shoulder and tilted over into the arms of Dwayne.
“You did good Slag, real good.”
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You're naive. We're destroyers, not saviors. - Yu Kanda