Colosseum - Round 2 - Okor vs Monkey D Luffy

[Monkey D. Luffy]

"Erk!" the overtly resolute pirate cringed, slumping to a knee as he clapped a palm against the gangrenous cleft of ruptured flesh upon his blistered tricep. Crippling pangs of caustic death nectar slithered throughout the seafarer's veins, ravaging his central nervous system and fuddling major motor functions.

Though brief, the rubber prime's exposure to the moor of purgatory's embrace below proved fruitful for his malignant adversary. The fuming extraterrestrial relished at the sight of his eccentric foe lying pacified, writhing on the frigid, metallic scaffolding like the worms that fed on his withered skin.

Okor catapulted himself from corroded panel to panel; his stripped ceramite armor truly devastating to the heretic's defenses, though proved advantageous for maneuverability. Brandishing the putrefied bisector which had tasted the innards of foes by the hundreds, he divided the air and zeroed in on an immobile Straw Hat, primed for maiming.

Klang!

The dull-edged blade dug into dank alloy, sparsely missing its prey as the captain sprung free from danger by slingshotting himself with an extended arm acting as a grapnel. However, his reprieve of safety was a scant recess as his beastly foe pulverized the handhold with a well-placed spatter of gunfire.

After tumbling along the platform like a gummy rag doll, Luffy recovered with a clumsy skid along the stage, only to be rewarded by a ferocious boot from the garish goliath. Slamming the youth against a battle-scarred perch, Okor placed a parasite-riddled hand upon the prime as the scent of seared flesh leaked out from Luffy's shoulder, invoking screams of agony from the pirate.

"AGH . . . GYAAAA!!" Mugiwara squawked as his decrepit enemy's clutch grew ever firmer, further degenerating layers of dermis and muscle tissue alike. In a moment of desperation, the captain reached his free hand for Okor's sidearm, planting it against his exposed chin and tugged the trigger.

Bang!

Rotten flesh and browned teeth decorated the metallic plane as the behemoth jolted to the floor in a flash of gunfire, freeing Straw Hat from impending doom. The pestilent devout's constitution shattered all laws of logic; miraculously, he wriggled to his feet once again, stained by inky ooze with a gruesome hole punctured through his lower jowl.

"Guhhh, iz zis whad Zoro feels like da day affer he guzzles down all zat booze?" Mugiwara leisurely secreted from his dribbling maw, summoning every morsel of gumption to rise up and steel his mettle. Pantomiming a labrador, the goofy captain rabidly shook his rubber dome from left to right and smacked the shilly-shally from his cheeks.

The prickling anguish flashed memories of that horned bastard Magellan, ex-warden of Impel Down. Feared by even the most vile of criminals whom garnered bounties of up to nine figures, the devilish jailor drew dangerously close to terminating the whimsical pirate with his atrocious Logia-level Devil Fruit ability— Poison.

Against appalling odds he surfaced victorious from that rancid hell, and this gauntlet of grisly might would be no different. This deathly bog would not be his grave; not today, not ever. Just as with the briny deep of the arduous grand line, Luffy would triumph over doubt and emerge a medalist. He tirelessly sought the title of "King of the Pirates," but for now would settle for "Champion of the Colosseum."

"Guess it's time to take this serious an' raise the stakes up a notch. Get ready big ugly, I'm gonna' thrash you!"