THE TOURNAMENT OF FIGHTERS
In the nexus of all realities, there is a world. A physical dimension created by the energy of Human imagination. Every reality ever given the consideration of thought centers around this point; it is the world of Khazan!! Khazan is considered the intersection of the known multiverse. It is here that every fight in your mind's eye takes place. It is here where any character you can conjure up can fight in any way you see fit for dominance. As they say in Khazan, “The only limit is yourself.”
It is in this world that the Tournament of Fighters takes place. Brought together by personal invitation by a mysterious organization within Khazan; 32 fighters from across the multiverse fought for one honor…to be the greatest fighter in the multiverse (also to win a substantial cash prize)!! The winner of the competition will face one bonus match and two boss battles to determine their worthiness of the title. Round 2 takes us deep into five areas of Khazan that will act as arenas. These sectors include: the Industrial, Lowtown, Uptown, Science sector and the ever popular Arena of Khazan. However, not all our warriors fight for the same cause. Some fight for personal glory others for revenge and others for darker evil intents. Regardless, their stories will now unfold as we bring you Round 2 of the Tournament of Fighters!!
Tournament of Fighters – Round 2 (Fight 5)
Host: Treacherous Co Host: Bloody Freak
Riddick: While traveling in search of the underverse, thought the tournament, “looks like fun.”
Armor King: “Just who is behind the steel armor and black jaguar mask and what does he seek? The answer is veiled in mystery."
Arena: Steel Cage match (nowhere to run)
Rules: Hand to hand fighting only (you can only use the weapons God gave ya!). Otherwise, anything goes!!
- Introduction –
Due to a presidential election in Khazan, the police (working in conjunction with the Multi Universe Authority) have been in hot pursuit of any leads to the whereabouts of the Tournament of Fighters for unauthorized fighting events and interuniversal crimes. The mysterious organizers of the tournament and its ringleader currently manipulate a plan to keep the police at bay. With only one lead, a photograph of the current co-host, Bloody__Freak, the police are still way behind in the hunt for the organizers of the tournament. Meanwhile in an undisclosed location, the high rollers and betting crowd file in with their invitation only pass. Going by strange names to stay covert, regulars such as; Darthsketch, InvincNerd, GOD-SPEED, Shellsbut, FangNThunder and Granobulax and many more eagerly place huge bets on the fight at hand. Despite the troubles surrounding it, the tournament must go on…
(This part written by Bloody__Freak in forums PM)
Bloody_Freak: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm pleased to welcome you all to our first steel cage death match!!! --- Thunderous applause ---
Bloody_Freak: Now, put your hands together for tonight’s main event!!! He’s big, he’s bad, and he’s the most wanted man in the Universe! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Riddick! --- Thunderous applause as Riddick is escorted into the cage by three armed guards ---
Bloody_Freak: Yeah! You know you love it! This man could die right before your very eyes and you’re all eating it up! Let’s meet his opponent! How bout it!? --- The crowd goes crazy and begins chanting his name ---
Bloody_Freak: I give you the most fearsome feline in this galaxy! The man who knows no fear! The King of the jungle! ARMOR KING!!! --- The crowd is held back by armed guards as they attempt to get closer to King as he makes his way to the ring ---
Bloody_Freak: Lower the cage! Let’s get it on!!!!
The cage drops, entrapping the two combatants behind steel bars. Only one would leave alive. An obsessed fan breaks through the guards and rushes the cage.
Granobulax: Riddick! Use your speed and try to work his armor off his shoulders and get a hold of those spikes. The Wrath of the Furyans attack - use it, use it!!! There's no way you’re going to lose to some big brute like Ki-BANG!
Grano falls down with a thud - a bullet had struck his back. Bloody_Freak puts away the weapon and glares at the guards.
Bloody_Freak: No one gets by… Don’t let it happen again.
Guards: Yes sir. --- Grano’s motionless body is carried away ---
Bloody_Freak: On with the tournament!
(End Bloody’s part)
Treacherous stunned, turns to a shadowy corner. A dark figure shrouded in darkness stands there. Treacherous looks bewildered by the scene that just unfolded in front of him.
Treacherous: WHAT THA HELL WAS THAT!! Did you just see what he did?
Shadowy figure: Yes I did.
Treacherous: Did you authorize that?
Shadowy figure: No I didn’t.
Treacherous: What do you want me to do? He’s loose cannon!! He’s going to get us all arrested!!
Shadowy figure: Settle down. He’s perfect. Look at the crowd. They are like frightened little children. All they see is a mad man named Bloody__Freak. They have completely forgotten you and they will never see me. If anything were to happen here, all of them will point the finger at the maniac with the gun. Our perfect little scapegoat. Now, tell me more about this Captain America? Why isn’t he in my tournament?
Meanwhile in the steel cage, the fight must go on…
This is the fight that officially begins the plot of the story for me. Grano is shot and Bloody is...well...a bloody freak.
|QUOTE (treacherous @ Apr 30 2009, 11:59 AM)|
| This is the fight that officially begins the plot of the story for me. Grano is shot and Bloody is...well...a bloody freak. |
Feel free to use me in the next one :D
|QUOTE (Judge Death @ Apr 30 2009, 12:01 PM)|
| Feel free to use me in the next one :D |
Dude, I did these last year on the CBUB. These are old as crap. They are all said and done. N00Bs. I swear.
I remember when you wanted to use me, and then I kept neglecting to write my lines.
And you eventually just used Grano. :lol:
|QUOTE (GruntKilla06 @ May 1 2009, 12:14 AM)|
| Ouch... :mellow: |
Sorry, was that harsh. :D
|QUOTE (treacherous @ May 1 2009, 09:12 PM)|
| Sorry, was that harsh. :D |
:lol: Just a little bit. :P