Post by deo on Mar 7, 2015 19:53:13 GMT
The demon with the oversized goat horns lowers his head and charges the warrior cloaked in the executioner’s hood. The executioner deftly side steps as the horned humanoid charges by, continuing on like someone cut the brakes. His horns slide through the fencing around the outside of the octagon; he tries to back up, but the curved horns take more finesse to remove then they did to put in.
“Ooh, and that's a bad miss,” remarks Michel.
The executioner dashes in behind him and wraps his burly forearms around the creature’s neck.
“Oh, and here comes the Gallows Hold.”
The executioner tightens his grip, then pulls back in a jerk.
SNAP!!
The demon goes limp and the crowd goes wild.
“Well that was certainly entertaining, if a tad short” Michel says, “ that makes the third consecutive lethal KO for our rising street level challenger, the man known as The Executioner.”
The announcer’s box is built just above the ring. It contains two microphones, two chairs, and two announcers. Next to Michel is a woman in a fur-trimmed leather barbarian bikini who continually noshes on peanuts.
“So if your just joining the livecast of today’s event you will notice a bit of a change in the announcer’s box; Gaspar is not with us today as he will be competing in tonight’s main event later on. I am Michel Philipe Du Lyon, professional olympic fencer, lady's escort, and assassin, and I have been asked to fill in for color commentary. Next to me is a woman I’m sure many of you are familiar with from either her tenure as our women’s champion, her normal role as the ringside post fight interviewer, or from her recent photoshoot in the February edition of Eros Magazine. Please welcome the fallen Valkyrie, Lady Bianca.”
“Damn, these peanuts are good as sh*t.”
“Were gonna have to bleep that; anyway, tonight’s main event is brought to you by: The Rogues Gallery, your one stop shady contact for all your needs in larceny, espionage, murder and beyond. And--Janus Street Financial Services, ‘we’ll help you find a new you’. And finally--Galaxy Cola’s new ‘Red Nova’. Red Nova, take charge of your galaxy. All right, now to introduce tonight’s main event fighters, Bianca?”
Bianca smashes a clutch of peanuts in her palm.
“Hmm? What?”
“The competitors, do you want to…”
“Oh sure. There’s the the were-wolf guy, that one gal with the katana and white hair, the other girl with the mohawk and tats, and then there's Gaspar. Y’all know him already.”
“Thanks for contributing Bianca. Anyway it should be a great contest. For this round the Colliseum obstacles and traps will be turned off. To accommodate the size of tonight’s Battle Royale, the normal arena has been increased to double the square footage. The contestants will not be allowed to leave the arena, even if teleportation is involved. All other rules still apply, contestants can be eliminated by surrender, incapacitation, and of course death. We ask that no cameras or recording,”
Bianca grabs her mike and yells with a mouth full of peanuts
“LET THE BLOOD SPILL ALREADY!”
Connor "C.J. Wolf" Jackson
Xue Bai
Gaspar the Gatling
Aiko Efuru
“Ooh, and that's a bad miss,” remarks Michel.
The executioner dashes in behind him and wraps his burly forearms around the creature’s neck.
“Oh, and here comes the Gallows Hold.”
The executioner tightens his grip, then pulls back in a jerk.
SNAP!!
The demon goes limp and the crowd goes wild.
“Well that was certainly entertaining, if a tad short” Michel says, “ that makes the third consecutive lethal KO for our rising street level challenger, the man known as The Executioner.”
The announcer’s box is built just above the ring. It contains two microphones, two chairs, and two announcers. Next to Michel is a woman in a fur-trimmed leather barbarian bikini who continually noshes on peanuts.
“So if your just joining the livecast of today’s event you will notice a bit of a change in the announcer’s box; Gaspar is not with us today as he will be competing in tonight’s main event later on. I am Michel Philipe Du Lyon, professional olympic fencer, lady's escort, and assassin, and I have been asked to fill in for color commentary. Next to me is a woman I’m sure many of you are familiar with from either her tenure as our women’s champion, her normal role as the ringside post fight interviewer, or from her recent photoshoot in the February edition of Eros Magazine. Please welcome the fallen Valkyrie, Lady Bianca.”
“Damn, these peanuts are good as sh*t.”
“Were gonna have to bleep that; anyway, tonight’s main event is brought to you by: The Rogues Gallery, your one stop shady contact for all your needs in larceny, espionage, murder and beyond. And--Janus Street Financial Services, ‘we’ll help you find a new you’. And finally--Galaxy Cola’s new ‘Red Nova’. Red Nova, take charge of your galaxy. All right, now to introduce tonight’s main event fighters, Bianca?”
Bianca smashes a clutch of peanuts in her palm.
“Hmm? What?”
“The competitors, do you want to…”
“Oh sure. There’s the the were-wolf guy, that one gal with the katana and white hair, the other girl with the mohawk and tats, and then there's Gaspar. Y’all know him already.”
“Thanks for contributing Bianca. Anyway it should be a great contest. For this round the Colliseum obstacles and traps will be turned off. To accommodate the size of tonight’s Battle Royale, the normal arena has been increased to double the square footage. The contestants will not be allowed to leave the arena, even if teleportation is involved. All other rules still apply, contestants can be eliminated by surrender, incapacitation, and of course death. We ask that no cameras or recording,”
Bianca grabs her mike and yells with a mouth full of peanuts
“LET THE BLOOD SPILL ALREADY!”
Connor "C.J. Wolf" Jackson
Xue Bai
Gaspar the Gatling
Aiko Efuru
