05-06 TOA R5: FINALS - BelleOfTheNight v. Samurai Kenji I

[LocoColt04]

You guys know what to do by now. You have two weeks from tomorrow, but you may really start posting tonight. The thread will be closed on 28 December 2005.

[Akira]

Kenji shifted the car into sixth gear as he came roaring down the highway in his silver metallic Porsche Carrera GT. The wind blew into his face with the force of ten hurricanes. He screamed like a little school girl, nearly creaming himself as a result of the majestic roar of the powerful motor.

He set the car into a drift as soon as he saw one of the sharper turns on the highway approach. The feeling of being on a merry-go-round at the carnival entered his mind as he went screeching sideways, catching the turn perfectly and expertly maneuvering around the barricade separating the road in the middle. When the tires had finally regained full traction with the road, he commenced heating the motor to insane temperatures.

Flying down the highway like a thunderbird, he took a short glance to the passenger seat. He nearly swerved off the road at the sight he beheld. After blinking for about ten seconds and nearly crashing the car multiple times, he realized that Keiko, the bikini model he so longed to be with, was actually sitting next to him! She wore a seductive sleeveless black top with a beautiful V-cutout, a joyful sight for any straight man especially since her bosom was not exactly lacking in size. Suddenly, Kenji's eyes wandered further downward, catching a glimpse of the skimpy white skirt revealing Keiko's soft, sensual yet innocent legs. Suddenly, as if the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus was on tour, a massive tent was "erected" in the car almost bringing Kenji to a complete halt.

Taking the first turnoff he saw, he gave full gas to get off the highway. Weirdly enough, he had arrived right in front of a big house which seemed to have his name written on the front gate. He shrugged in confusion yet drove up to the gateway.

"Authorization granted Mr. Matsura" said the robotic voice coming from a small speaker as the gates opened. He hastily drove his car to the front of the house and got out. He jumped out instantly and feverishly ran to Keiko's car door as fast as possible.

"Come my luv.....let's go in" he nervously said, the antsy tone of his voice quite apparent.

"Alright, let's go up to your room you muscley sex machine" she said as the words left her mouth like soft butter.

Kenji's jaw literally dropped to the ground in amazement. 'Man, she's not wasting anytime at all. Better take advantage of it before she changes her mind' he thought to himself as a perverted grin engulfed his face. Then he thought for a second: 'Wait a minute, I'm not muscley?' His astonishment from before was now actually topped as he gazed upon his muscular physique in one of the house's windows. He flexed his muscles to test out his newly discovered build and accidentally ripped the shirt. The former shirt fell from his body as he picked up Keiko, obviously putting those muscles to good use.

He approached the door of his house which strangely opened just before he was about to do so himself. As he entered, he was greeted by the same voice who had opened the front gate for him: "Good evening Mr. Matsura. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Eh...ehhhh...no, not really. Thanks anyway, whatever you are?"

The inside of the house was rendered with beautiful lighting and many expensive statues, pictures, etc. were dispersed throughout it. Yet this amazing domain was not able to impress him more than the prize he held in his arms. He rushed up the stairs and ran for the nearest bedroom. Laying Keiko's body on the bed, he turned around to take off his pants and socks. AS he turned around again, Keiko seemed to have instantly changed her attire. The seductive outfit had now been replaced by red desous wear. Kenji's eyes grew in size as he flung himself toward the bed. He groped Keiko's body as she started to sigh erotically. Her trembling lips then tried to regain control and muster words together:

"Kenji?" she said practically moaning it.

"Yes, baby?"

He gazed upon her face as she smiled, sunshine lighting her miraculously flawless body from behind. She gestured towards the straps holding her top piece up, sexually unbuckling one.

"The next round is about to begin, please come with me" Keiko said with an extremely dark and manly voice. Suddenly, the sunshine turned to gray and her face transformed to that of a tall man, the man who had accompanied Kenji to every fight thus far.

Kenji's face turned to a deep frown as he stumbled to get up out of his bed and stand up. He immediately turned red and jumped back into the bed as the man gestured towards the "erected" tent.

"You have 5 minutes to get ready, I shall wait outside"........."some of these participants are really disgusting" the tall man murmured to himself as he went outside.

Quickly getting dressed and ready, he went outside, again being greeted by the man.

"Hehe....There we see each other again I guess heh.....You're not gonna tell anybody about this little happening are you?" he asked timidly. The man gave no reply although Kenji swore to have seen a small smirk on the seemingly emotionless face, not a good sign for poor ole' Kenji.

Trying to break the uncomfortable mood, he ran towards the VR-room in an attempt to reduce the time he would have to further spend with the man. In one motion, Kenji was in the seat and strapped in for the next round. He felt the tingly feeling of the wires entering his body, almost like a narcotic substance, and was immediately thrown into the endless white abyss.

Without having said anything, Kenji was thrown onto a pit of sand. Accidentally swallowing some sand, he burst out coughing and spitting. He stood up, yet felt taller and stronger. He had seemingly changed to his other persona without noticing it.

He looked around the pit, realizing that it wasn't a pit but much rather a ring. He further looked around noticing he was surrounded by a cheering crowd. Suddenly, he was pounced to the ground by an unknown force. He sprang up and turned around to see a 7 foot tiger leashed to the ground by a rusty chain. He also noticed a man sitting upon a throne set in a closed off booth, who's face strangely resembled that of the tall man. Eventually, Akira realized the man was laughing incessantly at him, the reason not being too much of a mystery.

On closer inspection of his surroundings, he realized he was in a Roman style coliseum. The whole arena was scattered with wild animals and widely varying weaponry. There was absolutely no place to hide from his enemy here yet it would at least offer an instant and direct fight. He waited in tranquility for his opponent to arrive, meditating and conjuring all his strength together.

[Bryan]

Once again, Patient 520 was strapped to that familiar chair and hooked to the machines yet again. He was quickly thrown into the other world which he was growing all too familiar with. The switch of identities took place faster than ever this time around. Before he knew it, the Unknown was in control again.

The creature found himself squinting his eyes as the sunlight blinded him for a moment as he looked around. He saw thousands of people within the seating of an arena and it appeared as though he was part of the attraction. His concentration was broken by the sound of a roaring tiger to his right. He quickly took notice of this.

Turning back to his left, he saw a familiar opponent. It was the only opponent that had damaged him near defeat thus far. It was Akira. The Unknown quickly grew furious and started towards him in a haste, starting up the chainsaw he once intended to kill him with before.

About halfway across the sand covered floor, he heard a sound coming from behind him. It was the sound of heavy gears clanking against one another. Standing next to Akira, he turned around quickly to see a large, steel door raising up. As it raised, it slowly uncovered what was behind it until it was eventually uncovered completely.

A massive beast like warrior wearing what looked like extremely heavy and war-torn armor. His helm completely covered his head and had a menacing look. The warrior's build made both Akira and the Unknown look as though they were children. The Unknown watched him as he stepped foward from across the sandy floor.

As the warrior stepped into the light, he could be seen holding a giant axe which appeared to be about half the size of the Unknown's body. A good swing with such a weapon on any part of the body could easily kill a man. The warrior stopped and looked around as the crowd began to roar loud enough to drown out the sound of the Unknown's chainsaw.

Just then, the warrior let out a massive battle cry that gave even the Unknown the chills. The warrior's focus was on him and Akira now. He slowly began to advance towards them. The Unknown brought his chainsaw up to ready himself, standing now side by side with Akira. He turned his head and gave a different kind of look to Akira with a slight nod and then turned his head to give a glare to his approaching opponent.

The Unknown began to walk foward until he was standing in the shadow of the massive warrior. The crowd grew silent as the Unknown and his new opponent stared at one another. A slight breeze swept through, blowing sand around in the distance.

The silence was broken quickly as the massive warrior swung his axe at the Unknown with brute force. He quickly dodged the attack and began to circle the warrior. The crowd's roar was almost deafening as they looked on with anticipation.

[LocoColt04]

Tournament Note:

Winter Box: Hello
LocoColt04: Hey there
LocoColt04: Long time no talk, eh?
Winter Box: I'm not sure if Raine told you but neither me nor him are in the mood for a RPB
Winter Box: Yes, it's been a while. How have you been? Terribly impolite of me not to have asked first.
LocoColt04: I've been pretty good. Do you want me to go ahead and scrap your fight then, and re-label theirs as the finals and give them another week or two?
Winter Box: Yeah, that would be for the best. Sorry to not finish things off though.
LocoColt04: Oh, don't worry about it. Maybe going back to a traditional tournament will peak your interest next time?
LocoColt04: Pique, even
Winter Box: It depends what else is going on in real life, at that time. But hopefully I'll be "up" for it.
LocoColt04: Well then, it's settled. Jay completely detests the thought of posting, and you're not really interested either. Looks like we've got a finals bout on our hands.

Well boys, looks like it's just the two of you.

Scrap the old closing date. I'm giving you an extra two weeks.

On Wednesday, 11 January 2006, the thread will be closed and judged. Pardon the interruption, but I thought the two of you would like to know, eh? Enjoy!

[Akira]

As the Unknown parried the attack of the massive warrior and circled around to the other side, Akira decided to use the Unknown's distraction as a chance to attack. The gigantic warrior had turned his back to Akira, making a cut into the tough flesh on the behemoth’s back possible. Akira leaped into the air and brought his sword down. Suddenly, the flat side of the creatures' axe neared Akira's upper body sending him hurdling towards the wall of the coliseum.

Coming down from a six foot fall, Akira coughed up a puddle of sticky blood. Before he could gather his senses, he was being mauled by one of the tigers in the arena. The massive saber like teeth pierced Akira's arm, forcing him to send out a scream of utter suffering. Blood started to trickle endlessly from his lower arm but was quickly soaked up by the sandy ground of the arena. Akira punched his gauntlet into the side of the tiger as hard as he could, almost creating a crater with his fist between the ribcage of the beast. He immediately sent off a flurry of poisonous needles into the creatures’ side.

The tiger jumped off of Akira and set its body in front of Akira in an effort to impede his way. Akira unsheathed his mighty katana with tranquil patience and held it in front of himself. As if meditating, Akira waited many seconds before giving a response. The tiger growled at Akira furiously and also showed signs of pain and suffering. The creatures' current weakened state was little to oppose the skills of the Samurai, something that was apparent to all that looked on.

The crowd held it's breath as they waited for Akira to make a move. Akira started a lightning fast gallop towards the tiger, running right past it. Akira's evasion of making contact with the tiger flabbergasted the crowd. However, the confusion of the crowd was almost as short lived as Akira's quick dash as they saw the head of tiger slide off of it's neck and spurt blood all over the arena.

Akira's bleeding showed no signs of relenting; possibly meaning he had received internal damage from the hurdle against the wall. His arm was also in bad shape although the tiger had not punctured any major arteries or veins. He pulled a black cloth from between his breast plate and upper body and wrapped it tightly around his wounded arm. He looked around for the massive warrior and the status of the Unknown’s fight. The dispute between the two commenced yet he had no intention of staying out of it.

Grabbing a throwing spear that lay on the dusty ground, Akira chucked it into the air and caught it again, instantly sending it whistling through the air towards the warrior’s left lower leg. The spear shot through clean and left behind a stream of gushing blood but strangely had no impression on the warrior. It seemed this behemoth would only fall to a repetitive and constant attack on the same body region.

Akira started towards the two fighters and put his fingers tightly around the grip of his sword's handle. About a man's length distance away, he leaped into the quarrel and unsheathed his sword in midair striking at the gigantic warrior's left heel. A shower of crimson filled the air and covered Akira's body with a layer of wet blood. The creature still showed little reaction but.....

[LocoColt04]

*pokes thread*

I give you guys all this extra time, and this is all you can come up with? I thought you two were excited about this? Come on! Five more days! Put on a show!

[Bryan]

As the Unknown dodged the massive warrior's attack, he noticed that Akira was now battling along side with him. His focus was turned away from killing Akira. Was this some sort of final challenge for the two? Suddenly, a loud, crashing sound shook the ground from behind the Unknown. He quickly turned to discover yet another massive warrior in similar armor crashing through the wall, heading at the two full force.

The Unknown ran at the new warrior, drawing his roaring chainsaw back in an attempt to saw through the warrior's leg. In the moment of impact, the saw only created a shower of sparks against the warrior's thick shin guards. The warrior swung his huge battle axe at the Unknown, missing him, but striking him hard in the back with the blunt side. This sent the Unknown across the arena and into a wall. He hit the ground, his vision blurring as he tried to focus on Akira and his battle.

The powerful ogre-like warrior who had just sent him flying was now basking in his move, arms above his head and the crowd was roaring. It appeared as though the two were in grave danger. There would be no way for them to take down both of the huge warriors. The Unknown, still trying to shake off his blurry vision, looked at the opening which the fist warrior used to enter the arena. He quickly got back on his feet and began to run for the opening. Once he reached it, he turned back to Akira and for the first time, yelled, "Akira!".

He walked into the dark, damp tunnel a few feet only to discover something odd. It was the room in which they had battled once before, but it seemed to be replaying right in front of him. He watched a vision of himself and Akira fighting exactly as they did before. Everything was exactly the same! Could this be a glitch in the holodeck?

The two battling in the room didn't seem to be able to see the Unknown. It's was as if he were a ghost. He looked to his left and saw a doorway that looked like some sort of off-black computer screen. He shut his chainsaw off and mounted it on his back. What could be behind that doorway?

The Unknown waited for Akira, with no intentions of killing him. He watched confused as the vision of himself and the vision of Akira battled on...

[Akira]

'Thwack!!!'

The all too familiar pain of being hit by the massive warriors axe spread throughout Akira's body again. He spat out a clotty puddle of blood which felt more like coughing up a lung or at least a fleshy remneant of his innards. His internal bleeding showed no signs of imporving and further blows to his body would surely kill him. His extremely weakened state slowed and numbed all his senses. He gazed up in an effort see his opponents but everything was blurry. The vivid fluid imagery that he could make out only helped to further confuse him, however staying put would be like asking the giant warriors to kill him. He gathered his dwindling strength and forced himself to get up.

Running backwards into the unknown surrounding, he eventually bumped into the wall of the stadium. Relieved to have found something to orientate himself by, he further struggled to make out the stand point of the two warriors and the Unknown. Slowly the glistening of shiny metal became ever crisper until finally he could make out the the rusty edge of the axe that was hurdling towards him. Without thinking for a second, he threw himself on the ground and rolled to the side. The impact of the axe sent hot chips of colliseum wall towards Akira's skin, some lodging themselves deep within. Before he could even take notice of the pain, he found himself sprinting towards the other side of the stadium in hopes of gathering himself and locating the Unknown.....if he was still alive that is.

Fortunately for Akira, the ogre warriors were quite slow when walking, something that didn't apply to their unrelenting attacks. He quickly glanced the whole field yet it showed no signs of the Unknown. After further quick scoping of the surroundings, he realised the door the warriors had come through was still gaping open. Was this the location of the Unknown's current whereabouts? Suddenly he heard a voice yell: "Akira!"

He started another full on gallop, however, this time towards the ogre-like warriors. One of the giants readied his axe in the air anticipating the arrival of the Samurai and brought it down accordingly. Akira however threw his body into a slide and went right between the legs of the monstrosity and got up only to find himself in front of the huge gateway.

On entering he found himself in black scape which seemed to drain all sources of light. However his eyes soon adjusted only to find himself in a quite familiar surrounding. Before he could fully realise what was going on, he was surprised by flying sparks. He saw himself fighting the Unknown and at first believed it to be the real Unknown. But then his mind quickly realised that this was a mere image of his earlier battle.

Exponentially confused, he looked around for the real Unknown. At this point a black doorway leading into an endless abyss caught his eye, with the Unknown standing next to it. He looked as if he had been waiting for Akira. Sending a sign of aknowledgement, Akira approached the Unknown and asked: "What is this place?" However he knew the Unknown was just as knowledgeable of this place as he. Peering into the black doorway, Akira's face was consumed by puzzlement and confusion. He placed his hand inside and saw it dissappear right before him. Pulling it back out, he watched as his hand reappeared before him. His amazement was only overwhelmed by his curiousity. He placed his hand in again however placed it deeper this time until he was about shoulder length in. He looked at the Unknown with a sigh of relief and said: "It's okay. It's not dangero...." but before he could finish his sentence, he was sucked into the doorway completely. Seeing nothing but black, he fell into, what seemed to be an endless pit......