Drake Vans (Neon) vs. Nicholas Gregory(Nick Speed)
Apocalyptic and I have decided that I should be the host for our first wRHG battle. So here we are. k.
Both of us spent a good amount of time working on our battle, and we would both appreciate your vote for who the winner is :D
I shall begin with Apoc's lovely battle:
[SPOILER= Apocalyptic's Battle]
---"Well, we got some damage to the light, and that will definitely have to be replaced, and we have some damage inside the car. You're looking at over $1000 in damage. So, tell me again, how in the world did this happen? Because this looks like the product of a bullet and if it is, I am required to call the cops and report it." The mechanic spoke slowly with a deep tone that made him seem exhausted.
---"Ummm, it is a bullet," Nick answered, "but it's nothing to worry about. Just an accidental discharge."
---The mechanic studied Nick for a moment. "And was this by your gun, or someone else's?"
---"Someone else," Nick answered, causing the mechanic to stare at him, confused for a moment. "So, can you fix it or do I need to go to another mechanic?"
---"I can get it done. But it will take a while due to the parts damaged. I will notify you when it is repaired." The mechanic replied.
---"Thanks." Nick answered as he wandered away, heading back to the car he had in the parking lot.
---Sitting there in the handicapped spot was an orange 2014 Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4. Why is it in the handicapped spot? Because you can do that when you drive a half-a-million dollar car. Nick stopped where he was and stood for a moment, admiring the work of art that sat before him in the cracked, concrete parking space. He would always catch himself just admiring his own cars, even in a time like this. He continued walking to the car. He pulled on the door handle and the door rose up in the beautiful way the Aventador did. They were called butterfly doors, and Nick was in love with them. He gently rubbed his seat on the door as he stepped in to the car. He sat in the smooth orange interior of this powerful beast. Nick closed the door easily and relaxed in his seat. His hands caressed the steering wheel softly.
---Nick inserted his key into the car. He pressed the button labeled start that he had customized to have it put above all of the other buttons, on the "ceiling" of the car, to have it resemble a jet plane. The engine roared like a lion. Nick could feel the vibrations in the car from the V12 engine that sat behind him. He focused on the road and pulled out of the parking lot, on to the street.
---Two miles from the auto-body, Nick realized there was a car behind him. Now, this wasn't no ordinary car. This was a car you rarely see on the streets. It was a black 2010 Lamborghini Murciélago LP 640. Nick's car was basically an offspring of the Murciélago that came four years before his and was still extremely powerful. Nick had always liked the car, but it was never one he'd want to own. He put his hand out the window and signaled for the driver of the black Lamborghini to turn at the next right and park. The other driver did what he was directed to do and pulled in right behind Nick. They both stepped out of their vehicles. Nick approached the other man.
---The man was of average size. He stood at about six feet tall. He looked like he was most like in his early 20s. He was of average muscular build, not looking small and fragile, but looking athletic. His hair was styled in a manner that reminded Nick of those guys in movies known as "greasers". He wore blue jeans with some holes around the knee and a black hoodie that he wore with the hood down and sleeves rolled up. He had black sneakers on. Nick instantly asked himself if he could fight and defeat this guy. He figured the answer was yes.
---Nick reached out his hand. The man grasped it and shook with a firm grip. "Hi, I'm Nick."
---"I'm Drake, but everyone calls me Neon." The other man replied.
---"You have a very beautiful car. It's packing a V12 as well, right?" Nick asked, already knowing the answer.
---"Yes sir, same as yours?" Neon answered, not knowing much about the cars.
---"Of course. Only the best for this baby." Nick rubbed his car. "So, where are you heading to?"
---"The RHG tournament. I have an opponent this afternoon." Neon told him.
---"I knew I recognized your name. I'm the guy you're facing." Nick grinned.
---"Then we better get going, shouldn't we?" Neon smiled with a look that could only mean one thing. Little did he know, he was about to make a big mistake.
---Neon quickly turned his car, attempting to bring it back to the asphalt as quick as possible. Nick noticed that Neon was having trouble with that, because he lost control for a moment and almost drove into a ditch. Unlike Neon, Nick maneuvered out of his spot in a flash and was on the road less than a second after Neon was. Nick looked forward and could see Neon, staying at a steady speed of about 100 miles per hour. It was obvious Neon was an amateur driver and he tended to be very cautious. Nick was about the complete opposite. He was an expert driver with skills to prove and he was not cautious. He preferred the term "careful". Nick held the gas pedal down as he gained on Neon.
---The Aventador practically flew by the Murciélago as it passed, exceeding speeds of 150 miles per hour. Nick laughed as he drove on, passed Neon and toward the tournament. Neon was filled with a feeling of loss and encouragement at the same time. He was inspired to accelerate and drive faster than 175 miles per hour. Nick pushed the pedal all the way down. He could feel the power of the car accelerating, nearing it's top speed of 217 miles per hour. With less than a mile left to the tournament, Nick maintained his speed and arrived there in less that 30 seconds. He parked in the parking lot and exited his car, just as Neon pulled up. Nick closed the door to the Aventador and stood beside it as he waited for Neon to park.
---Nick and Neon entered the building, side by side. A man stood there, waiting for them. He was an abnormally tall man, about 9 feet tall, and was extremely strong. On his name tag was the name "Bob". He was the guardian of the tournament, and he was in charge of keeping everyone calm in the waiting room and building, but not in the arena. It was every man for himself in the arena.
---"You're early." he spoke in a deep tone that held an immense strength behind it.
---"I may have drove a little over the speed limit." Nick smiled with a mischievous grin.
---"By little, do you mean 150 miles per hour?" Neon laughed.
---"Okay gentlemen, enough of the kidding around," Bob spoke. "behind these doors, it's no turning back. Do either of you want to forfeit?" He looked between the two men who stared back with blank expressions. "I take that as a no. Enter and may the odds be ever in your favor... Sorry, I've been watching too many movies recently."
---Nick and Neon entered. The doors shut behind them as if some non-human force caused it to happen. The room was the darkest black. They could not see each other or hear each other. Then suddenly there was an extremely bright flash as the room changed.
The light slowly faded as the new arena came into view for the two fighters. The setting seemed to be a large field. After examining the ground, Nick realized he was in a desert. When Nick focused, he could see a town in the distance about two miles away. There was a large pole that had it's base at the ground and it's top aimed at the sky, as if it were a spaceship heading to the moon. Nick looked around him and realized he was standing on a gravel road. It lead straight to the town and when he looked in the other direction, it seemed to be endless. He noticed beside him was his Lamborghini Aventador and beside it was the black Lamborghini Murciélago Neon drove. They were parked perfectly next to each other and both were aimed at the town. It seemed they were parked as if they were eating ready for a drag race. Nick realized that on the opposite side of the black Lamborghini, was Neon, his opponent. They stared at each other for a moment, sharing a look that spoke for them.
---Neon moved fast and opened the door to his car. Nick slid over the hood of the orange beast, reenacting a move he had seen Bo Duke perform in one of his favorite movies, The Dukes of Hazzard. He opened the door to his car and slid in, doing his normal ritual of feeling the steering wheel before he closed the door. It was such a habit he didn't even realize he was doing it half of the time. He shut the door and looked over at Neon who sat in his car, both hands holding the steering wheel tight in his grasp. Nick did the good sportsman gesture of flipping Neon the bird. Neon turned away, not going to let Nick get in his head.
---Suddenly a structure began buildings before them. It formed two 20 foot tall poles that stood directly across the road from each other, 10 feet ahead of Nick and Neon. In between them came a wire that hung loosely from one to the other. And on that wire came a single, yellow stoplight. It wasn't an ordinary stoplight, but one designed for drag racing with four lights, 3 red and 1 green. The lights that were on were the red ones. It would direct them for when the race would begin. Both racers started their vehicle and the sound of powerful, V12 engines roared to life like a lion waking from a long slumber. The lights stayed for 5 seconds, before they flashed and changed.
---Green was their signal to go. As soon as it appeared, they both jammed their foot on the gas pedal of either car. Both cars bolted forward, gravel and dust floating in the air behind them like smoke from a fire. The Aventador passed 60 miles per hour in less than 3 seconds while the Murciélago took about a second longer to top 60 miles per hour. Nick maintained a constant lead for the first 10 seconds of the race. He was going over 100 miles per hour, when Neon pulled out a surprise. He suddenly gained an incredible boost. He had nitrous. That was one thing Nick was always against, he would never cheat in a race and use modifications like that.
---Neon's car bolted forward like a rocket as his nitrous have the car a massive boost. A trained driver would have no problem handling nitrous. But Neon was not a trained driver. He was an amateur without much skill. The car shook and swerved as he attempted to control it through all the power it was exerting, but it was too much for him. The car turned to the right and in panic, he turned the steering wheel hard to the left. The wheels locked as the car jolted to the side and flew in the air. The car flipped once while in the air, then crashed on the gravel road. Sparks flew as the car flipped three more times and came to a stop. The car lay upside-down in a broken, damaged mess. Nick slowed his car and came to a stop beside what was the black Lamborghini Murciélago, but now was just a tattered clump of metal.
---Nick stepped out of his car and examined the wreckage. It didn't look like anyone could survive a crash like that, but then again, he'd been wrong before. He stood, feet placed firmly on the gravel road, staring at the disaster that laid before him. There was movement from the car. At first he thought his mind was playing a trick on him, but he realized he was, in fact, seeing movement.
---Suddenly, the door from the Murciélago shot off into the distance in a flash of light. Nick stood there for a moment, confused by what he had just seen. Then he glanced over at the wreckage and saw what had caused it. Crawling out from the wreckage, was Neon. He was covered in blood and there wasn't a part of his body left unscathed. His clothes were tattered and barely hanging on to his body. He lay there on the ground, struggling to push himself up. Nick approached him. He held out his hand to the injured boy on the ground.
---"If I'm going to win, I'm going to win it fair." Nick told Neon, even though Neon had cheated, he still wouldn't cheat. Nick wasn't like that.
---Neon grabbed his hand and pulled himself up. He stared at Nick for a moment, wondering what would happen next. Then he did the only logical thing that came to him. He punched Nick square in the face. Nick stumbled backwards, his hand on his nose that was now dripping blood.
---"Thanks for the help." Neon said with a sinister grin.
---Nick moved quick and hit Neon once on the side of his gut, then hit him a second time with a punch to the jaw. Neon groaned in pain.
---"You're welcome." Nick answered.
---And that was the end of their short conversation. Neon jumped at Nick, swinging his fists with great speed, but not much accuracy. He landed one hit on Nick's cheek. Nick spat as he brought back his fist and lunged it at Neon. His fist connected with Neon's chest and caused Neon to fall back. He was quick to recover and stand as he had before. Nick acted like he was going to punch Neon, but then brought his right leg forward and kicked Neon in the side of his thigh. He held his thigh as the sting of the hit affected him. Nick swung his left fist and punched Neon on his right ear. Knowing that hit had really got him for a moment, Nick began hitting fast and hard, aiming for his unguarded areas. Neon staggered back. He was in a check, but not yet a mate. He dove forward and gripped Nick by his sides. He shoved him forward, causing Nick to slam into his orange street-demon. Nick looked and saw that the hit had made a very large dent in the left side door. Nick's eyes grew gray as he was filled with a new anger.
---Nick hit Neon with so much force it caused Neon to crash down on the ground. Nick jumped on him and began hitting him with both arms constantly. When he covered his face, Nick would attack his chest. When he covered his chest, Nick would attack his face. He beat Neon endlessly, giving him no time to attempt to retaliate. Neon's eyes began to glow red as anger filled him as well. Neon let out a scream of power as he was filled with a sudden feeling of energy and strength.
---He grabbed hold of Nick as he flew up into the air. He held Nick with his left hand as he charged energy in his right. It glowed a bright blue as it grew around his hand. Then, he released the energy. Into Nick's face. The hit caused Nick to fly forward, headed for the town. Before he hit the ground, Neon appeared above him and slammed his fist down on Nick's chest, propelling him into the ground. Nick laid where he was for a moment, trying to gain the strength to stand. He saw Neon coming down from the sky at an incredible speed. Nick rolled to his right to avoid the hit and cause Neon to dig himself into the ground. Nick jumped up and charged Neon, who was pulling himself up from his failed attack. Nick punched him in the gut which made him lean over, and Nick followed his hit with a hit of his knee to Neon's face. Neon stumbled back and Nick took that as an advantage. He slammed his right shoulder into Neon's chest. He fell on to the hard gravel road.
---Nick turned in the other direction and made a run for the house nearest him. Neon used his
