IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT's TIME!!!!
Introducing first, fighting out of the red corner, a dark figure with a fabled past and infamous reputation in murdering and devouring his victims. Fighting out of God knows where and making his wRHG debut, Y the Shadow Manipulator!
And now introducing his opponents, fighting out of the blue corner; two vicious vixens possessing powerful weapons harnessing their souls to become immortal. Fighting out of Astorfield, Maryland, The Suicide Sisters!
Don't kill me, Bruce Buffer.
My battle:
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The Suicide Sisters are now standing within competitive grounds, anyone can attack them at any point. Being vigilant is key to survival, also staying evasive from any line of sight from suspicious individuals will also save their skin. They make their way to the registration center, which is near the walls of this giant city-state. Good thing there are directories around because this place is huge! Much larger than any community they've ever been. Would hate to be the poor soul who'll lose their path within this unforgiving place. They grabbed a seat and waited for one person to leave the registration table; a clerk is seen speaking with a woman in a black trench coat and a white porcelain mask. Their conversation lasted for a good five minutes before the woman departed from the center, seems like they're next. They both got off their seats and head to the counter; Bella, the blonde pig-tail girl, crossed her arms and leaned her elbows on the table with a world-weary expression on her face. Eliza, the purple-dyed hair woman, still kept her composure and stood patiently behind the counter. The red-headed clerk finished stacking and ordering her papers before setting them aside. Her blue eyes turned to the two and faced them with a pleasant smile on her face.
“Hello,” she greeted with her silvery voice, “and welcome to the Worldwide Rock Hard Gladiator! How may I help you?”
Eliza cleared her throat and responded, “Hello, ma'am. We're here to register for your program.”
“Alright then, first of all, welcome to our community, we're always open for new contenders. Second, all you need to do is sign here on this document with name, date, and so forth. Once you're done, hand it back to me and I'll register you two in.”
Bella broke her silence, “So wait, you said you're open to anyone that enters? You're saying that even psychopaths, kids, pedophiles, and so forth can just enter and do whatever fucked-up shit they do here-”
“What my partner is saying,” Eliza steps in abruptly, “is that why are you publicly open towards anyone? Aren't you afraid that someone might sabotage the entire program?”
“Not at all,” the clerk stated, “We have rules here that restricts certain people from entering the wRHG program. And yes, there are killers that will enter this, but I assure you that we can bring about justice on anyone that tries to sabotage anything. It's how we sniff out wolves from the sheep herd. There are moderators around here that survey the area. In case anything goes wrong, they come in and embrace the situation.”
Bella doesn't seem to be convinced, “What happens if you die on your first fight? What's the point of signing the registration sheet if we're going to die?”
“Well you see,” the clerk leaned forward, “nobody actually dies within these walls. We have a special center that resurrects and rejuvenates fallen gladiators.”
“Are we fighting in arenas?” Bella inquired.
“Believe it or not, this whole city-state is your battleground.”
“That's unlikely. What about property damages?” Eliza seems concerned about the well-being of the communities' citizens.
“Not to worry, all property damage will be fixed in the matter of 24 hours.”
“Wait wait wait wait wait... you're saying that even if we level half of the city, all that shit will be built straight back up in just a single day?”
“Or two, depending on the damages. This city-state's being supported by its sponsors, and all that money they receive will be used for commonwealth repairs.”
“And who are the builders?” Eliza asked.
“Workers of the wRHG, some are even retired fighters that wish to volunteer in community labor.”
“Speaking of which,” Bella spoke out, “once we register, where do we crash in? Do we have to buy our own homes or something?”
“Of course not, ma'am,” the clerk giggled, “every gladiator gets their own apartment.”
“Apartment?” Bella groaned with displeasure from the sound of living in one of those awful places.
“D-don't be sad about it,” the clerk reassured to the blonde pig-tails, “I promise you that our apartments are the best we ever had. We built them to keep our fighters fresh and comfortable during their stay.”
“Huh, well it better not have any roaches there. If I see even the smallest one,” Bella leaned forward towards the clerk with a stern face, “I'll come for you...”
Eliza grabbed her bigger pig-tail and pulled her away from the clerk. Bella winces in pain as every strand of hair in that pig-tail is being pulled from her scalp.
“Sorry about that, ma'am,” the purple-haired woman apologized, “my partner has a bad experience with roaches, and I'll make sure she 'doesn't' come near you. Isn't that right, Belle?”
Still gripping on her pig-tail, Bella pouts and turns her head away, “Fine.”
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After finishing their registration, the Sisters stepped out of the center into the evening, lampposts are all lit up aligned in a row like candles. The sun is slowly, but beautifully setting with remaining sunlight blending the sky with colors of orange, purple, blue, and black. This is the first time that the Sisters are far away from Astorfield, Maryland, and already they feel a bit homesick, let alone anxious. Like bringing wild dogs into a domesticated home, all this feels foreign to them. It's certainly not like it was back home where crime swarm the streets every night, here's more tranquil and peaceful. Every night they're forced to listen to police sirens passing by, but now here their ears are more relaxed from any sound at all, almost like a ghost town.
“It... sure is quiet here, isn't it Eli?” Bella spoke to ease the silence.
“It is. Too quiet for my tastes.” Eliza surveyed the area for anything suspicious. When it comes to silent settings, it's always too ominous.
“So, shall we head to our apartment then? I'm a bit tired.”
“Already?” Eliza gave her a surprised look, “We just got here.”
“A girl's gotta sleep, y'know? We can always try out the new bed?~” She gave a flirty gesture and winked.
“Don't be hasty,” Eliza demanded, “Despite our newly arrival, I feel like we're being followed.”
The two looked around the area from where they're standing for anything moving. The Sisters are always on their toes when it comes to trouble, here's no exception. They're on a literal battlefield and anyone can ambush the duo at any time. They don't mind it at all, but just wish they weren't constantly chased down like rabbits.
“Eli, we're always being followed. We always have been. Can't we just enjoy the scenery for once in our lifetime-” Bella was then dropped to the concrete plaza floor and rapidly dragged away towards the darkness. With sudden reaction timing, she plunge her blade, Fetta, into the ground and anchored her from slipping away by something that has wrapped around her ankle. She struggled to pull herself up, but the shadowy tendril is too strong. Pulling out Synkiss, Eliza caught up to Bella and shot the tendril, breaking the connection as it slithered away.
“Bella, are you alright?” She kneel down and lift her up with utmost sincerity in her eyes.
“Y-yeah, what the hell was that?!” They both backed away from the spot and leaned onto each others' backs as they searched around. Bella gripped tightly on the handle of her blade while Eliza has her finger on the trigger, holding up to her face.
“Stay on your guard, Belle,” she whispered, squinting her eyes to peer through the darkness settling in as the sun finally sets. It's now nighttime, and whatever's in the shadows is now stronger and ready to strike. All is quiet again as silence looms over the duo, not a single movement was made but their eyes. No noise escaped from their feet or lips, stiff and poised like an elegant statue. Their breathing slowed to enhance their hearing and has enabled them to hear their own hearts beating. They feel their pores slightly secreting sweat from the tension. Just a mere minute passing by, no action was made. Then...
BANG!
Eliza suddenly fired to the left, then tendrils of darkness emerge from every crack around them. The purple-haired woman kept firing at the tendrils while Bella hacks through coming tentacles like butter. One wrapped around both Eliza's wrists and tossed her across the plaza, tumbling violently until she regain her composure and kept shooting. Bella evaded as much of the charging shadow tendrils as possible, chopping and slicing through thick vines of darkness. Then within her own shadow, a figure emerged and latched onto the blonde's thin body. His hands became claws as it sank deep into her flesh.
“Gaah! Fuck!!” She screamed in anguish, desperately shaking her back to loosen his grip. The figure, however, continued to sink his shadow claws inside her chest, forming roots of darkness within. Bella's eyes are slowly turning black, barely concentrated to see anything.
“G-Get the fuck.... OFF OF ME!!” Gripping tight on Fetta to her chest, she jumped backwards and landed on top of him. The ridiculous weight of Fetta crushed the shadowy figure as it vanishes into smokey darkness. Now off her back, the wounds on her sides are slowly healing, flinching as every tissue is reattaching itself. Eliza is still fighting off the monstrous tendrils in which is now growing larger. Eliza, realizing that she's being outnumbered, turned and sprinted towards Bella. The tentacles followed behind and attempt to latch on any of her exposed limbs. As she's running, her Synkiss is slowly charging with a eerie green glow until it grew bright. Once her wounds healed up, Bella stood up feebly and saw her partner running from giant shadow tentacles.
“Bella, swing away!”
The blonde pig-tails reluctantly lift her blade up and waited patiently for the tentacles to come. Eliza ran behind her and, with brute force, Bella swung her blade at the behemoth tentacles. With enough power, the tendrils were knocked back, giving Eliza time to aim and pull the trigger.
BANG!
Its recoil was powerful enough to knock Eliza backwards as the speeding, illuminating energy blast launched towards the menacing tendrils and obliterated them with a massive explosion. The large smoke cloud engulfed their surroundings, hindering their sight. Though the detonation wasn't large enough, its shock wave was enough to quake across the city-state; car alarms sounded off loudly through the night as lights from various houses quickly lit up from the windows. The Sisters, now lying on their backs, are aching in pain from the volatile explosion. Can barely move, they try anyway to remove themselves from the area.
“O-ow...” Bella winced from moving her back. “I'll be honest, t-this is the first time I've gotten... close enough to an explosion like that.”
Bella got to her knees and looked around for signs of Eliza. Could've sworn she was next to her seconds ago.
“Eli?”
Distant shots were heard from afar. She gasped and ran towards the sounds, despite the pain from each footstep she took. Bella ran a few yards until she eventually found her handgun lying on the grass. Realizing Eliza's now unarmed, she reached down and picked it up before resuming her search. The pig-tails arrived to the scene of Eliza fighting against the same figure that latched on Bella not too long ago. This individual is cloaked in a dark trench coat, concealed in bandages from head to toe. His face was hidden in darkness, but still convey the sense of depravity. Eliza is looking tired, still recovering from the immense blast, but still retain enough stamina to evade the man's punches and kicks. Eliza can still block some of his moves, and countered them with a few elbows and jabs. She made a sweep kick, but the figure did a backflip and summons more tendrils to tie her down. Eliza couldn't move, struggling against her bonds has only tightened the grip around her ankles and wrists. The figure pulled out a darkened blade from his trench coat and was prepared to dismember her limbs from her body, walking casually towards her as he lifts up his sword to sever her arm.
“Hey you!” Bella interrupted as she swung her blade like a blunt weapon at the figure, knocking him away from her girlfriend. The shadowy individual violently crashed onto someone's home and fell to the ground. Bella severed the bonds from Eliza and hand back her gun, feeling relieved that she saved her in time.
“Here, you need this.”
“Thank you, Belle.” Eliza rubbed her wrists.
“You know you should never leave your weapon behind.”
Eliza rolled her eyes, “Yes, I know that, but I wouldn't risk that... thing destroying it.”
“So what should we do about him?”
“I have a planned-” Before she could finish, a black spear pierced through her body and pinned her to a tree. Caught by surprised, Bella stared in horror as her partner screams in excruciating pain. Blood drooled from her mouth, forming small, viscous, crimson pools below her. Her Victorian dress is staining red from her bleeding wound. Couldn't bear to see Eliza in this condition, she rushed for her help, but was suddenly knocked away by a massive shadow hand. Bella flew and crashed against a brick wall with sheer force. She fell to the ground coughing and wheezing, that sudden attack had knocked the wind out of her lungs. Struggling to catch her breath, the hooded figure, now a gigantic shadow beast, towers over them and let out an intimidating roar. Tendrils emerge from his chest and attempts to grab the pig-tailed girl. She ran as fast as she could, slicing away incoming tentacles, but was then later caught by the beast's giant hand. Bella still clutched to Fetta as she ascends above the head of the shadow monster, his face is still hidden, but his maws are the only thing showing; rows of canines ready to chew and tear through her bones and flesh.
Eliza, still writhing, struggles to pull herself off the spear, but was unbearable as the spear itself is laced with barbs. The more she tried to free herself, the more the barbs will shred her insides. Eliza's losing energy fast, she's feeling light-headed as more blood oozes from her wound and mouth. Still holding on to Synkiss, she uses whatever strength she has left to lift her arm up and aim at the