Tournament of uh..... Nothing! FINAL- Phenom vs. Kirby King
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OoC: This is the last day I'll be here for a week, and also the tournament for that matter, so I'm going to cut straight to the chase and lay it to ya!
"Eaaaaarggggggh!"
Phenom moaned in frustration over being outsmarted and also from the immense discomfort he was experiencing through the searing, burning, and bleeding marks on his face courtesy of a well-placed orb of energy from the regal puffball that opposed him. It was not shaping up to be an enormous marathon of a match, but Phenom was one to be blunt and cut right to the chase. It was this opportunity that called to get to the point. He was not about to waste anymore time continuing down the path of merely murderously stabbing Kirby King, or throwing the courageous warrior through glass and high voltage wire, rather, Phenom decided it was time Kirby King was introduced to a brand new, very odd, yet very hard-hitting finishing (or at least crippling) manoeuvre. Phenom was also one to be rather cold hearted to his opponents, but not to his fans and on-lookers, it was this reason that Phenom decided to put his finisher on the back burner, for the interest of the several innocent lives within the disco tech. Phenom staggered back upright, still slightly reeling from the previous attack from the man who now stood, fully inflated in anticipation, not far away, shifting his weight from toe to toe, ready to continue the onslaught. Kirby King wasted no precious time to attack. As soon as Phenom had risen from the now sparking and flickering dance floor/ battlefield, he was already finishing up another well-charged orb of light. Phenom could once again feel the intense heat of the attack on the back of his lightly charred neck. Acting out of impulse, Phenom drew his Death Sentence for the first time in the heat of battle. Kirby King unleashed the torrent of light from his pudgy but powerful arms, the recoil from the orb sent him stumbling backwards, barely keeping from keeling right over from both force and exhaustion. But Phenom's intuition saved him on this occasion, for in one graceful and smooth motion, he whirled around to face his opposition, whilst swinging his sword like a massive Baseball bat. The mighty blade collided with the orb right in its centre, and the metal deflected the attack straight back from which it came, at its unsuspecting master. The light exploded upon Kirby King in a torrent of flame, exploding light, and pure electricity, all three powers converging to form a devastating blow to the pink skinned duellist. Kirby king wailed in disbelief and utter agony as some of his skin melted off from the scalding hot temperature of the rogue orb. He skidded for several feet from the momentous blast and lay smoking and smouldering in a pile of his own uniquely coloured flesh, sweat, and blood. Phenom did not even glance at his temporarily downed rival as he gave a nonchalant glance at the ceiling, a look to the crowd as if to say "Sorry guys, its for your own good!", and with a bellow that could shatter the thickest plate of glass, his body was enveloped in a dark hue. With his sword tucked tight at his side, its hilt clasped tightly by his two aching hands, the aura that encased the Deadman was absorbed into the mystic blade and in an instant, and much to the amazement of the clubbers, was expelled upon the already crumbling roof, obliterating it into oblivion in the blink of an eye. Kirby King still lay still, subdued at the moment, a small fire yet to cease on his mangled corpse. Phenom then grabbed his likely concussed cranium, still mercilessly throbbing from him landing on it from Kirby King's assault earlier, and with an equally loud bellow, he unleashed the wrath of lasers from his very corneas, cutting around the dance floor, the screaming and terrified spectators stepping back for fear of being burnt to a crisp from contact with the dark purple beams. Phenom, almost done with his preparations, bellowed in his culminating rage:
RISELEM!
Phenom began thumping his massive fists on the floor, his Death Sentence sheathed again at the current moment, whilst repeatedly chanting the odd phrase in direct succession of its predecessor, escalating in decibels each time. Finally, the floor let out a low and long rumble, and to the disbelieving eyes or the dancers, journalists, and judges and on-looking warriors in unison, the floor rose from its place on the ground. Phenom and Kirby King were taking to the skies on an airborne dance podium! In unison, all but Phenom and Kirby King that is, the attendees of this crazy club let out a gasp, half in awe and excitement, half in pure terror, wishing this was all a crazy dream as some chunks of the dance floor fell down from the rising hunk of the battlefield, letting out unpredictable shots of deadly voltage in its swift descent to the club below.
Kirby King, mildly stirring now, teetered dangerously on the brink of his death on the edge of the podium, nearly plunging to impending doom far below, but barely staying on the elevating podium, giving off another makeshift light show with its circuits flaming and sparking in the breeze of the night. Phenom now truly began the build-up to his grand finale attack, as the podium began to come to a slow halt, floating ominously over the bright lights of the large city, where cars screeched to a halt, their operators getting out in the middle of the street to stare dumbstruck at what they were witnessing, or at least what they thought they were witnessing! Phenom drew his Death Sentence once more, this time to charge his final strike against the resilient Kirby King, whom had been a little bit of a thorn in the Deadman’s side. As if making etchings in a stone in the realm beyond sight, Phenom swung down on his blade from in front of his left shoulder to in front of his right knee, and then up to his right shoulder, forming a flaming letter “V”, in which seemingly caused the air that had been cut through to spontaneously combust! Phenom looked down to see the King of Kirby’s now upright!
This was a great shock to Phenom, giving Kirby King a window of opportunity to deliver a devastating kick to Phenom’s mid-section, sending him back over the edge! Kirby King had won! He surely had killed the man in black. But there was one odd problem Kirby King noticed as he paused in his exhausted celebration, he didn’t think he heard any indication of Phenom screaming in his plummet, nor a thud or crash of any sort. Moments later, confirmation of his incorrect assumption arrived a below the corner of the suspended dance platform came a menacing cackle…followed by a white knuckled hand! Phenom had clung for dear life on the edge, and now had brought him self back atop the flickering battlefield, the “V” behind Kirby still continuing to burn stronger than ever! Phenom pointed his long and thick blade at Kirby King, and through the laughter he spouted like water from a fountain, Phenom whispered to Kirby King: "Personal... Vendetta..." The “V” then without warning, exploded in an inferno of epic proportions. It’s explosion sent Kirby King straight up, ignited even more so than before, and once again much skin was lost and shredded through the relentless flames. Meanwhile, as Kirby King careened into the dark of night, still rising from the incomprehensible force of the explosion, which mysteriously did not affect Phenom, the Deadman’s sword feasted upon the rain of blood that fell, along with the lake of it that was left from before. All of which was from Kirby King’s agony and utmost suffering. What is meant by “feasting” is that Phenom’s Death Sentence literally absorbed the juices of his labour, Kirby King’s life fluid. As soon as all had been “downed” by the massive blade, its normal silver tint morphed into a sinister crimson hue, the colour of the all out war the two were having. Kirby King had begun his spiralling downfall now, and Phenom raised his blade in the air, as if in benediction to the lord above. Kirby King, though only half conscious from the beating he had endured from his adversary could feel and unseen force pull him down towards the platform, making him feel as though if he were to come in contact with the floating field of battle, that he would crash right through from the high velocity. The force was almost magnetic as it manipulated Kirby King to the side slightly. The force was Phenom’s blood fed Death Sentence, and as Kirby King came to within inches of it, cringing, ready to be impaled. It used its manipulative energy, which found its source in the blood of Kirby King himself, to keep the pink (but now absolutely crimson red) coloured royal warrior, whose crown still miraculously was perched ever so precisely on the top of his charred and bedraggled head, suspended, allowing him to witness the second to last portion of the onslaught Phenom Vendetta had conjured.
"Blood Lust!"
Phenom confirmed his attack, and upon the words leaving his blood stained lips, the blood of his rival, now in the form of some of the darkest energy one will ever experience, swallowed its former master whole, burning him to the very pit of his tattered soul, its pure power silencing Kirby King’s forlorn and tormented screams of torture. Now Kirby King lay prone after the attack, which had turned him nearly charcoal black both inside and out, subsided after nearly a minute of expulsion from the Death Sentence. Phenom during this seemingly endless span of time had began to go through metamorphosis and change (attire wise, not physically) into something…well…patriotic would be the closest to describing it. His bandana was now that of the Maple Leaf, the Canadian Flag. His pants Red and White coloured, as if acid washed or tie-dyed in the span of time that Blood Lust had devoured. His tank top, though ripped into threads nearly, sported the slogan "Canadian Warriors Kick Ass!" (Inside Canadian joke for you Yankee doodles). He gazed down at his battered foe. He spoke softly to his tortured counter-part.
“Time to face the wrath of a true Mother CANUCKER!” Phenom stated, and as he jumped into the air, the Death Sentence liquefied! It soon resurfaced as something absolutely unorthodox in the field of battle, the Canadian flag! Phenom reared back in mid-air, his knee rising to his sternum, his arm holding his countries flag outstretched behind him. He let loose with a call of: " Wrath of the North!" before tossing the glowing maple leaf adorned flag down at the hapless Kirby King. The impact sent the flag through Kirby King’s side, skewering him to the ground as a fire emerged from ground zero, taking the shape of the Maple Leaf! A chain of massive explosions erupted like Mount St. Helens, followed by a small one that took the form of a mushroom cloud, crispifying the royal Kirby in an act of pure patriotic nature! The after effects of this brutal and ultimate attack could not be described by any individual besides the one whom was unfortunate enough to have had it dealt upon him, in this case, Kirby King. Phenom landed on the platform bluntly, the attack taking much energy from him. All that could be said, as the flag that had just slightly impaled his foe returned to sword form in his hands was something rather stereotypical for the Deadman…
"Eh..."
OoC: Sorry for cutting right to the chase, but I had little time to spare. I enjoyed this match very much and look forward to your reply upon my return, and remember, I’m not shunning the battle if I don’t respond, I’m on a boat in the middle of the ocean! Good Luck and Good Match!
"Eaaaaarggggggh!"
Phenom moaned in frustration over being outsmarted and also from the immense discomfort he was experiencing through the searing, burning, and bleeding marks on his face courtesy of a well-placed orb of energy from the regal puffball that opposed him. It was not shaping up to be an enormous marathon of a match, but Phenom was one to be blunt and cut right to the chase. It was this opportunity that called to get to the point. He was not about to waste anymore time continuing down the path of merely murderously stabbing Kirby King, or throwing the courageous warrior through glass and high voltage wire, rather, Phenom decided it was time Kirby King was introduced to a brand new, very odd, yet very hard-hitting finishing (or at least crippling) manoeuvre. Phenom was also one to be rather cold hearted to his opponents, but not to his fans and on-lookers, it was this reason that Phenom decided to put his finisher on the back burner, for the interest of the several innocent lives within the disco tech. Phenom staggered back upright, still slightly reeling from the previous attack from the man who now stood, fully inflated in anticipation, not far away, shifting his weight from toe to toe, ready to continue the onslaught. Kirby King wasted no precious time to attack. As soon as Phenom had risen from the now sparking and flickering dance floor/ battlefield, he was already finishing up another well-charged orb of light. Phenom could once again feel the intense heat of the attack on the back of his lightly charred neck. Acting out of impulse, Phenom drew his Death Sentence for the first time in the heat of battle. Kirby King unleashed the torrent of light from his pudgy but powerful arms, the recoil from the orb sent him stumbling backwards, barely keeping from keeling right over from both force and exhaustion. But Phenom's intuition saved him on this occasion, for in one graceful and smooth motion, he whirled around to face his opposition, whilst swinging his sword like a massive Baseball bat. The mighty blade collided with the orb right in its centre, and the metal deflected the attack straight back from which it came, at its unsuspecting master. The light exploded upon Kirby King in a torrent of flame, exploding light, and pure electricity, all three powers converging to form a devastating blow to the pink skinned duellist. Kirby king wailed in disbelief and utter agony as some of his skin melted off from the scalding hot temperature of the rogue orb. He skidded for several feet from the momentous blast and lay smoking and smouldering in a pile of his own uniquely coloured flesh, sweat, and blood. Phenom did not even glance at his temporarily downed rival as he gave a nonchalant glance at the ceiling, a look to the crowd as if to say "Sorry guys, its for your own good!", and with a bellow that could shatter the thickest plate of glass, his body was enveloped in a dark hue. With his sword tucked tight at his side, its hilt clasped tightly by his two aching hands, the aura that encased the Deadman was absorbed into the mystic blade and in an instant, and much to the amazement of the clubbers, was expelled upon the already crumbling roof, obliterating it into oblivion in the blink of an eye. Kirby King still lay still, subdued at the moment, a small fire yet to cease on his mangled corpse. Phenom then grabbed his likely concussed cranium, still mercilessly throbbing from him landing on it from Kirby King's assault earlier, and with an equally loud bellow, he unleashed the wrath of lasers from his very corneas, cutting around the dance floor, the screaming and terrified spectators stepping back for fear of being burnt to a crisp from contact with the dark purple beams. Phenom, almost done with his preparations, bellowed in his culminating rage:
RISELEM!
Phenom began thumping his massive fists on the floor, his Death Sentence sheathed again at the current moment, whilst repeatedly chanting the odd phrase in direct succession of its predecessor, escalating in decibels each time. Finally, the floor let out a low and long rumble, and to the disbelieving eyes or the dancers, journalists, and judges and on-looking warriors in unison, the floor rose from its place on the ground. Phenom and Kirby King were taking to the skies on an airborne dance podium! In unison, all but Phenom and Kirby King that is, the attendees of this crazy club let out a gasp, half in awe and excitement, half in pure terror, wishing this was all a crazy dream as some chunks of the dance floor fell down from the rising hunk of the battlefield, letting out unpredictable shots of deadly voltage in its swift descent to the club below.
Kirby King, mildly stirring now, teetered dangerously on the brink of his death on the edge of the podium, nearly plunging to impending doom far below, but barely staying on the elevating podium, giving off another makeshift light show with its circuits flaming and sparking in the breeze of the night. Phenom now truly began the build-up to his grand finale attack, as the podium began to come to a slow halt, floating ominously over the bright lights of the large city, where cars screeched to a halt, their operators getting out in the middle of the street to stare dumbstruck at what they were witnessing, or at least what they thought they were witnessing! Phenom drew his Death Sentence once more, this time to charge his final strike against the resilient Kirby King, whom had been a little bit of a thorn in the Deadman’s side. As if making etchings in a stone in the realm beyond sight, Phenom swung down on his blade from in front of his left shoulder to in front of his right knee, and then up to his right shoulder, forming a flaming letter “V”, in which seemingly caused the air that had been cut through to spontaneously combust! Phenom looked down to see the King of Kirby’s now upright!
This was a great shock to Phenom, giving Kirby King a window of opportunity to deliver a devastating kick to Phenom’s mid-section, sending him back over the edge! Kirby King had won! He surely had killed the man in black. But there was one odd problem Kirby King noticed as he paused in his exhausted celebration, he didn’t think he heard any indication of Phenom screaming in his plummet, nor a thud or crash of any sort. Moments later, confirmation of his incorrect assumption arrived a below the corner of the suspended dance platform came a menacing cackle…followed by a white knuckled hand! Phenom had clung for dear life on the edge, and now had brought him self back atop the flickering battlefield, the “V” behind Kirby still continuing to burn stronger than ever! Phenom pointed his long and thick blade at Kirby King, and through the laughter he spouted like water from a fountain, Phenom whispered to Kirby King: "Personal... Vendetta..." The “V” then without warning, exploded in an inferno of epic proportions. It’s explosion sent Kirby King straight up, ignited even more so than before, and once again much skin was lost and shredded through the relentless flames. Meanwhile, as Kirby King careened into the dark of night, still rising from the incomprehensible force of the explosion, which mysteriously did not affect Phenom, the Deadman’s sword feasted upon the rain of blood that fell, along with the lake of it that was left from before. All of which was from Kirby King’s agony and utmost suffering. What is meant by “feasting” is that Phenom’s Death Sentence literally absorbed the juices of his labour, Kirby King’s life fluid. As soon as all had been “downed” by the massive blade, its normal silver tint morphed into a sinister crimson hue, the colour of the all out war the two were having. Kirby King had begun his spiralling downfall now, and Phenom raised his blade in the air, as if in benediction to the lord above. Kirby King, though only half conscious from the beating he had endured from his adversary could feel and unseen force pull him down towards the platform, making him feel as though if he were to come in contact with the floating field of battle, that he would crash right through from the high velocity. The force was almost magnetic as it manipulated Kirby King to the side slightly. The force was Phenom’s blood fed Death Sentence, and as Kirby King came to within inches of it, cringing, ready to be impaled. It used its manipulative energy, which found its source in the blood of Kirby King himself, to keep the pink (but now absolutely crimson red) coloured royal warrior, whose crown still miraculously was perched ever so precisely on the top of his charred and bedraggled head, suspended, allowing him to witness the second to last portion of the onslaught Phenom Vendetta had conjured.
"Blood Lust!"
Phenom confirmed his attack, and upon the words leaving his blood stained lips, the blood of his rival, now in the form of some of the darkest energy one will ever experience, swallowed its former master whole, burning him to the very pit of his tattered soul, its pure power silencing Kirby King’s forlorn and tormented screams of torture. Now Kirby King lay prone after the attack, which had turned him nearly charcoal black both inside and out, subsided after nearly a minute of expulsion from the Death Sentence. Phenom during this seemingly endless span of time had began to go through metamorphosis and change (attire wise, not physically) into something…well…patriotic would be the closest to describing it. His bandana was now that of the Maple Leaf, the Canadian Flag. His pants Red and White coloured, as if acid washed or tie-dyed in the span of time that Blood Lust had devoured. His tank top, though ripped into threads nearly, sported the slogan "Canadian Warriors Kick Ass!" (Inside Canadian joke for you Yankee doodles). He gazed down at his battered foe. He spoke softly to his tortured counter-part.
“Time to face the wrath of a true Mother CANUCKER!” Phenom stated, and as he jumped into the air, the Death Sentence liquefied! It soon resurfaced as something absolutely unorthodox in the field of battle, the Canadian flag! Phenom reared back in mid-air, his knee rising to his sternum, his arm holding his countries flag outstretched behind him. He let loose with a call of: " Wrath of the North!" before tossing the glowing maple leaf adorned flag down at the hapless Kirby King. The impact sent the flag through Kirby King’s side, skewering him to the ground as a fire emerged from ground zero, taking the shape of the Maple Leaf! A chain of massive explosions erupted like Mount St. Helens, followed by a small one that took the form of a mushroom cloud, crispifying the royal Kirby in an act of pure patriotic nature! The after effects of this brutal and ultimate attack could not be described by any individual besides the one whom was unfortunate enough to have had it dealt upon him, in this case, Kirby King. Phenom landed on the platform bluntly, the attack taking much energy from him. All that could be said, as the flag that had just slightly impaled his foe returned to sword form in his hands was something rather stereotypical for the Deadman…
"Eh..."
OoC: Sorry for cutting right to the chase, but I had little time to spare. I enjoyed this match very much and look forward to your reply upon my return, and remember, I’m not shunning the battle if I don’t respond, I’m on a boat in the middle of the ocean! Good Luck and Good Match!
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