The crazed psychosis of a mad man had torn down the vampire lord. And now lying on the floor, mind shattered by vicious hallucinations and body bleeding from its aftermath, Joker’s mind broke. And with it’s breaking came the full insanity of his inner demon. The very same type of insanity that Metal Man had been operating with. Up to now Every ounce of the vampires body was numb with pain. With all logic now lost to him, his mind ceased to register pain. Besides, what is pain....to a mad man ? And to what purpose does it serve if not to entice more madness?
Grabbing the dead camera man by the head, Joker turned to his victim and sank his teeth into the poor mans neck. Pulling with a ferocious hunger he consumed the life giving essence with in seconds. As the sweet liquid rushed from his victims neck and through is mouth, it was cleansed by the magic enchanted on his fangs. All impurities and harmful effects were washed clean as the red liquid drained into his belly and renewed his strength. Having his fill, the vampire tossed the body off of him and jumped to an upright position. Blood trickled from his lips as he narrowed his eyes on his enemy lying on the floor. With a quick spin he turned and slammed his foot into the floor raising the plot of earth his enemy lay upon high into the air. With Metal Man pole vaulted in to the sky, Joker rushed upward into the heavens wielding a large rib bone from a Tyrannosaurus Rex. And upon catching his enemy in the air, he cracked the large fossil down on to MM’s chest.
A series of cracking sounds could be heard as the metal warrior broke through the miles of earth that had transported him high into the air and crashed to the ground. Joker placed his hands together and focused his energy towards his opponent. A large stream of green chi came slithering from the vampires chalky white hands and made its way around Metal Mans body. The crazy vampiric bastard was hard at work as he rushed his hands about like an auto mechanic. In response to Joker’s movements the energy streaming around Metal Man began reconfiguring his parts. When all was said and done, the armored warrior found himself transformed into a giant RC race car. In the air, the vampire lord held a remote control and brandished a fiendish grin. He flipped on the power button and pressed on the accelerator to test the response time between him and his new toy. The vehicle jumped at the command and immediately raced off into the clearing behind it. Joker began making wide turns with the wheel of his remote which caused his enemy to doughnut across the field like a member of some rappers entourage ghost riding the whip . Turning the wheel once more, he straightened the enemies course towards a large mountain making sure to hit every tree or rock along the way. After crashing the vehicle through a rather large boulder that blocked the base of the mountain, Joker pressed on the nitro button sending his RC car racing in a burst of speed.
KAABOOMM
The automobile crashed into the base of the mountain breaking tons of solid mineral on to its roof. Large dents bent and broke into the metallic frame of the car as it spun its tires backward and reversed out of the hole it had created for itself. Joker, pressed the button to switch gears and sent the car running up along the mountain side. Once it reached the top, a rather large crater broke open exposing the bubbling lava contained with in the belly of the rock. The car teetered on the edge until the command to burn ruber sent it flying into the steaming hot magma. Joker crushed the remote in his hands and sent his magic energies into the mountainous volcano. The hot lava quickly solidified as his enemy once more took his natural form. With Metal Man encased in stone, Joker howled into the air and waited for his armored foes reply.
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The genius of his foe was unparalelled, and had he not fought so much before, Metal Man would have simply stayed there for a while, and, when Joker left, would have warped off to try later.
But the man had fought so much before that he still had tricks left. In particular his metallic fists managed to work pretty well still, as they sort of ripped their way out of the rock.
That said, it was not a pretty sight, that thing which came from the rock. The armor had been dashed to pieces. Even Metal Man stopped trying to piece it together. He looked down mutely as it rained on the floor in pieces.
The clinking metal pieces were gone, leaving him with his metallic hands (now oversized--they fit him with his suit on--with it off they looked like giant clubs) and his red suit. But he had made sure to disguise it with all the rock and burns. It did not look like it did that one time a cameraman died for simply seeing it. He wasn't about to let his anger weaken him when he had only a few more attacks to throw this battle.
He looked up and glanced at the Joker.
"Say..." he raised his hands slightly. "Have you ever seen Edwards Scissorhands?"
His metallic hands popped off, revealing mere joints.
"Because I'm just like him... except homicidal."
He reached into the ruins of his armor, taking out two sword-like extensions. One and a half swords, the kind normal people take a while to lift normally. He screwed 'em on like they were nothing and went flying at the Joker.
He swung expertly with the swings--well, no, he didn't. He attacked like a maniac, and even though Joker had been brought down to his level, he hadn't been run over by a turnip truck. The Joker easily parried many of the blows and even BROKE one of the swords.
He was more healed than Metal Man, who was in pretty dire straights. And unlike some SSJ 4 maniacs, he hadn't given himself such a power increase to be dimensional distortionometer fodder.
Then the Metal Man suddenly glowed oddly... ...and he felt strange.
A white light was around the Joker. Oddly... his mind was still insane, underneath it all, but his two personalities... they were manifesting simultaneously.
The world was ethereal-y as he parried the last of Metal's evil blows, the other sword busted and his foe unhanded. Yet something was wrong, as he kept attacking at thin air. He punched Metal Man over with ease. Yet he kept on going....
The two separate personalities, those which he had worked to keep separate to avoid inappropriate moments and to also concentrate his fighting powers to the point where a single mind would not match him, were losing their boundaries. Both through the action and a strange tingling feeling, they richocheted around inside the vampire Lord's head.
Metal Man was on the ground, bleeding and battered. But somewhere... he knew.
The two personalities yelled their catchphrases and the Joker did his best to keep it all together. But nothing could stop them from what happened next--the light flashed, and it was over.
...Nothing happened?
Then... the thoughts of both personalities came streaming in, conflicting one another... overriding one another... the Metal Man got up, half dead, and threw a punch.
The Joker would nearly split in two trying to dodge it, as his two minds... they disagreed, but now... they were stuck together?
The weak, bleeding man had a knowing glance as he smacked Joker around with his mere nubs, causing severe brusing, cuts... precious blood lost on the ground... and all of it was there as the mental blow had made his normally noble and slick moves fly everywhere in a mockery of their former shape.
About the time this fully dawned on him (a divided mind reunited does not make up its mind quickly) the Metal Man spoke.
"Although you are strong in spirit and body, you lack one thing... a mind of unity. I did not just screw with your mind to make you mad--I did it to open it up to other things... worse things. You opened yourself up when you beat on me, both earlier and now--and in that state your mind is in a prime condition to be effected."
He pulled out a tattered medical book. "According to conventional knowledge, I healed you. But... for you, the splitness to your being made you untouchable. Even I could not really crack you. Maybe even now you will stop me."
He raised a finger. "But you'll never beat me at thinking, especially not in this state!"
The man screwed on his hands.... and cracked their dirty, dusty, dented knuckles.
"It's showtime!"
Now that he had thrown away almost all his dead weight, the Metal Man took on an unnatural speed and grace, perhaps even faster than Joker's. His stamina was near the ground, and he knew it--but being a habitual gambler, he rolled his dice this one last time, hurling jabs, kicks, throws, headbutts, bits, and the works in a frenzied attempt to kill Joker before he could react.
Though an air of preparedness and resignation followed him as he went... what did he have in mind for the final round???
But the man had fought so much before that he still had tricks left. In particular his metallic fists managed to work pretty well still, as they sort of ripped their way out of the rock.
That said, it was not a pretty sight, that thing which came from the rock. The armor had been dashed to pieces. Even Metal Man stopped trying to piece it together. He looked down mutely as it rained on the floor in pieces.
The clinking metal pieces were gone, leaving him with his metallic hands (now oversized--they fit him with his suit on--with it off they looked like giant clubs) and his red suit. But he had made sure to disguise it with all the rock and burns. It did not look like it did that one time a cameraman died for simply seeing it. He wasn't about to let his anger weaken him when he had only a few more attacks to throw this battle.
He looked up and glanced at the Joker.
"Say..." he raised his hands slightly. "Have you ever seen Edwards Scissorhands?"
His metallic hands popped off, revealing mere joints.
"Because I'm just like him... except homicidal."
He reached into the ruins of his armor, taking out two sword-like extensions. One and a half swords, the kind normal people take a while to lift normally. He screwed 'em on like they were nothing and went flying at the Joker.
He swung expertly with the swings--well, no, he didn't. He attacked like a maniac, and even though Joker had been brought down to his level, he hadn't been run over by a turnip truck. The Joker easily parried many of the blows and even BROKE one of the swords.
He was more healed than Metal Man, who was in pretty dire straights. And unlike some SSJ 4 maniacs, he hadn't given himself such a power increase to be dimensional distortionometer fodder.
Then the Metal Man suddenly glowed oddly... ...and he felt strange.
A white light was around the Joker. Oddly... his mind was still insane, underneath it all, but his two personalities... they were manifesting simultaneously.
The world was ethereal-y as he parried the last of Metal's evil blows, the other sword busted and his foe unhanded. Yet something was wrong, as he kept attacking at thin air. He punched Metal Man over with ease. Yet he kept on going....
The two separate personalities, those which he had worked to keep separate to avoid inappropriate moments and to also concentrate his fighting powers to the point where a single mind would not match him, were losing their boundaries. Both through the action and a strange tingling feeling, they richocheted around inside the vampire Lord's head.
Metal Man was on the ground, bleeding and battered. But somewhere... he knew.
The two personalities yelled their catchphrases and the Joker did his best to keep it all together. But nothing could stop them from what happened next--the light flashed, and it was over.
...Nothing happened?
Then... the thoughts of both personalities came streaming in, conflicting one another... overriding one another... the Metal Man got up, half dead, and threw a punch.
The Joker would nearly split in two trying to dodge it, as his two minds... they disagreed, but now... they were stuck together?
The weak, bleeding man had a knowing glance as he smacked Joker around with his mere nubs, causing severe brusing, cuts... precious blood lost on the ground... and all of it was there as the mental blow had made his normally noble and slick moves fly everywhere in a mockery of their former shape.
About the time this fully dawned on him (a divided mind reunited does not make up its mind quickly) the Metal Man spoke.
"Although you are strong in spirit and body, you lack one thing... a mind of unity. I did not just screw with your mind to make you mad--I did it to open it up to other things... worse things. You opened yourself up when you beat on me, both earlier and now--and in that state your mind is in a prime condition to be effected."
He pulled out a tattered medical book. "According to conventional knowledge, I healed you. But... for you, the splitness to your being made you untouchable. Even I could not really crack you. Maybe even now you will stop me."
He raised a finger. "But you'll never beat me at thinking, especially not in this state!"
The man screwed on his hands.... and cracked their dirty, dusty, dented knuckles.
"It's showtime!"
Now that he had thrown away almost all his dead weight, the Metal Man took on an unnatural speed and grace, perhaps even faster than Joker's. His stamina was near the ground, and he knew it--but being a habitual gambler, he rolled his dice this one last time, hurling jabs, kicks, throws, headbutts, bits, and the works in a frenzied attempt to kill Joker before he could react.
Though an air of preparedness and resignation followed him as he went... what did he have in mind for the final round???
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Thought the vampire as his psyche tore in two. Metal Mans hand had been played well. With clever regard for his opponent’s strength, he showed he was able to turn the vampire’s madness into a weakness. And now falling beneath a barrage of powerful strikes and kicks, Joker’s body began to resemble his current state of mind. The inner demon and the brooding god were at odds with in a single entity vying for space and dominance. Each one was willing to rip apart their host for complete control of the body.
At the end of the onslaught from Metal Mans attack, the bloodied and beaten vampire slumped to the ground clutching his head in complete agony. No sound escaped from him, only an intense and relentless shivering. Metal Man watched as his enemy shook and convulsed on the floor before him. He watched as the once powerful and proud vampire lord crawled his way towards him in pain. Allowing the trembling hand of his enemy to touch his boot he knelt down and waited for it to happen.
By it, I mean the very thing that was inevitable after such a separation of volatile personalities.
You know …….the big “POP”
Joker lifted his head high enough to see the anticipation in Metal Mans eyes. Half of him wanted to throttle the f*****’s neck and the other half wanted to go on a walk about with one legged aborigines. In the end, the two halves of Joker’s mind could not with stand the pressure and finally gave into the self destructive nature of MM’s attack.
“GGGRRRROOOOOOPPPPPPPP”
The vampire lords brain exploded through his skull sending bits of meaty flesh flying across the battlefield. Blood and flesh splattered all over Metal Man as if some one had shot a birthday cake with a shotgun. The foul aroma of rapidly rotting flesh quickly absorbed into his armor bleaching its smell into the very fabric of its material. I guess you could say that this was some thing of a little reminder to be taken with him along with his victory. It was the the acrid stench of ****. The true mark of a warrior who has defeated the evil vampire lord was now imprinted on him like a badge of honor. From this point forward all anyone would have to do, would be to take a deep breath near Metal Mans vicinity and marvel at the crapulence. The unmistakable odor will surly mark him as having defeated the famous vampire. He was now and forever THE **** !!
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OOC: All around Metal Man I would like to say thanks for helping me get some of the dust off my writing. I still have a ton of errors that hinder my ability to convey what I see in my head but I’m getting there. I really enjoyed how this fight gave me the opportunity to be a bit crazier in this battle than I usually am in others. I used tactics and methods I haven’t used in years and for that I’m thankful. Great fight, some great laughs and an overall great experience. Thanks MM !!
Thought the vampire as his psyche tore in two. Metal Mans hand had been played well. With clever regard for his opponent’s strength, he showed he was able to turn the vampire’s madness into a weakness. And now falling beneath a barrage of powerful strikes and kicks, Joker’s body began to resemble his current state of mind. The inner demon and the brooding god were at odds with in a single entity vying for space and dominance. Each one was willing to rip apart their host for complete control of the body.
At the end of the onslaught from Metal Mans attack, the bloodied and beaten vampire slumped to the ground clutching his head in complete agony. No sound escaped from him, only an intense and relentless shivering. Metal Man watched as his enemy shook and convulsed on the floor before him. He watched as the once powerful and proud vampire lord crawled his way towards him in pain. Allowing the trembling hand of his enemy to touch his boot he knelt down and waited for it to happen.
By it, I mean the very thing that was inevitable after such a separation of volatile personalities.
You know …….the big “POP”
Joker lifted his head high enough to see the anticipation in Metal Mans eyes. Half of him wanted to throttle the f*****’s neck and the other half wanted to go on a walk about with one legged aborigines. In the end, the two halves of Joker’s mind could not with stand the pressure and finally gave into the self destructive nature of MM’s attack.
“GGGRRRROOOOOOPPPPPPPP”
The vampire lords brain exploded through his skull sending bits of meaty flesh flying across the battlefield. Blood and flesh splattered all over Metal Man as if some one had shot a birthday cake with a shotgun. The foul aroma of rapidly rotting flesh quickly absorbed into his armor bleaching its smell into the very fabric of its material. I guess you could say that this was some thing of a little reminder to be taken with him along with his victory. It was the the acrid stench of ****. The true mark of a warrior who has defeated the evil vampire lord was now imprinted on him like a badge of honor. From this point forward all anyone would have to do, would be to take a deep breath near Metal Mans vicinity and marvel at the crapulence. The unmistakable odor will surly mark him as having defeated the famous vampire. He was now and forever THE **** !!
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OOC: All around Metal Man I would like to say thanks for helping me get some of the dust off my writing. I still have a ton of errors that hinder my ability to convey what I see in my head but I’m getting there. I really enjoyed how this fight gave me the opportunity to be a bit crazier in this battle than I usually am in others. I used tactics and methods I haven’t used in years and for that I’m thankful. Great fight, some great laughs and an overall great experience. Thanks MM !!
How about a Magic Trick?? I'm going to make this pencil dissapear !
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The Metal Man stared at his armor, half-expecting it to cause horrific hallucinations, the other half wondering if he could ever get the smell out.
Indeed, he was so tired and bloody that he nearly forgot about his foe... until he looked and saw that there was nothing left of Joker to fight.
He swooned for a moment, thinking he was the one that was dead--but upon stepping in a puddle of rotting flesh, he shook his head.
"Indeed, it is as if he has lost...."
He idly picked up the remains of his helmet, and then another clock-shaped piece of shrapnel, idly making a portal back home. He stepped towards it, looking over his shoulder again.
"Didn't know I had it in me." He held up a smoking, now somewhat bad smelling hand. "I guess it was all those fancy toys and planets which had gotten in my way of victory. Had I simply picked on his weak spot... perhaps he would have died much quicker."
He looked up, and put on another visor--though still helmetless.
"Of course, being a vampire, death is not permanent for him--and I was not planning on trying to kill him that way, either. But from this moment on, I shall be able to proceed knowing I have won a great victory."
He coughed and stuttered his way to the portal. One could not tell where it went, for it was so freakish-looking that to even look at it might drive one mad. He would in time repair his armor and clean as much as he could off of it--but the mark would persist alongside his deathmachine and bad puns!
Heaven help his next foe, as he had apparently discovered something about himself while fighting his old foe.
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OOC: Yeah, that was one of my best ones for a while, too. Repster looked promising, but he went inactive and has yet to reply again. Metal Man's a great source of crazy fights, for sure. And... yeah. I'm sure it helped a bit that Metal Man referred to the old times we fought and such.
Hope to have some other good ones soon, if I can properly direct some other people to the new topic... I've found that by doing these fights I've been able to get more done here than I've done in all the years prior, heh.
Indeed, he was so tired and bloody that he nearly forgot about his foe... until he looked and saw that there was nothing left of Joker to fight.
He swooned for a moment, thinking he was the one that was dead--but upon stepping in a puddle of rotting flesh, he shook his head.
"Indeed, it is as if he has lost...."
He idly picked up the remains of his helmet, and then another clock-shaped piece of shrapnel, idly making a portal back home. He stepped towards it, looking over his shoulder again.
"Didn't know I had it in me." He held up a smoking, now somewhat bad smelling hand. "I guess it was all those fancy toys and planets which had gotten in my way of victory. Had I simply picked on his weak spot... perhaps he would have died much quicker."
He looked up, and put on another visor--though still helmetless.
"Of course, being a vampire, death is not permanent for him--and I was not planning on trying to kill him that way, either. But from this moment on, I shall be able to proceed knowing I have won a great victory."
He coughed and stuttered his way to the portal. One could not tell where it went, for it was so freakish-looking that to even look at it might drive one mad. He would in time repair his armor and clean as much as he could off of it--but the mark would persist alongside his deathmachine and bad puns!
Heaven help his next foe, as he had apparently discovered something about himself while fighting his old foe.
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OOC: Yeah, that was one of my best ones for a while, too. Repster looked promising, but he went inactive and has yet to reply again. Metal Man's a great source of crazy fights, for sure. And... yeah. I'm sure it helped a bit that Metal Man referred to the old times we fought and such.
Hope to have some other good ones soon, if I can properly direct some other people to the new topic... I've found that by doing these fights I've been able to get more done here than I've done in all the years prior, heh.
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