SUPER SOLDIER SHOWDOWN AAAAREEEENAAAAAAA!!!!

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Donna looked at the arena silently, it was a large arena with a body of water around it, pretty deep too. "It's okay, Leo... this should be easy! He only has one form, don't worry!" she smiled, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-Shirt. She was massaging the neck of a tall and rather slim man, his skin was dark and his black hair came to his shoulders. His bright peacock blue eyes looked around the arena with an expression of

'Why the hell am I here right now?'

He was rather plainly dressed as he stood there, wearing a grey outfit and completely lacking shoes of any sort. He waited for his opponent, not even really wanting to fight too much, though he said nothing in protest, he'd just get this over with quickly.

[demonfire]

Shark sat in the opposite corner, hair as blond as ever, eyes blue as ever, skin...sorta pale. His eyes were slit-like in the face of a battle, although he really didn't see much of a reason at all to fight. His shark tail was swishing behind him as he taped up his hands to give some protection.

"Okay, remember your cheap shots. Go for the kidneys, ribs, and the Goods God Gave him," came Greg's voice from behind Shark, not wanting to touch the behemoth in fear of what he'd do. Even in this warm area, he still wore snowboarding gear as if he were in the mountains. His breath condensed in the air showing that he was in fact much colder than could be seen.

"Donna! Your fighter is going DOWN!" Greg shouted, pointing his thumbs down in unison with his voice. "Down like a noob on a Black Diamond, Donna! On a BLACK DIAMOND!" he yelled from across the ring.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Uugh... I can't believe I'm encouraging this..." Eithne shook her head as she sat in the announcer's booth, looking from above to see what was going to happen next, a microphone next to her face, half wondering when the other announcer was going to show up. Eithne was actually dressed pretty nice today, a pinstriped suit with a red tie, her hair pulled back in a bun to give her a very corporate look. Her white gloved hands were folded in her lap, and to be honest... considering the fact she was rather flat chested for a girl, if it wasn't for her slim feminine figure, she could have been mistaken for a guy. (I guess I just kinda like dressing Eithne up in odd outfits... she's kinda like a dress up doll)

"Okay... Leo... remember what I said- this'll be easy. Stick with flyboy and you should be fine, Shark prolly can't take that heat... neither can Greg." she smiled wickedly "Protect yourself, though- he's going for a quick K.O. You can outlast him though, especially if you stay airborne, stay away from the water, though. He's a beast there." she continued massaging Leo's neck, anticipation in her eyes.

"Liz, this is stupid..." he shook his head as he looked towards Shark and waved, obviously not taking this fight seriously. He had nothing against Shark, so of course he thought this was stupid.

"Donna! My name is DONNA!" Donna corrected, her eyes narrowed, "Now get out to the center of the arena, shake his hand, and wait for the battle to begin." She sighed, pushing Leo.

Leo stumbled slightly, but walked to the center of the arena, "Hey." he gave a small, nonchalant salute to Shark. "I guess we're gonna hafta fight, huh?" he asked.

"In the red corner we have the Denizen of Destruction, Pope of Pain, Shark." Eithne didn't sound too enthusiastic when she spoke, reading from the cue-card, in fact, she was rather emotionless. "And in the blue corner we have the Authority in the Arena, the Ruler of the Ring, Leomaris." then following came the sound of a yawn into the mic. Eithne tapped her nails on the table irritably, sipping blood from a plastic bag that looked as if it had been stolen from a bloodbank, next to herself she had a whole cooler of the stuff and she drank them as casually as if they were CapriSuns. "Who writes these titles? 'Pope of Pain'? Come on..." Eithne muttered to herself, not caring too much that her words made it to the mic and that it now echoed through the arena.

"GO LONNY!" Donna screamed at the top of her lungs, rather annoyingly exuberant.


(I think Eithne needs a co-announcer who's going to be excited enough for the two of them... You have who I have in mind, Brandon?)

[demonfire]

((I hope so! XD))

"No, no, no Eithne. You're doing this all wrong," came a voice from behind her. Soon there was Dale in the ring with a hanging microphone coming down from the ceiling. He had the classic umpire gear: blue umpire shirt, gray slacks, face mask, and padding. "In the red corner we have the Shape-shifting, thermo-nucleic, Skizzler of the Skizzles, LEEOOOOOOMAAAAAARIIIIISSSSSSS!" said Dale as he pointed to the red corner with his free hand. In the stands, fake Dales appeared and began to boo. "Obviously not the fan favorite today. Tough luck, kid. Y'know Balboa went through the same thing in Rocky IV with those damn Commies," Dale said as he began to digress.

"And in the blue corner we have the Atom Bomb of the Ocean, The Shark of War, the Master of Might and Pope of Pain, HAIIIIFIIIISSSSCH VOOOOOOOON KRIEEEEEEEEEEGEEEEERRRR! Ah-Hem I mean...SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRK!" Dale voice's rang throughout the entire arena. The fake Dales in the stands began erupting with cheer and applause for the genetic experiment. They chanted 'Shark' over and over again in unison before all poofing away as Dale stepped through a strange portal that had just appeared, ending up stepping out of a portal in the announcer's booth.

"Now Shark, remember, just time everything. You only need to get a couple of hits on him for this little man to go down," said Greg. Who was he to talk about skinny or small guys? He was a white boy for Pete's sake! He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and began to read off of it.

"If he goes all liony-thing-jawn, just go and close the muzzle and beat the shit out of him, if he goes all birdy-thing-jawn on you, break the wing, and I shouldn't have to give you advice on the water version of Mister Leo," Greg said, putting away the paper with shifty eyes. He had friends on the inside...okay, so he stole it off Donna. So what? All's fair in love, war, and weird Super Soldier Showdown Arena Battles. "Just remember to guard the face, Shark," Greg whispered to him.

"Why am I doing this again?" Shark thought to himself. Eithne, when this battle is over please kill Greg for me." Shark thought hoping Eithne still had that sponged telepathy. He did a quick nonchalant salute back to Leo. He got up, with his tail behind him pushing the stool out of the ring. A sleeveless black shirt and some jeans was all he wore. Obviously he was similar to Leo when he didn't really take this fight seriously; he didn't even have Behalter or Soldat on him. But then again, he was much faster without that huge hunk of metal covering his body.

"Eithne, you do know that blood isn't healthy, right?" Dale asked, "Especially when it's been spiked...Moving on! The two fighters have entered the arena! But only one will exit standing! WE GET TO TRAMPLE THE LOSER!" he said as he cheered the thought on. Dale pushed his office chair with wheels over to a disc rack and began sorting throughout the CDs. Dale pulled out a Guns n Roses: Appetite for Destruction album and began to play the track Welcome to the Jungle.

"That's right Donna! You're in the jungle, baby. You're gonna die!" Greg said in unison with the song. A large sarcastic grin was splattered all over his face as he watched the two fighters get ready.

"Start anytime you want guys," Dale said, a bit unenthusiastic about that part. Sometimes he was, sometimes he wasn't. It came with the fact that he was chaos stuffed into a mortal form.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

(I personally loved the title 'Pope of Pain' it amuses me...)

"Jungle? You seem a bit out of place then, don't you, Greg?" Donna asked, a slight shrug as she waited for the battle to start... any moment now...

Leo didn't make any move to start the battle, he just seemed rather bored to be honest, he just looked around, "Dale, what if we don't want to fight?" he asked, honestly not wanting to get into a conflict with anyone.

Donna's eyes were wide, "NO! You have to fight, Lonny! Don't be a pussy!" she shouted, she sounded like some sort of dissapointed child, to be wholly honest. "Besides! I'm not feeding you untill this battle is over!" she didn't say anything about winning, she didn't want to pressure him at all.

Leo gave Donna a look of 'Oh, come on.' annoyance and he looked then towards Shark, "Fight, then? Because I don't plan on starving." Leo shrugged, holding a hand out to Shark since it was always polite to shake your opponent's hand when you're about to fight them and of course Leo was a gentleman. Leo was also more educated than Shark, Donna just wanted you, the RPer to know that.

Eithne spoke into the microphone, "Greg doesn't look too hard, I could probably kill him if you want." She shrugged, smiling towards Shark from the announcer's booth. "Good luck, Shark." she waved.

[demonfire]

"Frozen jungle, Donna," Greg said as the area outside the arena began to take on a more icy jungle appearance. "Welcome to the Jungle! We take it day by day!" he sang as the area changed. "Who seems out of place now, Donna? The Insane Snowboard Ice Lord or...you?" he said with a sarcastic smile over the music.

"Well Leo, if you don't want to fight then you could always just take your trampling now. All you're doing is postponing the inevitable ass-kicking," Dale said into the microphone, a bit--no wait--totally biased. A large boo was heard at the uttering of his name, as well as trash being thrown towards his direction from strange places where no one was located.

Shark extended his hand to shake Leo's. Shark's eyes finally became completely cat-like, just two black slits in his blue eyes. His muscles tensed; his heart pumped; and despite how much he hated it he yearned for a fight. He did the ever rare small smile up to Eithne as he waved back with his other hand. Shark's appearance made one inference, 'Your move'.

"Hey Donna! I saw that extra text in the post you put in! Shark also has the advantages of extreme aggressiveness, strength, height, gills, a big tail, and deadly blood," Greg said, sticking out his tongue at the girl across the arena. "Wait, who's going to kill me with the what now?" he asked.