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    Making his way to the ring at 6 feet, and weight unknown, MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGG!

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    Kyo Kusanagi is currently eliminated, please continue to use him seriously in your fights untill the begining of next round.

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    Lightning thundered, the earth trembled and Madd Dogs into music started to play. Aqua - Barbie girl.

    "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU F$#%ING DOING" Madd screamed back stage.
    "I’m sss...sorry sir but..." and with these last words from the sound manager Madd dog threw him from the entrance into the ring itself.

    As Madd approached the ring, Barbie girl fading in the background, Hwo, Pride and even the weary Kyo doubled over in laughter from this event.

    "I would take you on right now Madd but ken might throw a hissy fit... HAHAHAHAA" Kyo falls backwards laughing uncontrollably.

    Rage filled Madd dogs eyes as he bent down to pick up the unconscious sound manager from the waist and chest, lifts him above his head and hurls him at Kyo to try cut his laughter. Kyo who’s eyes were tear filled didn’t even see him coming, CRACK!! Both heads meet with such force that Kyo went tumbling back dazed and confused, murmuring something along the line of "mummy but i don’t want to go to school today...."

    "Yes!" Madd says to himself, "if it keep up like this the match will be over in no time"

    "Oh and it looks like this may be the end of Kyo, he showed promise at the beginning but now it seams that it's all over for him, with his defenses down any contestant can eliminate him at their leisure from this match" Cucumba commented to the crowd.

    Hwo laughter stops and he turns up Madd, "Ok you have a pretty mean throw but if that’s all you can do then you might as well leave now", Hwo taunted, while raising his aura.

    "While i don’t have an aura of my own I make up for it in my pure fighting skills and ability to learn others abilities mid-battle", Madd then went into his fighting pose, neither offensive or defensive, but a balanced pose that was aimed right towards Hwo. Short bolts of blue white electricity dissolved around his fists, arms chest and legs.


    Hwo charged, moving so fast that his feat didn't seam to touch the ground, and launched into a high flying kick, Madd who expected this easily sidestepped the kick, Hwo landed and before he could turn around, Madd grabbed him with one hand from his clothing on his back and lifted him to head height parallel from the arena floor, electricity sparked again from Madds’ hand where he held Hwo for a split second before thrusting him straight down sending shockwaves across the arena floor during impact.

    "What a turnaround for Madd Dog" Cucumba yelled from the ref box, "What a turnaround from his last fight in fight club, he may be more of a challenge to these contestants as we first thought after his bizarre entrance"

    Madd raised both arms in the air and put one foot on top of the dazed Hwo to appeal to the crowd, they cheered like none he had heard before, but not because of Madds’ quick maneuver around Hwo but because Pride had taken a running charge at Madd from behind.

    Pride tackled Madd at shoulder height, flooring him quickly face down, instantly pulling himself up slightly Pride began to lay punches into the back of Madd Dogs head, while Madd tried desperately to soften the blow with his hands over his head, he could do nothing against the superior strength of Pride.

    "It seams that Madd Dogs upper hand has left him as quick as it arrived" Cuc continued onto the crowd, "Pride is on him like Oprah on a baked ham"

    Hwo pulled himself off the ground shaking the impact away from him, he had a choice, eliminate Kyo from the match once and for all before he regains his strength, or crash the party between Pride and Madd Dog. Making up his mind he raised his aura and charged towards his target.
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    "Looking at the last few moments, I can't help but notice that we are creating history, right here, in Forumscant, TONIGHT," shouted Cucumba, "This is the grand spectacular, the biggest fight club match ever conceived. We have had a few eliminations folks, but not one competitor has gone down without making his mark."

    "And there are a few tough one left to go, Cummer," said Hibiki. "We have yet to see the two who put the biggest dents in your fight plan thus far . . . Engar and SA_Gohan."

    "I couldn't agree more Hibiki," said Optimus, "the competitors know that this is their one shot at bragging rights, their one shot at being better than the man . . . "

    "Yeah, Cummer, the one shot of being the champion OVER you."

    " . . . now hold on just a second, they have to beat me to beat me . . . not win a tourney," quipped the green devil.

    "Still," said Optimus, "there is no doubt that victory here is a victory that everyone will remember. And speaking of opportunities . . . it looks like Kyo's window of opportunity has just slammed shut."

    "Remember folks, this fine event is brought to you by ESF, the number one Half Life based DragonBall Z mod," said Cucumba.

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    Madd Dogg is the weakest link in this round, though he's doing better than Kyo, who was eliminated. Madd Dogg gains his first loss token, Kyo gains his second and final. Since Madd has forfieted, he too is eliminated next round.

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    Pride got off of Madd and backed up for a second. On basis of pure strength alone, he was the strongest in the ring. Hwoarang was the only one who still posed a threat, and Pride liked him for that. He'd been in the ring since the very beginning, and though he was bloody and exhausted, Pride didn't think that he'd even seen all of what Hwoarang could do just yet.

    Kyo stumbled out of the corner, dazed and wounded. He had never even gotten a chance to unleash his full strength, and it had done him in, totally. In his wobbly stumbling, Kyo backed into Madd Dogg, who was also looking like he was in a drunken haze. They turned immediately to face each other, but both were so dazed that they did little but back away a couple of feet. Madd was seeing triple, and Kyo's vision was blurred totally. In fact, he had barely even been aware of Madd Dogg's entrance.

    Hwo and Pride, two fighters who had come to deeply respect one another, took a sneaky glance toward each other. The opportunity was too great to be denied; they both were on the same page. Pride grinned.

    "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

    Hwoarang nodded and grinned.

    As the two dazed fighters attempted to face one another in the center of the ring, Hwo and Pride had blown in behind them at high speed. Before either fighter could turn around, Hwo and Pride acted. Hwoarang threw stiffest martial arts kick yet, squarely cracking Madd in the back of his neck and head; Pride simultaneous through his huge boot into the back of Kyo's head. The two perfectly timed kicks were executed with enough furious strength that the two dazed fighters were slammed into each other, their opponents' respective boots crushing their faces violently into one another's features.

    Pride's aura made the twin attack that much more spectacular, because as the two wounded fighters impacted, it delivered another horrendous shockwave, and a sound like a depth charge going off deep under the depths of the ocean. All very much to the crowd's elation.

    The two faces pulled apart from each other, shattered and bloody and sore, and then Hwo and Pride finished the job.

    Hwoarang grabbed Madd by the back of the neck and rolled backward, putting his own foot up and using it to forcibly fling Madd upwards--sending him flying towards the edge of the ring chains. At the same time, Pride grabbed Kyo by the sides of the head, and from behind, he used his superior strength to spin Kyo by his head several times, faster and faster, until he was generating a wind sheer. Finally, Pride let go, and as he did his aura dramatically slowed down the speed of time--

    --making the simultaneous eliminations of Kyo and Madd Dogg look marvelously dramatic as they both slammed into pillars outside of the ring, and fell straight down to the floor, each making his own respective thud.

    The crowd went wild over the combo, but there were still two men left. Turning, Pride looked at Hwo. Despite his obvious fatigue, he looked to be ready to go another round, hopping about like Bruce Lee, with that maddening dance that he usually did just prior to kicking an entire nation's ass. But there was a respect between the two of them, one bordering on friendship, even.

    "I've leveled you, driven you into the ground, and bludgeoned you from the skies," Hwoarang said. "And still, you stand."

    "Ain't nothing compared to what you've been through, son. I tell you this much--you've got my respect." And Pride extended his hand.

    Hwoarang calmed down and stepped up to the big man. "As have you," he said, and then took Pride's hand and shook it.

    "But unfortunately," Hwoarang added, "this is too much of an opening you've given me. And I doubt I can resist the temptation."

    "Do your worst, smallfry." Pride grinned. The fight was now friendly and sporting, and the newfound camaraderie radiated off of the two competitors so brightly that the audience could sense it, and they cheered for the sporting fighters enthusiastically.

    Then, Hwo grinned, and used Pride's clenched hand to pull the big man forward, kneeing him hard in the midsection and following it up with a good, swift axe kick to the face, knocking Pride down.

    Pride looked up, rubbing his jaw. "You little son of a *****." He smiled. It was the kind of insult you'd hear between friends.

    Hwo smirked and took a graceful bow. "Hey, a man has to take opportunity when he's given them, no?"

    "Yeah I guess," Pride agreed. He got back up to his feet. "Unfortunately, smallfry, you just earned yourself the opportunity for a trip to the hospital!"

    Pride's aura finally flared, sending a briefly visible shockwave through the air. During its momentous visibility, the aura was decorated with static bolts of electricity, which faded in opacity as they were struck into existence (rather than spiderwebbing, like most aural static energies might." He bolted forward, and he and Hwoarang erupted into a warp speed brawl, the minor shockwave from each blow rippling the air around them faster and faster.

    Hwo was defending but he quickly gained the upper hand with a flipping dodge over Pride's head. Pride immediately responded with a back elbow, which caught Hwo in the upper chest, sending him stumbling backward. Within a second, Pride was on him, punching away, each blow blocked frantically. Hwo finally ducked a punch and dropped into a brutal sweep, kicking Pride across the back of his knees and sending him down hard. In one smooth motion, Hwo followed up and flipped, effortlessly and quickly, in 360 degrees, attempting to mash his own foot through Pride's face. Pride's hand shot up and caught the heel meant for the back of his tonsils and stopped it cold with his raw power. Hwo tried to use his other foot the same way but that one was also caught, and Pride yanked hard, sending Hwoarang backward. He quickly recovered into a series of back somersaults, and charged at Pride once more, landing a HUGE running frontal jump kick in his face.

    The aura kicked in there, and slowed down--and softened--the impact. Hwo floated for a second as Pride fell backward, head snapped so far back he looked like he was stargazing. Then his face came up again iun the dramatic "Pride Time" slo-mo, and he was grinning. That grin said simply, "My turn."

    Pride bolted forward, time suddenly normal again. He snatched Hwo's extended foot before he had even landed, and began to swing it around violently with one hand. His aura sparked, sending wind sheer-like waves throughout the arena as he swung the smaller Hwo, who was helplessly locked in the Phenom's grip.

    Letting go, Pride sent Hwoarang flying upwards and out of the ring. It seemed as if he was done for, but Pride knew better. He watched intently with his smirk of satisfaction on, as Hwoarang righted himself in midair and kicked off of a pillar he should have flown through. He was now soaring back at Pride, screaming at the top of his lungs and letting his duotone aura run wild.

    The crowd was eating it up, and Pride had a moment to appreciate it as Hwo barreled toward him. He sparked up his own aura, and charged up for the mother of all melees.

    And somehow, you knew that it was still all in the interest of sheer sportsmanship and competition, despite the battle's face value.

    And when Hwoarang impacted with Pride, they went into the zone; they were flash fighting now, and much too fast to see the slow reality around them. The audience saw blurs and circles of energy where they impacted and blocked, and everyone once in a while the scene would be punctuated but a clubbing blow that knocked one or the other back slightly and out of warp speed. It continued like that for a long while, most of the blows blocked and few major impacts to note. The crowd went ape**** over the display.

    And then Pride returned his upperhand. Not by blocking, but simply by sidestepping a running jaw-to-knee combo that Hwo attempted. Not expecting such an agile counter, Hwoarang stumbled, and Pride capitalized, slinging heavy fist after heavy fist into Hwoarang's head and body mercilessly. Pride finished the brutal combo with a huge knee to Hwo's gut, and finally satisfied with the beatdown he'd laid, flung Hwoarang towards the edge of the ring. He sailed into the chain ropes, where he became tangled by his neck, hanging helplessly over the apron. He made gagging sounds; the crowd gasped.

    Pride stolled over to the choking opponent and thought that he pretty much had this one in the bag. "Well, Smallfry, I gotta say--you're a damn good fighter, and there's no shame in going out like a man. You've been in here through five or six fighters, after all. So far you've got the record for longest entrant in Fight Club Royal Rumble in history. And letting go of that chain and falling out now ain't gonna change an--"

    Pride was suddenly greeted with two boot heels in his face, sending him stumbling backward. Hwoarang had used the leverage from his own neck to propel himself upward into a modified Vegetto dropkick.

    Pride felt a numb kind of pain in his jaw, and the gasping Hwoarang looked up at him.

    They both smiled, and resumed their flash fight. And the audience screamed and screamed for more.


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    The crowd's eyes continued to dance around around the ring. Desperately trying to focus on the speed that SaiyanPride and Hwoarang had achieved.

    Cucumba turned to Optimus Prime. "It seems we continue to witness history tonight. It has turn into a lion pit. Do we dare throw another fighter into the ring with these two incredible individuals?"

    Optimus Prime adjust his seat and cleared his throat. "It has been confirmed that Kyo and Madd Dogg are recieving medical attention. Let's hope they are okay."

    Hibiki had already pleasently asked the bouncers to escort the GBA assaulter. Climbing back over the wall, he laughed. "Back to two, I see."

    The crowd continued with their usual youthful exuberance. The energy they brought to the event, constantly amplified around Hwoarang. His eyes were filled with surprise, staring at the kinetic aura that sparked randomly off SaiyanPride. Hwoarang had been forced into retreat mode, teleporting and strafing constant melee attempts. SaiyanPride blurred forward, barely missing the disappearing Hwoarang, with a stiff and powerful right jab. Hwoarang appeared slightly above the phenomenon, rotating to his side as he violently launched his left foot towards SaiyanPride's face. SaiyanPride threw both his forearms up in a defensive manner, lightning ricocheting from the epicenter of the contact.

    Hwoarang quickly mobilized, rotating to his left. His battle cry echoed through the arena, only to be out spoken by the eruption of colliding energy pulses. He gritted his teeth as he rotated back, swifty planting on the ground. The Tae Kwon Do artist sprung with blinding speed, spinning to his left side. He launched another swift right kick, knocking SaiyanPride back as he barely perfomed the reflex to block it. Hwoarang followed him up by landing on his right foot, spinning as he extended his left foot into his chest. SaiyanPride rocketed into the chains, bouncing off them as he fell to his knees.

    SaiyanPride wiped sweat from his forehead, his expression of anger growing. He looked up, only to watch as his opponent rolled forward. Hwoarang maximized the amount of ki in his right hand. The red glow again shimmered and reflected off the many eyes that filled the entire arena.

    The Tae Kwon Do prodigy even screamed over the cheers that had begun to errupt. "Jinsokuuuuuuuu...... IRON FIST!!!!"

    The ground shook violenty as Hwoarang perfomed a rising uppercut, propeling SaiyanPride skyward. Hwoarang quickly gathered more energy, his static aura visibly proving the current overload. The crowd moaned, uncomfortable from the force that continued to slightly pull them towards the ring. Hwoarang erupted from the ground, chasing the quickly rising SaiyanPride. His left fist glowed, as a another perpetually amazing uppercut contacted. Finding his momentum improving, SaiyanPride's painstaking face filled with fear. He gasped, sensing Hwoarang dissappear.

    Hwoarang appeared above his opponent, echoing directly at SaiyanPride. "Is this scratching the surface!?!!"

    Throwing his arms up, he brought down both his charged and cupped fists. The currently stunned SaiyanPride screamed, regretting his earlier arrogant cohesiveness. The arena was suddenly blind, their ears tingling from the obvious and sudden ambience of contact that ensued. Vision returned, only to witness the impact of SaiyanPride. The octagon creaked, asborbing most of the visually challenging contact. The crowd grew silent, as random outbursts ensued. SaiyanPride was still, random sparks of energy began to slowly spread all over him.

    Hwoarang suddenly appeared next to him, scratching the back of his head as he rolled his eyes. "Get up... we got a fight to continue."

    SaiyanPride rolled over, launching off his back onto his feet. "Oh yeah."

    Cucumba suddenly broke his silence. "Amazing! Hwoarang has undoubtedly gave SaiyanPride a beating to remember, yet... the phenomenon is only slightly harmed."

    Optimus Prime shook his head, signaling an extensive emotion of disbelief. "If this only the beginning... I wonder what else awaits our gaze."

    Hibiki leaned over the table, turning to Optimus Prime. " Indeed, the locker room is currently filled with similar powers that haven't even been awakened."

    The crowd's cheer was developing and evolving airhorns and chants of their own adjacency. Hwoarang sensed their energy suspend, easily realizing their anticipation was in his next move. He watched the effortless SaiyanPride drop into his stance. Hwoarang reached deep within, his arms gracefully gathering energy as he dropped into his own.

    Cucumba erupted amongst the random and highly ambient echoes of the arena. "What else does Hwoarang carry in his arsenal... to even challenge the phenomenon?"

    The Tae Kwon Do prodigy erupted with aura, stretching his arms out as he jumped into the air. "It's time for you and me to bring our all... for denial in yourself will lead to failure!"

    SaiyanPride began to shift around the ring, cycling all physical possibilities through his mind. "You will find I always bring it!"

    Hwoarang smiled and blurred forward, a thunderous sonic boom filling the arena. He threw his right arm back, swinging violently for SaiyanPride as he closed in on him. SaiyanPride quickly spun out of the way, catching the back of Hwoarang's head with a viscious roundhouse. The contact of his right heel, threw the Tae Kwon Do prodigy to the ground. Landing on his shoulder, he slid across the ring. Quickly rising to his feet, Hwoarang heard the quick and rumbling approach of SaiyanPride. He disappearead, the crowd witnessing as SaiyanPride kicked right through Hwoarang's slowly fading afterimage. Hwoarang appeared slight above and behind SaiyanPride, only to watch his opponent quickly turned around. Recieving a lightning quick right jab to the stomach, Hwoarang curled up, gasping as he landing with a thud and slid back across the ring.

    Slowly getting to his feet, he yet again heard the furious train that was SaiyanPride. He quickly reached to the Earth, ambitous that she would continue to be kind to him. The phenomenon threw his right arm back, launching it as he approached the energy gathering Hwoarang. Hwoarang vanished, reappearing as his right arm was already heading for SaiyanPride's face. The phenomonon easily blocked it with two open palms, swinging his arms back for momentum as he launched a quickly rising left boot. Hwoarang mockingly used it to his own advantage, pushing it back down as flipped back to other side of the arena.

    They entire octagon rested under and between them, each gathering energy for their mentally depicted and awe-inspiring onslaught. They both blurred forward at the same time, locking arms in a violent eruption of energy.

    The crowd and Cucumba jumped to their feet. "What we've been waiting for! They test each other's strength as well as their resilience!"

    A section of crowd began to chant. "IRON FIST! IRON FIST! IRON FIST!"

    Challenging the arena for their own respective resonance, another section of the crow began to chant as well. "PHENOMENON! PHENOMENON! PHENOMENON!"

    Hwoarang and SaiyanPride shook the arena, their energy sending waves through the very infrastructure itself. Each moment they spent trying to over power the other, intensified the level of seismic, energy potent, and indescribable kinetic activity. SaiyanPride screamed, pushing Hwoarang toward his side of the arena. Hwoarang engulfed even more in energy, his right leg shaking as he slowly pushed SaiyanPride back to the ring. SaiyanPride's face filled with fear, watching his opponent slightly struggle to regain forefront on his own personal side of the octagon. Each of their arms shaking, static energy randomly danced off both SaiyanPride and Hwoarang. The Tae Kwon Do prodigy violently intensified a dramatic level in his visible aura, gritting his teeth as he forced SaiyanPride to refortify his balance. His right leg dropped back, shaking as he perched on his toes.

    He screamed has his aura continued to challenge Hwoarang's. He through his arms up, launching Hwoarang's as well. "You won't get the best of me!"

    SaiyanPride quickly took advantage, rocketing a violent right hook to the side of Hwoarang's face. The Tae Kwon Do prodigy stumbled to his side, turning his face only to watch as SaiyanPride sprung to his right. An unbelievable left hook cracked with energy, sending Hwoarang stumbling across the ring. Surprisingly, he quickly gained his composure. He began to dance around the ring, faking and changing pivot foot, teasing the steel vigor and patience of SaiyanPride.

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    Now making his way to the arena, at six feet and one hundred and thirty two pounds . . . Deeeeeeveeeeeeeeeerz!

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    A loud bang went off just as all the light in the arena turned off just as Deverz had wanted. Two lines of fire went from the entry door to ring side. Hwoarang and SaiyanPride look towards to door to see who the next one in was. Deverz strode through the door illuminated by the fire. Hwoarang and SaiyanPride were worried, neither had fought the mighty admin but both have heard of his power. Deverz stopped next to the ring, clapped his hands twice. It was obvious it was a signal for the lights to come back on because just as he clapped they did so. Deverz raised his hood and climbed under the chains into the ring and looked at the two fighters in the middle.

    Hwoarang made the first move sending a powerful kick at Deverz temple; Deverz ducked with great speed but was hit in the side of the head as Hwoarang spun around with a following kick. SaiyanPride saw his chance to attack Deverz and charged at him, his aura flowing gracefully as he ran towards Deverz. As Deverz regained his footing he was immediately driven into the chains by SaiyanPride who began pummelling his lower body with a series of heavy punches, Deverz took all the blows only wincing slightly as each powerful blow landed. Hwoarang stood by glad that he didn’t have to work up a sweat for once and took the change to regain some energy.

    Deverz had enough and pushed SaiyanPride off him and into the middle of the ring. SaiyanPride landed on his feet and Deverz charged out and kneed him in the stomach then as SaiyanPride hunched over winded Deverz landed an elbow onto his back. SaiyanPride was floored by the last blow and was starting to get up as Deverz grabbed him by the legs and swung him around and threw him at Hwoarang who only just dodged. SaiyanPride went flying into one of the steel turnbuckles putting a large dent in it. Hwoarang looked over at SaiyanPride then at Deverz. Hwoarang dived at Deverz only to receive a powerful kick to the side. Hwoarang quickly got and tripped Deverz over with a sweeping kick and then just as Deverz landed several punches to the chest each blow getting harder and more powerful then the last. SaiyanPride slowly got up from his position at the turnbuckle surprised that Deverz had that much power, he was sure that there was more power within the admin as well. SaiyanPride knew he would have to get Deverz out of the ring before he could tap his power if he was going to survive this fight for much longer.

    Deverz pushed Hwoarang off and began pounding his body with a series of punches. SaiyanPride rushed in hoping to catch Deverz by surprise, but Deverz saw SaiyanPride coming in the corner of his eye and just as he got close enough landed a punch on his kneecap, stomach and ribs then quickly got out the way as SaiyanPride collapsed on top of Hwoarang due to his leg giving out.

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    "Well, this is certainly in full swing . . . I can't beleive how many fighters have already fallen to the iron fist, Hwoarang and the Phenom, SaiyanPrideXIX. They are absolutely dominating the competition left and right . . ," said the Green Devil.

    "With authority . . ," echoed Prime.

    Hibiki busied himself with a prototype PSP.

    "Hib?"

    beep beep boop

    Cucumba sighed and looked back at the ring.

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    The amount that the fight's pace had quickened astonished the onlookers. Deverz had enough power and swiftness that he managed to quickly take out Hwo and Pride, causing them both some pretty significant lost ground. But
    almost immediately, both were back on their feet and charging, auras flaring
    wildly. Hwo dove forward with a signature stiff martial arts jump kick;
    Deverz ducked and landed a back kick of his own, sending Hwo down. Pride
    dove into the fray a moment later and began unloading on Deverz, who threw
    his arms up in defensive posture. Suddenly, Pride and Deverz fell to the
    floor, their legs swept out from under them by Hwo. Deverz kicked back up to
    his feet, but Pride found himself face to face with Hwo's signature axe
    kick, the heel of his foot bearing down on the phenom's throat at breakneck
    speed.

    Quickly, Pride countered, using one powerful hand to clamp Hwo's heel before
    it crushed his larynx; with a thrust, he sent Hwoarang's boot up and away
    from him--smashing squarely into the side of Deverz' head. He stumbled back
    and responded with a flashing barrage of his own, repeatedly laying into the
    Tae Kwon Do prodigy with rights, lefts, and knees.

    He has no steady fighting style, Hwo noted. Difficult to counter.

    Pride wasn't as concerned with the point of style, and when his big hand
    clamped around Deverz' head and flung him violently up and over, it was a
    technique of necessity. Ending Deverz' barrage, Pride turned to him, but
    almost immediately he found a kick landing in his jaw from Hwo. With the big
    man caught off guard, Hwo started flash fighting, repeatedly slamming his
    limbs through the air and into Pride's ribs and head; the air thwipped as
    the speeding blows cut through it viciously.

    Pride caught Hwo's foot and again used his power to fling the martial arts
    master away, a technique intended to buy him some breathing time. Hwo landed
    in a slide and kicked back off the ground in a jumping kick right at Pride's
    face. Pride ducked, and Hwo ended up hitting Deverz, who again stumbled but
    did not fall. Pride swung at Hwo as he turned back around, and his huge
    right hand missed the quick warrior and instead leveled Deverz as well. Hwo
    countered with a spinning kick, but Pride himself ducked, and the 360-degree
    swinging boot landed in the side of the dazed new entrant's head instead.

    In a fit, Deverz took a swing at Hwo, who vanished with astonishing
    quickness--the blow hit Pride instead, sending him railing. Not one to worry
    who he was fighting, Deverz followed up on the accidental hit with a
    blurring flurry of punches. Pride began to flash defend, blocking only about
    80% of the hits in the end. The reason for that was because, in a blistering
    flurry of speed, Hwoarang was also attacking the phenom.

    The dual assault was slowly taking its toll on Pride, who was beginning to
    feel the bruised and battered flesh on his torso starting to buckle. If he
    didn't do something that could put both of these guys down, and fast, he was
    as good as done on fatigue alone.

    His aura flared, and he let out a scream that was just loud enough for the
    audience to scream back with excitement. One hand caught Hwo's foot by the
    ankle; the other had grasped Deverz leg in mid-kick as well.

    Pride yanked them both forward, and laid in a damnably high impact double
    clothesline in agonizingly slow motion. They both flipped 180 degrees as the
    deep, bassy sound of the impact rumbled through the arena; in the moment
    they floated upside down, Pride countered with a double back elbow to the
    exposed ribs. Time sped back up around them at the impact, but they had been
    entirely unprotected and were both sent helplessly flying. Hwoarang
    masterfully landed in another one-knee slide, facing Pride after a quick
    somersault. Deverz had been entangled in the chain ropes for the moment,
    buying Pride the few precious seconds of breathing time that he needed.

    "Nice...move..." Hwoarang commented, gasping for the wind that had been
    knocked out of him.

    "Yeah!" Deverz shouted from the chains. Slowly, he was getting free; the
    fact that he was upside down was making it more time consuming.

    "Nice double team," Pride shot back, smirking. His own breathing was ragged
    and hard as well. The crowd was screaming in the background; Pride was
    enjoying the challenge.

    "Hey...what can I say?" Hwoarang said, catching his breath again.
    "Opportunity knocks once." He grinned.

    "I'm more worried about him," Pride said, gesturing at Deverz. "Every
    fighter's got a trick to 'em. He ain't showed us any of his, yet."

    Pride had noticed his powerful blows were not quite as devastating to this
    new competitor. Physically, he was strong enough to go blow for blow with
    Pride...but mentally, he was unpredictable. Pride knew that they could not
    risk underestimating Deverz--there was certain to be more lurking beneath
    their first round of combat.

    Pride's ribs hurt, and his breath was burning. He leaned against the far
    corner to catch his breath. He was happy, though--


    --cause, if nothing else, these small fry were giving him a serious workout.
    [EDIT--Sorry all about the lame margins. Was written at work, can't seem to ditch them. Won't happen again]


    Newly Converted Disciple of Xbox
    ...Adeptus Moderatus...

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    Hwoarang was laughing within the depths of his soul. But, no one could even tell. His face was filled with pain, his virbrant and random aura flashes, still progressively drove him to gritting his teeth. He watched SaiyanPride collect himself, noticing the phenomenon was not focused on him, but the newly arrived opponent that was the current mystery known as Deverz. He turned to Deverz, noticing a rapidly growing and thin blue mist that enveloped him.

    Hwoarang rose to his feet, as he began to question the obvious patience of Deverz. "I sense a veteran yet unmistakingly great power within you... yet you hold back?"

    Deverz began to grin, admiring the perseverance SaiyanPride and Hwoarang had proven. "You know nothing of power.... you are but pawns in a rat race... and I say.... the more the merrier."

    Devers erupted with aura, shaking the arena like Hwoarang and SaiyanPride had never before. Hwoarang sensed something was about to go terribly wrong, but he couldn't quite understand what he had suddenly felt. SaiyanPride dropped into his stance, quickly looking to Hwoarang.

    He kept one eye on Deverz, watching his blue aura spread like morning fog. "Hwoarang, I know you feel it too.... this is going to get nasty."

    The crowd began to grow insane, as riots and brawls began to ensue. Deverz laughed uncontrollably, still smiling as a less visible extension of his aura began to envelop the entire octagon. "You are already dead!"

    Hwoarang and SaiyanPride laughed, each engulfing themselves in their own respective auras. Deverz blurred forward, extending his right and open palm. Stopping a good distance infront of them both, he swung it towards SaiyanPride, tensing Hwoarang's vision as he watched SaiyanPride fly into the chains.

    Cucumba erupted with his usual ambience. "Amazing! Deverz has single-handedly sent the Phenomenon into the chains... and he didn't even touch him!"

    Optimus Prime gasped, watching SaiyanPride fall and quickly collect himself. "This is going to be interesting."

    Hibiki continued to jam the buttons on his PSP, quickly looking to the left and right for anyone with sticky fingers.

    Hwoarang began to dance around the arena, looking back to see SaiyanPride still dazed and confused. "I'd like to see you try that on me!"

    Deverz smiled, blurring towards Hwoarang with amazing speed. He extended his right open palm again, only to watch Hwoarang flip right over him. Hwoarang landed, barely shaking the arena. He turned, gasping as Deverz deadly fist was inches from his face. Hwoarang ducked, suddenly feeling the force that slowly grew to mental dizzyness. Deverz continued to laugh, launching a violently extended right kick into Hwoarang's chest. The Tae Kwon Do Prodigy slid across the octagon, looking next to unconscious. Deverz suddenly heard rapid and extremely heavy foot steps behind him, he turned, his eyes growing wide as SaiyanPride launched a powerful right hook that slammed into his face. Deverz stumbled back, powerless and stunned as SaiyanPride chased him down. The phenomenon launched an even more powerful left uppercut, turning to side with arrogance as he watched Deverz land on his back, through the corner of his eye.

    SaiyanPride turned to Hwoarang, noticing him slowly getting to his feet. The blue mist that visibly echoed from Deverz immediate aura, began to grow thicker. SaiyanPride began to get paranoid and quickly turned to Deverz, gasping as he saw nothing but open arena. He suddenly sensed a rush of aura. Finding the intuition to look up, he barely dodged a viscious looking drop kick from Deverz. Deverz landed infront of SaiyanPride, engaging a fury of mind blowing jabs and reflex challenging hooks. SaiyanPride countered them the best he could, strafing to his right as he spun his left heel towards Deverz's face. Deverz easily blocked it, quickly extending his right hand out in a choking formation. SaiyanPride was suddenly frozen in his place, his eyes filled with fear as he rose from the ground. Deverz evily grinned, tensing his right hand and somehow suffocating SaiyanPride.

    SaiyanPride tried to swing for Deverz with his left, his right hand holding his throat within a mental state of confusion. He barely choked his words. "I hope your enjoying this... it's... it's.. about to end."

    Deverz laughed, suddenly feeling a gust of wind. His senses tingled, amazed at the sudden eruption of aura that he felt. He turned, only to watch the Tae Kwon Do prodigy blurring straight for him.

    Hwoarang maximized his current amount of energy into his right fist, it predictably glowing red, as he intensyfied his speed towards Deverz. "Jinsokuuuuuuu...... IRON FIST!"

    Deverz had forgotten about his other opponent and put himself in a open-for-attack position. He dropped SaiyanPride, who landed on his knees as he let out a gasp of relief. Hwoarang still connected with full power, sending Deverz flying out of the arena. Hwoarang dissappeared, reappearing next to the rocketing Deverz. He threw his infamous cupped fists up again, shaking the arena with pure energy as launched Deverz into another direction. Hwoarang dissappeared again, reappearing next to Deverz as he quickly gained some distance from his previous position. The Tae Kwon Do prodigy spun a violent right axe kick, shaking the arena again as sent Deverz into an even another directon.

    Cucumba dodged a diving fan, quickly sending an approaching mob of mentally deluted and confused fans back into their seats, with just a quick wave of his hand. "The arena has grown into a state of madness!"

    Cucumba knew who was to blame, as he watched him, helpless to the fury of the Iron Fist.

    Optimus Prime stood next to Cucumba, using the powerful announcer as a literal human shield. "We only hope to survive this chaos. If your wondering about the "planned" fight, you can only look to sky and hope you can keep up."

    Hibiki launched a violently aspiring PSP fan into the crowd with an almost perfected Jeet Kun Do right kick, sending a shockwave through the crowd and dispelling the immediate area of mental delusion. "We have to stop this!"

    Hwoarang reappeared next to the stunned and rapidly traveling Deverz, smiling as his fist glowed even more red. He sent Deverz straight for the center of the arena, laughing as he watched SaiyanPride prepare for Deverz's arrival. Deverz was about the slam into the arena, when SaiyanPride violently swung his right foot into Deverz's stomach. Dever's again plummeted skyward, as his powers began to grow weak.

    The crowd slowly began to calm down, each shaking and rubbing their head with confusion. Some quickly jumped with surprise, momentarily unfocused on the fight. Looking up, they watched as Deverz was sent towards the arena again. Hwoarang engulfed himself in aura as he chased Deverz to the arena.

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