Post by knighton on Mar 26, 2011 2:23:40 GMT -5
((Inspired by my recent lack of luck in winning cage matches on the Hero System and Hero Gamer missions... yes, Specs really IS like that in the cage, sadly enough... but I honestly think it's hilarious...))
A Newcomer Approaches...
It was mostly dark in the room, save for a single hanging light on the ceiling. The people who stood next to her were unfamiliar, though she had seen a few of them running, jumping and flipping through the city. These were her teammates... and they were all strong looking men with an air of elitism to them... staring holes into her head...
What have I gotten myself into? she thought as the buzzer rang and everyone ran to the metal overhead door...
The door raised up and everyone charged out of the room. Spectre Girl flew...
SMACK!
...And all was black...
6 HOURS BEFORE...
The ghostly woman known as Spectre Girl soared through the skies with a huge smile on her face. She really should have been back at HQ doing homework or something, but it wasn’t often that she got to fly around for hours to de-stress. The heroine laughed lightly; there was nothing like the feeling of the wind blowing your hair back, and she reveled in it. She flew low, among the common citizens of Millennium City jogging and walking. They even waved, and she smiled at them.
Tired of flying around the Renaissance Center, she climbed high into the sky and descended near the Super Jet. Finally on her feet again, she walked forward a few paces...
“SPECS!” she heard a male voice shout out, “SPECTRE GIRL! OVER HERE!”
She turned her head in the voice’s direction and walked over to the table he stood behind. The man, a greasy haired slime ball of a business man, grinned as she approached.
“Spectre Girl, baby!” Dominique Ducard said, with a thick accent reminiscent of Brooklyn, “Just the hero I’m looking for. I have a little request for you...”
She raised an eyebrow, not that he could see it with her mask on, “Uh... yeah?”
“We at the Hero Games are looking for new heroes to entertain the masses,” he said, moving his ring covered hands around as he spoke, explaining the request further. Spectre Girl listened carefully, not liking the idea... but if he really needed new heroes for this that badly...
She shrugged her shoulders and simply said, “Sure.”
1 HOUR BEFORE...
Rhys Ferris sprinted to the couch and leaped into the air. After hitting his head on the ceiling, he landed on the couch and nearly knocked it over. He rummaged through the cushions for the remote and, after fumbling with the thing, he finally was able to turn the TV on.
“Now, what channel am I lookin’ for?” he muttered as he flipped through all the stations and finally gave up, pressing the Pay-Per-View button.
“Here it is...”
*CLICK!*
He heard an automated voice come from the TV, “We’re sorry, but this station has been blocked by your television’s V-Chip...”
Rhys’s eyes widened, “DAD! TURN THE V-CHIP OFF! GWEN’S GONNA GET BEAT UP ON TV AND I HAVE TO WATCH THAT! Why do we even have one, anyway? I’m 21!”
Dr. Bryn Ferris poked his head into the living room, his Welsh accent obscuring his words, “There are still some things that you should not be watching, young man... and it’s a good thing Mrs. Garrison is visiting her sister in Lansing, otherwise she’d probably object to this...”
With a smirk, the doctor pushed a button on his watch, and the channel was ‘magically’ unblocked.
With a maniacal laugh, Rhys rubbed his hands together as the Hero Games Ultimate Tournament of Champions Pay-Per-View match started. The two commentators, Manus “The Manhandler” McMannigal and Gary “The Gouger” Guggenheim, began their pre-match overview...
“Is it on?”
“Yeah, Oz, they’re just now talking about everyone that’s gonna be fighting tonight. They’re saving Gwen for last, I think, since this is her first fight... ohhh, this is gonna be fun to watch! Nice to be watching it for a change instead of being in it...”
Oz smirked as he sat down next to Rhys and shared the gigantic bowl of popcorn he brought in, “I wonder what kind of weird background story they’re gonna make up for her...”
As if on cue, Manus began introducing Spectre Girl.
“Yeah, Gary, and the last one on the Blue Team is Spectre Girl. Rumor has it that she was born in the deepest pits of the Underworld! Supposedly, she was raised by Mephistopheles himself and apparently she’s not even human at all! As a little girl, she beat up hellish fiends for fun, and drank lava like it was Hero Cola! Sources say she’s really a ghost! But will she be able to scare her way out of this fight?! Who knows!”
Rhys and Oz stared at the screen... and then began to laugh.
“Mephistopheles?!” Oz shouted.
“Deepest pits of the Underworld!” Rhys wailed, “And fiends?! She can barely beat up a paper bag!”
The commentary was soon over, and the video cut to a minute of each team’s holding room. Blue Team was comprised of Spectre Girl and 3 very muscular men... well, at least two of them were men. One had to be some sort of Yeti... with a monkey tail... Spectre Girl was several heads shorter than all of them and looked nervous.
“How much do you want to bet she gets knocked out within 5 minutes of the fight?” Oz suddenly asked.
“Always betting on something, eh? Fine... I bet you she’ll get knocked out at the tenth minute...” Rhys said.
“Five resources?”
“Fine...”
The two men shook on it as the commentators signaled the start of the cage match. They saw Spectre Girl fly out like a shot, and a gigantic, green skinned monster of a man rush at her and clobber her in the face. Both men groaned in pain at the television at the sight of Specs flying backward and into a wall, then slamming into the ground below.
“Ohhhh! Let’s look at that again in slow-mo!” shouted Gary “The Gouger”.
The television showed the punch again...
“Rrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhh!” the green monster bellowed in an incredibly low voice, altered by the slow motion replay.
The crunch was heard as fist met face, and Spectre Girl warbled a “Oooouuooouuuuoouuaaagh!” in a lower, almost masculine tone, again altered by the slow playback.
“Man, that’s gotta hurt, Gary! And it looks like Blue Team is doing well, despite the sudden knockout of their ghostly teammate...”
Oz smirked smugly, holding his hand out, “Pay up, bub...”
Rhys grumbled and slapped five resources into Oz’s hand, “Wasn’t even a minute...”
2 HOURS LATER...
The door to Dr. Ferris’s large home opened. Rhys and Oz looked back from their spot on the couch and saw the Fiend Killing, Lava Drinking, Ghost Girl herself...
“GWEN!” Rhys shouted with a gigantic smile on his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Gwen said, holding a bloody ice pack to her face, as she closed the door with her foot.
“Way to fly into that fist, sis!” Oz shouted.
“I don’t want to talk about it...” Gwen continued, walking to the couch to sit between Oz and Rhys.
“You need a face protector, Spectre!” Rhys shouted as he patted her on the shoulder, “But really... that wasn’t too bad for your first time in the cage... should’ve heard about MY first time in there... not pretty!”
“Yeah, after getting smoked in the face, you came back pretty good. Just hang up in the air and rain death down on them from above, like you were doing at the end...” Oz said, “It’s too bad they wouldn’t let you have the Bluetooth in... we could’ve talked battle strategy and you could’ve kicked butt...”
“We’ll work on some techniques to help you out for next Saturday,” Rhys said, “I’ve been in the cage about 16 times, and I can definitely help you avoid the big ‘punchy’ kind of guys...”
“Okay,” Gwen said, repositioning the ice pack on her face, “But can we do that some other day? My face kind of hurts...”
“Yeah, I suppose...” Rhys joked, “You did good, kid... but you might need some plastic surgery... man, I can’t even tell where one bruise ends and another begins here! And your nose is HUGE!”
“RHYS!” Gwen shouted in irritation as she threw the bloody ice pack at him.
[End!]
A Newcomer Approaches...
It was mostly dark in the room, save for a single hanging light on the ceiling. The people who stood next to her were unfamiliar, though she had seen a few of them running, jumping and flipping through the city. These were her teammates... and they were all strong looking men with an air of elitism to them... staring holes into her head...
What have I gotten myself into? she thought as the buzzer rang and everyone ran to the metal overhead door...
The door raised up and everyone charged out of the room. Spectre Girl flew...
SMACK!
...And all was black...
6 HOURS BEFORE...
The ghostly woman known as Spectre Girl soared through the skies with a huge smile on her face. She really should have been back at HQ doing homework or something, but it wasn’t often that she got to fly around for hours to de-stress. The heroine laughed lightly; there was nothing like the feeling of the wind blowing your hair back, and she reveled in it. She flew low, among the common citizens of Millennium City jogging and walking. They even waved, and she smiled at them.
Tired of flying around the Renaissance Center, she climbed high into the sky and descended near the Super Jet. Finally on her feet again, she walked forward a few paces...
“SPECS!” she heard a male voice shout out, “SPECTRE GIRL! OVER HERE!”
She turned her head in the voice’s direction and walked over to the table he stood behind. The man, a greasy haired slime ball of a business man, grinned as she approached.
“Spectre Girl, baby!” Dominique Ducard said, with a thick accent reminiscent of Brooklyn, “Just the hero I’m looking for. I have a little request for you...”
She raised an eyebrow, not that he could see it with her mask on, “Uh... yeah?”
“We at the Hero Games are looking for new heroes to entertain the masses,” he said, moving his ring covered hands around as he spoke, explaining the request further. Spectre Girl listened carefully, not liking the idea... but if he really needed new heroes for this that badly...
She shrugged her shoulders and simply said, “Sure.”
1 HOUR BEFORE...
Rhys Ferris sprinted to the couch and leaped into the air. After hitting his head on the ceiling, he landed on the couch and nearly knocked it over. He rummaged through the cushions for the remote and, after fumbling with the thing, he finally was able to turn the TV on.
“Now, what channel am I lookin’ for?” he muttered as he flipped through all the stations and finally gave up, pressing the Pay-Per-View button.
“Here it is...”
*CLICK!*
He heard an automated voice come from the TV, “We’re sorry, but this station has been blocked by your television’s V-Chip...”
Rhys’s eyes widened, “DAD! TURN THE V-CHIP OFF! GWEN’S GONNA GET BEAT UP ON TV AND I HAVE TO WATCH THAT! Why do we even have one, anyway? I’m 21!”
Dr. Bryn Ferris poked his head into the living room, his Welsh accent obscuring his words, “There are still some things that you should not be watching, young man... and it’s a good thing Mrs. Garrison is visiting her sister in Lansing, otherwise she’d probably object to this...”
With a smirk, the doctor pushed a button on his watch, and the channel was ‘magically’ unblocked.
With a maniacal laugh, Rhys rubbed his hands together as the Hero Games Ultimate Tournament of Champions Pay-Per-View match started. The two commentators, Manus “The Manhandler” McMannigal and Gary “The Gouger” Guggenheim, began their pre-match overview...
“Is it on?”
“Yeah, Oz, they’re just now talking about everyone that’s gonna be fighting tonight. They’re saving Gwen for last, I think, since this is her first fight... ohhh, this is gonna be fun to watch! Nice to be watching it for a change instead of being in it...”
Oz smirked as he sat down next to Rhys and shared the gigantic bowl of popcorn he brought in, “I wonder what kind of weird background story they’re gonna make up for her...”
As if on cue, Manus began introducing Spectre Girl.
“Yeah, Gary, and the last one on the Blue Team is Spectre Girl. Rumor has it that she was born in the deepest pits of the Underworld! Supposedly, she was raised by Mephistopheles himself and apparently she’s not even human at all! As a little girl, she beat up hellish fiends for fun, and drank lava like it was Hero Cola! Sources say she’s really a ghost! But will she be able to scare her way out of this fight?! Who knows!”
Rhys and Oz stared at the screen... and then began to laugh.
“Mephistopheles?!” Oz shouted.
“Deepest pits of the Underworld!” Rhys wailed, “And fiends?! She can barely beat up a paper bag!”
The commentary was soon over, and the video cut to a minute of each team’s holding room. Blue Team was comprised of Spectre Girl and 3 very muscular men... well, at least two of them were men. One had to be some sort of Yeti... with a monkey tail... Spectre Girl was several heads shorter than all of them and looked nervous.
“How much do you want to bet she gets knocked out within 5 minutes of the fight?” Oz suddenly asked.
“Always betting on something, eh? Fine... I bet you she’ll get knocked out at the tenth minute...” Rhys said.
“Five resources?”
“Fine...”
The two men shook on it as the commentators signaled the start of the cage match. They saw Spectre Girl fly out like a shot, and a gigantic, green skinned monster of a man rush at her and clobber her in the face. Both men groaned in pain at the television at the sight of Specs flying backward and into a wall, then slamming into the ground below.
“Ohhhh! Let’s look at that again in slow-mo!” shouted Gary “The Gouger”.
The television showed the punch again...
“Rrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhh!” the green monster bellowed in an incredibly low voice, altered by the slow motion replay.
The crunch was heard as fist met face, and Spectre Girl warbled a “Oooouuooouuuuoouuaaagh!” in a lower, almost masculine tone, again altered by the slow playback.
“Man, that’s gotta hurt, Gary! And it looks like Blue Team is doing well, despite the sudden knockout of their ghostly teammate...”
Oz smirked smugly, holding his hand out, “Pay up, bub...”
Rhys grumbled and slapped five resources into Oz’s hand, “Wasn’t even a minute...”
2 HOURS LATER...
The door to Dr. Ferris’s large home opened. Rhys and Oz looked back from their spot on the couch and saw the Fiend Killing, Lava Drinking, Ghost Girl herself...
“GWEN!” Rhys shouted with a gigantic smile on his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Gwen said, holding a bloody ice pack to her face, as she closed the door with her foot.
“Way to fly into that fist, sis!” Oz shouted.
“I don’t want to talk about it...” Gwen continued, walking to the couch to sit between Oz and Rhys.
“You need a face protector, Spectre!” Rhys shouted as he patted her on the shoulder, “But really... that wasn’t too bad for your first time in the cage... should’ve heard about MY first time in there... not pretty!”
“Yeah, after getting smoked in the face, you came back pretty good. Just hang up in the air and rain death down on them from above, like you were doing at the end...” Oz said, “It’s too bad they wouldn’t let you have the Bluetooth in... we could’ve talked battle strategy and you could’ve kicked butt...”
“We’ll work on some techniques to help you out for next Saturday,” Rhys said, “I’ve been in the cage about 16 times, and I can definitely help you avoid the big ‘punchy’ kind of guys...”
“Okay,” Gwen said, repositioning the ice pack on her face, “But can we do that some other day? My face kind of hurts...”
“Yeah, I suppose...” Rhys joked, “You did good, kid... but you might need some plastic surgery... man, I can’t even tell where one bruise ends and another begins here! And your nose is HUGE!”
“RHYS!” Gwen shouted in irritation as she threw the bloody ice pack at him.
[End!]