The End: Closure
Trumpets. Steel drums. Guitar. The music pours through the Arena as the blood between the two final fighters of any tournament take their battle stances, Alphonse adopting a Kung-Fu pose while Oneshot stands like he's about to enter a Mexican standoff. ((Alternatively, insert your own music and listen to that instead for the fight. But in my personal opinion, Shakira has a kick-ass showdown song.))
"ARSE BEATEN' IN PROGRESS! ILL PEPPER YER STAKES RIGHT YUP WITH SALTY APPLE CORES! HURRAGGGGGHHHHHAHHH!" Alphonse charged at Oneshot like a goddamn Olympian, the Fang clench tightly in his right hand, ready to embed it in Oneshot's chest .
''I have gotten this far...'' Oneshot took a glance at his lost arm.
''That damn beast may have cost me everything, but I'm NOT gonna go down without a DAMNED good show, MARK MY WORDS! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE NOW!'' Oneshot put his Laser Pistol up, aiming right between Alphonse's eyes. The marksman pulled the trigger.
(5 vs. 3)
Before Oneshot could fire, Alphonse hit him with a flying punch, sending him back as he lost his hold of his Laser Pistol.
Oneshot has been disarmed of his Laser Pistol!Oneshot hit the ground, tumbling down in the dirt. Alphonse leapt towards him, preparing to stomp his face into mush. However, the hobo was not the only expert at hand-to-hand. Oneshot utilized the ultimate forbidden move before Alphonse could stomp on him; so forbidden, I can not even describe it. Except that it's just a kick to the nuts.
(-5 HP) Oneshot stood up as Alphonse fell to his knees, clutching his wonder baby-makers. He looked up at the towering sniper, screaming,
"YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS! I MEAN SERIOUSLY, OW, FUCK!" Oneshot shook his head as he pulled a strange kind of Laser Pistol out of his trousers, one that looked much sleeker and compact.
"I'm afraid I will. See ya' partner." There was a button that controlled the 10 levels of intensity that the gun utilized. Oneshot put it to 11; placing it on Alphonse's forehead as he cranked the trigger back,
"Boom, headshot."(-73478134607146123879512367823519612389756^23264821569321569522 HP)
And what a headshot it was.
The beam not only vaporize Alphonse, it destroyed him. Erased him. From everything. Ever.
Oneshot has slain Alphonse!
He gains 10 Points!The beam expands, growing. Soon it manages to turn into a field of energy, rapidly expanding, destroying the Arena itself by it's very atomic structure.
Oneshot has slain The Arena!
He gains 10 Points!Oneshot wins!....OH SHI-
And the field grows. The entire area that housed the arenas and audiences goes. The country. The Earth. Planets, Stars, Systems, Light itself. All suddenly gone because of the attack. And Oneshot can only watch the destruction that would be impossible to describe in human words. Watch as reality itself crumbles because of one mouse of impossibility. Soon, it's all gone. After what could either be seconds or eons, he finds himself floating in a colorless abyss. Alone. He did it, he's destroyed everything that has been, is, and will be. All gone. Worse than Genghis Khan. Hitler. Satan. Anyone and anything. And what for? Just to make sure he'd win in an arena game that no one would ever see. Oneshot would be trapped with himself, with no hopes of dying or change, in the worst torture for the rest of infinity and beyond.
And in this endless eternity, Oneshot would only think one thing: