YEAR ONE HAS BEGUN.
LIVE FROM CHICAGO, IT'S THE INTERNATIONAL BATTLE ROYALE FEDERATION DEBUT!
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!
Arena Complex: Hailey Griffin Arena
Description: A standard Arena, a good place for newcomers. Each match takes place in a squared roped ring, with a turnbuckle at each of the four corners. Outside of the arena is a wooden floor. Falling out of the ring does not result in disqualification. The audience sits behind safety bars on metal bleachers.
Location: Chicago, Illinois, U.S.A.
Seating Per Arena: 200
Arena 1:The shredding blast of Black Sabbath rips through the Arena.
"FROM AMERICA TOWN, AMERICA, LIEUTENANT MAYHEM!" A huge fatigue-wearing man jumps up from one corner of the fighting square, beating his chest. "RAAARGH! THIS IS PAYBACK YOU COMMIE SONSA'-BITCHES! HOO-HAH!" He gets cheers from the veterans watching from the sidelines.
"War Pigs" dies down as a second song comes in, another metal jam, but with a modern sound.
"FROM NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, THE MOST CLICHE ORIGIN TOWN IN AMERICA, BRAWL!" Brawl stands up and raises one of his fists in the air. "I'll put my soul into this fight and avenge you, Father Papa Senior!
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Lt. Mayhem - 100 HP - Brawler - 0 Respect - 0/0
VS.
Brawl - 100 HP - Brawler - 0 Respect - 0/0
Arena 2:The Arena reverberates with the harsh instrumentals and educational teachings of Sabaton.
"FROM SUZANO, BRAZIL, THE FALLEN ANGEL OF RETRIBUTION!" The Angel stands on top of a nearby turnbuckle, announcing, "THE LORD GUIDES ME IN ALL THAT I DO, MAY HE SEEP INTO YOUR VEINS AND CARESS YOU TIGHTLY. SO VERY TIGHTLY. AMEN."
The next song is one of chaos and fear, a technological clusterfuck of garbled noise.
"FROM LEICESTER, BRITIAN, MEMENTO MORI!" The lights flicker off for a brief second, and turn back on to reveal Mori standing in her corner. "....."
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The Fallen Angel of Retribution - 100 HP - Limit Breaker - 0 Respect - 0/0
VS.
Momento Mori - 100 HP - Limit Breaker - 0 Respect - 0/0
Arena 3:The fast-paced rhythm and vocals of Lzzy Hale marks the entrance of a sultry hooded women, as she leans on her turnbuckle.
"FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, LITTLE RED RIDING WOLF!" She waves to the audience, "My, don't you all look scrumptious, hehe~"
The singing dies down to a much more orchestral, methodical marching song; a man in a black suit walks down the path to the ring.
"FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, THE LINGUIST!" The Linguist jumps through the ropes, ready for an impromptu speech. "I'm here on the behalf of the free market! Capitalism!" He gets resounding applause from the Wall Street brokers and Imperial Stormtroopers watching the fight.
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Little Red Riding Wolf - 100 HP - Sex Appeal - 0 Respect - 0/0
VS.
The Linguist - 100 HP - Charismatic - 0 Respect - 0/0
Arena 4:The funk of bluesy, alternative, rap rock bursts through the air as an urban youth walks to the arena.
"FROM NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, STREET RAT!" The thug nonchalantly slides into the ring and shrugs, "Whatever."
The next song is some
more white boy music hyper rockin' blast as a man that looks like he's in the middle of a training montage runs in.
"FROM KIRKALDY, SCOTLAND, AYE QUE!" A.Q. leaps all the ropes to land in the middle of the square. "RIGHTO'LETSSCRAPIT,AYEYOUREADYLADGIVEYOUFIVEFINGERSURPRISEAAYAAHBETCHADIDNTPREPAREFORTHISONEDIDYA'?!"*
(*Translation: "Let's fight.")
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Street Rat - 100 HP - Determinator - 0 Respect - 0/0
VS.
Aye Que - 100 HP - Martial Artist - 0 Respect - 0/0
Arena 5:True patriotic music swells fills the hearts and minds of everyone as a large man of ambiguously Eastern European origins enters.
"FROM ZAGREB, CROATIA, FRODI TARIK!" The Dane performs the salute of his homeland. Everyone in Serbia has traveled just to watch this fight, and they happen to fit about 2 rows of bleachers.
Kebabs are replaced with angsty Latin chanting for the next fighter's introduction.
"FROM ATLANTIS, ATLANTIC OCEAN, PONTIFICUS NEMO CMXDXXXVIIIVI!" The King of Atlantis spontaneously jumps out of a large water cooler near the arena, screaming, while the announcer pauses to take a big recovery breath.
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Frodi Tarik - 100 HP - Martial Artist - 0 Respect - 0/0
VS.
Pontificus Nemo CMXDXXXVIIIVI - 100 HP - Determinator - 0 Respect - 0/0
GM Notes: Whew, that's done with. If anyone is wondering, that "0/0" at the end of everyone's character info is their "Win/Loss" record.
Also, I'm going to start referring to our Atlantanian as "King Nemo" or something. Because really.
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