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Jason Bourne

Major Alan "Dutch" Schaefer

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Apex Arena – The Final: Jason Bourne vs. Major Alan “Dutch” Schaefer

The Apex Arena shimmered into existence, and with it, a battleground unlike any before. The Alien Council’s Coliseum, a monolithic amphitheatre of obsidian and silver, hovered above an endless void of swirling stars. Thousands of alien spectators pulsed with multi-coloured light, their formless bodies vibrating with anticipation.

Thirty-two contestants had entered the Arena, two remained. Blood had been spilled, shots fired, and knives slashed, with the Apex having morphed into space stations, World War I trenches, a decaying tomb in a forgotten swamp, the Colosseum, the Starship Enterprise, a twisted Oz, the Death Star and more! The stakes were clear: the final match, the ultimate spectacle, a bloody dance lasting not just minutes or hours, but a thousand years.

Jason Bourne and Major Alan "Dutch" Schaefer materialised in the centre of the arena. Bourne’s sharp eyes swept across the battlefield, taking in the towering columns, shifting terrain, and warped air that rippled like heatwaves. His adaptive armament shifted in his hand, morphing briefly into a sleek pistol before settling into a curved dagger, guided by his will. Dutch stood a few feet away, his weapon transforming into a broad-bladed axe, heavy and deadly in his grip. The two men exchanged a brief, knowing glance. They had fought endlessly to get here, but now only one would leave victorious.

Above them, a massive holographic scoreboard came to life. It displayed two names: BOURNE and SCHAEFER, both set at zero.

The alien voice boomed in their minds, cold and detached: "The final trial begins. One thousand years of combat. Kill your opponent or slay the fallen. Every kill is counted. The one with the highest score at the end... survives."

The meaning sank in like a blade to the gut. Bourne’s expression hardened, and Dutch’s jaw tightened. Before either could react, the arena trembled, and the battlefield reformed into the Roman Colosseum, its cracked marble floors and towering columns bathed in an alien light. The crowd roared with excitement as the first wave arrived: the undead versions of every previous contestant.

The first attack came quickly. John Wick, his undead form jerking with unnatural movements, raised his handgun and fired. Bourne rolled instinctively, his dagger shifting into a pistol mid-motion. He squeezed the trigger, sending a bullet through Wick’s forehead. The assassin crumpled, and Bourne’s name flashed on the scoreboard.

BOURNE: 1

Dutch wasn’t far behind. Rambo, clutching his iconic machete, lunged at him with savage ferocity. Dutch sidestepped, his axe cleaving through Rambo’s chest in one brutal swing. The scoreboard updated.

SCHAEFER: 1

But no matter how many kills they landed, the undead never stayed down. Moments after falling, each contestant’s body dissolved into green mist, reappearing seconds later to attack again.

Even the combatants weren’t spared the cycle of death and rebirth. Bourne was the first to die; an undead Bride drove her katana into his back. His body fell limply to the ground, but within moments, he respawned in the middle of the Colosseum, uninjured, his weapon reforming in his hand. Bourne wasted no time, driving his blade into The Bride in retaliation, adding another point to his score.

Dutch fell next, gunned down by Leon the Professional and John Shaft in a coordinated assault. Seconds later, he returned, axe in hand, mowing them both down as the scoreboard shifted again.

BOURNE: 8
SCHAEFER: 9

The arena shifted again. The Colosseum dissolved, replaced by the fog-choked streets of Silent Hill. The oppressive air clung to their skin, and grotesque creatures slithered in the distance, and the monstrous form of a giant Pyramid Head. The undead contestants followed, their glowing eyes cutting through the haze. Bourne’s weapon morphed into a shotgun, while Dutch’s axe transformed into a flamethrower.

The fight continued. The scoreboard flashed continuously:

BOURNE: 76
SCHAEFER: 76

But no matter how many they killed, the horde never dwindled. Every step forward felt like wading through quicksand, the air heavy with despair. Then, as if sensing their exhaustion, the alien voice returned. "One year has passed. You have 999 more to go."

Bourne froze for a moment, his mind racing. Dutch straightened, the flamethrower in his hands briefly faltering. Overhead, a massive portal opened, revealing a scene of idyllic peace: a tranquil lake surrounded by green hills, the sky a soft blue. The voice whispered seductively: "Step through, and the torment ends. You will be free. Humanity’s survival is not your concern."

The offer hung heavy in the air. Bourne’s hand tightened around his weapon as he stared at the portal. Dutch glanced toward him, his expression unreadable. For a moment, there was silence, save for the faint shuffle of the undead in the fog.

Then Bourne spoke. “Humanity’s survival is my concern.”

Dutch nodded, his grip on the flamethrower steadying. “We fight.”

The portal vanished, replaced by the deafening roar of the alien audience as they were denied a final corruption of humanity’s warriors.

The arena shifted violently, the fog of Silent Hill giving way to the cold, metallic corridors of a futuristic space station. Alarm lights strobed as horrid spider-like Xenomorphs burst from the walls, adding a new layer of chaos. Bourne ducked behind a console as Dutch fired streams of plasma into the oncoming horde. The scoreboard ticked upward with every kill.

BOURNE: 150
SCHAEFER: 152

“Keep up, Bourne!” Dutch barked, his voice echoing over the cacophony.

Bourne smirked. “Watch me.”

The adaptive armament in Bourne’s hand morphed into an energy blade, crackling with blue light. He leapt into the fray, cutting down the horrid undead versions of Ethan Hunt, Casey Ryback and Martin Riggs in rapid succession. Dutch followed suit, his flamethrower lighting up the corridor as undead creatures and Xenomorphs disintegrated in its wake.

As the hours turned into days, and the days blurred into weeks, the arena cycled through countless settings. They fought in a Victorian London street, where Jack the Ripper joined the fray, his knives glinting in the gaslight. They battled in a prehistoric jungle, where velociraptors stalked the shadows and undead contestants like Jack Bauer and Jack Ryan stalked them through the trees.

They clashed in the midst of a cyberpunk cityscape, neon lights reflecting off pools of blood where they played cat and mouse with the undead snipers Mike Banning and Jane Smith in strobe filled futuristic casinos.

The scoreboard remained neck and neck, their kills almost perfectly matched.

BOURNE: 935
SCHAEFER: 935

Both men were battered, bloodied, and exhausted, but neither would yield.

In the final hours of the thousandth year, the arena shifted one last time. The stars themselves became the battlefield, a void where gravity twisted and the undead floated weightlessly. Bourne and Dutch moved as if in slow motion, their weapons sluggish but deadly. They fought each other as much as the horde, their rivalry driving them to the brink.

With seconds left on the timer, Bourne shot John Matrix through the eye, while Dutch cleaved through Adam Clay’s undead form with a huge knife. The scoreboard ticked one final time as the final of Apex Arena drew closer to the end.

Humanity held its breath, not just in anticipation of who the victor of this deadly battle would be, but also in dread of what the Aliens had planned for them once Apex Arena was complete…

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Summary

The final battle of Apex Arena is finally here. Bourne vs Dutch, fighting for 1000 years in a constantly changing environment (Apex will turn into all the previous locations). Coming for our two contestants are zombie versions of all the previous contestants, and in their hand is an adaptive weapon that can take on the form of any gun or blade of their choosing.

Each kill, whether a zombie or their opponent, will count for 1 point and whoever has the most after 1000 years will win.

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The only advantage "Dutch" has going for him is that he's probably stronger( even then probably only in lifting/grappling strength) and that isn't gonna be enough to win this for him.

Bourne holds almost every stat advantage, generally has better feats, and is better suited for a rapidly changing close quarters combat environment.

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I would also like to congratulate you on getting through to the end of this tournament you put together. It's not always easy to see through. I think I am still going with Bourne, but I will say the one thing Dutch has going for him is I think he would be better at killing groups of zombies quicker to score more points than Bourne. But if the fight is for 1000 years that might not matter. Yeah, still going with the precision of Jason Bourne.

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Looks like someone else has actually managed to wrap up a CBUB Match arc. :D Congrats, @Culwych1, and another very good set-up to finish it off. Do you plan to do a recap once voting wraps, time permitting? 

As for the match, the constantly-shifting environment and endless hordes of zombified heroes across centuries are definitely gonna take a toll on both men, even as they constantly resurrect (though the zombified John Matrixes should probably give them the hardest time. :) 😛). I think Bourne eventually wins, though, since as mentioned, his skillset lends itself a bit more to adaptation to different obstacles than Dutch. 

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