JohnnyChany Posted February 11 Read Aloud Posted February 11 90s EXTREME TEAM TOURNEY THE AUTHORITY: 3 Points THE BRIGADE: 2 Points YOUNGBLOOD: 1 Point ULTRAFORCE: 1 Point CYBERFORCE: 1 Point WILDC.A.T.S.: 0 Points The arena floor was slick with water and blood as Midnighter of the Authority and the Brigade’s Shadowhawk continued to fight. Shadowhawk struck out from a wall of smoke and mist. His talons raked across Midnighter’s chest. Water from Siren and Riptide’s nearby ongoing clash sloshed violently around their legs. Suddenly, a wave slammed into a broken pillar and sprayed the combatants and briefly covered them in white foam. Midnighter laughed.It wasn’t a friendly sound. He rolled to his feet and surged forward. Shadowhawk met him head-on, the two collided with a crack that echoed through the arena. Fists flew. Armor dented. Shadowhawk fought like a man possessed. He used the environment brilliantly; he slammed Midnighter into flooded rubble. A crashing wave from the nearby Siren andRiptide fight knocked both men off their feet, and Shadowhawk capitalized immediately and drove a knee into Midnighter’s ribs and followed it with a brutal stomp to the skull. Midnighter stayed down for half a second longer than usual. Then he smiled. “You’re good,” Midnighter said, pushing himself up out of the water. “But now I’ve seen enough.” Shadowhawk barely had time to react before everything went wrong. He had become too predictable. Midnighter’s awesome power kicked in fully, his brain mapped outcomes, predicting every possible move Shadowhawk could make before he made it. Shadowhawk slashed left; Midnighter was already there, catching the wrist and snapping it back. A knee strike shattered Shadowhawk’s armor plate. An elbow crushed his mask. Midnighter moved like a machine designed specifically for this moment. The fight ended with Shadowhawk embedded in a wall. Water poured down over his slumped form, unconscious and broken. The three hostesses, Lady Death, Vampirella, and Purgatori practically vibrated with excitement from the stage above. “That’s it!” Lady Death declared. “Midnighter takes it!” “ANOTHER POINT FOR THE AUTHORITY!” Vampirella exclaimed. The crowd roared its approval. “Between Jenny Sparks, Engineer, and now Midnighter, that is three up three down, three straight wins for the Authority,” Purgatori pointed out as her tail slammed against the stage with authority. “They are officially in the driver’s seat to win this entire tournament, ladies and gentlemen,” stated Vampirella. Lady Death held up her hands to tamper the celebration. “However, there is plenty of tournament left. Other teams can still catch up depending on how the final matches shake out.” “That is true. Rainmaker is currently fighting tooth and nail with Ripclaw, and a seismic showdown awaits the Authority’s leader, Apollo, in the final round,” Purgatori teased. Vampirella stepped forward. “As for now there are only two teams who haven't sent out their fourth fighter yet..” WILDC.A.T.S. VS. BRIGADE displayed with much fanfare on the big screen. Purgatori smirked. “They are all heroes here., but we’re officially reaching the HEAVY HITTERS now.” “And oh, do we have something special for you,” promised Lady Death. The hostesses practically swooned as images of Zealot from the WildC.A.T.S. and Glory from the Brigade lit up the screen. “Zannah of Khera, known better as Zealot!” Lady Death proclaimed. “A living legend and one of the TRUE icons of extreme 90s comics in my eyes.” “Centuries of combat, her peerless swordsmanship, her warrior discipline. No nonsense. No fear. A beautiful, brutal force of nature,” Vampirella added. “And honestly?” Purgatori laughed, “we see a LOT of ourselves in her.” They turned to the image of Glory on the screen, towering and radiant. “But she’s facing this,” stated Lady Death. “An unparalleled challenge. An Amazon warrior, demon hybrid, living engine of destruction.” “She’s Wonder Woman turned up to eleven!” Vampirella boasted. “Amazon AND demon? Let’s be real, that clearly makes her superior to Diana,” Purgatori opined. “This isn’t just a match. This is a GLADIATORIAL WAR.A fight worthy of that Colosseum,” Lady Death concluded. Inside the WildC.A.T.S. Locker Room, only two heroes of the five-hero team remained. Zealot stood with her eyes locked on the screen displaying their teammate, Spartan, and the leader of Ultraforce, Hardcase, trading thunderous blows. Her jaw tightened. “I was certain Spartan would win,” she admitted quietly. “Now…I’m less sure.” Grifter leaned against the wall and adjusted his gear. “If he loses,” Zealot continued, “we have no chance of catching the Authority.” Grifter shrugged. “Then we do what we’ve always done. Go out swinging.” Zealot nodded. “Agreed.” He smirked. “Still surprised you’re up before me. Thought you’d be the anchor.” She glanced at him. “This was the only logical choice. We hadn’t faced the Brigade yet.” She paused for a moment. “Did you truly think you’d be paired against Glory or Supreme?” Grifter blinked. “…I may not have thought it out that far.” She allowed herself a small smile. “Good luck,” Grifter said sincerely. In the Brigade’s team area, Badrock was now back on his feet after recovering from his match. He clapped Troll on the shoulder as his teammate rejoined fresh off his victory of Youngblood’s Chapel. Badrock grinned. “Nice work out there. Roller coaster of emotions, though. Win for you, then immediately after that Shadowhawk eats it.” Troll snorted. “Happens.” Supreme's face was stern. “With Shadowhawk’s loss, we need either Apollo or Rainmaker to fall if we want to keep pace.” “And that,” replied Badrock, “also means you and Glory better win and not let my drawn-out slugfest victory over Impact go to waste.” Supreme smiled. “We won’t.” Glory tilted her head. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. “This Zealot looks like a worthy challenger,” she said. “That excites me.” The crowd erupted as Zealot and Glory stepped onto the sand of the arena. Steel and stone. Grace and power. The hostesses welcomed them like royalty. “This is one we’ve been WAITING for!” “Two warriors!” “Two legends!” Zealot rested her blade on her shoulder. “I hope you live up to the hype.” Glory cracked her knuckles. “I was thinking the same.” “Let’ the battle begin!” shouted Lady Death. Quote
Callisto Posted February 11 Read Aloud Posted February 11 Learn More About Zealot Read more about Zealot at Wikipedia Official Site: Wildstorm Links: Wikipedia International Hero Wikipedia Glory (Image) Read more about Glory (Image) at Wikipedia Official Site: Image Comics Links: Wikipedia Quote
Mercenaryblade Posted February 11 Read Aloud Posted February 11 Battle of the white haired Amazonian beauties. Leaning Zealot 1 Quote
leroypowell3 Posted February 12 Read Aloud Posted February 12 My God I have never thought of this matchup! Leaning toward Zealot too but Glory is one of those that could get her. Quote
DSkillz Posted February 14 Read Aloud Posted February 14 Good set-up and match-up of white-haired Amazo -- Gah, @Mercenaryblade said it first. 😅 😛 Anyways, good set-up, Johnny. It feels like Glory's apparently-superior strength may give her the edge in this one, though. 1 Quote
Callisto Posted February 16 Read Aloud Posted February 16 Match Final Results Member Ratings:4.50 - DSkillz 5.00 - Venom 2009 5.00 - Boratz 5.00 - Mercenaryblade FPA Calculation:4 Total Votes cast 19.50 Total Combined Score 19.50 / 4 = 4.88 Final Rating on the match MATCH SCORE Zealot: 2Glory (Image): 3 Quote
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