DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Gabag]

The year is 40,001, Humanity is at it's peak. Due to the fact that no wars are fought anywhere, ever, Humanity and other races banded together and founded the sport "DeathMatch". It is held in a large arena type building with enough seats to house a small country inside. Global satellites are prepared to capture the footage and stream it live to viewers at home. At first the only arena combatants were war criminals, promised with pardons for their actions if they fought each other to the death. The sport's rising popularity and technological advances has allowed arena combatants to defy death, even when they have lost. Weaponry of the past, future, and fantasy are all allowed (within fair limits like no nuclear weapon catapults), and the arena changes scenery to the Arena Master's liking. The current Arena Master, Gabag, rules the arena with an iron fist. Renowned for his 1000-0 win/loss streak, he is a fearsome combatant, able to rend even the toughest of combatants. In a desire to get better gladiators, he has released a competition to any soldiers, bounty hunters, and otherwise proficient in arms usage, with a hefty prize of 100,000,000,000 dollars on the line. You are one of these new combatants, trying to make a name for yourself, or fighting for other reasons. Whatever they may be. WELCOME TO DEATHMATCH!!!

(characters and ooc stuff on ooc board)

[Armalite_]

Spike sat on the cold steel bench in his cell. He was in the shadow of the tall wall he was up against as the tiny window was the only source of light above his head. He closed his eye as he listened as his other eye was covered by a patch. He sat perfectly still, breathing slowly. A chain rattled from way down the hall outside his cell door. He opened his right eye. His paws planted firmly on his lap. He waited and waited. Footsteps grew louder and stopped at his door. The sound of a key twisting within the lock was followed by the opening of the narrow slit in the door. A guard peered inside but was careful to keep his distance as he called his name. "Spike?..." Spike kept still. His white-tipped tail slithered out from the shadows and Spike stood up, creating a silhouette in the light. "Yes?" Spike answered. "I got dinner for you." The guard replied. Spike tilted his head and asked. "What is it this time?" The guard was quick to answer. "Your favorite. Lamb chops." Spike moved closer to the door, his heavy chained shackles rattling as he walked. He was held back by his restraints attached to the wall. The guard slid the plate through the small opening and looked in Spike's glowing yellow eye. "Bon appetite." He said, sliding in a spork after the plate. The slit shut and the sound of the key returned followed by the disappearing footsteps. Spike looked at the spork and then at the plate of nasty looking meat then back at the plastic eating utensil. He flicked it away. He shrugged. "I've had worse." He said out loud, a sinister grin spread across his face. He picked up the paper plate and walked back to the bench where he ate with his hands.

[Gabag]

Kaine looked up at the new trash brought before him (Spike) "Mr. Spike, your wanted of over 3000 counts of first degree murder (for exaggeration purposes) your penalty is fighting in the Arena, congrats maggot!" he literally spat into spike's face.

(a few minutes before)
Two guards kicked down the door to spike's cell and forcefully yanked his chains loose and dragged him to the arena dome. Thousands of hungry hands clasped at them from steel bars, but it didn't matter, for they came only for spike. Violently shoving him into a teleporter directly linked with Kaine's office.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono was being escorted by six soldiers, and his 'lawyer' to the Arena arm-cuffed and a visor over his eyes. The arm-cuffs were not to protect the civilians who noticed the small spectacle of a dragon being escorted to who-knows-where, but to protect Chrono from mob paranoia. The paranoia that turns regular hard-working civilians into a mob of weapon-toting militia drunk on the fervor of 'heretic hunting'. If he so desired, he could kick the guards around him to the ground and tear apart the next person he came across, if he so desired. However, he desired protection from the masses, which the government provided through a deal: Become one of the top 5 gladiators in the world-renowned sport of "Deathmatch" and we will protect you and your family. He came up to the gate, and his lawyer, who looked like a spindly bean-counter in a pin-stripe suit came up to one of the registars and handed over an electronic folder that contained Chrono's official history and weapon experience. The registar looked over the folder and Chrono awaited to see if he was accepted....

[Armalite_]

Spike flinched as the spit hit his face. He looked back into the eyes of Kaine and smiled, his lips curling back to show a row of fangs in a murderous grin. "Thank you kindly...But I don't recall murdering more than 500..." He wiped the spit off his face with his shoulder, looking back at Kaine. "But I request that as long as I fight that I get my knife and my old MG3."

[Shenzii]

Blaire entered, her blue eyes glowing within the shadows of her hood. Her brown hair flowed from the hood like great silk waves. She looked around and snickered. Her white fangs showed as she walked up to the attendant. "I am here for the fight. I am in need of a cell..." She looked at the man and leaned on the counter smiling under her hood. The man smiled and eyed her. "Sounds good miss. Here you are." He handed her a number and key. She smiled and nodded thanks to him. "See ya round." She stood and walked down the hall. She sighed and went to her cell. It seemed a tad larger and a little more clean. "This will do I suppose," she said as she put the key in the slot and opened the door. Blaire walked in and sat on the bed after shutting the door behind her.

[Philly Tanuki]

Philly stepped off the bus, finally arriving at the arena.  It was a wonder that he even managed to pay the bus fare.  He walked up to the door and sighed.  "I'm not sure if I can do this...but I have to try" he said pushing through the doors into the sign-up area.  He stood at one of the desks but didn't say a thing.  Instead he backed up towards the door leading out to the sleeping cells and tried to slip in without anybody noticing.  "Maybe I don't even have to fight...maybe I can find where the money is stashed..." he thought to himself.

[Shenzii]

Blaire stood and shrugged. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go look around." She opened her door and closed it quietly. She spotted a Raccoon and smiled. She jogged over waving. "Hey! Are you another competitor?"

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono felt the visor come off his face and a guard pointed a gun at the back of his skull. "You know the drill 'heretic', go to your cell, your old armor and gun are in there waiting for you..." there was a hint of fakeness in the guard's anger, as if he sympathised with what hes going through, and somewhat wished he didn't have to treat him like this. "Yes sir..." his gaze un-changed as he walked with two of previously six-man escort towards a rather clean and tidy 'cell'. "Heh, a heretic gets an apartment room for free as long as his life is on the line..." he joked to himself as the guard shoved him in.

The instant he went through the door, sensors triggered the door to shut and his arm cuffs to come off. A voice resounded through the room, sounding like it came within the room, but was far away. Shes somewhere in this arena, but looks like you'll have to wait till they let you out before you can reunite...how sad the voice ended with a chuckle and then silence. "Thats it, I'm changing your voice to a females...that chuckle is just too creepy coming from a guy" he said in silence before going to don his armor.

[Shenzii]

Blaire decided it was pointless to even try and make nice, they were only going to fight. One killing another. "Sorry, thought you were someone else," She said as she turned and walked away. There must be SOMEONE her I know.. she thought to herself. She continued down the hall, unaware that it wasn't her cell's hall.

[Philly Tanuki]

Philly turned towards the wolf that had noticed him.  He clenched his fist trying to figure out what he was going to say.  Fortunately she left before he had the chance to explain.  "That was too close.  I need to be more careful"  he thought as he turned down yet another corridor.

[Shenzii]

Blaire continued forward, down the hall. She found a small rock and began to kick it. The sound of it hitting the walls echoed through the corridor. A man followed not far behind her. She turned in curiosity of who it was. Her ears twitched as his aura radiated a threatening strength. She smirked and continued walking, pretending to not acknowledge him. The man moved faster to catch up with her. Blair turned quickly and saw he had vanished. When she turned back around she bumped into the large wolf. "Excuse me... But you're in my way," She said looking past him. He snickered and leaned against the wall. "I haven't seen you around these parts before," He said eying her vigorously. Blaire held her breath and tried to push past him. "Please let me through." The male just laughed and pushed her into a corner. "My name is Coru. Care to tell me your's?" Blaire just growled and stood silent. Please let there someone be around here....

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono got his armor on and his gun holstered to his side when he reached the door. He tried to open it from his side, and it wouldn't budge. Gladiator Chrono is not yet approved to leave his room... wait two more hours... a monotone rang out in his room. "You obviously don't know me..." he said to himself before taking out his pulse rifle and shooting the corners off the door before kicking it down. I suppose I should tell you shes right..... here Chrono walked out the door, completely covered in armor, and turned to see someone blocking the hallway. He took out his pulse rifle and aimed it at the person. "Move or you'll have to find your head when it falls to the floor...."

[Shenzii]

Coru turned and spotted a dragon. "Yea... sure whatever buddy." He winked at Blaire before walking away. She stood stiffly, her fists clenched tightly.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono growled and took out the guy's left knee before going to the increasingly familiar woman. "I've been wearing a no-vision visor ever since I got here, care to tell me your name, Miss Wolf?" he said in a calm manner, despite the anger he just showed a few seconds earlier.