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Nemesis Chapter 7: The First Semi-Final! "Ladies and Gentlemen!" screams Tim from his position in the middle of the arena, the crowd roaring in delight. "You will soon be witnessing the first Semi-Final of the Nemesis Tournament. In honour of this event, I, being the sole creator of this Tournament, have decided to raise the stakes of these final matches. So, the original arena on which you have watched the first matches being fought upon will be altered in a manner befitting these next matches." He leaps skyward into the air, the crowd screaming joyously, he returns to the ground with a tremendous blast, sending a massive shockwave throughout the arena, as it crumbles beneath him. Once the smoke has cleared and the crowd's roaring died down, it is revealed that the arena has completely transformed, into one of a desolate, lava-covered, rocky field. "Welcome, to the Magma Pit!" The crowd cheers their response. "Is he insane? How can anyone survive on top of molten rock?" questions Roger. "It's obvious he actually has gone insane, the pressure of the matches and his inevitable defeat must have finally gotten to him," mocks Rosewater, as steam rises from the new battlefield. "Like that'll ever happen. Dorothy, who's up next?" comments Jack in response. "The participants of the first Semi-Final are Tim-" "I knew it," sniggers Alex, as Dorothy continues. "And Alex," He gulps, not realising that he would be one of the first to fight in the Magma Pit. * * * * * "In the red corner, Overlord Tim and Touyou!" announces Tim over the stadiums' speakers, as Touyou is hoisted up through the remaining floor of the original arena, purposefully left standing for such a purpose. "And in another of the red corners," he jokes, "Alex Rosewater and Big Fau!" Big Fau is similarly hoisted up on the opposite side of the pit. "Still think my pit is insane, Rosewater?" smirks Tim from the searing hot cockpit of Touyou. "One of us is using his brain today Overlord," he sniggers, "And I'm not talking about you." "Well, before they both melt under the heat, LET THE MATCH BEGIN!" Big Fau attempts to take a steady first step, but finds the ground too unstable for him to move in any direction. "I knew he was insane," comments Rosewater, his skin dripping sweat from the intense fires. "Who me?" chuckles Tim. Rosewater stares as, to his disbelief, Touyou begins speedily hopping the landmasses one by one to approach him rapidly. "No, it is impossible!" "Nothing is impossible, not as long as my kinsmen still draw breath in Paradigm City!" Touyou reaches Big Fau, landing a firm punch straight to his chest, causing Big Fau to almost topple over into the lava behind him. Luckily, Rosewater manages to regain his balance and land back on the unstable ground in front of Touyou, "Why aren't you affected by this heat?" "Because I created it, it's just a matter of adaptation. Which is something you're not incapable of Alex" Alex snarls through the beads of sweat running down his face. He rams Fau's fists into Touyou, who leaps backward onto another landmass. He fires his pistons. "Ready for your advantage?" The pistons blast back, spraying hundreds of crystalline shards at Big Fau. "How is that an advantage?" "Check again." Rosewater watches the shards, and smiles as he sees them all melt within seconds of leaving Touyou's arms. "The heat you are currently experiencing causes the ice of my Aeon Impact Showers to melt rapidly, making them very much useless at long range." Rosewater laughs maniacally, finally realising that Tim's Megadeus really isn't invincible. "Well then it looks like you've just doomed yourself," he mocks, as Big Fau begins to mimic Touyou in leaping between the landmasses, reaching him as quickly as he was before. "You've made most of your weapons useless, and revealed how to traverse this new terrain to your enemy!" Fau lands on Touyou's ground, and throws a powerful punch in his direction. Remarkably, Touyou manages to dodge it by spinning to the right of Fau, who tries again to hit him, and again fails as Tim stumbles to the left. "What are you doing Overlord?" "Ooh, I think I (hic) had too much to (hic) drink before the match," he drunkenly replies, as Rosewater looks on puzzled. "Just (hic) give me a minute." He picks up a bottle of scotch from beside his feet and takes a quick swig of it, the alcohol pouring down his cheeks. "Ah, that did the (hic) trick." "You're drunk?" "EVERYBODY DANCE!" Touyou claps in response to Tim's cry, and indeed begins dancing, his massive arms swaying in tune to some silent music, as Big Fau and Alex watch on, baffled. "Enough of this buffoonery, continue the match!" he yells, as Big Fau charges at the dancing Touyou, drill arms at the ready. He lunges at Touyou with his vicious rotating blades, only for him to grab his arm and, as if in a ballet, twirl around him clumsily, and hit him in the back with his elbow. "How about a little (hic) something to drink, Rosey," chuckles Tim, Touyou swaying clumsily on the heated ground. Alex snarls at his drunkard opponent. He stumbles over to Big Fau, grabbing his shoulder to support himself as he almost topples over. "Whoa, I think I need to(hic) lie down for moment." He clatters to the ground, dragging Fau down with him as he does, slamming his head into the drifting earth of the Magma Pit. Rosewater has completely forgotten about the intense heat he is suffering, completely focused on his opponent, and his obviously reckless consumption of alcohol before the match. Touyou starts to awkwardly clamber to his feet. "Oh, I think I'm gonna-", only to topple backwards onto Big Fau. "Uh, will someone fetch the medic before Tim gets himself killed?" questions Tim through the speakers. Big Fau vainly attempts to get up with Touyou still laid on his back. "Hey Alllllexxx," chimes Tim from inside the red hot Touyou. "What is it now?" questions the exasperated owner of the Paradigm Group. "Did you know that alcohol, being man-made, has no effect on me?" he laughs. "WHAT!? You mean you were just toying with me the whole time!?" "Absolutely correct, give the man a prize!" Rosewater's steel resolve crumbles, and a new message runs across Big Fau's screens: "Ye A Disgace", and a solemn voice resonates from within Fau's head, harkening to all within the arena, speaking unto them. "This battle is mine," Tim gasps, as Big Fau steadily but surely pushes himself up onto his feet, knocking Touyou off his back in the process. "This however IS impossible!" he shrieks, as Fau jettisons his cockpit, and continues the fight without a Dominus, "Who is running this thing!" he yells, as Touyou engages Big Fau in a desperate struggle, neither one of them showing any sign of defeat as the wrestle, hand in hand, atop the unstable superheat of the Magma Pit. "I won't surrender to a useless hulk, especially not you!" Touyou fires his pistons once more, as a horrid noise echoes from within Fau, a sound that vaguely resembles that, of laughter. Tim fires his pistons, freezing the hands of the abomination instantly, and allowing him to push Big Fau over the brink, and into the lava, where he disintegrates rapidly, the laughter echoing still from his melting circuitry. The danger passed, Touyou quickly picks up the half-melted cockpit, and leaps rapidly over to the elevator in hopes of getting Rosewater some help. * * * * * The shattered husk of Big Fau's cockpit sits idly in the Megadeus Hangar, battered, melted, and ripped open in the wake of the last match. Tim stands in front of it, pondering what could have caused such behaviour from Fau. "It wasn't Alex's piloting," he comments to the otherwise empty hangar, "and it definitely wasn't a circuit malfunction," he continues, "so what was it?" The hangar gives no reply. As he turns to leave, he hears the brief sound of static hovering through the air. He returns to the cockpit, and inspects the main screen, on it is a display, which reads: "422 62922 25624261." Tim looks as though he has seen a ghost, and backs away slowly in response. * * * * * The door of the Medical Ward bursts open as a small group of Doctors and Nurses barge in with a gurney, a single body upon it wrestling frantically with them as they hoist him up onto a bed next to Beck and Angel. "Why do we always get the newbies?" questions Beck. "Because you're the closest to the door" replies one of the Doctors, as Angel finally recognises the voice coming from the bed as they strap the patient down. "Ye a disgace! Ye a disgace! Ye a disgace!" he continues repeating, his eyes wild in their terror, Alex Rosewater has been strapped to the bed. "I think he means 'Ye a disg-R-ace,'" comments Tim, as he materialises in-between the two familiar patients, "How's the old juices?" "No too bad, I think that X-39 cured my back ache, what happened to Rosewater?" questions Beck, motioning across the bed. "I'm not sure, he was doing fine in our match. Then Fau just went loco and ejected his cockpit. He was lucky to survive the fall let alone the intense heat. We changed the arena to a Magma Pit, by the way," Angel gasps, Beck not too far off himself, "I think he was driven insane by Fau." "But why would Fau do that?" asks Angel, her lower body twitching slightly from the Beta. "As near as I can guess, something weird is going on with the Mega's, the same thing happened when Schwarzwald was fighting against Dorothy with Dorothy One, the thing just seemed to come alive. At any rate, even if he does reclaim his sanity he won't be piloting Big Fau anymore." Angel steadies her legs before he finishes. "He was disintegrated in the lava, no chance we can recover him." The group sing a silent remorse, as Rosewater continues to scream in the background, "Ye a disgace! Ye a disgace! Ye a disgace!" NO SIDE Next Page >< Previous Page |
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