X-GAMES CHAPTER ONE
Scott enters the room where his young,beautiful,red-headed wife lays asleep in their nice large bed.
The room is dark except for the ray of red light that radiates from his ruby quartz visor.
The sound of a tree scraping the window outside keeps it from being silent in the room.
otherwise,its quiet.
He slips out of his yellow boots and blue spandex pants.
He carefully takes his visor off and slips his ruby red sunglasses on his face.
He removes the rest of his costume and places it absently over a chair in the corner.
He approaches the bed.
He can smell the fragent odor of his wife,jean's,perfume.
The smell of wild flowers enter his head as he climbs under the covers,moving his body close to jean's.
He drapes his arm over her and kisses her ear softly.
He was almost asleep when she spoke.
"Training late again Scott?"
He is shocked that she is awake and hesitates in answering.
"Yes"was all he could get out.
"Why push yourself so hard?Your duties as Cyclops arent 24/7 you know.....you have other duties,as Scott Summers.
"I...I know,I'm sorry Jean"
"I hope your not too tired"
"Why?"
Quickly,as if she were Quicksilver,she climbs on top of him and lays there.
"Because,husband of mine,I wanted to do.....something tonight but you were bust optic blasting danger room toys."
Scott grins."Oh....and what did you want to do?"
Jean runs her index finger over his lips.
She removes it and kisses him passionatly.
In moments they were under the covers,making passionate love to one another.
Their moans of pleasure do not carry out thru the mansion.
They dont echo down the halls like ghosts on a joyful evening.
No....the mansion has thick walls.
They are safe from waking up their fellow teamates and friends.
Unless one was standing right outside the door of course....
If someone was right outseide....they could hear it all.
The moans of sexual pleasure escaping both lover's mouth.
The screaming of names as orgasims reach their climax over and over again.
Yes one would hear that
if they were standing right out side their door.
smoking a cigar perhasps......
while running a finger along his claws.
That happen yesterday.
Today is a whole different story.
The thought of being pinned one on one against each other never crossed the members of the X-teams' minds
until today.
All of them went thru their day as normal,until a strange,statically blue light had carried them away to a tournament areana.
a voice came over a loudspeaker of unknown origin.
The voice told them that to get out of here they had to fight.
fight eachother to determine which ones were worthy enought to go up against the one reasponsible for bringing them here.
and if those few choosen were to beat this unknown enemy,although many of them had their mixed thought as to who it was,they would be allowed to leave.
If they couldnt deafet him then......
Guess
The statically blue light flasshed again and two were removed from the crowd and placed on stage.
Iceman and Thunderbird.
"Professor should we go along with this?!"
"Warren....(sigh)..I dont see any other choice at the momment"
Thunderbird let his hands burn with life as Bobby transformed his skin into cool ice.
"Ok...Neal....I guess we better go along with this how about you?"
"Im all fired up about,cant you tell?"He smirks."And Iceman,when we're on any kind of mission....call me Thunderbird."
As the last sylibol rolls off his tounge Neal Sharra fires a steady blast of fire as his icey teamate.
Iceman erects an icewall at the last second and uses the 5 seconds it takes Thunderbird's blast to dodge out of the way.
"Nice defencive."
"Thanks"
Iceman sends a barrage of hail stones the size of sofy balls Thunderbird's way.
Most of the balls make contact with Neal's face,chest,legs,arms,chest,and crotch many times before he manages to put up a glowing feild of intense heat around himself.
"Too bad I cant say the same for you"
Thunderbird feels the soft trikle of blood running down his chin.
He sees it drip off the tip of it and splatter to the stage floor making a little puddle.
His arms will most surely have bruises from the beat down from the Hailstones.
His chest and stomach are cramped from the many blows they took and he tries hard not to grimace from the attack on his crotch alone.
Ice man walks over to Thunderbird grinning.
"Looks like I was too hard on ya,sorry"
Neal can barely move let alone want to try to channel his heat powers into a fire wave.
Ah but what the hell
Thunderbird,with a loud groan of frustration,anger,and pain brings him arm out at Iceman and sends a small but searing beam of fire straight at Iceman's chest.
Iceman,caught totally off-guard,lets out a small sound of surprize as he gets burned by the blast of his nearly deafeted teamate.
Bobby falls to the ground and finds that his ice form is pretty wounded from the burn,he shifts to his flash form and gets up.
Thunderbird is on his knees now struugling to get up.
Bobby channels a certain ammount of ice energy into his closed,tight fist.
"ICEBEAM!"He sends to cool beam of ice blue energy at trunderbird.
It smashed againsthim,creating a formation of ice on his arm.
In seconds his is numb and falls over.
Iceman is declared winner.
They both are envoloped in the static ble energy.
Iceman is sent back into the crowd.
No one can see Thunderbiird.
No one has time to think about that because the next two have been choosen as the static flashes again.
Rouge and Banchee
"Ah dont like this Sean Ah dont like it at all,where do ya suppose thunderbird went off to?"
"I dont like it anymore than ye lass,as for the lad,i really cant say."
"One of us will find out sugah"
"Yes.....one of us."
Banchee is almost caught off guard by Rouge's assault but he flys at the speed f sound to dodge it.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" He sends a sonic scream at the southern belle and she slams hard into the stage of the areana.
Sean does a 360 spin and zips down to her in an attempt to get in a close range sonic burst to knock her unconscience.
Nice plan
Too bad it didnt work
Rouge regains her sences as Banchee grows closer and swiftly punches him straight in the jaw,knocking him onto the stage floor.
Sean lifts himself up and rubs his wounded jaw as blood seaps out from an unknown cut inside.
He gets up only to be slammed hard in his stomach,sending him down to the ground again.
Sean struggles to get up a second time,he sees her come again and the Irish man opens his mouth again.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
The scream cuts deep in Rouge's eardrums and she grabs hold of her very wounded ears.
In this disoriented state she losses control of her flight and slams hard on her side aganst the hard stage floor.
Banchee gets up and walks over to her.
"Sorry lass"
He opens his mouth to "say" something else,but Rouge would not give him the time to "speak"
She kicked high and she kicked hard.
Slamming her foot into Banchee's gut.
His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he slumped over,grasping his stomach and gasping for air.
Rouge gets up and easily picks up the wounded man.
With no effert at all she tosses him over the edge like a rag doll.
For his own good really.
She just didnt want to hurt him anylonger.
Banchee loses as a result of ring out.
They are both statically taken away and replaced by Cyclops and Nightcrawler to start the ritual all over again.
Scott enters the room where his young,beautiful,red-headed wife lays asleep in their nice large bed.
The room is dark except for the ray of red light that radiates from his ruby quartz visor.
The sound of a tree scraping the window outside keeps it from being silent in the room.
otherwise,its quiet.
He slips out of his yellow boots and blue spandex pants.
He carefully takes his visor off and slips his ruby red sunglasses on his face.
He removes the rest of his costume and places it absently over a chair in the corner.
He approaches the bed.
He can smell the fragent odor of his wife,jean's,perfume.
The smell of wild flowers enter his head as he climbs under the covers,moving his body close to jean's.
He drapes his arm over her and kisses her ear softly.
He was almost asleep when she spoke.
"Training late again Scott?"
He is shocked that she is awake and hesitates in answering.
"Yes"was all he could get out.
"Why push yourself so hard?Your duties as Cyclops arent 24/7 you know.....you have other duties,as Scott Summers.
"I...I know,I'm sorry Jean"
"I hope your not too tired"
"Why?"
Quickly,as if she were Quicksilver,she climbs on top of him and lays there.
"Because,husband of mine,I wanted to do.....something tonight but you were bust optic blasting danger room toys."
Scott grins."Oh....and what did you want to do?"
Jean runs her index finger over his lips.
She removes it and kisses him passionatly.
In moments they were under the covers,making passionate love to one another.
Their moans of pleasure do not carry out thru the mansion.
They dont echo down the halls like ghosts on a joyful evening.
No....the mansion has thick walls.
They are safe from waking up their fellow teamates and friends.
Unless one was standing right outside the door of course....
If someone was right outseide....they could hear it all.
The moans of sexual pleasure escaping both lover's mouth.
The screaming of names as orgasims reach their climax over and over again.
Yes one would hear that
if they were standing right out side their door.
smoking a cigar perhasps......
while running a finger along his claws.
That happen yesterday.
Today is a whole different story.
The thought of being pinned one on one against each other never crossed the members of the X-teams' minds
until today.
All of them went thru their day as normal,until a strange,statically blue light had carried them away to a tournament areana.
a voice came over a loudspeaker of unknown origin.
The voice told them that to get out of here they had to fight.
fight eachother to determine which ones were worthy enought to go up against the one reasponsible for bringing them here.
and if those few choosen were to beat this unknown enemy,although many of them had their mixed thought as to who it was,they would be allowed to leave.
If they couldnt deafet him then......
Guess
The statically blue light flasshed again and two were removed from the crowd and placed on stage.
Iceman and Thunderbird.
"Professor should we go along with this?!"
"Warren....(sigh)..I dont see any other choice at the momment"
Thunderbird let his hands burn with life as Bobby transformed his skin into cool ice.
"Ok...Neal....I guess we better go along with this how about you?"
"Im all fired up about,cant you tell?"He smirks."And Iceman,when we're on any kind of mission....call me Thunderbird."
As the last sylibol rolls off his tounge Neal Sharra fires a steady blast of fire as his icey teamate.
Iceman erects an icewall at the last second and uses the 5 seconds it takes Thunderbird's blast to dodge out of the way.
"Nice defencive."
"Thanks"
Iceman sends a barrage of hail stones the size of sofy balls Thunderbird's way.
Most of the balls make contact with Neal's face,chest,legs,arms,chest,and crotch many times before he manages to put up a glowing feild of intense heat around himself.
"Too bad I cant say the same for you"
Thunderbird feels the soft trikle of blood running down his chin.
He sees it drip off the tip of it and splatter to the stage floor making a little puddle.
His arms will most surely have bruises from the beat down from the Hailstones.
His chest and stomach are cramped from the many blows they took and he tries hard not to grimace from the attack on his crotch alone.
Ice man walks over to Thunderbird grinning.
"Looks like I was too hard on ya,sorry"
Neal can barely move let alone want to try to channel his heat powers into a fire wave.
Ah but what the hell
Thunderbird,with a loud groan of frustration,anger,and pain brings him arm out at Iceman and sends a small but searing beam of fire straight at Iceman's chest.
Iceman,caught totally off-guard,lets out a small sound of surprize as he gets burned by the blast of his nearly deafeted teamate.
Bobby falls to the ground and finds that his ice form is pretty wounded from the burn,he shifts to his flash form and gets up.
Thunderbird is on his knees now struugling to get up.
Bobby channels a certain ammount of ice energy into his closed,tight fist.
"ICEBEAM!"He sends to cool beam of ice blue energy at trunderbird.
It smashed againsthim,creating a formation of ice on his arm.
In seconds his is numb and falls over.
Iceman is declared winner.
They both are envoloped in the static ble energy.
Iceman is sent back into the crowd.
No one can see Thunderbiird.
No one has time to think about that because the next two have been choosen as the static flashes again.
Rouge and Banchee
"Ah dont like this Sean Ah dont like it at all,where do ya suppose thunderbird went off to?"
"I dont like it anymore than ye lass,as for the lad,i really cant say."
"One of us will find out sugah"
"Yes.....one of us."
Banchee is almost caught off guard by Rouge's assault but he flys at the speed f sound to dodge it.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" He sends a sonic scream at the southern belle and she slams hard into the stage of the areana.
Sean does a 360 spin and zips down to her in an attempt to get in a close range sonic burst to knock her unconscience.
Nice plan
Too bad it didnt work
Rouge regains her sences as Banchee grows closer and swiftly punches him straight in the jaw,knocking him onto the stage floor.
Sean lifts himself up and rubs his wounded jaw as blood seaps out from an unknown cut inside.
He gets up only to be slammed hard in his stomach,sending him down to the ground again.
Sean struggles to get up a second time,he sees her come again and the Irish man opens his mouth again.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
The scream cuts deep in Rouge's eardrums and she grabs hold of her very wounded ears.
In this disoriented state she losses control of her flight and slams hard on her side aganst the hard stage floor.
Banchee gets up and walks over to her.
"Sorry lass"
He opens his mouth to "say" something else,but Rouge would not give him the time to "speak"
She kicked high and she kicked hard.
Slamming her foot into Banchee's gut.
His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he slumped over,grasping his stomach and gasping for air.
Rouge gets up and easily picks up the wounded man.
With no effert at all she tosses him over the edge like a rag doll.
For his own good really.
She just didnt want to hurt him anylonger.
Banchee loses as a result of ring out.
They are both statically taken away and replaced by Cyclops and Nightcrawler to start the ritual all over again.