OC, Tre, Belongs to Crow Woyzeck. Terminator belongs to one of the worst film directors in the world, James Cameron. Defanging the Xenomorphs and turning a horror franchise into a shot-em' up? Seriously? And don't even get me started on how he "Came up" with the idea for Avatar a literal 2 months after Dances With Wolves came out. Whatever, I'm just going to end things by pointing out the fact that he made a real life tragedy, such as the Titanic, center around a fictonal couples one-night stand. Alright, I got my points across. Let the fight begin!
Merc by day, beast by night, Tre enters the ring against the machine that won't quit until its target has been terminated. But can the killing machine put down the werewolf with guns or be turned into scrap metal? Find out only on Fall of the Gods.
A man dressed in cevlar from head to toe and with grundgey black hair that reached his shoulders walks through an abandon factory at night. Unbeknownst to him, he is being watched from a distance. A figure with glowing red eyes watches him walk through the factory.
"Target: Locked On." A voice whispers.
A shot then goes of. Tre stops and turns swinging his longsword in the path of the sniper bullet, cutting it in half.
"Why don't you come out and we'll talk about this with out fists?" Tre says loud enough to echo through out the factory.
He is answered with silence. Tre sniffs into the air as his eyes begin to glow green.
"FINE! I'll find you." Tre declares.
FIGHT!
Tre dashes forward as rapid sniper rounds fire off in his direction. He maintains a fair distance between him and the rounds as they strike the location he previously was in. Tre then dives for cover while spinning through the air and returning fire with his M4A1 Carbine Assault Rifle.
The barrel to the Sniper Rifle is destroyed. Tre remains hidden behind a small wall as he reloads and chuckles.
"Hehe, I'm getting rusty. I should've shot into the barrel at this distance." Tre states.
The attacker then reveals himself as the T-800 in his human disguise and holding a grenade launcher in hand. Tre looks around the corner of the wall and widens his eyes out of a slight surprise.
"Damn, should've led with that the first time." Tre says to himself.
He then ducks back behind the wall as the T-800 opens fire with the grenade launcher. He decimates the wall Tre was taking cover behind as far as it went across the room. Once the T-800 finished with the wall, he was left with only one round to his grenade launcher in hand.
"You have been-" T-800 stops before he could finish his line as he notices a figure down below in the smoke.
Tre becomes visible, most of his armor blown off and his skin showing, but still taking aim with his MP-5.
"Terminated." Tre says as he takes a shot and hits the Grenade in the T-800's hand.
The whole upper level the T-800 was standing on is obliterated by the Grenade as it goes off. A flaming body then falls to the first floor. Tre walks over to it. He inspects the body and takes aim once again with his MP-5.
"Always double tap." Tre says.
But before he could fire off a round, the T-800 grabs Tre's right leg and bolts up, pulling Tre down in the process. T-800, now with only one arm, dives onto Tre and begins to punch his face. Tre then does what the T-800 never thought of a target doing and swung his face into the Terminators fist. The fist of the T-800 is broken slightly upon impact, knocking some of his fingers loose and jamming up some of the gears in the forearm.
Tre then throws his legs up and wraps them around the Terminators head before throwing him back. Tre gets back up and spits out a few teeth.
"I let you have those punches cause I didn't wish to completely humilate you in your last fight." Tre says as the T-800 gets back up onto his own feet.
The Terminator then dives back into Tre, head first, and throws a punch into his lower torso. Tre grabs the Terminator by its shoulders and stops it in its tracks while taking the punch like a champ.
"But now, I don't feel too bad for what's about to happen here." Tre adds.
He picks up and throws the Terminator across the room and into a pile of boxes. Tre then reaches for his Mossburg 590 only to discover it's no longer on his person. At first Tre though he had dropped in the earlier half of the fight but once he looked up, he noticed, The Terminator was holding it in his hand and taking aim at Tre with it.
"You are too dangerous to exsist in the world of Skynet, you must be Terminated." The T-800 declares as he opens fire.
Tre runs for cover and draws his last weapon, an M1911 Pistol.
"I don't care about this world as long as I'm left well enough alone!" Tre shouts over the gunfire as he returns it back to the Terminator.
"Negative, files show that you will always rise up as one of the saviors of this world." The T-800 answers back with, taking the shots like flys on the face.
"Well if you read it online, I suppose it must be true!" Tre answers with.
He then stands up, out from cover.
"And by my count, you're out of ammo." Tre guesses right as the Terminator is no longer able to open fire.
The T-800 then tosses the gun at Tre and pulls out a trigger.
"Fuck you, Dickwad!" The Terminator yells out loud before detonating the entire factory filled with bombs he laid out prior to the match.
The Factory crumbles as a storm of fire and smoke and dust erupts from within. Once the dust settles we see only the T-800 standing where a mile wide building used to be. He turns as a pile of ruble begins to shake. From that pile then bursts a hulking Werewolf. Terminator looks on with its jaw agape as Tre howls at the hunters moon. He then leaps over and mawls the helpless Terminator into nothing more then a carpet of paper-thin metal. Tre stops and looks at what he's done to his opponent.
"Hm! Don't mess with a pupil of John Constatine and Frank Castle." Tre states, ending his fight with the Ultimate Killing Machine.
K.O.!
Special thanks to Crow Woyzeck! Thanks for the loan ya Celtic Norseman!