The Underdome Riot
Nova-TP had been waiting beside the New-U station in Hell-Burbia for two minutes. C4TALY5T-SV had still not gone through. Nova-TP didn't trust C4TALY5T-SV one bit and he was terribly suspicious that he was going to hurt V4ULT after the question he had just asked him, were you a Crimson Lance Claptrap? There was a reason why C4TALY5T-SV joined the robolution; there was a reason why all of the Claptraps that joined had joined. Nova-TP had his reason; C4TALY5T-SV certainly had his. Eventually, C4TALY5T-SV came through the portal and he was met with a question from Nova-TP.
"What took you so long?"
"Last minute questions." C4TALY5T-SV replied with the upmost certainty
Nova-TP gestured C4TALY5T-SV to follow him. They had arrived in a storage room inside Hell-Burbia. They could hear the crowd chanting Mad Moxxi and psychotic chants such as, blood, more blood! The crowd were growing restless, Mad Moxxi would soon appear. They couldn't strike until Mad Moxxi had climbed the platform. Outside of the storage room they arrived in a corridor. There were signs pointing both left and right. Nova-TP pointed towards the right side where the sign directing to the arena was pointing. They continued moving towards the arena and the crowd's chanting grew louder. It was a ghost town backstage. Rats scuttled along the floor and droplets of water played a desolate soundtrack. Nova-TP kept on leading but he kept a certain amount of attention on his partner in crime. C4TALY5T-SV seemed far too shady for his liking.
At the end of the corridor they found the entrance to the arena. This wasn't what they wanted. The main entrance wouldn't lead them to the outer edge but C4TALY5T-SV found another door nearby that guarded the maintenance ring. This was it. Nova-TP stepped forward and opened the door and sure enough, they had found it. The door made a terrible screech as it opened and the crowd's emotion exploded through the open doorway. They were in the open air now. Happily, the raw volume of the crowd drowned out the door's sound. The two Claptraps wheeled down the staircase and started walking around the large ring. They were looking for the pyro set. They reached about halfway round when the crowd yelled out Mad Moxxi. She had appeared. She walked into the centre of the arena and threw her hands in the air as if she was taking control of the crowd. She was the centrepiece of the Underdome.
She began her speech with bloodthirsty emotion while the two robolutionaries found the pyro set. Nova-TP picked out his shock sticky grenades and settled them beside the pyro set. They had to wait for Mad Moxxi to climb the platform. Mad Moxxi continued her speech and Nova-TP took the time to recap with C4TALY5T-SV.
"When she climbs the platform, I'll detonate the grenades. You find the New-U station and kill Mad Moxxi."
"I'll find it now, I'll cut her, stab her, dismember-" C4TALY5T-SV was interrupted
"Yeah, I got it. Find the portal and wait for her." Nova-TP waved C4TALY5T-SV away from him who seemed insulted by the interruption. Nova-TP watched C4TALY5T-SV run for the New-U station at the other side of the maintenance ring. He decided once the grenades had blown the power out he had better join C4TALY5T-SV just to make sure the key and the war trophy were salvaged.
Mad Moxxi's speech was finished with a massive ovation from the crowd. She turned away to the platform ladder and she climbed it to the very top. She opened her arms towards the crowd as if she was going to embrace every one of them and cried out, Unleash the hordes! Mad Moxxi released the three gates around the arena and three groups of psycho bandits ran out with every intention to murder their way to Mad Moxxi's approval. The crowds were beating a rhythm in excitement and anticipation for the first clash of the psychos. Nova-TP was ready to kill the power, he waited a little longer. The excitement in the air was mystifying, the tension was rising and Nova-TP was just waiting for that first clang of metal, the first break of bone and the first splash of blood. The three groups crashed into each other, buzz-axes swinging, limbs were lopped off and cries were echoing the Deep Fathoms with pain and torture. First blood goes to Sledge's minions!
That was it! Nova-TP took the grenades, stuffed them inside the pyro set and set them blow in ten seconds. He sprinted away from the equipment and hid behind a metal box. The sound of a time bomb ticking away was all he could hear. The sound of carnage was blocked out, the riot was about to begin. 3…2…1… the grenades exploded, shattering the light bulbs around him, the neon lights destroyed on impact and sparks flew from all directions. The intense arena battle was interrupted by the explosion, the wooden beams supporting the platforms rumbled. The flame vents on the wall around the arena spat out uncontrollable bursts of fire setting several groups of the restless crowd in flames. Mad Moxxi was spinning around looking at the terror around her. The crowd were burning alive; the survivors were screaming, knocking into each other and falling off of the crowd stands and landing inside the arena. The psychos were thrown over the edge of their insanity and took out their rage and thirst for blood on everybody they could see. Those who had fallen were torn to pieces by the violent hordes.
Mad Moxxi couldn't go anywhere. The psychotic bandits formed an alliance, every single one of them gathered around the wooden beams of the central platform and began hacking it relentlessly with their buzz-axes. They would bring Mad Moxxi down to their level. She held on to the wooden railings that would have kept her from falling. The platform was rocking, it was about to tumble, Mad Moxxi's escape route was ripped away from her. Three of the four supports beams were hacked away and the platform fell to the sandy ground. Some of the psychos were splattered underneath the platform. Dust clouds rose from the impact and Mad Moxxi was caught in the epicentre of the mist. When the dust cleared she found herself surrounded by the remaining psychos who were slowly closing the space. The crowds were still burning; they were still running, screaming, trying to find a way out of the powerless arena. Mad Moxxi in a last chance effort turned her back on the psychos and made a break for it anywhere she could. One of the psychos leapt forward and grabbed her ankles slamming her face first into the sand. He slammed his buzz-axe into the back of her knee and the surrounding psychos silenced her screams with one stab after another with their buzz-axes.
