Chapter - Top o' the Sword!
"Know what time it is?" Blues asked into the camera. "It's time to interview our quarter-division winners in Doctor Cossack's lab!"
With Rock manninf the camera, he followed Blues into a room of Cossack's lab and met with the eight victorious robots. "Crash Man," Blues asked, "What'd you think of Burner Man?"
"Pure psycho," Crash Man muttered.
"And Dynamo Man," Blues asked, "You wanna' say something?"
"All of you are goin' down!" Dynamo Man taunted.
"I am superior," Charge Man said, "And the rest of you are inferior!"
"Shut up and put up, you uncharismatic bore!" Dust Man grumbled.
"For some reason I just thought of the Transformers movie," Blues muttered to himself. "What about you, Freeze Man?"
Freeze Man chuckled. "I've got my next match won," Freeze Man laughed, eyeing Fire Man.
"Lousy tournament brackets," Fire Man muttered bitterly.
"And finally, Shadow Man!" Blues said. "Shadow Man, what do you think about not knowing who your next opponent is?"
"I matters not," Shadow Man said bluntly and quickly.
"Why?" Blues asked.
"I shall destroy either one," Shadow Man solemnly vowed.
"And there you have it!" Blues announced gleefully into the camera. "And back to Monstropolis with Eddie and Doctor Light!"
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With microphone in hand, Light stood up from behind the announcer's table. "And now, the main event!" Light adressed the crowd, generating a deafening cheer in response as Eddie hopped up onto the table. "On the north end of the field, he's a guy who is always on the cutting edge, Sword Man!" At Light's queue, a tall robot bearing a large blade on his arm walked out onto the field. His top and lower half were seprate from each other, his torso hovering just inches above his waist. "And on the south end," Light continues, "He isn't a record, but he'll spin you right 'round baby, Top Man!" At Light's queue, a bright orange robot with what looked like a toy to psticking out of the top of his head spun onto the field.
Eddie quickly looked to his left, then to his right. Leaping up onto the announcer's table, Eddie opened his mouth, ready to shout. Suddenly, Auto popped out from under the table, smacked Eddie away on his open jaw, and declared, "Ro-battle, begin!" And just as soon as he appeared, Auto retreated back under the table.
"Stupid, crazy..." Eddie muttered to himself, weakly climbing back onto his seat.
Sword Man shot Top Man a quick glare. "I can't believe they bothered rebuilding a worthless heap of scrap like you," Sword Man taunted.
"I can't believe Wily made a monstrosity like you," Top Man came back. "What'd he do, run out of slag?"
A loud wave of mocking coos echoed through the stadium. "For that, I warrant you a slow and very painful demise," Sword Man snarled, pointing the tip of his sword-arm at Top Man.
"You can't hit what you can't catch," Top Man sneered.
"Try me," Sword Man snorted.
As soon as Sword Man's last word entered the air, the large top-appendage lodged into Top Man's forehead sprung into the air, followed by two other bright orange tops. The three spinning tops hovered unsteadily in the air, leaving Sword Man staring at the trio of floating objects while Top Man wore a plotting smirk on his face. Then, with a sudden shriek, Top Man shot his right arm into the air and immediately flung it back down to his side. The three tops suddenly shot from the sky to the ground with speed so swift that Sword Man had no time to defend himself from the three tops smashing into his chest and shattering upon impact. Sword Man's legs stumbled unsteadily as his torso wobbled madly in the air. As Sword Man was staggering about, Top Man stuck his arms out from his body and rapidly spun about on his heel. Soon, Top Man was a whirling orange tornado, and Sword Man was quickly coming back to his senses.
Just as soon as Sword Man's eyes locked back onto Top Man, the spinning body of his foe shot from its spot and rushed into his face, battering his cheeks with lightning-fast revolving fists. Sword Man soon found himself on the ground on his backside, rubbing his bloody jaw. Almost as quickly as he spun, Top Man instantly stopped spinning, locking eyes with the downed Sword Man as soon as he left. "Had enough, slaggy?" Top Man sneered with a silly grin.
Top Man's smile was quickly wiped clean when Sword Man's arm blade struck out at his left knee in a flash of flames. Top Man yelped as he crashed to the ground and Sword Man quickly leapt to his feet. As soon as he hit the ground, Top Man rolled to his left, narrowly avoiding Sword Man's ablaze blade being thrust at his face. Rolling to his feet, Top Man quickly ejected three more tops from his cranium and launched them straight at Sword Man. With swift flicks of his shoulder, Sword Man slashed each top to pieces with his arm blade as they sped to him, creating a cloud of metallic dust. Just as the last bit of scrap was sliced, Sword Man roared loudly and viciously thrust his blade at Top Man's neck. Top Man tilted his body just in time to let the Flame Sword zoom by his ear. With only a split second to think, Top Man quickly wrapped his arm around Sword Man's blade and held it firmly to his ribs, immobilizing Sword Man's arm. And with a quick jerk of his shoulder, Top Man jabbed Sword Man on the nose. Sword Man responded with a feral snarl, and willed his flaming blade to ignite again.
The resulting blast of flames against Top Man's side made the orange robot howl in agony, feeling the metal weld itself to his body. Wildly tugging his captured shoulder, Sword Man sent Top Man sailing over his head and landing on the ground behind him. Mustering the last of his strength, Sword Man flung his shoulder in a circle again, flinging Top Man back over his head and slamming into the ground before him. Now that Top Man's ribs were completely fused to Sword Man's blade, Sword Man began to wildly throw his arm about, taking Top Man along for the ride. Minutes flew by as Sword Man flung the helpless robot into the ground and the arena walls, with each crushing slam driving a wail of sympathetic winces from the crowd. When Sword Man began to tire from his brutal assault, he found the only spot on the arena wall where he had not yet smashed Top Man in to, dashed towards it with the dazed Top Man in tow, and just as he came within meters of the wall, he picked Top Man up and carried him like a quarterback would carry a football, and rammed Top Man's flat-topped head against the wall with a loud crunch. Stunned from being used like a battering ram, Top Man never noticed the sword suddenly break away from his side as he stumbled backwards into the middle of the arena, collapsing on his back.
Top Man's body was completely mangled. His arms and legs were horrifically bent and twisted out of their joints, while his neck kept his head on his shoulders by a few scrawny cables. Sword Man laughed subtly as he slowly stalked towards Top Man, with the dazed Top Man barely able to see straight. Stopping beside Top Man's head, Sword Man grinned as he locked eyes with Top Man, raising his sword arm into the air, ready to skewer Top Man's face with one quick jab.
"I can't watch!" Roll cringed, covering her eyes.
"This one's pretty much over, folks," Blues muttered.
A quick sound of metal slicing through the air echoed throughout the stadium. And after a few more seconds, the audience let out a deafening roar of surprise.
Sword Man's blade was firmly lodged into the ground, with Top Man looking on from his knees. "Told you that you can't hit what you can't catch!" Top Man taunted, his head hanging off of his body by a tangle of wires, dangling by his chest. Weakly staggering back to his feet, Top Man's hands gripped his head by the ears, and promptly plopped his head back on his shoulders. With a quick twist in both directions, Top Man reconnected his head to the rest of his body. Sword Man snarled as he tried to pull his sword out of the ground, strugging with whatever power he had left to free himself, yet his arm stayed in the ground, completely immobile.
Then, without so much as a word more, Top Man spun about like a whirlwind again, pummeling Sword Man with a barrage of fists to his face. When Top Man came to a screeching halt, Sword Man's face was twisted like a mask made of soft clay. Sword Man's legs suddenly loosened as they sprawled to the ground, leaving Sword Man's motionless torso hanging limp by his elbow in the air.
"No, way," Rock muttered in total disbelief.
"I just had the strangest dream, Rock," Blues murmured, "I dreamt that Top Man beat up Sword Man. Oh shit, I'm not dreaming..."
"Well, here's your winner," Rock blinked, "Top Man."
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The Asylum's note:
OH. MY. GOD. Top Man killed Sword Man. And he killed him fair and square too. Top Man, the Robot Master that is arguably the most pathetic and weakest of them all... BEAT. SWORD. MAN.
I... I... I think I'm going to lie down now.... oh my... *faints*
-The Asylum (Chill Man)
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"Know what time it is?" Blues asked into the camera. "It's time to interview our quarter-division winners in Doctor Cossack's lab!"
With Rock manninf the camera, he followed Blues into a room of Cossack's lab and met with the eight victorious robots. "Crash Man," Blues asked, "What'd you think of Burner Man?"
"Pure psycho," Crash Man muttered.
"And Dynamo Man," Blues asked, "You wanna' say something?"
"All of you are goin' down!" Dynamo Man taunted.
"I am superior," Charge Man said, "And the rest of you are inferior!"
"Shut up and put up, you uncharismatic bore!" Dust Man grumbled.
"For some reason I just thought of the Transformers movie," Blues muttered to himself. "What about you, Freeze Man?"
Freeze Man chuckled. "I've got my next match won," Freeze Man laughed, eyeing Fire Man.
"Lousy tournament brackets," Fire Man muttered bitterly.
"And finally, Shadow Man!" Blues said. "Shadow Man, what do you think about not knowing who your next opponent is?"
"I matters not," Shadow Man said bluntly and quickly.
"Why?" Blues asked.
"I shall destroy either one," Shadow Man solemnly vowed.
"And there you have it!" Blues announced gleefully into the camera. "And back to Monstropolis with Eddie and Doctor Light!"
***
With microphone in hand, Light stood up from behind the announcer's table. "And now, the main event!" Light adressed the crowd, generating a deafening cheer in response as Eddie hopped up onto the table. "On the north end of the field, he's a guy who is always on the cutting edge, Sword Man!" At Light's queue, a tall robot bearing a large blade on his arm walked out onto the field. His top and lower half were seprate from each other, his torso hovering just inches above his waist. "And on the south end," Light continues, "He isn't a record, but he'll spin you right 'round baby, Top Man!" At Light's queue, a bright orange robot with what looked like a toy to psticking out of the top of his head spun onto the field.
Eddie quickly looked to his left, then to his right. Leaping up onto the announcer's table, Eddie opened his mouth, ready to shout. Suddenly, Auto popped out from under the table, smacked Eddie away on his open jaw, and declared, "Ro-battle, begin!" And just as soon as he appeared, Auto retreated back under the table.
"Stupid, crazy..." Eddie muttered to himself, weakly climbing back onto his seat.
Sword Man shot Top Man a quick glare. "I can't believe they bothered rebuilding a worthless heap of scrap like you," Sword Man taunted.
"I can't believe Wily made a monstrosity like you," Top Man came back. "What'd he do, run out of slag?"
A loud wave of mocking coos echoed through the stadium. "For that, I warrant you a slow and very painful demise," Sword Man snarled, pointing the tip of his sword-arm at Top Man.
"You can't hit what you can't catch," Top Man sneered.
"Try me," Sword Man snorted.
As soon as Sword Man's last word entered the air, the large top-appendage lodged into Top Man's forehead sprung into the air, followed by two other bright orange tops. The three spinning tops hovered unsteadily in the air, leaving Sword Man staring at the trio of floating objects while Top Man wore a plotting smirk on his face. Then, with a sudden shriek, Top Man shot his right arm into the air and immediately flung it back down to his side. The three tops suddenly shot from the sky to the ground with speed so swift that Sword Man had no time to defend himself from the three tops smashing into his chest and shattering upon impact. Sword Man's legs stumbled unsteadily as his torso wobbled madly in the air. As Sword Man was staggering about, Top Man stuck his arms out from his body and rapidly spun about on his heel. Soon, Top Man was a whirling orange tornado, and Sword Man was quickly coming back to his senses.
Just as soon as Sword Man's eyes locked back onto Top Man, the spinning body of his foe shot from its spot and rushed into his face, battering his cheeks with lightning-fast revolving fists. Sword Man soon found himself on the ground on his backside, rubbing his bloody jaw. Almost as quickly as he spun, Top Man instantly stopped spinning, locking eyes with the downed Sword Man as soon as he left. "Had enough, slaggy?" Top Man sneered with a silly grin.
Top Man's smile was quickly wiped clean when Sword Man's arm blade struck out at his left knee in a flash of flames. Top Man yelped as he crashed to the ground and Sword Man quickly leapt to his feet. As soon as he hit the ground, Top Man rolled to his left, narrowly avoiding Sword Man's ablaze blade being thrust at his face. Rolling to his feet, Top Man quickly ejected three more tops from his cranium and launched them straight at Sword Man. With swift flicks of his shoulder, Sword Man slashed each top to pieces with his arm blade as they sped to him, creating a cloud of metallic dust. Just as the last bit of scrap was sliced, Sword Man roared loudly and viciously thrust his blade at Top Man's neck. Top Man tilted his body just in time to let the Flame Sword zoom by his ear. With only a split second to think, Top Man quickly wrapped his arm around Sword Man's blade and held it firmly to his ribs, immobilizing Sword Man's arm. And with a quick jerk of his shoulder, Top Man jabbed Sword Man on the nose. Sword Man responded with a feral snarl, and willed his flaming blade to ignite again.
The resulting blast of flames against Top Man's side made the orange robot howl in agony, feeling the metal weld itself to his body. Wildly tugging his captured shoulder, Sword Man sent Top Man sailing over his head and landing on the ground behind him. Mustering the last of his strength, Sword Man flung his shoulder in a circle again, flinging Top Man back over his head and slamming into the ground before him. Now that Top Man's ribs were completely fused to Sword Man's blade, Sword Man began to wildly throw his arm about, taking Top Man along for the ride. Minutes flew by as Sword Man flung the helpless robot into the ground and the arena walls, with each crushing slam driving a wail of sympathetic winces from the crowd. When Sword Man began to tire from his brutal assault, he found the only spot on the arena wall where he had not yet smashed Top Man in to, dashed towards it with the dazed Top Man in tow, and just as he came within meters of the wall, he picked Top Man up and carried him like a quarterback would carry a football, and rammed Top Man's flat-topped head against the wall with a loud crunch. Stunned from being used like a battering ram, Top Man never noticed the sword suddenly break away from his side as he stumbled backwards into the middle of the arena, collapsing on his back.
Top Man's body was completely mangled. His arms and legs were horrifically bent and twisted out of their joints, while his neck kept his head on his shoulders by a few scrawny cables. Sword Man laughed subtly as he slowly stalked towards Top Man, with the dazed Top Man barely able to see straight. Stopping beside Top Man's head, Sword Man grinned as he locked eyes with Top Man, raising his sword arm into the air, ready to skewer Top Man's face with one quick jab.
"I can't watch!" Roll cringed, covering her eyes.
"This one's pretty much over, folks," Blues muttered.
A quick sound of metal slicing through the air echoed throughout the stadium. And after a few more seconds, the audience let out a deafening roar of surprise.
Sword Man's blade was firmly lodged into the ground, with Top Man looking on from his knees. "Told you that you can't hit what you can't catch!" Top Man taunted, his head hanging off of his body by a tangle of wires, dangling by his chest. Weakly staggering back to his feet, Top Man's hands gripped his head by the ears, and promptly plopped his head back on his shoulders. With a quick twist in both directions, Top Man reconnected his head to the rest of his body. Sword Man snarled as he tried to pull his sword out of the ground, strugging with whatever power he had left to free himself, yet his arm stayed in the ground, completely immobile.
Then, without so much as a word more, Top Man spun about like a whirlwind again, pummeling Sword Man with a barrage of fists to his face. When Top Man came to a screeching halt, Sword Man's face was twisted like a mask made of soft clay. Sword Man's legs suddenly loosened as they sprawled to the ground, leaving Sword Man's motionless torso hanging limp by his elbow in the air.
"No, way," Rock muttered in total disbelief.
"I just had the strangest dream, Rock," Blues murmured, "I dreamt that Top Man beat up Sword Man. Oh shit, I'm not dreaming..."
"Well, here's your winner," Rock blinked, "Top Man."
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The Asylum's note:
OH. MY. GOD. Top Man killed Sword Man. And he killed him fair and square too. Top Man, the Robot Master that is arguably the most pathetic and weakest of them all... BEAT. SWORD. MAN.
I... I... I think I'm going to lie down now.... oh my... *faints*
-The Asylum (Chill Man)
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