As with everything, I don't own any characters or the show etc etc etc.
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
"Where is he? I can't see him!" Angel was scanning the tops of nearby buildings, searching for the deranged reporter.
"Not up, my dear! Down, from the depths of the earth!"
The ground began to rumble, and a huge fist rose from beneath Big Duo's legs, throwing it off balance. The head clipped the Paradigm Building as it fell.
Angel was still looking out the viewport. "Oh no, not another one!"
For in the place of Big Duo, a third Megadeuce was rising. Roger reckognized it from one of the visions that had plauged him since his run-in with Red Destiny. It, too was built along the same lines as Roger's machine, and bore some resembelances to Angel's as well. Smooth lines melded with armor plating, and an odd cylinder-shaped head capped it. Neither had any idea where Swartzvald had found it.
"Time for a rematch, Roger Smith! Prepare to cower before the might of Triple-O!" raved Swartzvald. The other robot moved towards Big O, which was already moving back to give itself fighting room in this narrow street.
"Out of my way, Swartzvald! I haven't got time for your games today!"
"Oh, you'll make time! Or you shall perish!" The third Megadeuce drew back its right arm, and the fist withdrew into its wrist and was replaced by a large blade. The robot lunged at Big O, but the attack was blocked by one of the forearm armor plates. Roger brought the other arm into an uppercut, slamming into "Triple-O's" face. The robot stumbled, but regained its balance and fired with its eye lasers into Roger's viewport.
The armor held, but Roger was blinded. When the light faded, Swartzvald's machine was right on top of him, blade hurtling down towards Big O's head. He brought his arm up and actually caught the weapon in his hand, but could not force it back. The other Megadeuce applied more and more pressure to its arm. Big O started to falter, then Roger found his footing and pushed back. It seemed to be a stalemate until Swartzvald revealed a rack of missiles in his robot's chest panels, which he promptly fired at point blank range.
"You are no match for me, corrupt Paradigm lapdog!" the bandaged man cried as Big O fell backwards, the frontal armor smoking.
"Is that the best you can do?" The Black Megadeuce rose, and opened its own missile racks. "At least I can come up with original taunts! Take this, you dillusional conspiracy freak!" Roger fired all of his rockets at once, but Swartzvald's robot merely stumbled, then regained its footing. The grey-blue machine brought both arms up, and two rings of missiles came out just before the elbows.
"I'm just getting started!" Swartzvald tightened his grip on the control stick, preparing to fire...
!!SLAM!!
..and took a heavy blow from behind, followed by several more. Big Duo had risen, and was pounding into him with rockets. "So, it takes two of you to turn the odds? Well, think again!" One of the arms rotated backwards, and he fired both sets, one towards Roger and another towards Angel.
Big Duo blasted off, and the missiles detonated in the exhaust. Big O took the volley in the chest, falling, falling...
Roger's robot smashed into the street, and kept falling! The black Megaduece plummeted into an underground dome, like the one where he had confronted Swartzvald and fought the prototype Megadeuce. Big O landed flat on its back, throwing Roger around in the cockpit. On the city street above, Swartzvald turned to watch Big Duo come about for a strafing run. "Not today, dearest!" His robot almost ran forward, and leaped through the same hole that Big O had fallen through.
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
"Where is he? I can't see him!" Angel was scanning the tops of nearby buildings, searching for the deranged reporter.
"Not up, my dear! Down, from the depths of the earth!"
The ground began to rumble, and a huge fist rose from beneath Big Duo's legs, throwing it off balance. The head clipped the Paradigm Building as it fell.
Angel was still looking out the viewport. "Oh no, not another one!"
For in the place of Big Duo, a third Megadeuce was rising. Roger reckognized it from one of the visions that had plauged him since his run-in with Red Destiny. It, too was built along the same lines as Roger's machine, and bore some resembelances to Angel's as well. Smooth lines melded with armor plating, and an odd cylinder-shaped head capped it. Neither had any idea where Swartzvald had found it.
"Time for a rematch, Roger Smith! Prepare to cower before the might of Triple-O!" raved Swartzvald. The other robot moved towards Big O, which was already moving back to give itself fighting room in this narrow street.
"Out of my way, Swartzvald! I haven't got time for your games today!"
"Oh, you'll make time! Or you shall perish!" The third Megadeuce drew back its right arm, and the fist withdrew into its wrist and was replaced by a large blade. The robot lunged at Big O, but the attack was blocked by one of the forearm armor plates. Roger brought the other arm into an uppercut, slamming into "Triple-O's" face. The robot stumbled, but regained its balance and fired with its eye lasers into Roger's viewport.
The armor held, but Roger was blinded. When the light faded, Swartzvald's machine was right on top of him, blade hurtling down towards Big O's head. He brought his arm up and actually caught the weapon in his hand, but could not force it back. The other Megadeuce applied more and more pressure to its arm. Big O started to falter, then Roger found his footing and pushed back. It seemed to be a stalemate until Swartzvald revealed a rack of missiles in his robot's chest panels, which he promptly fired at point blank range.
"You are no match for me, corrupt Paradigm lapdog!" the bandaged man cried as Big O fell backwards, the frontal armor smoking.
"Is that the best you can do?" The Black Megadeuce rose, and opened its own missile racks. "At least I can come up with original taunts! Take this, you dillusional conspiracy freak!" Roger fired all of his rockets at once, but Swartzvald's robot merely stumbled, then regained its footing. The grey-blue machine brought both arms up, and two rings of missiles came out just before the elbows.
"I'm just getting started!" Swartzvald tightened his grip on the control stick, preparing to fire...
!!SLAM!!
..and took a heavy blow from behind, followed by several more. Big Duo had risen, and was pounding into him with rockets. "So, it takes two of you to turn the odds? Well, think again!" One of the arms rotated backwards, and he fired both sets, one towards Roger and another towards Angel.
Big Duo blasted off, and the missiles detonated in the exhaust. Big O took the volley in the chest, falling, falling...
Roger's robot smashed into the street, and kept falling! The black Megaduece plummeted into an underground dome, like the one where he had confronted Swartzvald and fought the prototype Megadeuce. Big O landed flat on its back, throwing Roger around in the cockpit. On the city street above, Swartzvald turned to watch Big Duo come about for a strafing run. "Not today, dearest!" His robot almost ran forward, and leaped through the same hole that Big O had fallen through.