Posse Smosse, and One Psychotic Disaster
Jack: Sup dogs! Thanks for stickin' wit us!
Ansem: ...Don't mind her. She's getting to much into this whole rap thing.
Jack: Darn right, fo'! Now our first match today is the posse from 8, consisting of Rijin and Fujin...And the Turks from 7!
Turks *shake hands up in the air*
Fujin: EGOTISTICAL...
Rijin: Tell me 'bout it.
Ansem: Let the fight begin!
Jack *slaps him*: HEY, THAT'S MY LINE, FO'!!
Rijin: Bring it, sissy suits.
Rufus: Sick him!
Reno: *lunges at Rijin and biting his arm*
Rijin: AHHH!!!! Get 'em off me!!!!!
Fujin *slapping Reno, making him coward*: BAD DOG!
Rude: I'll get them! *pulls out mako gun, firing it at Rijin*
Rijin: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Why ME?!?!?!?!
Rufus *slapping forehead*: Idiots...
Tseng: Let me take care of them. *pulls out sword slashing Rijin and jumping back*
Rijin: Ah...crap...*falls over*
Fujin *glare with death gaze at Tseng*: DIE!!!!! *Does aeroga, sending in flying p out of teh stadium*
Eleana: GAHH!!!! Tseng, NOOOO!!!! *glares at Fujin* I'll kill you!
Fujin: BRING IT...
Eleana: *slaps Fujin*
Fujin: *slaps Eleana*
Eleana: *slaps Fujin*
Fujin: *slaps Eleana*
*This continues on for another five minutes, until finally that both slap each other as hard as they can at the same time, making each other fly back into the stands.*
Rufus: That was weird. Okay, can I go now?
Jack *from having snipers holding a shotgun to him*: Yeah, you can go.
Rufus *runs out quickly*
Jack: Alrighty, and our next match, since we're doing a double today, is...Hey wait a sec, didn't we just have these guys on?!
Author: Oh well. They're all cool.
Jack: True...Okay, our next match is all the cool guys! Sephiroth, Cloud, and Vincent! Woo-hoo!
*They enter the arena, and when the bell rings for the match to start, a scream comes echoing through the exit gates.*
Tifa: CLOUD!!!!
Cloud *gulping*: Yes Tifa?
Tifa: You stood up for Aeris when someone told her to shut up! How DARE you!!!!
Cloud: But Tif-
Tifa: No buts! You're gonna pay for this Cloud!
Cloud *backing away when seeing scissors in her hands* Not the hair. NOT THE HAIR!
Tifa *grinning evilly*: Yes, your hair! HAHAHAHAHA!!! *chases Cloud out of the arena.*
Sephiroth and Vincent: *sweatdrop*
*Sephiroth soon begin to glare at each other, until Vincent suddenly starts cracking up*
Sephiroth: What's so funny?
Vincent: A psychopath vs and vampire! Ain't that weird.
Sephiroth: I suppose, but why are you laughing?
Vincent: It's funny!
Sephiroth: You're crazy.
Vincent: Hey, for once I can say it's not my fault!
Sephiroth *glaring*: Are you calling me crazy?
Vincent *nodding*: Yes, yes I am.
Sephiroth: May you join with the planet.
Vincent: Too late! *starts rolling on the floor laughing* At least for you!
Sephiroth: Time to die.
Vincent: Time for chilly!!!!
Sephiroth *raising an eyebrow*: You're not making any sense.
Vincent: Your face makes no sense Sephy!
Sephiroth: My name is not Sephy.
Vincent: Sephy, Sephy, Sephy!!
Sephy...I mean, Sephiroth: My name is NOT Sephy!!!!!
Vincent: SEPHY!!!!!!! *after laughing, passes out*
Jack *going over and checking pulse, then out of no where gets a blood-alcohol test*: Yep, he's way beyond drunk.
Ansem: What was he?
Jack: Above 1.0... Correction, VERY drunk.
Sephiroth: That was pointless.
Jack: Yes, but at least me and the rest of the Sephy fangirls got to see who again!
Sephiroth: MY NAME IS NOT...oh wait...*backs away as girls in Stadium start looming towards him* I've got to be going now...thanks...*Turns slowly, running as fast as he could out of the stadium. fangirls run after screaming, whereas everybody else gets out of the way of the deadly path. Jack sighs depressed, knowing she has to finish the broadcast.*
Jack: Well...that concludes another round of Final Deathmatch. Pleas review and suggest what we should do next...