Kano vs. Ermac, Round 1, Second Match
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The sun had settled on the sand dunes of the mighty Sahara desert. The brutal heat had cooled off significantly since Kano, the hardened thug, had first arrived. He hated the desert. It's starkness reminded him all too well of the time he had spent on that godforsakened prison-island for murder. He despised this land. He couldn't wait to get this fight over with so he could get back to more familiar surrondings: booze, drugs, guns and whores. The dry desert air wasn't doing much to help his coke-induced bloody nose, either.
He took a look around. He didn't like what he saw. The massive sand dunes obscured his vision, and he needed to be on his guard at all times. He had drawn Ermac as his opponent; he was none too thrilled at this. Ermac was a master of deception. He could appear and dissappear on the drop of a dime. He was impressively strong for a ninja of his size, but strenght would not be something Kano would have to worry about; it was his disappearing act that would be his biggest problem.
"Damn this desert. Why did I have to pick the fucking Sahara? I could have picked somewhere with a little better company," he complained bitterly to himself. "I knew fighting in this stupid fucking tournament would be a waste of time and money. Control of the universe, the lying bastard said. When I'm through pounding this sorry, punk-ass reject of a ninja, I'm going to beat HIS ass straight into the-"
He was cut off by the apppearance of his opponent for the evening. Ermac, the master of disguise. He looked at the hardened thug with bitter disdain. "You had best watch what you say; otherwise, your words could become your bane." Kano looked at him with disgust. "Shut up you fucking lowlife piece of ninja trash." He drew his knife, a handmade blade eight inches long. He rushed the ninja, but as soon as he drew the blade back to cut the ninja's throat, Ermac disappeared. He screamed in rage at the ninja. "HOW ABOUT YOU STAY AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!! OR ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING COWARD, LIKE I KNOW YOU ARE?!!?!?" The ninja responded from the darkness," So, you really think you can kill me. We will see, when the time comes..."
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Get ready, because this fight is going to be bloody, brutal, and definitely graphic!!!!! So, who do you want to win? Kano, the crazed thug, or Ermac, the cold as ice ninja? Drop me an e-mail at sorceress_knight2006@yahoo.com and let me know!!!
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The sun had settled on the sand dunes of the mighty Sahara desert. The brutal heat had cooled off significantly since Kano, the hardened thug, had first arrived. He hated the desert. It's starkness reminded him all too well of the time he had spent on that godforsakened prison-island for murder. He despised this land. He couldn't wait to get this fight over with so he could get back to more familiar surrondings: booze, drugs, guns and whores. The dry desert air wasn't doing much to help his coke-induced bloody nose, either.
He took a look around. He didn't like what he saw. The massive sand dunes obscured his vision, and he needed to be on his guard at all times. He had drawn Ermac as his opponent; he was none too thrilled at this. Ermac was a master of deception. He could appear and dissappear on the drop of a dime. He was impressively strong for a ninja of his size, but strenght would not be something Kano would have to worry about; it was his disappearing act that would be his biggest problem.
"Damn this desert. Why did I have to pick the fucking Sahara? I could have picked somewhere with a little better company," he complained bitterly to himself. "I knew fighting in this stupid fucking tournament would be a waste of time and money. Control of the universe, the lying bastard said. When I'm through pounding this sorry, punk-ass reject of a ninja, I'm going to beat HIS ass straight into the-"
He was cut off by the apppearance of his opponent for the evening. Ermac, the master of disguise. He looked at the hardened thug with bitter disdain. "You had best watch what you say; otherwise, your words could become your bane." Kano looked at him with disgust. "Shut up you fucking lowlife piece of ninja trash." He drew his knife, a handmade blade eight inches long. He rushed the ninja, but as soon as he drew the blade back to cut the ninja's throat, Ermac disappeared. He screamed in rage at the ninja. "HOW ABOUT YOU STAY AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!! OR ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING COWARD, LIKE I KNOW YOU ARE?!!?!?" The ninja responded from the darkness," So, you really think you can kill me. We will see, when the time comes..."
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Get ready, because this fight is going to be bloody, brutal, and definitely graphic!!!!! So, who do you want to win? Kano, the crazed thug, or Ermac, the cold as ice ninja? Drop me an e-mail at sorceress_knight2006@yahoo.com and let me know!!!