Disclaimer: Link is a trademark of Nintendo. Spawn and Necrid are trademarks of Todd McFarlane Productions. Any reference to KISS members or music is strictly owned by the respective owners Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley (The other two actually are employees for Gene and Paul). All other characters are trademarks of NAMCO. Any reference to the band 'Amon Amarth' is strictly comical, and they had no part in this or did not know of their appearance, and their music is a strict trademark.
Author's Note: Everyone--- I know it's been a long time, far too long since I have written anything… but I have decided to once again use my creative side, and work with my brain--- create new stories, bring characters to life as they never have been before!
To make a small few entertained, maybe touched, maybe shocked… somehow impacted by my work… my only problem… I have to finish this first… .; So here we go with the final chapter of it all…
The Warriors of Soul = Kilik, Xianghua, Maxi, Link, and Yoshimitsu. Our heroes.
Demonic Pledge = Nightmare, Astaroth, Ivy, and ???. Our hero's worst enemies.
LugNuts = Mitsurugi, Taki, Voldo, Lizardman, Berserker, and Charade. The country group.
Ryu-Kishin = Spawn, Yung Sung, and Assassin. The mysterious group that MAY come out to be a bigger problem than Demonic Pledge.
Cervantes and The Boy = Cervantes and Magicka. Nothing to worry about, no true competition. Rumor says Cervantes recruited some help of sorts….
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"Good show you guys… good show…" as Maxi offered his warm congrats to everyone in the band, "We should be proud of what we accomplished tonight…" As the others nodded in agreement, Xianghua offering her overly large smile. Then came on the announcer "Will Demonic Pledge please come to the stage now…"
Nightmare opened his eyes… he stared down at a large crowd of people, holding his electric guitar, the Ibanez Iceman with it's sheen, black acrylic glare. Astaroth was at the drums, getting settled, as Ivy held her guitar as well, a Fender Stratocaster, with it's red outlook. Still, they were missing that DAMNED BASSIST. When would he arrive? Nightmare began to get worried.
But they had to begin, otherwise, he would never get his revenge… but wait! The stage became dark, and fire licked the air like ribbons of reds and yellows and oranges, so bright to strain the eye, hot enough to sear the skin.
They began to play a tune, as the figure touched the stage, black, bat-like cape spread like a demon, his tongue outspread like a knife slicing the pure air. An battle-axe bass guitar fell in his hand as someone yelled from the audience… who's voice could be recognized as Seung Mena, "Oh my god! Oh my god! IT'S GENE SIMMONS!!!" as then the crowd went into an array of ear-splitting screams. Some people fell over, unable to believe they were seeing Gene Simmons.
"Yeah…" he laughed as the bass line started to a very familiar song, "You've got somethin' aboutcha'--- you've got something…" As he continued the lyrics to the ever so cool song 'God of Thunder'. The crowd went nuts…
Maxi's jaw dropped as he couldn't believe the fact they had Gene Simmons as their bassist… the band's arch-enemies had one of the coolest, if not the coolest, bassist in all of freakin' rock and roll history. "We're doomed…"
Cervantes laughed, as he was seen in a local Dairy Queen. Magicka was sitting across from him. "Why are we here again, Cervantes?" As the dread pirate laughed "Because my friend, I learned the tactics of this so called 'Battle of the Bands'… so I hired a band to take our place"
It was almost time for the show to end… each band had taken their time on the stage, and gave a performance… so far, all good, but it really boiled down to our heroes and the ones we tend to boo for (unless you really like Demonic Pledge… I mean I HAVE nothing against them… ahem). It was the final band arriving, and it was supposed to be the band Cervantes hired. Everyone was curious who would enter the stage doors and take their place on the center.
Tensions were high, as a slamming indicated someone arrived backstage. A few were heard chattering, and the dragging of some equipment. Suddenly the curtain were lowered. The entire crowd boo-ed, because they know it was simply so the band wasn't revealed right away.
Some people began to hustle around… but then the curtains slowly lifted. The entertainers' feet were shown… people hushed. Then it came all the way to their waists… people awed. Then there were their necks… some people began to applaud as they knew who it was. Then the face of Johan Hegg, Olavi, and the rest of the ever-popular Swedish death-metal band, Amon Amarth became visible. Wasting NO TIME they rushed into the song, began the heavy beats, dominant lyrics, and healthy screams of 'Death in Fire'.
Everyone… even the elderly, began moshing like there was no tomorrow. Beers and cheers filled the air, as the crowd now looked like a moving ant-pile disturbed by a four year old with a stick.
"And the winner is… Amon Amarth!" Talim yelled with excitement, as she handed the band their ever so large trophy. Cervantes came unto the stage, and raised his fists in victory. The band accepted the trophy with smiles and laughter, as Johan began to chatter with Gene Simmons…
"So close… we were so close…" Nightmare began to cry. "Ah, don't get your panties in a bundle…" Ivy said. Nightmare looked up and at her and whispered…"You know I wear those?"
"Well… we tried" Kilik said. The rest of the band stared at him, as Maxi smacked him in the back of the forehead. "Yes… well I'm quite disappointed really" Link said. The whole group except Kilik stared at him in shock. "Say… that again?" Maxi asked. "…" Link made the more common response for him… absolutely nothing.
"…… Namu!"
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Soul Calibur 2: Battle of the Bands… says goodbye to all it's loyal fans, and it's very new ones… I'll miss the project, but it's time to move on--- if this last chapter is a big hit, I'll think about a sequel sometime later in the year or next year, it was a good series, in my opinion, I really enjoyed talking to some readers… I especially want to give a thanks to 'The Zelda Master' for support---- sayonara, sweet dreams, I bid all of you adieu' and I hope you all continue reading, for the good of keeping literature alive…
So long!
Author's Note: Everyone--- I know it's been a long time, far too long since I have written anything… but I have decided to once again use my creative side, and work with my brain--- create new stories, bring characters to life as they never have been before!
To make a small few entertained, maybe touched, maybe shocked… somehow impacted by my work… my only problem… I have to finish this first… .; So here we go with the final chapter of it all…
The Warriors of Soul = Kilik, Xianghua, Maxi, Link, and Yoshimitsu. Our heroes.
Demonic Pledge = Nightmare, Astaroth, Ivy, and ???. Our hero's worst enemies.
LugNuts = Mitsurugi, Taki, Voldo, Lizardman, Berserker, and Charade. The country group.
Ryu-Kishin = Spawn, Yung Sung, and Assassin. The mysterious group that MAY come out to be a bigger problem than Demonic Pledge.
Cervantes and The Boy = Cervantes and Magicka. Nothing to worry about, no true competition. Rumor says Cervantes recruited some help of sorts….
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"Good show you guys… good show…" as Maxi offered his warm congrats to everyone in the band, "We should be proud of what we accomplished tonight…" As the others nodded in agreement, Xianghua offering her overly large smile. Then came on the announcer "Will Demonic Pledge please come to the stage now…"
Nightmare opened his eyes… he stared down at a large crowd of people, holding his electric guitar, the Ibanez Iceman with it's sheen, black acrylic glare. Astaroth was at the drums, getting settled, as Ivy held her guitar as well, a Fender Stratocaster, with it's red outlook. Still, they were missing that DAMNED BASSIST. When would he arrive? Nightmare began to get worried.
But they had to begin, otherwise, he would never get his revenge… but wait! The stage became dark, and fire licked the air like ribbons of reds and yellows and oranges, so bright to strain the eye, hot enough to sear the skin.
They began to play a tune, as the figure touched the stage, black, bat-like cape spread like a demon, his tongue outspread like a knife slicing the pure air. An battle-axe bass guitar fell in his hand as someone yelled from the audience… who's voice could be recognized as Seung Mena, "Oh my god! Oh my god! IT'S GENE SIMMONS!!!" as then the crowd went into an array of ear-splitting screams. Some people fell over, unable to believe they were seeing Gene Simmons.
"Yeah…" he laughed as the bass line started to a very familiar song, "You've got somethin' aboutcha'--- you've got something…" As he continued the lyrics to the ever so cool song 'God of Thunder'. The crowd went nuts…
Maxi's jaw dropped as he couldn't believe the fact they had Gene Simmons as their bassist… the band's arch-enemies had one of the coolest, if not the coolest, bassist in all of freakin' rock and roll history. "We're doomed…"
Cervantes laughed, as he was seen in a local Dairy Queen. Magicka was sitting across from him. "Why are we here again, Cervantes?" As the dread pirate laughed "Because my friend, I learned the tactics of this so called 'Battle of the Bands'… so I hired a band to take our place"
It was almost time for the show to end… each band had taken their time on the stage, and gave a performance… so far, all good, but it really boiled down to our heroes and the ones we tend to boo for (unless you really like Demonic Pledge… I mean I HAVE nothing against them… ahem). It was the final band arriving, and it was supposed to be the band Cervantes hired. Everyone was curious who would enter the stage doors and take their place on the center.
Tensions were high, as a slamming indicated someone arrived backstage. A few were heard chattering, and the dragging of some equipment. Suddenly the curtain were lowered. The entire crowd boo-ed, because they know it was simply so the band wasn't revealed right away.
Some people began to hustle around… but then the curtains slowly lifted. The entertainers' feet were shown… people hushed. Then it came all the way to their waists… people awed. Then there were their necks… some people began to applaud as they knew who it was. Then the face of Johan Hegg, Olavi, and the rest of the ever-popular Swedish death-metal band, Amon Amarth became visible. Wasting NO TIME they rushed into the song, began the heavy beats, dominant lyrics, and healthy screams of 'Death in Fire'.
Everyone… even the elderly, began moshing like there was no tomorrow. Beers and cheers filled the air, as the crowd now looked like a moving ant-pile disturbed by a four year old with a stick.
"And the winner is… Amon Amarth!" Talim yelled with excitement, as she handed the band their ever so large trophy. Cervantes came unto the stage, and raised his fists in victory. The band accepted the trophy with smiles and laughter, as Johan began to chatter with Gene Simmons…
"So close… we were so close…" Nightmare began to cry. "Ah, don't get your panties in a bundle…" Ivy said. Nightmare looked up and at her and whispered…"You know I wear those?"
"Well… we tried" Kilik said. The rest of the band stared at him, as Maxi smacked him in the back of the forehead. "Yes… well I'm quite disappointed really" Link said. The whole group except Kilik stared at him in shock. "Say… that again?" Maxi asked. "…" Link made the more common response for him… absolutely nothing.
"…… Namu!"
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Soul Calibur 2: Battle of the Bands… says goodbye to all it's loyal fans, and it's very new ones… I'll miss the project, but it's time to move on--- if this last chapter is a big hit, I'll think about a sequel sometime later in the year or next year, it was a good series, in my opinion, I really enjoyed talking to some readers… I especially want to give a thanks to 'The Zelda Master' for support---- sayonara, sweet dreams, I bid all of you adieu' and I hope you all continue reading, for the good of keeping literature alive…
So long!