/Tournament Record ReStoned/
Begin Tournament Entry #13
/Gunslinger vs Arrowslinger/
For Subzero, Sindel, Sonya, Sheeva, Johnny Cage, Kabal, Rayden, Shang Tsung, Scorpion and Reptile it was just another free day in between fights. But for Stryker and Nightwolf, it was a very nervous time.
Kano and Smoke were nervous too, but they come in later.
'When is the fight?' Stryker wondered. 'I wish someone would tell us. I don't want to get eliminated because of misinformation.'
'Ahem,' said a voice on the speaker. 'Today is the fight between Stryker and Nightwolf. It will take place at three o'clock.'
'Three o'clock!' shouted Stryker. 'I'm busy then!'
'Err, two o'clock,' replied Shao Kahn (the voice on the speaker). 'Come one, come all and see who will win, and carry on to the next round, and who will lose and become shamefully eliminated.' A few moments of silence before, 'Hey, what the!'
'That was strange,' said Stryker. 'I thought it was Rove who said "What the".'
--MOTARO--
Motaro watched as Sindel walked around the studio that they announced the fights from.
'Why are you here?'
'Shao Kahn invited me here to have a look around,' replied Motaro. 'What about you?'
'I'm here to do research for some council thing,' said Sindel.
'I see...' Motaro stepped on a switch below the studio control panel, and suddenly there was a blinding flash. Sindel was knocked out cold.
'Ehehe,' said Motaro as he dragged Sindel into the room where Goro was typing away at a computer. 'Can you look after the health inspector until we're finished?'
'Sure,' said Goro, and Motaro left, shutting the door behind him and locking it. 'Ehehe.'
Just then Shao Kahn walked in. 'Where's Sindel?'
'In there,' said Motaro, pointing to the locked door.
Shao Kahn looked from the door to Motaro. Then back to the door. Then to Motaro again. There was a moment of silence before he said, 'Good. Now let's get busy.'
'Err, that didn't sound right.'
'I know.'
--LATER--
'Ahem,' said Shao Kahn into the mic. 'Today is the fight between Stryker and Nightwolf. It will take place at three o'clock.'
'It's at two o'clock, sir,' Motaro whispered.
'Err, two o'clock,' replied Shao Kahn. 'Come one, come all and see who will win, and carry on to the next round, and who will lose and become shamefully eliminated.' Suddenly there was a scream from inside the room of Goro. 'Hey, what the!' said Shao Kahn, before standing up and approaching the door.
Motaro stood up and walked out, bumping into Sonya while he was at it. 'What the hell's she doing here at this time of morning. That reminds me, I need to get some stuff.'
Motaro ran to the mall, only to find it was shut. 'Dammit, I need my stuff!'
'I can get you some stuff...' said a shifty voice.
--SONYA--
Sonya woke up that morning with a bad feeling. She wasn't sure whether it was from the mattress or something bad was gonna happen. After checking the bed she decided it was the latter.
'I'd better see the local psychic, Nightwolf,' she decided.
Sonya ran to Nightwolf's hut, passing Kano in the process. Not knowing that the hut was made of sticks and grass, she knocked on the front door. The whole thing came down on top of Nightwolf.
'Thank you, thank you a lot,' he said sarcastically, climbing out of the ruins of his hut. 'Now I have to move back into that crappy house I have.'
'Uh, excuse me -'
'What do you want?'
'I have a bad feeling about something,' said Sonya. 'I woke up with a bad feeling.'
'Are you sure it wasn't just the mattress of your bed?'
'No, it's something else. Could you look into the near future for any possible disasters?'
Nightwolf looked around at the sticks and grass that surrounded him. 'I think you've already caused one.'
--KANO--
Kano was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing. He picked it up, as you would do, and said, 'Hello?'
'Hello Kano,' said a bland, evil voice on the other end. 'I have several snipers set in locations around your house. If you fail to comply to our orders, you will be shot.'
'Orders? Shot? What are you talking about?'
'We have a job for you Kano,' said the voice. 'Wait, and you will recieve further instructions.'
'God dammit,' said Kano. 'I hope this isn't like the time they promised free candy to whoever poked their eye out.'
Kano waited. And waited. And waited. Finally he lost patience. 'This is taking too long. I'm leaving.'
As soon as Kano's front door opened, several bullets came flying in his direction. He slammed the door shut and examined the bulletholes in his floor. 'Okay, maybe I can wait.'
After ten more minutes of waiting, Kano went into his lounge, turning on the TV to watch Jerry Springer.
--ONE HOUR LATER--
'Wow, that was a well-written piece of non-claptrap that never made me want to wretch,' Kano stated. Having run out of ideas to waste time, he approached the front door. Then he remembered the snipers, and decided having some fun in his bedroom with his pants down was the best thing to do. Thankfully his phone rang before then (the neighbours were especially relieved when they heard, as Kano kept his bedroom curtains wide open).
'Hello?' said Kano once he had picked up the phone.
'Guess who.'
'I don't have time to guess! Just tell me!'
'Aw, ruin our fun why don't you. Right now I'm looking through your window, Kano. I can see you. I can see them too. They're everywhere. They're around you. They're around me. They're in the stadium. They're watching you. There's no escape from them. They do not choose who they want to follow, they simply follow.'
At this point Kano was so freaked out that he had locked all his doors, shut all windows and closed the curtains for the first time in ages. (The neighbours could have visitors again!) He almost didn't want the answer to his next question. 'Who are they?'
The house seemed to creak with hidden poltergeists, as the person on the other phone breathed in and out deeply for effect..'People.'
--NIGHTWOLF--
'Ah, what a beautiful morning,' said Nightwolf as he stepped out of his hut, which was made out of sticks and grass.
'Shut up you psycho! It's three in the morning and we're trying to sleep!'
'Well SORRY Johnny Cage,' shouted Nightwolf. 'Why don't you just make another B-grade movie, take your anger out on someone else for a change.'
'How about I get my shotgun and release some anger right now, how'd you feel about that?'
'Why don't you pick on someone your own size, like Kano,' Nightwolf remarked. With that he walked over to the nearby forest and began hunting for animals. He had forgotten his bow and arrows, but he reasoned no wild animals would come out at three in the morning. The time seemed to fly by, as he soon found it was five minutes past three. 'Looks like it's time to go back home.' Nightwolf walked back home and fell asleep.
He began having a wonderful dream. He was in a field of grass, running freely, no one around. There was no one to tell him what to do, no stupid tournament, just himself and all the time in the world to relax. He lay down in the grass, feeling nature embrace him, when suddenly the sky began collapsing. He only had enough time to scream and shut his eyes before the clouds smacked him in the face, and he opened his eyes to find his hut in ruins.
'Thank you, thank you a lot,' he said sarcastically, climbing out of the ruins of his hut. 'Now I have to move back into that crappy house I have.'
'Uh, excuse me -'
'What do you want?'
'I have a bad feeling about something,' said Sonya. 'I woke up with a bad feeling.'
Nightwolf snickered as he thought up something dirty he could say. In the end he settled for the next best thing. 'Are you sure it wasn't just the mattress of your bed?'
'No, it's something else. Could you look into the near future for any possible disasters?'
Nightwolf looked around at the sticks and grass that surrounded him. 'I think you've already caused one.'
Sonya stood there for a while, a look of confusion on her face. 'I don't get it.'
Nightwolf sighed. 'You destroyed my hut. My hut being destroyed was the disaster.'
There was silence, as Sonya calculated what he had just said. 'I still don't get it.'
'Look, do you want me to help you or not?'
'Yeah,' said Sonya. 'So?'
'So what?'
'Can you help me look into the near future for any possible disasters?'
'What do I look like, a mind-reader?'
Sonya thought of something dirty to say, but decided not to say it.
'Hey! I heard that!'
--A WHILE LATER--
'So, how's it going?' asked Sonya.
'Nope. Nothing's gonna happen today,' said Nightwolf.
'Oh well. You sure?'
'Yes, I'm sure,' said Nightwolf. 'I - Wait! I'm getting something. I'm getting an S, a name that starts with S or has an S sound. Sam, Stryker, Smoke -'
'Shao Kahn!' gasped Sonya.
'Yes! Yes, that's it. Now he's coming across to me as if there's some sort of knife, or weapon. I'm getting a stabbing motion -'
'Oy! Be quiet!' said Sonya. 'I figured it out now.'
'Okay then,' said Nightwolf, returning from his trance. 'Go! Find Shao Kahn, and save his life! Or something.'
Sonya took off, and was never to be seen again. For the rest of that minute.
Nightwolf walked to the house he had been given when the tournament started, angry that he couldn't live out in the wilderness anymore. 'God dammit! Why does Sonya have to be such a bimbo?'
'Because it was the way she was born,' said a voice at the door. 'And I'm afraid I need your help Nightwolf.'
--SCORPION--
Scorpion woke up that morning to find everything was exactly the same as it always had been. He went outside, and walked to the mall knowing everything was exactly the same. But Scorpion had a devious plan. A devious plan that was so devious that only Scorpion could pull it off.
He stood outside the mall, knowing everything was exactly the same. He knew that it would open in five minutes, and that the people there were very gullible. Scorpion had a gullible plan, a plan so gullible that only non-gullible people could pull it off. Thankfully Scorpion knew his liars from his cheaters.
He closed his eyes as the doors opened. 'Hello sir?' said the voice of the unlucky teenager who was in charge of the store for the first hour or so. 'Sir, are you awake? Sir, a spider's climbing up your leg.'
Scorpion's eyes flew open (if eyes can do that) and he started kicking and screaming. 'Get it off me! Get it off me! I got bitten by a spider once and I had to get anal probed!'
'Calm down,' said the teenager. 'It was only a daddy long-legs.'
'What the hell's a daddy long-legs?'
'Hey,' said the teenager, 'you're one of those homeless people!'
Scorpion's plan was working.
--TWO MINUTES LATER--
Now that Scorpion had established himself as a homeless person (and unintentionally, too) the second part of the plan would be put into play.
Scorpion walked into the store, browsing the various buyables. He stuffed some in his shirt pocket, his pant pockets, up his sleeves, down his pants, under his hat (he went for the whole Mexican hobo look).
Once he was finished, he put the last part of his plan into action. He ran out of the store as fast as he could. Then he remembered that the last part of the plan wasn't running out of the store, so he threw all the stolen goods into a backpack he found lying around, and walked back into the store.
Then he realised he wasn't supposed to walk back into the store, and walked out again. 'I need a payphone...' Scorpion said to himself.
--A WHILE LATER--
Scorpion hung up and left the payphone. 'I hope that loser gets what's coming to him,' Scorpion said to himself, and as he was walking past the supermarket on his way to get that backpack he found Motaro looking in the window of the closed supermarket.
'Dammit, I need my stuff!' Motaro whined.
'I can get you some stuff...' Scorpion muttered in what he thought was an utterly evil voice. Motaro jumped at this, and then he realised it just made him sound like a paedophile.
'What sort of stuff?' Motaro asked.
'All sorts of stuff,' Scorpion replied. 'I just need to find the backpack I put the stash in.'
'Stash?'
'It's what I call my...goods that I sell,' Scorpion stated, trying to cover up the fact that the goods were stolen. 'They aren't stolen at all, I bought them with my own money. Definitely not shoplifted by me.'
'Okay then...' said Motaro cautiously.
--ABOUT TEN SECONDS LATER--
'What the f-'
--HALF A SECOND LATER--
'-Where is the backpack?'
'I don't see a backpack,' said Motaro.
'No duh,' Scorpion replied. 'It was supposed to be here!'
'Well then I can see only one way out of this,' Motaro decided. 'I'll have to kill you.'
--SINDEL--
'This was a great idea of yours,' Sindel said to herself. 'I'm in the commentary building and they don't even know it.'
'Why are you here?' Sindel asked.
'Shao Kahn invited me here to have a look around,' said Motaro. 'What about you?'
'I'm here to do some...research...for some...council thing,' said Sindel. Hopefully Motaro wouldn't notice her pauses.
'I see...' Suddenly there was a flash of light and Sindel was unconscious.
--...--
She awoke in almost pitch black darkness. She was in a dark room, with only Goro and the light of his computer. 'Ah, I see you've woken up,' said Goro.
'What's it to you?' said Sindel.
'That's it, I've had enough of your dirty talk,' Goro stated. He stood up, walked over to Sindel and grabbed her with his four arms. Before she knew what she was doing she was on her knees and he had his pants down.
When she saw what was in his pants, Sindel screamed. 'Hey, what the -' came Shao Kahn's voice, and he burst in. 'Goro! What have I told you about this kind of stuff?'
'That it's not rape if she agrees to it?'
'Get out,' Shao Kahn said to Sindel. 'I'll get your mouth washed out or something. Goro, pull your pants up.'
'Jeez, you have to embarrass me in front of everyone in the office.'
'You shouldn't have tried to make the health inspector inspect you, if you know what I mean.'
This call was met by fits of laughter.
'I don't get it,' said Goro.
--JOHNNY CAGE--
Johnny was trying to sleep when the voices in his head started screaming.
'Shut up you psycho! It's three in the morning and we're trying to sleep!' he shouted.
'Well SORRY Johnny Cage,' shouted someone from outside. 'Why don't you just make another B-grade movie, take your anger out on someone else for a change.'
'How about I get my shotgun and release some anger right now, how'd you feel about that?'
'Why don't you pick on someone your own size, like Kano,' the guy outside remarked.
'Say, that's not a bad idea,' said Johnny. He spent the next four hours planning Kano's imminent demise.
--FOUR HOURS LATER--
'Now for the final part of my plan,' said Johnny, trying to laugh evilly and failing. 'Me actually doing stuff.' He cleared his throat, practised his evilest voice, then picked up the phone and dialed Kano.
'Hello?'
'Hello Kano. I have several snipers set in locations around your house. If you fail to comply to our orders, you will be shot.'
'Orders? Shot? What are you talking about?'
'We have a job for you Kano. Wait, and you will recieve further instructions.'
Then he hung up. 'Ahahaha, this is the best prank call ever.'
--ONE HOUR LATER--
Johnny picked up the phone, and again called Kano.
'Hello?' said Kano over the phone.
'Guess who.'
'I don't have time to guess! Just tell me!'
'Aw, ruin our fun why don't you. Right now I'm looking through your window, Kano...'
--STRYKER--
Stryker was getting himself ready for the fight when he remembered he needed some breathmints. 'Time to go to the store,' he said to no one in particular. (He was crazy like that.)
As he walked past Kano's house he noticed something that wasn't quite right. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but he knew it was there.
He went to the store, and was so distracted he accidentally bought a chocolate bar and pack of condoms. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.
He was walking through the door to his house when he realised. 'Why the hell are there several snipers outside Kano's house?'
He walked back to Kano's house and sure enough they were there. He thought of walking up to them and asking questions, but they looked like they'd had a bad week so he decided not to.
'I think I should tell someone about this,' Stryker muttered.
--FIVE MINUTES LATER--
'I'm sorry, I can't let you in,' said the guard.
'I don't think you understand the importance of the situation,' Stryker said, a tinge of agitation in his voice.
'No one's allowed in this building unless they're properly authorised,' the guard stated.
'But this involves the welfare of someone living in this very resort!'
'Not my problem. No pass, no entry.'
At that moment Sindel walked up to the door of the studio and main HQ. 'What are you doing here?' the guard snarled.
'I'm...the newest member of the commentary team. Shao Khan said I was to come to HQ immediately and...receive further instructions.'
'Very well,' said the guard, who opened the door and let her in.
'What!' Stryker hollered. 'You didn't even ask to see her entry pass!'
'Oh well, you can't win every time,' the guard replied.
'That doesn't even make sense!' Stryker exclaimed. 'And besides, she obviously made up that commentary stuff on the spot. What if I said to you that I was invited personally by Shao Khan to take a look at something of his?'
'Don't be silly, Shao Khan never invites anyone into HQ.'
Stryker swore in frustration.
'Don't call me that!' growled the guard.
'I wasn't talking to you, asshole.'
'That's it, you're gonna die!' The guard then proceeded to whack Stryker with a nearby stick.
'Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay okay, I'm leaving!'
Stryker walked off, slightly bruised and very annoyed. 'Well, if I can't get the main man who runs the tournament to help me, I'll just have to get the most powerful person fighting in the tournament!'
Unfortunately Subzero wasn't home.
He was walking when he came across Nightwolf walking into his house. 'Why does Sonya have to be such a bimbo?'
'Because it was the way she was born,' said Stryker. 'And I'm afraid I need your help Nightwolf.'
'Sure,' Nightwolf replied. 'I was going to go back inside and have a nice bath followed by cereal, but I'll give that up just for you.' Nightwolf hoped Stryker would pick up on the sarcastic tone of his voice.
'Great, 'cause I really need your help.' He hadn't.
Nightwolf sighed. 'Well, tell me the problem.'
'There are snipers outside Kano's house, I think they're terrorists of some kind.'
'So? Who cares if Kano dies.'
'But! They might go after the other tournament members once they've got Kano, and by then we won't know where they are or what they're doing. They could end up planting carbombs and we'd never know.'
'Apart from the fact there are no cars here.'
Stryker knew Nightwolf wasn't about to help out. 'Okay then, go inside and have your fancy bath and fancy Froot Loops. Oh, by the way, do you know who terrorists hate the most?'
'Who,' said Nightwolf nonchalantly.
'Indians.'
--TWO MINUTES LATER--
After Nightwolf had stopped hyperventilating and had calmed himself, he said 'Okay. I'll help you out. What do you need me to do?'
'Well, as you know we need to stop these terrorists. I need you to help me...find Subzero.'
--SUBZERO--
'Excuse me, where do you keep the ice?'
'In the freezer section,' said the guy packing the shelves at the convenience store. 'Why do you need ice? More importantly, why would you need ice?'
'Fridge broke,' Subzero replied.
The guy packing the shelves rolled his eyes, and went back to his lonely and unfulfilling job of packing the shelves.
Subzero grabbed a bag of ice from the freezer section, a chocolate bar and a pack of condoms, and went up to the counter. What a nut, thought the guy at the counter, who couldn't help but stare condescendingly at Subzero. He can make ice come out of his hands at will but he has to resort to buying it from this crappy store.
Subzero saw the guy staring at him in a funny way, but pretended he hadn't noticed. 'Must've been the condoms,' he said to himself.
'Eh?' said Nightwolf.
'What? Oh, nothing,' said Subzero, who had jumped when Nightwolf and Stryker appeared out of nowhere.
'You're here!' said Stryker. 'We've been looking for you.'
'But - I didn't do - How'd you find out about those payments!' He was starting to get flustered.
'Eh?' said Nightwolf.
'Calm down!' said Stryker. 'We need your help. There are some terrorists in this here resort.'
'Really?' Subzero queried. 'Where are they?'
'Outside Kano's house.'
'Who cares if Kano dies?'
Stryker sighed, and then went into a long explanation about how if they didn't stop the terrorists now carbombs would go off and there would be no more ice in the convenience store.
'Okay then, I'll help out,' said Subzero. 'But only if you guys let me take this stuff home first.'
Stryker and Nightwolf looked down at the stuff he'd bought in the same way that the guy at the checkout, and as he walked home he thought about it and realised 'They were probably staring at me because I have ice, despite the fact that I can make ice come out of my hands at will. Oh well, won't be needing this.' He threw the bag of ice away, and when he heard the sound it made he was pretty sure he'd hit someone.
'Did you see what he had?' Stryker uttered. 'Condoms!'
--1.51666666 MINUTES LATER--
'I'm back,' said Subzero.
'Okay, let's get jiggy wit it,' remarked Stryker, before sniggering at the comment.
Subzero had no idea what he was on about, but liked the sound of it. 'Lead the way.'
Stryker took Nightwolf and Subzero to Kano's house, where they saw the terrorists first-hand. 'I know what to do,' said Subzero. 'You guys can go home, I'll take care of this.'
'But we wanna -'
'Just go!'
'Okay, okay, don't blow a fuse.'
--SHAO KHAN--
'Come one, come all and see who will win, and carry on to the next round, and who will lose and become shamefully eliminated.' Suddenly there was a scream. 'Hey, what the!' said Shao Kahn, before standing up and bursting into Goro's room. 'Goro! What have I told you about this kind of stuff?'
'That it's not rape if she agrees to it?'
'Get out,' Shao Kahn said to Sindel. 'I'll get your mouth washed out or something. Goro, pull your pants up.'
'Jeez, you have to embarrass me in front of everyone in the office.'
'You shouldn't have tried to make the health inspector inspect you, if you know what I mean.' He then turned around and was about to go check up on Sindel when he bumped into Sonya. 'How'd you get past security?' Shao Khan boomed.
'I told the guard I was a famous dog trainer.'
'That doesn't make sense.'
'I know.' The two stood there for a while. 'Oh! Almost forgot. I've got to warn you.'
'Warn me?' said Shao Khan. 'I'm invincible!'
'Really?'
'Yes! Try stabbing me with that knife.'
Sonya was hesitant, but she finally picked up the knife that was lying around (Shao Khan's good luck charm), and after hesitating some more, stabbed him in the side.
Shao Khan fell to the floor, blood pouring out of him.
'Oh no! I just made the prediction come true!' Sonya started to cry, when Shao Khan sat up. 'But - I thought you were dead!'
'I was, but everyone knows video game bosses have several lives.'
'So you're not in danger after all,' said Sonya with a sigh. 'That's good. Oh, and you might wanna get someone to clean that blood up. The stains are really hard to get out.'
Meanwhile, Sam got stabbed horrifically several times.
--LATER THAT DAY--
'We come to you live from Mortal Kombat Stadium!' said Shao Khan into the microphone as he sat in the commentary box. 'Special thanks to Subzero for those very lifelike ice statues! What are they, ninjas or something.' Goro called out something inaudible to the crowd. 'Anyway, today's match is an elimination match between Stryker and Nightwolf.'
The crowd cheered as Stryker and Nightwolf walked out into the arena.
'The commentator for today's match is Goro!'
'Good evening everyone.' Someone in the background informed Goro it was two o'clock. 'Uh, I mean good morning. Get ready, get set, bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!'
The crowd groaned.
'BEGIN THE FIGHT!'
Nightwolf and Stryker stared at each other. Stryker had his hand near the gun holster, which (surprise surprise) was holding a gun. Nightwolf had his hand near his crotch, because that's where his magic boomerang was. (That sounded a bit seedy.)
'Go ahead,' said Stryker. 'Make my day.'
'No, because for me to make your day I'd have to lose this match, which would mean I'd get kicked out of the tournament -'
Stryker lost patience and punched Nightwolf in the jaw.
'Ow, that hurt,' said Nightwolf. He responded with a punch, only this one hit Stryker in the arm.
'Ow! Ow! Dead arm!' Stryker kicked Nightwolf in the shin.
'Oow!' exclaimed Nightwolf. He pulled the boomerang out of its holster (aka his belt), raised it above his head...
...and started whacking Stryker with it. 'Ow! Ow! Ow! Hey! You hit one of my bruises!' Stryker then realised he had a weapon to counter Nightwolf. He pulled out his police baton, raised it above his head...
...and started whacking Nightwolf with it. 'Ow! Hey! Ow! Stop doing that!'
The crowd watched on as Nightwolf and Stryker hit each other with sticks.
'Ow!' cried Nightwolf as he was hit exceptionally hard on the thigh. 'That hurt!' Nightwolf slapped Stryker.
'You bitch!' yelled Stryker, who grabbed Nightwolf's hair and started yanking at it.
Eventually Nightwolf had had enough. He punched Stryker in the gut, causing him to let go of Nightwolf's hair, grabbed his boomerang which had fallen to the ground, raised it above his head...
...and...
...threw it. Stryker ducked, so the boomerang went flying off into the distance. 'Haha!' said Stryker. 'You're without your only weapon!' He reached around to his pocket to pull out his taser...
'Looking for this?' Nightwolf had Stryker's taser in his hand.
'No!' Stryker screamed.
'Oh yes,' Nightwolf said gleefully.
Then Stryker realised. Boomerangs always return to the person who threw it. If only he could distract Nightwolf...
'Hey Nightwolf!' said Stryker, trying his best to look like he was frightened.
'Yeah...?' Nightwolf said hesitantly.
Stryker pointed his finger, raised his arm...
...and shouted 'Terrorists!'
'AAARGH! WHERE!' cried Nightwolf. He started to panic, breathing deep and fast.
Stryker stood there and watched as the boomerang almost completed its arc.
'Over there!' said Stryker, who was still pointing.
Nightwolf turned to look...
The boomerang got closer...
All of a sudden Nightwolf dropped to the ground, curled up into a ball and started shaking.
'Oh shit,' said Stryker when he realised the boomerang wasn't going to hit Nightwolf. He closed his eyes, held his hands out...
...and caught the boomerang!
'Woohoo!' Stryker jumped up into the air, ran over to Nightwolf and started beating him with it.
'STRYKER IS THE WINNER!' announced Shao Khan. He turned to Goro and said 'Weren't you supposed to be commentating?'
'...I was?'
Shao Khan turned back to see Stryker was still beating Nightwolf with a stick. 'Stryker, you are the winner. STRYKER! STOP BEATING NIGHTWOLF! That's it, he's gonna get it.' Shao Khan pulled a boomerang out of nowhere, threw it and hit Stryker square in the back of the head. He fell on top of Nightwolf, causing the crowd to snigger.
'Let's go home,' said Shao Khan, walking out. He heard a thud as he left. 'Poor Goro, a pity he doesn't understand simple boomerang physics.'
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Sorry for making such a massive chapter.
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Don't worry, everything that wasn't explained in this chapter is explained in the next. Except for why Gwen Stefani is so popular. Sorry about reminding everyone of that horrible song.