Cenobite Warrior 2

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Chapter 2: Welcome to the Slaughter Jam

''Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!'' Buster ranted and began to pace about his living room with frantic worry. '' There's a brand new Slasher out there who has Lindsey, and she could be in big trouble right now, and I don't know how to stop him! What do I do?'' He asked the group, hoping any of them would offer up some suggestions.

''I know!'' Zeke raised his hand to get everyone's attention. ''We disguise ourselves as racoons…''

''That's a terrible idea!'' Simon interrupted.

''I didn't even get to finish telling you…''

''No good plan starts off with the idea of disguising ourselves as racoons!''

Buster's hands pressed firmly against the side of his head, as if he was trying to squeeze all the worry out of his very being. ''I've got to get there and help her! But when I do, I don't know what to do about Slaughter Jam!''

Reagan rose to her feet, clenching her fists together and raising them in an attempt to rally her friends. ''We'll do what we always do. Bust in, and stop the Slasher!''

''But that's the thing,'' Buster said. ''We've always know what Slasher we're fighting with, but now, I don't know how I'm going to beat this guy. All I know is that he's got a thing for sports.''

''How do you know that?'' Zeke asked.

…

…

…

Simon facepalmed before he muttered sarcastically. ''It was on his business card.''

To say the mood was deflated would be a huge understatement. All the excitement over the prospect of facing a new challenge was now lost on Buster once he knew his love was in danger. The Cenobite Warrior found it difficult to motivate himself to jump in and save her unless he knew at least something about this new foe.

After a moment of silence, a voice called out. ''If I may make a suggestion,'' Gary-Stu spoke up confidently. ''You're absolutely right, you know nothing about Slaughter Jam. He has already proven he can outmatch you in a fight, and he currently may have your girlfriend held hostage.''

Buster's frown grew so large, his mouth might as well be hanging from his chin. Pinhead turned to the newcomer. ''I believe that I'm a better encourager than you are.''

Gary ignored the Cenobite for the time being and continued with his attention towards Buster. ''Standing around thinking about him won't help matters. The only way you can learn is to face him again, and as you're facing him, a weakness will surely become noticeable.''

''That makes sense, I guess,'' Buster mumbled. As he thought about Gary's plan more, it started to dawn on him that maybe that would be the best course of action. His familiar smile returned slowly. ''You're right!''

''And I shall accompany you.''

Hearing this, Simon rose to his feet and approached the dashing stranger, pointing an accusing finger at him. ''Now listen here, buster…''

''Yes?''

''Not you!'' Simon yelled at his little brother before turning to face Gary again. ''Look, there's already one perfect person in this group, and that's me. Also, this group has enough weirdoes already, and we don't need another one. So unless you can give me one good reason to kick you out the door…''

''Would you really kick me out the door?'' Gary inquired.

''I can't, you're just too perfect!'' Simon gasped as if he was speaking like another person. After hearing his own words, he grunted and groaned in frustration. ''How do you do that?''

''I'm a Gary-Stu, it comes naturally to me.''

Buster's enthusiasm and overzealous nature returned to him in full force. He leapt towards the front door of the house and opened it, almost breaking it off due to eagerness and his super strength. Before he left, he turned to his friends. ''Thanks guys, I don't know where I'd be without you. You always inspire me and keep pushing me to be the best Slasher-hunting Cenobite Warrior I can be! We're going to the Big Sports Arena! We're going to stop Slaughter Jam! And we're going to save Lindsey!'' He sprinted out of the front door, yelling heroically in the distance…only to come back in the door a few seconds later. ''Quick question, which way was the Big Sports Arena?''

''It's not too late for my racoon plan!''

''We're not dressing up like racoons!'' Simon whispered harshly towards Zeke as the group hid within a large stack of bushes, the Big Sports Arena building lay a few hundred yards ahead of them. ''I can't believe I'm here, doing this with you all again.''

''I know, it's just like the good old days!'' Buster squealed with delight. He then popped his head out from the leafy bush, and used his binoculars to scoop out the area before him…but not before having to turn the binoculars the right way after looking through the wrong end again.

By now, night had fallen over them. The stars lit up the sky above, illuminating and wondrous. But the group didn't have time to stick around and marvel at the beautiful sight, they had a friend that they needed to save. After taking a moment or two to look around, Buster ducked back down into the bushes to confront the rest of the group. ''I'm not seeing any guards. From what I can see, I don't think the lights are on inside.''

''It's so obviously a trap!'' Gary stated.

''Yeah, we don't need to be a Mary-Sue to figure that out.'' Kirsty said.

Zeke tapped her on the shoulder. ''Actually, he's a Gary…''

''I know, I know!'' Kirsty told him.

''If it's a trap,'' Carrie said nervously. ''How are we planning on getting in?''

Buster's hand rubbed his chin, as he sat pondering on their next course of action. He stood back up and looked around at the arena once more. The building was quite a fair size. Box-shaped, and nicely coated in bright blue with the building's logo showing off proudly on the edge of the roof. Looking towards the roof, that's when an idea struck the Cenobite Warrior like lightning.

He sat back down in the bush. ''I've got it! Carrie can use her telekinesis to lift us all up onto the roof, and Zeke can use his lightsabre to cut a hole big enough for us to fit through. Then Pinhead and I will use our chains to help us climb down, and we're in the building.''

Each member of the group looked at each other, as if mentally going over the plan once more with each other, before Simon look at his little brother and sighed in an annoyed manner. ''I can't believe I'm saying this, but that's actually not a bad idea given the situation we're in.''

Immediately, Simon found the life practically being squeezed out of him as Buster hugged him tightly. ''Thanks Simon, you're always so encouraging!''

''Uh…'' Carrie stuttered, getting everyone's attention. ''I don't know about this. I can lift myself up, and maybe another two people afterwards, but I don't think I'll have the strength to…''

She was stopped as Buster placed a supportive hand onto her shoulder. ''Carrie, with great power, comes great responsibility.''

The telekinetic teen stared bamboozled. ''How does that work for my predicament?''

Kirsty spoke up. ''What Buster is trying to say is, we all believe in you.''

''Yeah,'' Reagan said and wrapped a comforting arm around Carrie. ''I believe in you the most, but we all believe in you a lot.'' She winked, earning a small blush that brightened her cheeks.

''Okay, let's move out!'' Buster said. He burst out from the hiding spot and quietly dashed towards the building, followed by the others, who all also did their best to keep the noise made down to a minimum.

One in particular, was taking this silent approach very seriously. Pinhead turned around, and nearly got the fright of his life when he saw Zeke standing next to him wearing different and quite unusual attire. ''Zeke, may I ask why you're dressed as a ninja?''

Indeed, Zeke was dressed head-to-toe in black ninja gear, with the mask, costume, boots and everything. He was practically hidden within the darkness of the night. ''It helps me get into the quiet zone.''

''Where did you even get this attire from?''

''I always keep a ninja suit in my back pocket, just in case!'' He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Suddenly, a very cool and enticing idea came to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his lightsabre, igniting it and waving it about in the air. ''Awesome! I look like Darth Vader!''

''Zeke,'' Pinhead hushed. ''This mission requires nearly absolute silence, and carrying around a weapon like that won't help matters.''

''Why not?''

''It makes a loud humming noise just from being turned on! It's the worst weapon you could possible pick for stealth.''

''I don't tell you how to live your life!'' Zeke stated at the Cenobite.

''Guys!'' Buster called out to them, and ushered them forward. The rest of the group were already at the side of the building, so Zeke and Pinhead quickly caught up with them. Carrie, in the meanwhile, was staring up towards the edge of the roof, gulping loudly, knowing that she was going to have to help everyone get up there.

She took a deep breath and lifted her arms up above her head, concentrating her full power onto Gary-Stu, as he found himself being slowly lifted up off the ground and gliding along the side of the building. He remained as still as possible, hoping that Carrie would not drop him, though I think it's safe to say that nothing bad would happen to Gary simply because of his namesake.

Soon enough, Gary reached the edge and stepped onto the roof, sighing with relief. He waved down to the group below, signalling for them to bring up the next person. Carrie looked around at the group. ''Okay, who should go next?'' She breathed heavily.

Pinhead placed a hand on Kirsty's back and gently nudged her forward. ''I think Kirsty should go next, while we remain undetected. And of course, ladies first.''

Kirsty smiled warmly at him. ''Aww, that's so sweet of you…''

''Guys, not a lot of time here!'' Reagan pointed out. Kirsty nodded and stepped forward, keeping as still as possible so that she could let Carrie do her work. The teen acted as quickly and efficiently as possible, lifting Kirsty off the ground and raising her up alongside the building. Kirsty couldn't hide her nerves completely, though they would have been worse had she seen the sweat drops beginning to pour down Carrie's face.

Thankfully, the woman reached the roof, helped by Gary, allowing Carrie some time to catch her breath. She turned to Pinhead. ''Do you want to go next?''

''Very well.'' Pinhead said.

He stepped before Carrie, who took longer to regain her strength and begin to mentally life the Cenobite up into the air. Everyone watched on as Pinhead slowly made his way up the building, though there was more hesitation in his movements, with Carrie's discomfort becoming more and more obvious until she gasped. ''I can't!'' And gave out from exhaustion.

Pinhead grew wide-eyed and looked on helplessly before falling to the ground, landing with a hard thud whilst everyone else turned around and groaned with sympathetic anguish. ''You okay, Pinhead?'' Buster asked.

Pinhead lifted himself up, looking angrily at Buster. ''Why don't we lift you up twenty-feet in the air and drop you? Then you'll know if I'm okay.''

Buster looked down at the exhausted and panting Carrie, who was being comforted by Reagan. ''I'm not sure if Carrie can lift me, or anyone else up. We're going to have to think of a new plan.''

''I've got it!'' Zeke called out.

''No racoons!'' Simon said to him, disheartening the ninja-clad Jedi.

Meanwhile, Reagan wiped a damp cloth over Carrie's sweaty forehead and held her closely. ''I can't do it!'' Carrie said. ''There's no way I can find the strength to lift everyone up.''

''I know you can!'' Reagan tried to encourage.

''I can't! Thank you for trying to cheer me up, but there's nothing you can say that'll help me get everyone up on the roof.''

The demon girl thought for a moment, trying to think of any possible way to help Carrie find the strength or even motivation to lift everyone. Then a little thought came to her. She looked around to make sure none of the others were listening, before leaning close to her girlfriend and whispering in her ear. ''If you can get everyone up there, then later, I'll…'' She cupped a hand over her ear, making the rest of her offer inaudible. But judging by the way Carrie's eyes bulged open, and her whole faced turned as red as a tomato, whatever Reagan said, clearly had an effect on the telekinetic.

Before anyone else had a chance to realise what had happened, the rest of the group on the ground, found them selves hoisted up into the air like they were caught in a tornado before landing roughly on the roof the building just behind Kirsty and Gary.

They all began to pick themselves up, with Buster doing so and looking over towards Reagan and Carrie. Reagan was looking quite proud of herself, while Carrie's face was still burning red-hot. ''Boy, lifting us all up like that must have really taken the wind out of her.''

Reagan shrugged her shoulders. ''You could say that.'' She then planted a teasing kiss on Carrie's cheek, whom remained unresponsive, probably still in a daze after hearing Reagan's words.

Now that they were all safely on the roof, Zeke quickly got to work. He jabbed his lightsabre through the roof and started to walk around in a circle, getting stuck a few times as he pulled the weapon across and tried to remain as quiet as possible. ''Like a ninja!'' Zeke whispered before he managed to cut a big enough circle.

Before the piece of roof could fall into the building, Pinhead grabbed the chunk and gently placed it to the side, doing his best not to make a sound. Now that finding an entrance was taken care of, Buster quietly took out a chain that emerged from the sleeve of his shirt and lowered it downwards like a climbing rope.

As he held onto the chain, the others quickly grabbed hold and began to climb down. The inside of the building turned out to be even darker than the night sky above them, making it impossible for Buster to see where his friends would even end up as he watched on. One by one, his friends were lowered downwards, disappearing into the shadows after reaching a certain distance, worrying the Cenobite Warrior. Once he was the only one left, after everyone else had climbed down, Buster called down, trying to keep his voice lower enough but still remain heard by his friends. ''Everything okay?''

''It appears so.'' He heard Pinhead respond. There was then a few seconds of silence, before he heard everyone inside gasp or scream loudly.

Panicked by this sudden turn, Buster shouted. ''Hold on, I'm coming!'' Not wasting a moment, he dived downwards through the hole and tried to land on his feet, unsure of where the ground even was because of the pitch-black darkness that surrounded them.

It didn't take long before he managed to land on some kind of surface…a surface that yelped in pain and felt very soft. ''Am I like a bulls-eye for you to always land on!'' Simon grunted.

''Oh, sorry,'' Buster stated as he stepped off his wounded brother, either said than done because of the darkness. He couldn't even see past his own nose, let alone see any of the others. ''I heard you all scream, so I thought you were in some kind of…'' Once Buster stepped on a solid surface, he found himself losing his balance, slipping and sliding all over the place before landing flat on his back.

He grumbled with pain. He made a few attempts to get back up, but that proved difficult as once his hands touched the ground, they started to slide all over the place as well. Upon contact with the ground, he felt a frosty chill ghost up his whole body. ''Are we on ice?''

''Yeah, this must be the ice-skating ring,'' Kirsty said. ''Thanks for holding my hand, Xipe. Oh, you're hand feels so soft and strong.'' She flirted.

''Uh, that's my hand.'' Gary-Stu said.

''Oh, sorry!'' Kirsty shrieked and immediately let go. ''Xipe!'' She called out.

''I'm over here, my dear.'' Pinhead responded in rhyme.

''Where is here?'' Kirsty asked after stumbling around for a short time.

In the dark, everyone stumbled and fumbled about like a drunken mine.

If you're wondering about the rhymes, it's because everyone I make I get paid by the dime.

Okay, no more, I promise.

''I've got it!'' Zeke shouted out.

''I swear to God, if you say racoon one more…'' Simon grumbled.

''No, no, this is a different idea! Listen, if we all close our eyes, then we won't see the darkness!''

Buster then yelled out. ''That's brilliant, Zeke.''

''You two are morons!'' Simon shouted at the top of his lungs. ''If I could see, I would punch you both in the face right now!''

In the blink of an eye, they were all practically blinded as the floodlights switched on, causing the room to fall into a fiery glow. All they could see at first was white, then yellow, before their surroundings finally began to blur back to reality. They were indeed standing in the middle of a large ice-skating arena, with dozens of rows of seats circled around them, all leading up towards the walls at the end of the room. High above was the electronic scoreboard, and standing above it, laughing maniacally with a hockey stick being waved wildly in his hands, was Slaughter Jam.

Simon gulped. ''On second thought, you can turn the lights back off.''

Getting his serious face on, Buster stepped forward and pointed a finger towards the sports Slasher. ''Slaughter…'' He hesitated. ''Or do you prefer Mr Jam?''

''Your demise will do.'' Slaughter responded.

''Fine, Mr Will-Do! Where is Lindsey?''

''Who?'' He asked sarcastically.

''Don't play with me. If you've hurt her in anyway…''

''I have no reason to,'' Slaughter cut in. ''You're the one I want to hurt!''

''Then where is she?'' Buster questioned. The Slasher used his hockey stick to move a floodlight that was shining next to him, and pointed it towards the other side of the room. The group followed the light, and Buster held his breath once he saw Lindsey trapped within a tennis court net and hanging from the ceiling. ''Lindsey!''

She was struggling to break free from the net, but when she heard Buster's voice, she stopped to turn and look down, unable to hide the smile as she saw all her friends once again, and Buster too. ''Hey everyone! Are you okay?''

''We're fine,'' Buster said happily before his face turned grim. ''He didn't hurt you did he?''

''Not really, no. He tied me up here, and locked my parents up somewhere else. Really, I'm just more ticked off that we're using the damsel-in-distress trope. It's 2015.''

Slaughter shrugged his shoulders. ''Hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.''

''It is broke!'' Lindsey screamed at him.

He chose to ignore Lindsey's cries of injustice in old-fashioned, clichéd story development, and turn his attention back towards Buster. ''Listen up, Cenobite Warrior! There is only one way this night will end. With me, dunking your severed head into a basketball hop.''

''That's a bit gruesome, isn't it?''

''We have a T rating now, we can get away with it.''

''Oh yeah, forgot we have one of those now.'' Buster rubbed the back of his neck. ''But, there's another way this could end. With me kicking your butt!''

Slaughter Jam smiled devilishly. ''That won't happen!'' He then instantly jumped down from the scoreboard, hurtling towards the icy surface below. Before making impact, skates appeared beneath his feet, and as his feet dug into the ground, digging up icy debris, he shot forward right at Buster.

WHACK! Buster was completely swept off his feet as Slaughter slammed his hockey stick into the boy's midriff and sent him and crashing into the hockey goal at the end of the room.

Slaughter was now standing right beside Pinhead, as the Cenobite raised his arm and brought out a curved knife, about to strike until the Slasher blocked it with his hockey stick. Out of nowhere, a football appeared by Slaughter's feet, and he soon began to kick the ball hard against Pinhead's feet, forcing them further and further apart from each other. Pinhead groaned in agony, his body lowered and lowered until he was practically doing the splits on the ground. Uncomfortable wouldn't even begin to describe how he felt at the moment with his legs apart from each other, and his groin area flat on the icy. He tried to stand up, but couldn't, which forced him out of the fight.

Slaughter turned to see Simon attempt to sneak away off the ice. Once he was caught, Simon waved his hands around defensively. ''I'm not with these people!'' His pleas fell on deaf ears, as Slaughter kicked the football with tremendous force towards Simon, and the ball struck in a very…sensitive place for Simon. He wheezed, unable to form any coherent words before slumping to the ground.

With their opponent turned away, Reagan shifted into her much more demonic persona and attacked. However, Slaughter was once again one step ahead. He moved to the side, avoided Reagan's strikes, as a basketball appeared and bounced off the ground. BAM! The ball hit Reagan on the chin with enough force it felt like she was getting uppercut by a professional boxer. Then, Slaughter's hockey stick morphed into a baseball bat. WHACK! He used it to send her flying across the ice, sliding into the wall and crashing through it.

Before he could turn around to see what was next, Zeke cut Slaughter's baseball bat in half with his lightsabre. The Slasher faced Zeke, angry that his weapon had been ruined, and then bemused when he saw Zeke still in his ninja outfit, posing like he was auditioning for a role in the next Karate Kid. ''Ha! Bet you didn't think I'd bring a lightsabre, did ya? Your greatest weakness!''

''Actually, my greatest weakness is racoons.'' Slaughter cooed. ''I go completely Lady Gaga for the little furballs!''

Zeke waved his arms in frustration before calling out to the others. ''See! I told you we all should have dressed up as…'' BAM! Caught off guard, Zeke was pummelled in the stomach by the blunt end of Slaughter's bat, and knocked to the ground.

Slaughter turned to face Carrie, about to attack her, but stopping when he noticed that she appeared to be frozen on the spot. Her face still looking awe-struck and bright red, not overcoming the shock of what Reagan had promised her. Not considering her a threat, Slaughter decided to leave her be and find another target.

Over in the distance, Buster picked himself up from out of the goal, rubbing his sore head. ''That's it! No one hurts my friends!'' He punched his fist into the ice, psyching himself up as daggers began to spurt forth from out of his skin, revealing his Cenobite form, Daggerhead. ''Been a while since I've done this!'' He charged towards Slaughter, fists raised and attacked.

Slaughter countered by turning his hands into giant boxing gloves, as he met Buster blow for blow, clearly proving himself to be stronger than the Cenobite Warrior, even when in his stronger form. Realising that his punches weren't getting him anywhere, Buster placed one foot on the ice and began to spin round, a chain emerged from his foot and flung like a whip.

The chain tore the ice apart, cracking it piece by piece, but Slaughter dodged each strike effortlessly, using his skates to shot across the ice, avoiding Buster's attacks. As he skated along, he created a bowling ball in his hands and then rolled it along the ice, right towards Buster, who couldn't do anything to step out of the way because of his chain whipping around.

The hard ball hit his leg, knocking him off the ice. Time seemed to slow as Slaughter skated closer towards Buster. The bowling ball morphed into a smaller football and bounced right in front of Buster, who could only watch as Slaughter kicked the ball right into Buster's stomach, causing him to fly up and slam into the ceiling. ''This isn't going well.'' Buster mumbled before climbing out from the debris and falling back down towards the ice.

However, before he could even land safely, Slaughter jumped up with a cricket bat now in his hands. WHACK! He hit Buster right across the face, thumping the Cenobite Warrior into the row of seats beyond the ice-ring. Chairs went flying all over the place and the whole arena shook due to the power of Buster's crash landing. Slaughter settled back down onto the ice and yelled out. ''That's a Six!''

''A what?'' Zeke called out.

''A six! You know? From cricket?''

''Isn't that baseball?''

''No, cricket is nothing like baseball. In cricket, a batsman has to stand at a crease and hit a ball that is thrown at him and hope that none of the outfield players catch it as he makes his runs!''

''That sounds like baseball to me!'' Zeke pointed out.

''It's not the same thing!'' The sports killer argued, ranting on and on about the rules of both sports.

During all this, Buster climbed out of the wreckage of his crash, reverting back to his normal human form. ''I think I might already be out of shape.'' He mumbled. As he got back up, he noticed that Gary-Stu was standing next to him with his arms folded and a disinterested look on his face. ''Aren't you going to help?''

''If I did, I don't think the readers would be pleased.''

''Then can you at least give me some advice? Because I'm out of ideas.''

''Are you?'' Gary asked, earning an unsure nod from Buster. ''As I said before, if you want to learn this new slasher's weakness, you have to face him.''

''I know, but where are we going to find racoons at a time like…''

''That's not what I meant.'' Gary stated. He gently grabbed Buster's head and forced him to look over towards Slaughter and Zeke, who were still arguing over the rules and differences between cricket and baseball.

''That's why it's different!'' Slaughter said in an exasperated manner.

''Oh, I see what you mean now. But they're still the same thing!''

''Ah!'' Slaughter yelled so loud, the whole place shook and the ice threatened to crack apart like shattered glass from a broken window. ''Don't test me! I know everything about every single sports known to this world!''

The world seemed to zoom out for Buster, he was given room to breath and think, and once again, it felt like lightning struck his brain. ''That's it! I know how to beat him!'' He hurriedly rushed back onto the ice-ring, careful not to slip again. ''Hey, it's me you want! Come and get me!'' He shouted at Slaughter.

''My pleasure.'' Slaughter smiled menacingly before charging towards Buster. His baseball bat returned to full, deadly size. The Slasher was ready to make short work of the Cenobite Warrior and end this fight now…until he was stopped in his tracks and looked on perplexed at Buster's latest move. ''What are you doing?''

''Uh…'' Buster tried to think of a reason as to why he was now all of a sudden doing a handstand. At least with all the blood rushing to his head, he could just think quickly on his feet…or hands. ''I'm getting myself ready for…Kalouthor-ball!''

''What?''

''You know, Kalouthor-ball! Oh no,'' Buster said with over-exaggerated disappointment. ''You don't know about Kalouthor-ball? I thought you said you knew every sport!''

''I do! And I know that there is no such sport as Kakuka…Kalola…whatever you just said!''

''No, no, it is a real sport. It's a favourite from Madagascar! You want me to teach you how to play it?''

Slaughter shook his head violently. ''No! I don't want you to teach me, because I know it's not a real sport!''

''Sure it is, I'll show you. Just come closer!'' Buster nodded his head, beckoning the Slasher towards him. Hopefully he'll come sooner rather than later, as Buster's arms began to tremble under his own weight and tiredness from getting his butt kicked a moment ago.

Curiosity began to bubble inside Slaughter Jam. What if this really was a real sport that he had forgotten to learn? He would be a laughing stock if he went around building up his reputation to then come up short on knowledge with one particular sport. The fear and worry of that scenario gripped him, and he soon found himself moving closer to Buster. ''Alright then, how do we play?''

''Yay!'' Buster cheered and gave off a big smile. ''Okay, this'll be fun. First, stand next to me and then brace yourself like you're a rugby player waiting to be tackled.''

Eventually, Slaughter stood right beside the upside down Buster, reluctantly squatted downwards, and bending his knees and tensing his upper body. ''Okay, now wh…''

BAAM! Buster had no trouble slamming both his feet right into Slaughter's face, practically caving his nose right back into his skull in a cartoonish fashion. He was sent soaring up high into the air. Buster hopped back onto his feet and sent two chains hurtling at his opponent, stirring so that they would wrap around both of Slaughter's legs. Now that he had him chained up, Buster pulled on the chains and sent the Slasher slamming down into the ice, causing a roaring impact that swept up all the ice around the ring.

For the first time since the battle started, the arena was silent, at least until Slaughter punched his way through the ice and stood back onto his own two feet, clearly staggered and surprised by that attack. ''When I get my hands on…'' He threatened through gritted teeth, but was unable to move as someone held out a hand to stop him.

''Hold your horses!'' Buster barked, now wearing a very fuzzy, obviously fake moustache. ''You shall not be allowed to pass unless you take the proper stance we use in Jahogany!''

''Jahogany isn't a real sport!''

''Of course it is, I bet my moustache on it!''

''You didn't even have that moustache five seconds ago.''

''I hit puberty very quickly.''

Slaughter chuckled darkly. ''Do you really expect me to fall for the same trick twice?''

''That depends. Are you willing to forfeit the Jahogany title just because you won't do the simple stance?'' Buster turned his back, ready to walk away and leave Slaughter in the cold with his sergeant-like persona clearly working on the Slasher, who began to panic.

''Hold on, I never forfeit from a title!'' He said determinedly.

''That's what I like to hear! Now take the stance, lean backwards until your hands are on the ground and you're like a walking crab. Like what Reagan does when she goes down a long flight of stairs.''

Just then, they could hear Reagan's voice call out from across the ice-ring. ''Hey, I had a few too many drinks one night, that was it!''

Letting his pride get the better of him, Slaughter proceeded to follow through with this awkward stance. He leaned backwards, arching himself until he could just about place his hands on the ice without collapsing. It took him a few seconds before he could remain still, and once he did so, he felt pleased, feeling like he was going to win whatever game was in store for him. ''What do I do now?''

He didn't hear a verbal answer from Buster, instead, he whimpered and braced himself for what was to come as he saw the Cenobite Warrior tower over him and throw an almighty fist down onto the Slasher.

BAAM! Buster punched him so hard, Slaughter Jam was not only pushed through the thick layer of ice, but also the ground underneath, causing the ground around them to break and jagged spikes to burst forth from the ground. The scoreboard shook erratically, causing the hinges that hung from the ceiling to break and send the giant electronic device falling towards the ground.

Just in the nick of time, Buster looked up to see the scoreboard collapsing on top of him. He shot a chain out to grab one of the headlights in the corner and hoisted himself out from the crater he created with his punch, just as the scoreboard exploded upon contact with the ground. The shockwaves making Buster flying further away than he intended, right on top of Pinhead, sending them both sliding across what was left of the torn apart ice.

''I should condemn you for landing on top of me,'' Pinhead grunted as he pushed Buster off. ''But since you helped me out of my awkward position, I'll forgive you this time.''

''Guess you're not that good at the splits.'' Buster giggled, earning a glare from the lead Cenobite.

The moment didn't last, as another explosion from the crater rocked the arena, catching Buster and Pinhead off guard. Slaughter Jam emerged from the rubble, battered, bruised and seething with uncontrollable rage. He pointed his broken hockey stick towards Buster. ''I'm sick and tired of this! No more fake sports to save you!'' He growled and frothed at the mouth.

''How about a game of Quidditch?'' Buster asked hopefully.

Pinhead rubbed the bridge of his nose. ''Even I know that's not a real sport.''

Slaughter smashed his weapon into the ground with rage, tearing the ice apart and advancing on the Cenobites. ''I'm not going to fall for any more tricks. If you want to beat me, then you'll have a better chance by getting on your knees and praying to Michael Jordan, because now nothing will catch me by surprise!''

It was too late for him to react, as a tennis-net unexpectedly fell from above and entrapped him. Before he could struggle free, Kirsty and Lindsey leapt down on top of him and rapidly got to work tying him up and separating him from his hockey stick. Buster and Pinhead watched on as the ladies successfully subdued the Slasher, and left him fumbling about and flopping like a fish, unable to free himself.

Lindsey wiped her forehead before turning to Kirsty. ''Thanks for the help.''

''Anytime, sister!'' Kirsty replied as they high-fived each other whilst standing victourously on top of the struggling Slasher, Slaughter.

''Lindsey!'' Buster called out and tackled Lindsey to the ground, careful not to hurt her, but not afraid to show how much he missed her by hugging her tightly, which she gladly returned.

Next to them, Pinhead approached Kirsty, looking at her in amazement. ''Have I ever mentioned what an intelligent and resourceful woman you are?''

''A lot, but you can keep doing it.'' Kirsty winked before embracing Pinhead in a passionate kiss, surprising him just as much as it exhilarated him.

Soon enough, the rest of the group had arrived with the four. Carrie helped a wounded; human-looking Reagan over, though still was unable to hide her rosy, blushing cheeks. Zeke was still acting all ninja-like with his lightsabre, while Simon limped over rubbing his…tenders. ''So, is it all over now?'' He asked. ''Because nothing would please me more than to go back home, relax, and catch up with Downtown Abbey.''

Before any of them had a chance to say something, they could hear a faint chuckling grow louder and louder until it was loud enough to echo around the whole arena. They looked down at Slaughter Jam, confused as to why the defeated Slasher bellowed with laughter. He stared up at Buster though the net. ''You really think this is all over? This is just the beginning!''

''What do you mean?'' Buster asked.

''You have no idea, do you? I'm just the pre-season friendly before the real tournament begins.''

''Huh?''

Gary-Stu approached the group from behind. ''That's what I've come to warn you all about. Slaughter Jam isn't the only brand-new Slasher. There are dozens more, mysteriously appearing from out of nowhere. No one knows how this started, only that it's happening, and we need heroes to stop them. And who better than the Cenobite Warrior and his friends?''

Buster stared blankly at his new friend, letting the words and their meaning sink in. He tried to imagine it, completely new Slashers for him to stop. Here was his chance to save the world once again. His smile returned, and his body shook with excitement. ''This is going to be so…'' He stopped mid-celebration before turning to Lindsey. ''Are you going to come with us?''

Lindsey avoided all eye contact with Buster, making it seem like this was a very difficult situation for her to face, causing him to panic for a moment. Until she started to grin. ''It's not like they can stop me right now. I say let's go!''

Buster's smile grew wider and he jumped up into the air, almost touching the ceiling. ''This is going to be awesome! The Cenobite Warrior is back!''

To Be Continued…

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