Me: This is starting to look like one hell of a fight and we are just getting into the first test.
Danny: Yea, just think about it. Kim is the kind of girl who saves lives not takes them. And don't even get me started on Harley.
Me: The fans are already split on who they are backing.
Danny: No doubt there, who are they backing?
Me: Well, looks like soulknight121 is betting on Kim.
Danny: Did he pay out the money he owed on my fight?
Me: I haven't seen a dime yet. And people are still sending reviews from your fight. MissBliss8527 is rooting for Harley, but she "bit her lip in thought" that if Harley wins, Kim will die.
Danny: The show is called Deadliest Warrior for a reason.
Me: Yes it is. So you ready for the first test?
Danny: Yep, I can't wait to see how hard hitting these two girls are.
Me: Agreed, Danny. Let's go.
In the Fight Club, two femme fatales are being pitted against each other in a bloody battle to the finish. In the world the two combatants exist, light and covert weaponry is the preferred method. But when the battle gets intense, they rely on their personal mastery of the martial arts. The camera shifted to the three hosts again convened at their table.
"Mack," Geoff began. "We have seen it countless times on the show and in our research. When the weapons are damaged or depleted, it all comes down to hand-to-hand combat." Mack nodded with his friend as he listened. "Just what goes through someone's mind when it comes to that?"
"Well, Geoff, in close quarters combat, it's all about your will and your training," Mack said. "When I was training with SEALs, it was hammered into us that hand-to-hand combat is about staying calm and focusing on your goal. And you find out how much will power you have when you are face-to-face with someone trying to kill you. He's not 500 meters away and you have your sniper rifle. He is less than a meter from your face and he must kill you before you kill him. If you can stay calm and rely on your training, you have a better chance of surviving." Geoff took in the words of the former Navy SEAL before turning the resident medical expert.
"Doc," he asked. "What do you think we will see as far as injuries go?"
"As a good comparison," Dr. Dorian quickly stated. "I've treated broken bones, lacerations, and concussions at the hospital. But these injuries were from everyday people who got in meaningless fights. With Harley and Kim, we'll have trained martial arts with years of fighting under their belts and knowledge of where to strike on the human body." Mack and Geoff nodded as they both spied Kim and Harley trying to listen in on them. "We are likely to see precise strikes designed to incapacitate, or kill."
"Well if we are going to talk martial arts," Geoff said as he walked over to his equipment. He picked up a large blue patch with wires. "Then I need to know how much power these gals are packing." The camera panned shifted over to a punching bag as Geoff stuck the force patch to the side of it.
While both combatants are not above using technology to help them fight, Possible and Quinn are primarily martial artists. In order to gauge the strength of our combatants, their martial arts strikes will be recorded for use in the simulator and to help determine X-Factors. Kim and Harley walked up to the test area and listened in as Geoff explained the test.
"Ladies," he said brightly. "What we have here is a standard 100lb punching bag to simulate your opponent. That blue patch is an impact meter, you are going to make four strikes on it and we are going to get a measure of how strong your strikes are." Harley grinned at the chance to finally show up the cheerleader. Ron whispered some words of encouragement into his loves ear. "There are four basic strikes I want to test to get a proper baseline of your abilities. First strike will be a jab, then cross punch, a front kick, and finally a roundhouse kick." Both women nodded with their instructions.
"Kim, you are up first," Mack said. Kim walked over to the staging area and readied herself.
"You got this, KP," Ron shouted. Taking a cleansing breath, the redhead took up her fighting stance in front of the bag. Harley feigned a yawn as she watched, the shackles binding against her skin. Geoff readied his computer and gave the final countdown.
"3…2…1…FIGHT!" Geoff shouted. Kim instantly reacted and fired her left fist into the bag. The thud gained a cheer of approval from Ron. Quickly resetting, she brought her right fist across and impacted the patched area with a louder thud.
"Nice," Geoff said approvingly. Kim then quickly brought her leg up and the flat of her foot impacted the patch. The resistance from the return swing of bag caused Kim to stutter step back. Mack took note of this. Instantly recovering, Kim twisted her hip and brought the top of her foot onto the patch with a hard thud.
"BOO-YEA!" Ron shouted as he went over to his girlfriend.
"Nicely done, Kim," Mack said.
"Thanks," Kim said panting. Harley's face remained unchanged as Geoff looked at the data on his screen.
"OK," he said after a moment. "I'm impressed with these numbers, Kim." Kim and Ron joined Geoff and the others at the table. "Your jab measured 45psi and the right cross hit with 61psi, not bad." Harley rolled her eyes at the numbers. "The front kick was 89psi, and your roundhouse kick measured 101psi." Kim smiled as she heard the results read aloud.
"These numbers are definitely impressive," Dr. Dorian began. "These are forces that I have seen cage fighters encounter in the octagon numerous times, causing everything from black eyes to a knock out shot." Kim high fived Ron at hearing how powerful her attacks were, Mack's inquisitive look remained as Harley Quinn was released from her shackles. The GCPD officers trained their weapons on the blond in the blue prison jumpsuit.
"FIIIIIIIIINALLY, I can streeeeeeeeeeetch out," as she raised her fists above her head and arched her back. Geoff had finished resting his instruments and looked at the psycho shrink.
"Ok, Harley, you're up," he said.
"Thanky thanky, Geekman," Harley said as she strutted up to the bag. She circled around it like a shark to its prey. "Watch and learn, kiddies," she shot at Kim and Ron. Harley took her stance and waited for Geoff's signal.
"Ready, Harley?" Mack called.
"Right-a-roonie," she quipped raising her fists. Mack kept his eyes trained on the clown.
"3…2…1…HOSE EM'," Geoff shouted. Harley brought her knee up to her chest and thrust her leg forward, smashing into the bag. It swung away and back towards the blonde. As it came down, Quinn threw a quick jab, then right cross to the patch. That sent the bag shaking at the bottom of the swing. Harley turned around in a 360 and brought her back heel up to the patch.
"Was it good for you?" Harley said looking at Geoff.
"If you are talking about the numbers," Geoff replied. "Yes it was, Quinn. Your opening kick had 87psi behind it, the jab had 52psi, and the cross had 62psi. Your last kick measured 107psi, but it wasn't a roundhouse kick."
"Really?" Harley sarcastically quipped with her arms crossed. "You honestly expect me to play by the rules? Nothing doin', I got a reputation to uphold."
"Of all the…" Kim said angrily.
"Easy, Kim," Mack said. "I was actually expecting something like this." All present looked at the bald man inquisitively. "As I said earlier, the morals of both these ladies are worlds apart. Harley is not going to play by any rules but her own. Even something as small as not using the kick we said to use, demonstrates if she isn't obeying the small stuff…"
"You're boring me baldy," Harley snorted.
"Bottom line," Mack continued after clearing his throat. "Harley is going to do what she wants to do. And that is going to play into logistics, which is an x-factor in the sim." Harley Quinn yawned at Mack's analysis.
"That an interesting point, Mack," Dr. Dorian said. "But as always, I am always looking at these numbers from the medical perspective. The numbers that we are seeing from the punches are enough to cause contusions, lacerate the skin, and cause knockout shots. The kicks are very impressive. Those shots are backing enough to fracture ribs, cause internal injuries, and even fracture the skull." Harley smiled ear to ear hearing the medical breaking down while Kim nodded as the doctor continued. "What I am most worried about is brain trauma from these kicks. They are strong enough to cause at minimum, a concussion, more likely we could see a hemorrhage and cranial bleeding from these kicks."
"I agree with you 100%, Doc," Geoff said. "But while these numbers are impressive, numbers don't accurately translate into damage on the human body. We need a more realistic test." The camera panned over to another part of the lab where a full body gel dummy waited.
To test the full ability of our combatant's martial arts abilities, they will be attacking a full ballistics gel body with same tissue and body density as a human body. The entourage walked up to the body as Geoff explained the second part of the experiment.
"Ok, here we have a ballistics gel body," he started. "These mimic how the human body reacts to trauma because the gelatin and other simulant material are nearly identical to the bone density and muscle structure of a human body." Kim and Ron listened intently while Harley could not be any less interested. "We have gel body suspended from some steel cables. Basically, you are going to get any two shots on this body to do as much damage as you can." Kim and Harley nodded with the scientist.
"The reason we agreed on two shots," Mack interrupted. "Is because we want to see how you would react to a limited number of strikes. How and where you strike will be taken into consideration when we factor in Logistics and Battlefield Experience, which are two huge X-Factors in the sim."
"Where you deliver a strike does affect the functions of the human body," Dr. Dorian continued. "I can think of two dozen points that can incapacitate, half a dozen that can kill, and two points that can instantly kill." Harley got very excited at hearing this. "No, I am not going to point them out, Harley." The clown stuck her tongue out at the doctor.
"Ok," Geoff said. "Kim you're up first." The redhead walked up to the gel body hanging from the ceiling.
"Stay calm, KP," Ron called. "You got this." Kim smiled at her boyfriend before nodding to Geoff.
"High-speed is ready," he called. "In 3…2…1…KILL!" Kim instantly reacted and raised her knee to her chest. Quickly, she brought the bottom of her foot down on the knee of the gel dummy. The bone snapped and splintered with a crunch, drawing laughs and "guy reactions" from the crew. The dummy shimmied back and forth with its broken leg swinging wildly. Kim then drew back her fist and brought it across into the neck of the dummy. Deep red started to invade the tan gel in the neck of the dummy.
"Nice, Kim," Geoff said. Dr. Dorian put his gloves on and went over to examine the dummy.
"Ok," he started poking and examining the knee. The knee cap had been caved in and fractured and the ends of the Tibia and the Femur were cracked and splintered. "First shot, you went right to the patella with that stomp causing multiple fractures in the area. With these injuries, the ligaments, the ACL, MCL, everything is torn and useless. More important is the fracturing of the bones. You get one sliver into the Femoral Artery; you can bleed out and die." The combatants and crew listened intently to the doctor. "But that is best case scenario. This shot will incapacitate, but is not a kill shot." Kim sighed as she heard the assessment. Turning to the neck injury, Dr. Dorian asked for a scalpel. Carefully, he cut though the gel and "blood" leaked and squirted from the cut. But Dr. Dorian reacted positively to what he saw. "Ok," he started. "This is very promising. What happened here is your punch was a perfect shot. You severed the External Jugular Vein. This guy is going to bleed internally out and be dead in 10, 15 minutes." Ron patted his girlfriend on the back. Geoff went back to his computer and started the high speed footage.
"Here we go, this is the punch," he said. The dummy's head violently whipped to back and forth as Kim's fist impacted it. It flailed as the neck was flooded by the red "blood." "That's a nice shot, severed vein and this guy is reduced to crawling."
"It may not be an instant kill shot," Kim said. "But I also have the chance to interrogate him for information before he dies."
"Don't start celebrating," Harley snapped. Kim snapped around at the clown. "Do you know how many times I can kill you in 10 minutes while, I'm 'supposedly' bleeding out, as if you could touch me."
"Remember, Harley," Kim snapped. "In the world of espionage, where I often find myself, you can't get information from a dead person."
"Yea," Ron agreed. "Can't use the detect skills if a brotha can't talk."
"That is a very good point," Mack said. "Intelligence is very important in combat, and is factored in when it comes to Logistics."
"What-ev," Harley snapped. "And one more thing Red, the show is called Deadliest Warrior for a reason. BRING ME SOME JELL-O, GO-FERS!" Two crew members reset the test area as Harley Quinn impatiently waited for her turn.
Kim Possible has fiercely defended her method of attack. Can Harley Quinn prove that her style is more lethal? Harley took up her stance in front of the dummy as Geoff held the high speed trigger in his hand.
"Ready, Quinn?" he shouted.
"Does my puddin' hate the Bat?" she responded balling up her fists.
"3…2…1…FIGHT!" Geoff shouted. Harley Quinn quickly reacted, bringing her foot hard and quick into the groin of the dummy, drawing yowls of pain from all males present. The dummy lurched up so violently, a hook attaching it to the cables came loose and it swung freely. Harley brought her hands together and interlaced her fingers. She raised her hands and brought an Axe Handle strike on the dummy's neck as it swung by. The dummy's head violently shook back and forth as Harley laughed in delight. The camera shifted quickly and we found Dr. Dorian examining the dummy as it swung gently from its one cable.
"Ok, ummm," he started as the rest of the crew chuckled. "I'm in pain for this guy. You went straight for the groin, which we all know equals instant pain for men." Harley got a wicked grin on her face. "What a lot of people don't know is that a still enough kick can induce unconsciousness and even rupture the testes. The kick, not a kill shot, but this guy isn't getting up anytime soon. But this isn't the shot I am interested in." Dr. Dorian spun the dummy around while a crew member brought him another scalpel. "Ok, this is bad right here," he began after slicing open the gel neck. "You have completely crushed the C3 and C2 vertebrae, the disk is ruptured and you've severed the spinal column." Kim and Ron grimaced at the analysis. "There is nothing I can do for this guy. With the spinal column severed, he is not getting the message from the brain to the body to function. He's going to die from not being able to breath on his own. Although, he may not be able to breath from that kick to start with."
"Take that, Pom-Pom," Harley smirked. Kim gave no response as Geoff started the footage of Quinn's attacks. The kick to the groin sent a shockwave through the whole of the body, drawing another groan from Geoff.
"Ouch," he said. The footage then played of her ax strike. Harley's blow crushed and thrust the vertebrae almost to the center of the neck.
"There is no coming back from that," Dr. Dorian said. "Medically speaking, there is nothing we can do there." Harley turned to Kim and winked at her, drawing ire from the cheerleader.
Both our combatants have proven their metal in the Martial Arts tests. But who will gain the edge. The camera panned over to Dr. Dorian, Mack, and Geoff talking together.
"This test was designed to gauge the martial arts abilities of Kim and Harley," Mack began. "Kim demonstrated excellent martial arts skills, discipline, and instinct. Plus she had a chance to gather intelligence. Harley, while I was expecting her to do her own thing, really disappointed me. She used two dirty fighting tactics and, while effective, they are not what I would call martial arts strikes. And that also is going to bring down her X-Factor rating in the sim as far as combat skills go." Quinn began staring right at Mack as if to say, he's next.
"You do have a point there, Mack," Dr. Dorian began. "But from a medical standpoint, Harley delivered the guaranteed kill shot. Kim's punch, while well placed, is a one in a million shot. There are no promises of her severing that vein with ever punch. I have to give the edge to Harley Quinn." The camera focused on Geoff for the final vote.
Our experts are split on who will gain the edge in Martial Arts Abilities. Who will triumph? Who will be, the Deadliest Warrior?
(Pause TV)
Danny: It's about time you finished this chapter
Me: Believe it or not, I had to research all the science used in this chapters.
Danny: Yea, and write that COPS: Equestria story.
Me: Bite your tongue, Danny. The Bronies don't like wise guys.
Danny: Anyway, I hope you are back on your game with the Fusion Series.
Me: (lights cigarette) I am. So who do you like for this test?
Danny: Honestly, I have to favor Harley. Skulker, Plasmius, Technus, all of them have fought dirty. Only reason I survived them is because I'm half dead.
Me: Really? Not backing Kim.
Danny: (shakes head)
Me: A true surprise from our guest. Now it is your turn to vote. Click the review button at the bottom of the page. Tell us all who you think will win. Who will be the Deadliest Warrior?