The story has elements of both Dark War storyline and DemonxBunny's Masters of the Multiverse, so all credit goes to both Impact Wrestling and DemonxBunny. I do not own the characters, only the OCs. The story is entirely fictional.
Characters may look and act different than they do in real life. This was done intentionally, and things will change over time in this story, so please be patient.
Rating: M, for violence, coarse language, and mature themes/events that will appear throughout this story. Remember, this is Femslash, so if that's not your thing, you may not like this story.
Pairings: Allie/Rosemary (DemonxBunny), others over time.
Aftermath of the Dark War Chapter 35: Tournament Games Part 3: Fight for The Ages by Jurassicfatt
Allie's Pov, Omni Sports Tournament, Colosseum, Afternoon
Although my legs are a bit stiff, all that running has got my adrenaline going. I feel really pumped up after my Jungle Trek win. But I need to calm down. I'm definitely going to need a nice relaxing shower after these events, especially this next one. Combat. I hope that amateur wrestling I did in college will help me out with this. Chelsea comes to stand next to me on the podium, mumbling to herself.
"Got to win. Got to win. For Allysin. And for me." she says, before looking at me, then at Mervin. The robed man taps the microphone a few times to gain the crowd's attention, before speaking.
"Great patrons! We know it must be sweltering in this heat. If you require any sort of nourishment or beverage, our great vendors are there to service your needs. But now, it is time for the final event!" he screams, eliciting yells and cries from the audience. Soldiers run from the entrance gate, carrying various weapons and items. They toss them around, scattering them all over the ground. Our surroundings begin to change yet again. The orange sandy floor turns a charcoal black. Lights shine from the rim of the arena walls directly towards the middle. A large, four-sided ring rises from the ground, with its black ring posts/turnbuckles, bright red ring ropes and white canvas bottom. The ring aprons are black, their curtains moving slightly in the wind.
"So, our contestants have had to battle in water and jungle terrain, against enemies both real and imaginary. Now, they must fight each other. Alone, in single combat. May I present the third event: Battle at Crossroads!" The word Crossroads then appears on the ring aprons in gold writing, the crowd applauding momentarily. "The object of the game is straightforward: fight your opponent until they yield. Yielding can be done verbally or by taping out. No killing or maiming will be allowed for this event. No low-blows or interference either. Weapons have been scattered across the Colosseum's floor. Use them to your advantage. Now, is everyone ready?" The crowd cheers. "Stupendous! Ladies, will you please enter the ring."
Chelsea and I walk to opposite sides of the ring. Chelsea climbs onto the ring apron, turns, and does her signature 'Shush' gesture. Many people in the crowd begin to scream her name, while others wave signs of her. I walk up to the ring and grab the rope, its smooth texture surprising me; I was expecting it to be rough, like the ladders from the boat in the first event. I climb and turn to the crowd, suddenly feeling like the whole arena has its eyes on me. I can faintly hear Rebel cheering. I smile and wave to the crowd, and almost immediately about a third of them begin to cheer and chant.
"Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!" Wow, I wasn't expecting that big of a reaction! Bending down, I go in between the first and second ropes, entering the ring. I stand at one corner, Chelsea directly in front of me in the other. We look at each other, then at Mervin. "Okay, humble patrons! This event needs a countdown. Will you be so kind?" The audience chants yes over and over again. "The third and final match will start in…" Mervin lifts three fingers, then chants along with the crowd. "3! 2! 1! NOW!" *DING DING DING*.
Chelsea and I lock eyes. I put my fists up, Chelsea doing the same. We circle each other, trying to look for an opening. The two of us lock arms. She pushes me, but I push back. She kicks my stomach, the sole of her shoe digging into my abdomen. A sharp pain hits me for a second, before I fall to the ground. I clutch my stomach, and Chelsea quickly gets on top of me and starts laying punches. I cover up to try and block them. Chelsea stops, then laughs in my face. I seize the opportunity and land a punch of my own, my knuckles hitting her cheek. The force of the punch knocks her off me, Chelsea holding her face from the hit. We both slowly use our hands to push ourselves to a kneeling position, then get back on our feet.
We lock up again, but this time Chelsea gets the upper hand and pushes me into a corner. She digs her shoulder into my waist three times, knocking the wind out of me. She then pins my arms behind the ropes and smacks me on the chest, the back of her hand ripping across it and the collision echoing out.
SLAP! I take a sharp intake of breath at the sting, moving one hand to grab above my heart. She brings my arm behind the rope again, pushes me back into an upright position and lays another chop. SLAP! I immediately grab my chest again, panting for air. Damn that hurts! She's only smacked me twice and I can already see the redness on my skin. She grabs my arm to pin it again, but I fight back this time. She punches me in the gut, the area still tender from her earlier kick. She finally gets my arm back behind the rope, preparing to chop me again. This time I'm ready. Removing my other arm from the rope, I move to the side, Chelsea's hand hitting the turnbuckle. She yelps and grabs it as I duck under her arms, grab her waist, and switch our positions, driving my shoulder into her midsection a few times. She coughs out in pain. I grab her arms, pin them back behind the ropes and lay a few chops of my own.
SLAP! Slap! Slap! Open palm and backhands, over and over. Chelsea shoves me off her with her foot and tries to smack me. I roll under her, turn around and hit her with a clothesline. The crowd begins cheering 'BUNNY!' again. As Chelsea gets back up to her feet, I run to hit her with another clothesline. She drops to the floor, dodges my attack and rolls out of the ring. I slide under the ring ropes in hot pursuit. She's going for a long black item with a white square at the end. I try to beat her to it, but she grabs it and whacks me with the stick.
SMACK! Buzz! At first, the hard wood of the stick collides with my back, but then I feel an electric jolt shock one part of the skin. I fall to the ground, arching my back in pain.
"Ahhh!" I yell, wincing as I touch the spot. Feels like when you get a bad static electric shock. Ow. Chelsea stands over me, staff in hand. She twirls it, before shocking me with the white square tip again, right in the stomach. Buzz! "Ahhh! Damn it!" I clutch my stomach, the shock bringing a burning pain to it. I turn over, Chelsea shocking me again. Buzz! I clutch at my hip area where she struck. I get onto my knees, crawling on the bristling black sand, eyeing a stick of some sort a few feet away. She shocks me again, this time to the kidney. BUZZ! I grit my teeth, the shock reverberating throughout my body. That one really hurt. But still I crawl, grabbing handfuls of sand as I scratch and claw my way over to the now visible kendo stick. I grab the end of it, but Chelsea puts her boot on my hand, pinning my fingers between her sole and the object.
"Had enough?" she asks. I glare at her, before she shocks me again, right to the middle of my back. I fall to the ground face first, the pain too intense this time. "Hahaha! Guess I win. Just give up and it's over, Bunny." she singsongs. I don't move, but she shocks me again.
"Ahhh!"
"Give up! You're not good enough." she tells me. I shake my head. She shocks me again, causing me to yelp out. "Come on! Give up!" I hear Chelsea say, her voice angry. My mind is still focused on the pain. So much pain. I can barely handle it. I'm panting like crazy, trying to get a hold of myself. I need to keep going. It could be worse, right? Like when Cherry shocked me and laughed. I feel my anger rising at the memory. I get to my hands and knees, but Chelsea shocks me again. Then, I hear a familiar voice scream out.
"ALLIE!" I look up, the sun's glare in my eyes. I put my hand up to block it and see Rosemary standing behind the railing, looking directly at me from the stands and banging her hands against it.
"R-, Rosemary?" I ask weakly.
"Allie! You don't have to do this! Not for me!" she says. Chelsea looks at Rosemary.
"I, argh! I have to." I respond, looking up at her. Her face is filled with worry. "I can take it." Chelsea shocks me again, and I scream out. Rosemary hands clutch the handrail, yelling my name. Chelsea shocks me once more, then doesn't move for a few seconds, waiting for my next move.
Suddenly, I hear Rosemary's voice again. "Come on Allie! Get up! I believe in you! I know you can do it!" I look up again. I watch as she turns around to the crowd. "Come on! ALLIE! ALLIE!" she chants, the crowd joining soon after. Rosemary's trying to give me strength. She believes in me, and so do Rebel, Cal, and the fans in the crowd. I've got to do this. I can't give up now, not when I'm halfway there. I grab Chelsea's waist and pull myself to my knees. She shocks me again, but as much as it hurts, letting Rosemary down would hurt more. My knees buckle, but I need to keep going. I'm tired of people pushing me around all the time. I punch Chelsea hard in the leg, causing her to yell out.
"Ahhh! Stop it!" She pushes me to the ground, trying to shock me again. I'm ready for it this time. I kick the stick away with my left foot, and then kick Chelsea in the chest with my right. Grabbing the kendo stick, I use it as a crutch to bring myself to my feet. Chelsea runs and tries to hit me with the stick, but I duck, dodging her attack. Turning around, I smack her back as hard as I can with my weapon, the bamboo ripping across the skin.
Crack! She arches her back, her arms going up as she rolls around, trying to get rid of the stinging pain. She tries to get up, but I hit her again. Crack!
"AHHH!" Chelsea yells, rolling around again.
"Do you give up?" I ask.
"N-No!" I hit her again. Crack! "AH!" Crack! The kendo stick's bamboo is starting to splinter, and red marks are forming on Chelsea's back. She's lying on the ground, one hand clutching her back, the other on her left boot. I go to hit her again, but she throws sand in my eyes. My eyes begin to tear up and I blink rapidly, using my hand to remove the coarse granules. I can barely make out Chelsea moving to an upright position. She's grabbed something from her boot and is getting up. She puts it on her knuckles, then tries to hit me in the face. I block with my arm, then feel hard metal smacking against my skin. I yell out, whatever she hit me with leaving a throbbing pain above my elbow. She tries to hit me again, but I break the last of the kendo stick against her stomach, causing her to wheeze and fall to her knees. Finally removing what's left of the sand from my eyes, I look down at my arm. A bruise, brown, forming right above the elbow. Looking at Chelsea, I see she's dropped a pair of brass knuckles on the ground. Chelsea goes to grab them, but I kick them away before she can. "NO!"
Chelsea tackles me to the ground, straddling me and laying punches on my head and chest. I cover up, before I flip our positions and begin laying punches on her. She blocks my hits to her head and chest, so I turn and aim for her upper thighs and knees instead, landing at least six punches. She kicks me off, trying to grab a metal tray. I grab it too, the two of us playing tug of war for it. Chelsea wins and tries to smack me with it. I duck, barely missing her hit. As she turns around, I superkick the tray from her hands. She comes close and tries to punch me, but I block every shot. I try to punch her, but her guard is up and she successfully blocks me, too. Chelsea grabs my hair and yanks on it, pulling me closer to her. I break her grip by punching her chest a few times, then get out of her hold. I push her away. She tries to go for another punch, but I'm quicker than her. I run and knee her in the stomach, the action making her groan in pain. I then put her in a headlock. "Give up!" I scream.
"Never!" She punches me in the kidney, still sore from her shock. I let go of her and Chelsea smacks me across the back. She grabs my head, but I land a back elbow to her face. I grab her head and begin to run, bringing her with me. I jump and use my weight to force her head to the ground in a bulldog maneuver. I then grab her arm and pull it behind her, putting her into a chicken wing submission.
"Ahhh!" Chelsea screams out, clawing at the ground with her other hand.
"Tap!" I yell. She shakes her head, twisting around to escape my submission, before finally turning herself over. She kicks me in the leg, then the chest. I fall onto my back. She gets up, grabs my legs and turns me onto my stomach. Chelsea grabs my head and smashes it into the dirt a few times, the sand sticking to my face and hair.
"Ha! Not so tough now, huh?" she taunts. I grit my teeth and elbow her stomach, then grab her boot and pull her to the ground. I grab her head and give her the same treatment, smashing her face into the sand. A few faceplants later, Chelsea puts her hands on the ground to stop herself, before grabbing my face and headbutting me.
"OW!" we both say simultaneously, holding our foreheads. Nobody wins in a headbutt. We crawl away from each other, then get to our feet. I raise my head and stare directly at Chelsea. She does the same, her brown eyes showing she's determined as ever. Her lip is split on the left side, and the skin on her back and stomach is red from my kendo stick shots. Touching a hand to my cheek, I feel a small cut right in the middle, then look to the bruise on my arm.
I hear Rebel and Rosemary cheering among the crowd. I turn to see her waving a flag next to Cal. But I can also hear Allysin Kay and many of the fans cheering for Chelsea. Chelsea turns to look at her, then turns her attention back towards me. We both want the same thing. We're both fighting to win this match. Fighting for ourselves, and for those we care about. Regardless of all her drinking, tipsy behaviour, and the ways she's tried to cheat, Chelsea won't give up easily. She's proven that. And regardless of my inexperience, shyness, and the exhaustion creeping up on me, I haven't given in either. And I don't plan to. If you put those things in perspective, we actually share a lot in common. Can't believe it took us kicking each other's asses for me to see that. We look at all the damage we've done to each other. All the cuts, scrapes, and bruises on our flesh. Chelsea stares at them, nodding to herself. "Not bad." she mutters. She then nods her head to me, almost as a sign of respect. I do the same. She grabs a kendo stick nearby on the ground. I search the floor and find a small wooden shield, quite flimsy and light. It is red in color and smooth, the varnish on its wood shining in the afternoon sun. The two of us look at each other.
"Ready to lose?" she sasses to me, trying to keep up her mean demeanor.
"Are you?" I sass back. Chelsea chuckles. She twirls the kendo stick, as I grab a hold of my shield. The two of us bolt for one another, Chelsea running with the kendo stick high while I point the shield firmly in front of me. She swings and hits the shield with her weapon, then kicks me in the leg. She swings again, but I block it, the two objects bouncing from the blow. I shove her back with the shield, bringing her to one knee. She swings low, hitting my thigh. I scream and bring my arm down for a second. She capitalizes. She hits my left arm with the stick, the Crack echoing out as I drop the shield and grab the sore spot with my other hand. She then cracks it against my side, and I thrash away as the pain shoots through me. She tosses the broken remains of the kendo stick away and puts me in a waist lock. She then grabs my left arm, twists it into an armbar, and holds it behind my back.
"Give in Bunny! Give in." Chelsea says, mocking my nickname. I roll forward to get out of the hold, then twist her arm and put her in the same lock. She does the same maneuver, rolling forward to escape, before shoving me away. She punches me in the chest, but I give one right back to her. We lock up again, before I knee her thigh. She pushes me back and runs away, albeit slower than before. I chase after her. She grabs a meter-long chain from the ground. It glows red as she does so. Chelsea whips it at me. I dodge the first whip, but the second one lands on my left arm, the chain wrapping itself around it. "Yes!" she cheers, then grabs a hold and uses the chain to smash me into the ring post, the metal smacking against my right side.
Bang! "Ow!" Chelsea yanks the chain again, causing me to lose my footing and land knees first on the ground. She whips part of the chain again, hitting my side with it. I wince in pain, the chain's warm metal rings colliding with my shoulder. I try to remove it with my right hand, but the chain is wrapped pretty tight. My arm feels numb, like the blood pressure tests nurses and doctors give you at check-ups, except a lot more painful. Seeing no other option, I grab the chain with both hands and pull Chelsea towards me. She slides a few steps forward, landing on one knee, before synching her feet in place and pulling me again. I wrap more of the chain around my arm, take a step forward, pull her closer and repeat. Soon enough, we're less than five feet from each other. I pull her to me and punch her down. She lets go of the chain, and the item unravels itself from my arm almost instantly. I grab my left arm, opening and closing my hand to get blood flowing back into it.
I turn my attention to Chelsea. She's back in the ring, bent over and scrambling for a weapon on the other side. I slide into the ring and run to her, but she quickly kicks my leg, bringing me to her level. She then jumps me, the two of us rolling around, both trying to land punches. She gets up and grabs my leg again, but I connect my boot to her chin. She falls to the ground and I know I've got a chance. I grab her legs, hook them under my arms, turn her onto her stomach and go into a sitting position above her. I pull back on her legs, her knees bending as she screams out from the torque on her lower half. I've put her into a Boston crab submission. Chelsea continues to scream, clawing at the canvas and trying to grab the rope. I pull her towards the middle of the ring and put more pressure, sitting even farther down on Chelsea's back and pulling her legs deeper into the hold. She cries out, screaming "No!" over and over.
"Come on!" I yell. The crowd is going nuts, some cheering, some booing. Chelsea lifts herself on her hands, inching her way closer and closer to the ropes. Trying desperately to grab them and pull herself out of the ring, I'm guessing. She tries to reach for them, but I pull her back to the middle of the ring again. She bangs her head against the ground, screaming even more. She tries again, crawling her way to the rope, but I simply pull on her legs even more. She screams out in pain, lifts her hand up and finally taps herself out, no longer able to withstand the hold.
I let her go as the audience pops, roaring at the top of their lungs. It takes a moment to register. My emotions are all over the place. I put my hands in front of my face, crying tears of joy as I realize what just happened. I did it. I actually did it! I won! Mervin goes into the ring, helping me up. He grabs my hand and lifts it above my head. "And the winner of the tri-fecta event: Allie the Bunny!"
I look at the stands. I see Rebel jumping up and down, Cal is high-fiving the other girls, while Rosemary is yelling with both arms up. Mervin lets go of my arm. I feel the ring shift beneath my feet. Looking down, I see Chelsea sitting up, a hand holding her back while the other rests on her neck. She's panting hard, trying to regain her breath. Chelsea shakes her head, then bangs both hands against the mat in frustration, before covering her face with them. Still recovering from the brutal match, I slowly make my way over to her.
"Hey, Chelsea?" She brings her hands down, and looks at me. The determination in her eyes from a moment ago is completely gone, replaced by shock and sadness. "You did really good out there." I then put my hand out to help her up. Her eyes go wide, her mouth slightly open. She searches my face, assumingly to see if I'm lying. She then moves her head between my face and my outstretched hand. She seems taken aback, both by my compliment and gesture. Just as she's about to reach out, Allysin Kay arrives. Chelsea looks at her, then slaps my hand away and rolls out of the ring. Allysin glares at me, then puts Chelsea's arm around her shoulder as the two make their way towards the exit gate. I slowly get out of the ring and Vivian comes up to me, a gold title belt in hand.
"Congratulations, Ms. Allie. You have won the tri-sports tournament event and have gained the right to remain at the Games."
"Thank you." She hands me the belt. It reads "Tri-sport Champion: Allie", in big bold letters. I put it on, eliciting a small applause from the crowd.
"That is yours, for winning the event." She then stares at Allysin and Chelsea leaving the Colosseum. "And I will personally ensure that Ms. Allysin Kay pays for Assassin Rosemary's salary cut." I turn to see Rosemary, Rebel, and Cal, along with the other makeup artists, coming to congratulate me. As soon as Rosemary is close, I hug her tightly. She hugs back, carefully as to not squeeze my bruised arms and torso. We pull back to look at each other.
"You did it! You won, Bunny!" Rosemary says.
"I know!" We hug one more time, before Rosemary lets me go, Rebel following up with another hug.
"Wait to go Allie! I knew you could do it!" she gushes. I groan a bit, her hug constricting some of the bruising on my skin. The other makeup girls all congratulate me one by one. Cal puts a hand tenderly on my shoulder and does the same. Vivian begins to sniff suddenly, coming closer to us.
"What is that scent?" she asks, looking directly at Cal. "A strong male sorcerer." She slithers up to him, places her hand ever so gently on his chest and slowly rubs up and down. He gulps. "My word, Ms. Allie. You did not inform me you were friends with such a… delectable specimen."
Rosemary clears her throat, covering her eyes with one hand. Rebel's mouth has dropped open. A few of the makeup artists are snickering, while Cal remains motionless. Vivian speaks again.
"After tonight, I'll be holding a private festivity at my tent complex. Very few invites, many drinks to offer. Won't you come?" she offers, lingering on the last word before pulling Cal down to whisper in his ear. "I will make it worth your while." She then pushes him off, Cal still standing there like a statue. "Congratulations again, Ms. Allie. Please enjoy the rest of the Tournament. Mervin!"
"Yes, great hostess?" Mervin mutters.
"You and I must have a chat about your conduct regarding the judges, and the episode with the summoning cauldron. Favoritism must not be allowed, and you failed to enforce that rule. It is time to re-evaluate your position here." Vivian then slithers away, Mervin following behind her.
"Come on Allie. Let's go celebrate girl!" Rebel offers, the other makeup artists agreeing. She grabs my arm, but I wince in pain. Rosemary comes close to take a look.
"Better get you to a healer tent first. Maybe an ice bath, too." She offers a shoulder, and I give in, putting my arm around her as she helps me to walk. Her silky black hair tickles my arm as we walk out of the exit gate and continue towards the tent. When we get there, a few healers sit me down and begin casting spells to heal me and numb the pain. They bandage up my left arm and prepare a few bags of ice. I turn to Rosemary, telling her about what I did to the snake in the second event, and how I heard Mitchell's voice right after. Cal scans me.
"And?" I ask.
"I can't be certain, but there does seem to be more activity than before. We were unable to see the event transpire, so I cannot say for certain." he writes. Great.
"Could they have caused the summoning cauldron to stop working?" I ask.
"Perhaps. Given how powerful Certrius is, it is quite possible." Cal responds. I look down at my bruising arm, pictures of the two Warlords coming to mind.
"Hey." Rosemary cuts in. I turn my head to look at her. "I'm glad you told us. Maybe Cal can get more information from this and figure out a way to stop them. For now, let's look at the bright side of things. You won, Allie! On your first try, you became a champ in a tournament!"
"I know. I'm still a bit in shock about it." I admit, taking 2 ice bags. I place one on my shoulder, and another on my stomach. Who would have ever thought I could win something like this? "I'm glad you'll be getting the pay you deserve. I feel bad that you can't come celebrate."
"It's fine, Allie. I'm not even sure if you should."
"Don't you worry, Cuz. Cal and I will make sure Allie is well taken care of." Rebel asserts.
"Are you sure you can't come?" I ask again.
"Yeah, I'm still on guard duty. But you should have some fun. You won the title after all. I promise, we'll celebrate when I finish guarding. Okay?"
"Okay." I slowly get up and give her another hug. She rolls her eyes.
"What's with you and hugging?" I shrug.
"Hugs always make things better. Give one to someone when you're happy, when they are happy, and every time in between. My Dad always told me that, and I think it works out pretty well." Rosemary smiles.
"You and your damned cuteness." I blush, grinning widely at her comment. A soldier comes in asking for her. "I'll be right out. I've got to go. You going to be okay here? I don't want you to wear yourself out if you're in too much pain."
"I think I'll be okay. I'll make sure to take it easy. You go do your guarding thing."
"Come on, Cuz. Skedaddle! Allie and I got some celebrating to do!" Rebel announces. Rosemary rolls her eyes again. She looks at me.
"Take it easy, and go have some fun. I'll be at the tent around 10-ish." She gives me one last smile before leaving with the soldier. I get up from the bunk, still icing my wounds. About an hour later, the healing spells seemed to have dulled most of the pain, so I grab my clothes and go into another room to change out of my gear. After slowly putting on my shoes, I head with Rebel, Cal and the other makeup girls to one of the serving tents. Essentially, a bar tent, with loads of alcohol and other beverages. I grab whatever wood pulp drink I can find and down it pretty quickly. It still tastes awful, but my body is craving food. I grab another and swirl my straw around, pondering what Rosemary wants to tell me tonight. Maybe Rebel knows? I guess there's no harm in asking her.
Author's Note: Hey everybody. Hope you've been well. So, we've finally finished the tri-sports event, and what a finale! A really unique and violent wrestling-style match. Allie and Chelsea fought their heart out, and in the end, the Bunny won! I just had to include the Crossroads event from her time in Impact; it's too iconic of a moment for the Bunny not to have. Allie goes to get some healing, telling Cal and Rosemary what happened during Jungle Trek with the snake. Now she'll be celebrating her win with Cal and Rebel, while pondering what Rosemary wants to talk with her about back at their tent. Tune in next time to see the fallout of the tri-sports event.
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