Note: the voice of Death is in bold and all caps...death is the godarena ref.

“Welcome all once again to the GODARENA!!!”

Blairs over the pa system as several tiny hover cams fly around the arena and the Godtron flashes images of horrific deaths and brutal beatings that took place in the old godarena.

 Kenshin: “This is bound to be a good opening event for the Godarena!”

Majin Vegita: “you really think so?  Get me a beer!”

Kenshin: “you can go get your own fucking beer!”

Majin Vegita: “Fine then….where’s that damn Mark or Justin or whatever that bitches name was….”

Kenshin: “He retired after Blackbourne used his balls to play miniture golf.”

“I BELIEVE THAT IT IS TIME TO START THE MATCH”

Kenshin: “good point grim…we have an interesting clash of veterans and rookies here tonight this should be a good starting event!”

Majin Vagita: “and of course to start we have Merak verses Magnok.”

Kenshin: “Magnoks new to the arena and Merak is a veteran who hasn’t won a match during the old days…lets see if these past few years of training payed off fo Merak.”

Majin Vegita: “Yeah …and the looser of this match becomes my new bitch.”

“HERE COMES THE COMPEDITORS”

Marek Vs. Magnok

Dark Side Of The Moon Match

            The display screen that towers above the ring suddenly flashes to life. The audience’s first view gives them a close up of the glowing red eyes of the vampire, Kain. They are the brightest points in a very grey, dark atmosphere. The picture slowly draws back, revealing his grim, pale face, white hair, and black armor. In the far distance, stars adorn the sky much more clearly than any night on Earth.

            “We are here,” Kain announces, “for the Dark Side of the Moon match. The rules and fighting ground are, as you can see, a little different.” Kain points out the ground, which can now be seen as the moon, dusty and white as the vampire’s face. The picture is extremely murky. “This fight will take place in an enclosed atmospheric field.” Kain walks over to the edge of the ring and leans on a clear, glassy wall. “If a fighter gets knocked out of the ring, well.” Kain grins, revealing his fangs. “Let’s just say it won’t be pleasant.”

            He walks back to the center of the ring. “As for the new rules, there is a time limit on this match. Since both combatants are vampires, the fight must be won before the moon rotates towards the sun.” The vampire looks to the far side of the horizon where the sun will eventually come up. “Although many vampires have developed an immunity to sunlight these days, the sunlight is much more intense up here without the protection of the Earth’s atmosphere.” His red eyes glare at the audience. “If the fight is not won before sun-up, both combatants will die.”

Majin Vegita: "I like that this promises to be a nasty bout."

            Suddenly two flashes of energy appear at either side of Kain. The resemble television fuzz, and the magnetic backlash causes some of Kain’s long white hair to reach out to the static. Then the energy dissipates, and both combatants can only stare at each other. The tall Magnok stares down at the slightly shorter, yet more muscular Marek. Both combatants are vampires, garbed all in black, yet seem to be polar opposites. Magnok seems sharp and sophisticated with his long hair and silk shirt, whereas Marek is decidedly rougher with his short black hair and leather trench coat. 

             “Begin,” Kain instructed. Marek had no hesitation for the new fighter. With blinding speed, even for a vampire, Marek punches Magnok square in the face. The sophisticated vampire doubles back, trying not to fall, although his nose is now bent and bleeding. No mercy in his mind, Marek follows with a quick knee to Magnok’s stomach, which does little more than throw the vampire off-balance. It is Marek’s next move, a double-fisted blow on the back, which pounds Magnok into the floor. The mood dust is forced up like flour in a windstorm, emphasizing the force of the blow.

            Marek can only laugh, half-maniacally half genuinely entertained, as Magnok grunts and pulls himself to his feet. Then Kain snickers as dignifiedly as he can manage as Marek bursts out into a full-fledged fit of laughing. “Oh, by the seven hells, you’re a riot,” Marek taunts. “What sort of vampire are you?”

            Magnok looks down to find his once black attire completely covered in white moon dust. Frustrated, he grits his teeth and kicks the imprint of himself that lies in on the ground. Snarling, Magnok suddenly disappears. Marek rolls his eyes and turns around. Magnok’s katana gleams in the starlight as it skims through the air at tremendous velocity. Marek’s red eyes glow as he catches the long blade in his hand, snapping it in two before letting it fall. Blood drips from the vampire’s hand onto the sterile ground, but the vampire is none the worse for wear.

            “Wha… what?” It’s all Magnok can manage to say as he stares at his opponent.

            “Next time,” Marek hisses, running to the other vampire, his strides leaving a trail of dust behind him. “Prepare better.” Another sharp uppercut and Magnok is flung against the outer wall of the ring. Marek follows him relentlessly, jumping up and slamming the dust-covered vampire’s head into glassy surface. Small cracks split the glass, and Marek smiles. “Let’s take this outside.”

Majin Vegita: "ohhh it looks like Magnoks getting taught a lesson from one of our very own whipping boys"

Kenshin: "I think that Marek is definitely proving himself tonight."

            Grabbing Magnok’s silk shirt, Marek lifts him over his head and hurls him at the opposite wall with all his might. Magnok shatters the glass and is assisted outside by the vacuum on space. His landing is cushioned by the lack of gravity. Inside the ring, the air turns into a maelstrom as it tries to escape through the shattered glass. Kain falls to his knees, bracing himself against the wind as his hair whips after it like vines come alive. Marek, on the other hand, rides the momentum.

            Ice has already started to form on Magnok’s lips as he pulls himself up on shaking arms. He barely has time to react before Marek it upon him. The vampire’s tussle on the ground, punching and kicking each other in the dust as they wrestle for domination. Finally, Magnok comes out on top, straddling Marek. Magnok grins, the caked white blood from his broken nose running between his chattering teeth. He begins to punch Marek in the stomach, who bites down to resist screaming in pain. Magnok’s punched become increasingly faster and harder, until he finally break’s through the other vampire’s skin. Magnok yells in glory as he tears into Marek’s insides, pulling them out like a child ripping the wrapping paper off a birthday present.

"THIS REMINDS ME OF BLACKBOURNE AT CHRISTMAS"

            Marek groans in agony through gritted teeth. Then his eyes snap open with sharp concentration. Magnok looks into the fiendish glow and hesitates. “Have a nice trip,” Marek manages to hiss as he grabs Magnok by the shoulders and kicks him off with inhuman strength towards the horizon. Uneasily, the now powder-caked Marek stands up, holding his intestines to his stomach and pushing them back in with little thought. He watches at Magnok uncontrollably drifts towards the horizon, flipping and tumbling in the near-gravity-free environment.

            Magnok’s eyes widen in horror, the orange sunlight glinting off the vampire’s eyes. He screams a bloodcurdling cry for help as he crosses from the realm of the shadows to the sunny side of the moon. His clothes ignite immediately in a burst of flames as Magnok’s white skin begins to bake, turning tan, then brown, then black. He gargles sounds of agony as he floats helplessly into brighter and brighter territory. He burns like a star with the red-orange glow himself, skin blowing off him as ash revealing a quickly blackening skeleton. Marek makes the motion to look at his hands, though his eyes trickle out of their sockets like marshmallow, creating white canals that bake into brown rivers. Then the fire burns itself out, and the black skeleton of Magnok falls upon the white surface of the moon.

            Marek slowly walks back to the dome, his teeth chattering despite himself as his hand freezes to his innards that he is holding in.

            Kain turns to the audience, a playfully evil smile on his lips. “We have a winner. The Dark Side of the Moon match goes to Marek.”

Kenshin: "That was an incredible win for Marek...I must say though I didn't expect that to be the outcome."

Majin Vegita: "I'm just happy I don't have to clean that up."

Rayn Vs. Findo Gask

Kenshin: “Well on to the next match …”

Majin Vegita: “Magnok reincarnate and get me my fucking beer!”

Kenshin: “Rayn and Findo Gask two former members of one of the most evil trios ever to grace the Godarena coliseum.  That’s right in the background Find Blackbourne and Rayn were getting ready to unleash the most disturbing alliance ever to take place and of course it shut down before it was possible.”

Majin Vegita: “Yeah but since then Findo realized Rayn had something he wanted…what that is, maybe we’ll find out tonight.

Kenshin: “Here they come!”

            The speakers blare “Somewhere I Belong” as every head in the stadium turns to the main gate. Rayn with his trademark white hair and black trench coat solemnly walks down the aisle. His face shows no sign of enthusiasm, no adrenaline. The only sign of life that flickers across his face is the dim green glow of his only visible eye. He walks to the center of the arena silently and stands awaiting his opponent.

            Findo Gask does not disappoint. While Linkin Park still deafens the arena with tormented vocals, a rift in the very fabric of space appears. The priest garbed in black and purple robes steps from the billowing haze of non-existence, The Book of the Void clutched tightly to his chest.

            YOU KNOW THE RULES, Death states routinely, although he is moderately interested in seeing the outcome of this fight between these two who exist outside his domain.

            No words are exchanged between the combatants; they merely stare at each other. An amused smile stretches across Gask’s wrinkled lips as his fingers tense in anticipation. Rayn returns the smile with one of his own, a cocky grin assuring his superior magic ability.

            Death, too, seems to be smiling as he steps back. Of course, skulls always seem to be smiling. His grim voice cuts the air, LET THE MATCH BEGIN.

            It begins with a bang, literally. The crowd grows silent to the sonic boom sound of a miniature implosion. Rayn raises his arm in front of him, and his green eye glows electrically as a ball of blue-white energy forms in his hand. The air around Findo Gask grows foggy like a winter evening, and then suddenly a shattering sound is heard as crystal compounds on crystal. Like a bursting firework, a star of ice explodes from the center of the priest’s chest. The frozen pikes impale the old man, tearing his chest apart with such force that the audience seated behind him is rained upon by chilled chunks of reddened flesh. Some scream and turn away, some manage to keep their eyes on Gask long enough to see the final icicle spring through Gask’s head. The priest can only stare up, his wide eyes crossed as they unconsciously stare at the pike. The blood does not run the ice is so cold; it only adorns the edge of the icicle as sparkling red crystals. His hand has not move from The Book of the Void.

            Then Gask blinks, and his eyes turn on Rayn as the old man smiles. A dark fog overtakes the smoking ice in the hot arena air. The chunks of Gask that lay on the laps of the audience dissipate into nothingness, and as the darkness fades, Gask once again stands just as he did before the match.

Majin Vegita: “If I was Rayn right now I would cry like a little bitch.”

            Rayn’s mouth falls slightly agape, just enough so his pale lips part, but it is enough to give away his surprise.

            Gask opens his book, and black clouds form in the arena, blocking out the lights. A burning wind blows, and the pages of the book turn wildly, millions of pages, there seems to be no end to the book, the pages go on flipping. “You didn’t think that would hurt me, did you?” he asks as the book begins to glow a deep crimson. Then the sky lightens to that shade of crimson. Suddenly the pages stop turning, and the crowd can see by Gask’s expression that the book has reached a final page not by an actual end of the book, but by Gask’s great will. “Let me read to you from my own Book of Revelation,” he offers with a composed smile. “Let me tell you about your Bright Future.”

            Lightning crackles in the sky, as the book turns black. Bats fly from the pages like words come alive, growing larger and larger until they become full fledged demons, muscular with hoofed feet and huge wings. The glowing red eyes of ten demons focus on their prey. Rayn turns his eyes skyward as energy surges up from inside him. His hair and coat seem to be caught in an upward gale even though the audience members are holding onto their hats and smaller loved one’s. All threaten to be blown away by Gask’s apocalyptic storm. A ball of lightning appears above Rayn, striking at the demons. The streams of energy seek them out, frying them into cinders, which catch in the wind and blow onto the audience.

Kenshin: “Well it looks like Rayn has turned the tables.”

Majin Vegita: “The Match ain’t over yet”

            One unfortunate spectator caught in mid-yawn inhales the demonic dust. The poor spectator feels the fiery ashes travel down his throat and congregate in his stomach, the sum of many demons mating and feasting in his bile. His abdomen burbles and swells as frothy blood foams from the mans mouth. Then a monstrous clawed hand tears through the mans stomach. The man screams a bubbling, gargling shriek as his is torn in two. A new demon, black skinned and glistening with the shine of the man’s blood, picks the remnants of the man’s intestines from it’s arms, unfurls it’s wings, and takes off at Rayn.

Majin Vegita: “HOLY SHIT!!!!”

            Rayn draws his white staff to block the demon’s first blow, but the demon’s sheer size overpowers the mage. The demon’s weight forces Rayn the arena floor. The mage’s skin scraped off his cheek as he skids across the floor. When he finally lifts his head to look up, his white hair is stained red. He rolls just in time for the demon to slam its hooves into Rayn’s chest, breaking ribs and crushing Rayn’s organs into a fine condensed layer of tissue. Rayn winces, closing his eyes tightly to avoid giving Gask the pleasure of hearing him cry out in pain. The green glow is cut off. The demon laughs a hissing snort like a horse’s, gloating over his victim. Then, with an air of finality, the demon palms Rayn’s head, its long talons cutting into the mage’s neck. It pulls up with all it unearthly might; yet nothing happens. He pulls again, but Rayn’s neck will not be snapped.

            Death lowers his head and folds his hands in front of him.

            “Enough!” Gask orders, frustrated. His eyes flicker with mild annoyance, his cool demeanor giving way to something darker. He waves his hand, and the demon disappears. Then Gask walks up to Rayn’s fallen form, the mage still alive and managing a smile despite his predicament of being plastered to the ground. Black energy smoked, forming an ancient blade in Gask’s hand. “This ends now.”

            The symbol of a crucifix glows brightly beneath Rayn, then flashes and becomes real, wooden, no longer a simple insignia. Rayn’s vision flickers and fades as black spikes form in his hands and feet, nailing him to the cross. As if pulled by invisible strings, the cross raises itself. Gask walks up to Rayn, now unconscious, too weak to fight as his blood leaks down the grain of the wood. Gask tears the remains of the mage’s bloodstained white shirt off jabs the knife into Rayn’s chest, pulling down and flaying the flesh off Rayn’s chest. The Book of the Void glows greedily in the priest’s hand. The pages call out to Rayn’s newly sliced flesh, which pulses a glow in tune with the pages, a heartbeat of suffering. Energy sparks, transferring between the unconscious Rayn and the book. Suddenly, like a flare, a green sheath of light engulfs Rayn, destroying the cross. The screams of the dead can be heard throughout the audience, shrill like a million banshees.

            Rayn levitates in the air for a moment, his chest reshaping before the audience’s eyes. Then the glow ceases to be, and Rayn falls unceremoniously to the ground, helpless but breathing shallowly.

            Gask curses to himself, staring at the bloodthirsty crowd that cheers for Rayn’s demise, as impossible as that may be.

            ENOUGH, Death announces, knowing the futility of the match. RAYN IS UNABLE TO FIGHT. FINDO GASK HAS WON.

Majin Vegita: "Lets just go on to the next match I've been waiting all night for this."

Zelgodis Vs Blackbourne

Elimination Match

Kenshin: “Well here comes Zelgodis a veteran who has yet to show his true potential in the Godarena but this has been a long awaited match up!”

Majin Vegita: “Yeah a drugged up psycho and an indestructible whiner.”

The arena dims its light as Intravenous Agnostic begins to play over the loud speakers as Zelgodis makes his way solemnly to the ring.  The masked and hooded figure pauses slightly only to give an evil glare to an audience member who booed him on from the beginning but who has now sat down to begin to cry.   Zelgodis then turns back to the arena and continues his decent.

Soon after Zelgodis makes his way into the ring he begins to pull down his mask.  Darkness then fills the arena as a loud crash can be heard along with police sirens.  The light go up as Blackbourne straddles a gas tanker filled with Heroin that appears to have just made the newly found hole in the wall.  “I’ll bring you as close to human as you’ve ever been Zelgodis…When I’m finished tonight you will wish that you had no flesh with which to tear” Blackbourne claims as he jumps of the tanker while yanking a needle out of his right arm that appears to be hooked up to the tanker by a small hose.

Majin Vegita: “Is that beer….oh god tell me that’s beer!!”

I DON’T HAVE TO GO OVER THE RULES…BEGIN

Zelgodis gets no time to eye up Blackbourne as he is already holding on to his jaw and trying to yank down on the rocky chunk.  Zelgodis, dumbstruck by the mode of attack, grabs onto Blackbourne’s arm and glares at him in such a way that made normal me feel like they were being stabbed to death.  “I don’t like your eyes” mutters Blackbourne as he pulls out his heroin claws and stabs them into Zelgodis’s eyes.

Majin Vegita: “I always enjoy watching Blackbourne’s handiwork!”

Zelgodis screams out in pain as he backhands Blackbourne with an immense force that sends him flying back into the tanker, denting it on impact.  Rearing back and holding the sockets that once held his eyes Zelgodis begins to glow in a blue aura of fury.  “Ghozu Vro!!” can faintly be heard coming from Zelgodis’s trebling lips as a shadow that takes the form of some demon or dragon appears near Blackbourne.

Oblivious to what was just said Blackbourne unsheathes his other claw and begins to run at Zelgodis.  The attempt shortened as he is thrown into the sky.  Gallons of blood stain Blackbourne’s shirt as he tries to recollect himself and find out what happened.  He then sees the shadow gaining speed to attack Blackbourne’s Shadow once more.  Blackbourne jumps out of the way hoping it just misses his shadow as well and makes a second attempt.

Zelgodis, wanting to cry at this point keeps his head down as he begins his next plan for attack only hoping that Blackbourne isn’t to close.  But just as he thinks this he feels the vibrations of Blackbourne’s claws breaking off of his chest and grabs for his arm dodging in the meantime to get away from any serious attack.  Holding Blackbourne’s arm with his right Zelgodis pulls out a handful of throwing daggers.  “Shadow Snap!!” he screams as he throws the daggers in all directions at Blackbourne’s feet.  Blackbourne takes another swing as Zelgodis jumps backwards just in time to dodge it.

Kenshin: “I have never seen anyone hold off Blackbourne like this in my life…..Zelgodis is surly proving his worth in the Godarena tonight!!”

Majin Vegita: “He’s not the first one.”

Pissed off at all his attempts failing thus far Blackbourne pulls out a gun screaming, “Fuck you!!! Your Dead!!!” and as everything seems to go into slow motion he spits five hallucinogenic balls of acid and fires five shots into each one, coating the bullets in the substance.  Just as he does this Zelgodis screams, “Dug Haut!!” Two bullets enter Zelgodis into a soft spot in left arm as one ricochets of his forehead right above the eye socket and the other two hit a large mound of earth that is rising and creating a barrier around Zelgodis.

Blackbourne looks at the large mound of earth in wonderment as he attempts to move towards it he finds himself unable to move his foot from that spot and in his annoyment says quite sarcastically, “Hey Uziel, here's another one to throw on the grill…um he’s in the mound!!” gesturing towards the mound he gets a grin as several more blood stains his clothing from new areas on his body.  Once again the shadow demon is after Blackbourne.

From the Mound can be heard “Vlave Howl” and then “Astral Vine” and from there lots of roughing around and crumpling as large chasms open up and let magma flow all over the arena.  Blackbourne’s clothes catch fire as he is singed by the lava, which now formed a tidal wave over his head.  For the first time screams can be heard from Blackbourne as the tidal wave crashes down on him.

His Black charred remains lay on the arena floor as the lava seeped back into the floor and disintegrated.  The mound of earth now busted open by Zelgodis and he pulls himself from the Demon remains that now lay in the pocket of earth.  Barely standing Zelgodis shakes vigorously lifting his head for the first time in this match.

ZELGODIS WINS THIS MATCH

Death declared as Blackbourne’s charred body picks itself up as some innards spill out and begins to walk towards the exit slowly only pausing once to turn.  “Congratulations Zelgodis, This is my retirement match I am pleased to see that someone could actually give me a challenge!” with that Blackbourne turned and left the arena.

Majin Vegita: “God Damn!!  I never seen a competitor who just wouldn’t stay down like that!”

Kenshin: “I share your feeling Vegita…. that’s kind of scary…well we have to clean this up and move on to the next match.”

MAIN EVENT

NEBEL VS. FAH Q

D&D Destruction Match

Kenshin: “And now our long awaited match between our two newest warriors, Nebel and Fah Q. This is our D&D Destruction Match. Let’s see what our warriors have planned for today.”

 Death scanned over their preparations in his mind Skeptically. “WE CAN ONLY HOPE. AND YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT”

             Kefka’s Theme begins to play and fountains of fire spring from the ground. Nebel walks out, waving to the audience. Although short, his chest is puffed in confidence. He walks down the sloped aisle, his feet moving in motion with each step. He smiles devilishly as he stands in the center ring, waiting for his opponent.

            The music fades and the tune switches to Ninja of the Night. The transition to the equally quirky song is well accepted by the audience. Fah Q steps out, with an elven air of dignity. He coolly brushes his long black hair out of his left eye as he smiles for the ladies. With a smirk he takes his first step down the aisle towards the ring. His foot squishes against a piece of bloody innards, which were probably intestines of a pancreas. “Whoa!” Fah Q yells as he skids, slips, and slides on one foot down the aisle, picking up speed with each second.

            Nebel’s eyes bulge as he turns to run, but his short legs don’t carry him far enough. Fah Q slams into Nebel, flinging them both out of the ring and onto the floor.

Majin Vegita: “What a Disgraceful first fight.”

            Death sighs, burying his head in his hands.  The robed harbinger walks to the edge of the ring to see the two men tangled on the floor, bumped, bruised, and battered.

“THE FIGHT IS GOING TO GO TO WHICHEVER ONE OF YOU CAN GET BACK UP HERE.”

            Nebel grumbles. Fah Q is definitively down and out, but all his weight is on the gnome. Pushing with all his might, Nebel shifts our from under Fah and staggers back up onto the ring.

            “WELL, WE HAVE A WINNER,” Death declares unenthusiastically.

            Expecting to have his arm raised in victory, Nebel tugs on Death’s robe for the attention he deserves. The gnome promptly falls over dead.

            If Death had eyeballs, they would have rolled. “AMATEURS. SOMEONE GET A STRETCHER DOWN HERE.”

Kenshin: "Well thats its for tonight event."

Majin Vegita: "Too bad that event sucked....hey why hasn't Magnok reincarnated and brought me my beer!!!"

Kenshin: "Well that's it for tonight's TNT come back next time for Saturday Slaughter!