This log is from the second tournament match in the When Worlds Collide tournament. The scene starts off in The Skumm Pit, the local bar in Junktown.
Devil, of the Badland Originals, wants Gokuh dead. Cliff and Rynthas both go for the contract, and an arguement insues about who will get the job. As they have to fight in “The Pit” tournament, they put the contract up for grabs in the match. Cliff, suspecting that some Pit fights are fixed, called for a special guest referee, a man named Jensen from Vegas.
Note: Jensen is an NPC, controled by Bitterman
Junktown - The Skumm Pit
This trashy hut has been made into a bar. A counter has been made by tipping an old refridgerator on it’s side, and bar stools have been made from scrap metal. Bottles of Rotgut, Snake Squeezin’s, and Nuka Cola line the wall behind the makeshift counter. Neal, the bartender, wipes down the bar with a rag, and stands ready to serve up another round.
Bitterman, the Pit RefereeCliff, the Demolitions ExpertRynthas, the Professional SharpshooterDark, the CivilianZarkien, the Senior SpecialistJensen, the Made Man
Part One
Cliff walks through the door, brushing the dust of from his shoulders, then slowly walks over to the bar and sits down.
Dark strolls into the bar, and leans up against the counter.
Bitterman nods at Cliff.
Dark motions to the bartender, and is promptly sold a drink.
Dark buys a Rad Lite beer can.
Bitterman sighs, “Where is Rynthas, shit can’t anyone show up to a fight on time anymore”
Dark opens a Rad Lite beer can.
Dark chugs his Rad lite.
Dark asks: fight eh?
Cliff looks over to Bitterman, then ask “Well hey there, you got the judge I asked for?”
Dark pulls up a stool, and takes a seat.
Bitterman nods at Cliff, “He’s on his way”
Cliff smiles and says, “Well That sounds good. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be!”
Bitterman shakes his head, “And where’s Devil, he’s got the contract”
Dark chugs the last of his Rad lite, wipes his chin and glows a bit.
Dark tosses the can across the room into the corner.
Dark asks: so, who should i put my money on……..you cliff?
Dark looks Cliff over for a few moments, comteplating on his decision.
Cliff turns his attention to Dark, “If you wanna win…Yes!”
Dark goes, “Hmmmmmmm…”
Bitterman checks his watch, and sighs.
Dark flips his bangs out of his eyes, “You do look a little scrawny, but hell, anything’s possible…….Will it be a boxing or hardcore match?”
Bitterman speaks up, “Boxing, boxing match, winner recieves the contract to knock off Gokuh”
Cliff raises an eyebrow at Dark, “Scrawny?!?!” then shrugs, “It’s a boxing match as Bitter just said” then smiles.
Dark laughs, “sounds like fun”
Cliff looks at Dark, “Well I might sound fun, but there is alot of money riding here!”
Rynthas strolls into the room, looking a little parched.
Bitterman turns his head to the doorway, “There he is.. now we just got to wait for Jensen to show up.”
Dark signals to the bartender, and buys a few beers.
Dark gives a Rad Lite beer can to Rynthas.
Dark tips his hat.
Dark opens a Rad Lite beer can.
Dark chugs his Rad lite.
Rynthas shakes his head, and hands the beer back, “Don’t drink. At least, not much.”
Rynthas orders a bottle of cola, and pops it open..
Dark shrugs.
Dark chugs the last of his Rad lite, wipes his chin and glows a bit.
Cliff nods at Bitterman, but doesn’t turn his attention towards Rynthas.
Bitterman turns toward Cliff, “Say, who is this Jensen fellow anyway, haven’t heard much about him”
Dark eyes up Rynthas, looking him over very carefully.
Rynthas knocks back some Nuka Cola.
Cliff shrugs, “Well his just this fella they use up in Vegas.. When there is some dispute about weather or not the judge bought..They turn to him cause he is allways impartial!”
Zarkien enters the bar.
Zarkien bows.
Zarkien looks at Dark.
Bitterman nods.
Dark arches an eyebrow at Rynthas and says, “I was told to put my money on Cliff for this big fight……”
Rynthas nods, “Fine to me man..”
Zarkien looks at Dark.
Rynthas shrugs, “3 to 1 odds.”
Dark asks: in his favor?
Rynthas nods.
Bitterman nods at Dark.
Dark goes, “Hmmmmmmm…”
Cliff looks over too Zarkian, then shrugs.
Dark pushes his hair back out of his eye and says, “Well, i’m usually not a betting man, but all these matches have gotten the better of me….reminds me of back in the day.”
Cliff leans towards Bitterman, “Yo know.. Rumor has it. He is a robot!”
Bitterman nods, “There’s alot of robots up in them parts”
Rynthas cocks an eyebrow, “Droid? Yeah, he’d be impartial, alright…”
Dark nods at Rynthas.
Zarkien asks: who Cliff?
Cliff nods then says to Zarkien, “Jensen, the judge I requested for the fight!”
Zarkien nods.
Bitterman says: as long as he dosen’t try that whole “Death and Destruction of the Human Race” thing, I’m cool with it.
Dark rubs the stubble on his chin and says, “I don’t much care for droids……for that exact reason”
Dark says: we had some bad cases up in manhattan with a group of them before.
Bitterman nods at Dark, “Shouldn’t have to worry about it, the Rangers took care of the maniac robots from Cochise ages ago.”
Bitterman sighs, “But enough about the past, we here to give a history lesson, or we here to fight”
Dark nods at Bitterman.
Zarkien nods.
Bitterman looks to his watch, “Now where the hell is Jensen…”
Zarkien waves out his whiskey and asks “anyone want a swig… there is a little left”.
Dark pulls out a quarter and flips it in the air, “So where do i place my bets?”
Jensen casually strolls into the bar, flashing a smile, “Ah, better late then never I always say. Greetings gentlemen! I am Jensen, from Las Vegas.”
Zarkien bows.
Dark looks at Jensen, with caution.
Bitterman lifts his head up, “This is Jensen? You gotta be kidding me, he looks like a damn door to door salesman, not a referee”
Cliff looks at the new arrival, “Ah, looks like we are about ready!”
Jensen chuckles softly, “Ah, I assure you sir, I am no salesman, and who might you be?”
Bitterman smirks, “I’m Bitterman, the man who started The Pit”
Jensen smiles, “Ah, Bitterman! Yes, I’ve heard so much about you, it’s a pleasure to meet you sir!”
Jensen shakes Bitterman’s hand.
Bitterman smirks, “Yeah, the pleasure is all mine.”
Jensen asks: now lets get down to business gentlemen, it is my understanding that I am to referee a Pit fight, correct?
Jensen clears his throat.
Cliff nods at Jensen “Yes, it’s him and me” points at Rynthas.
Zarkien asks: Jensen you want a swig of whiskey?
Jensen shakes his head, “I do not drink, however, thank you for your offer”
Jensen nods, “So, are we ready to get started then gentlemen”
Rynthas nods, “Let’s get it over with.”
Cliff nods “Yeah let’s rock!”
Jensen nods, “Alright, then, everyone gather in The Pit, and let’s get things under way”
Rynthas strides out the door, and walks to the well.
Dark jumps off of his stool and strolls out.
Jensen smiles, and walks twoard The Pit.
Bitterman, seeing that everyone has left, walks up to Cliff, “We had a deal, you throw the fight, don’t forget…”
Bitterman smirks, and walks out of the bar.
Part Two
The Junktown Pit - Fight Arena
A filthy scum filled room. The stench of rotten flesh and maggots hangs in the air, and the floor is slick with blood. This place looks like it was once a trash storage room, but has been cleaned up slightly to accommodate for the street fights and boxing matches that take place here. There’s a makeshift ring in the center of the room, where the two opponents fight. On the north wall, written in blood, the words “The Pit”
Jensen, the Made Man Rynthas, the Professional Sharpshooter Zarkien, the Senior Specialist Dark, the Civilian Cliff, the Demolitions Expert Paco, the Wandering Desert Vagrant Doorman, the Captain Argent Rangerdagg the New Nevada Enforcer Joechos, the Lieutenant Argent Bitterman, the Pit Referee
Rynthas contiues shadowboxing, trying to get loose for the fight.
Cliff silently enters The Pit.
Paco enters.
Doorman enters.
Zarkien says: this is gonna be a g-g-good fight'
Zarkien says: d-damn wh-wh-whiskey.
Rynthas puts a guard in his mouth, and speaks around it. “Don’t wanna hurt my dashing good looks, you know.”
Dark leans up against the corner of the room, and crosses his arms.
Jensen asks: Alright, everyone here, now, gentlemen, are you ready?
Zarkien staggers over to the shadows and sets his eyes on the fight.
Cliff leaves his equiptment besides the ring and puts on his boxing gloves. Then walks over in his corner.
Rynthas slams his gloves together, ready to begin.
Paco nods at Rynthas.
Paco says: didn’t think i’d be seeing those two guys fight.
Bitterman smirks, “Should I announce the fight, or is pretty boy here going to do that too?”
Jensen nods at Bitterman, “By all means sir, please, go ahead and announce the fight”
Bitterman says: Thanks Jensen, you’re too kind, now, everyone, may I please have your attention.
Dark pushes the hair out of his eyes.
Bitterman clears his throat, “Your attention, please”
The crowd pays no attention to Bitterman.
Bitterman yells: HEY! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN ALREADY!
Jensen gasps, “My my, quite a temper with that boy”
Paco nods to Jensen, and laughs.
Rynthas grins, “He knows the locals, what can ya say?”
Bitterman says: alright then, this here is a sanctioned Pit Tournament fight between Rynthas, and Cliff, both of the Assciociation of Irridated Mercernaries.
Bitterman says: this is a Contract Match, the winner of the fight recieving the rights to the contract of work from Devil.
Bitterman exclaims: Are you ready?!
Cliff nods at Bitterman.
Rynthas nods.
Bitterman yells: I said, ARE YOU READY?!
Dark yells: HELLMOTHERFUCKINYEAH!
Bitterman yells: then… LET’S GET REEEAAADDDY TO BEAT SOME ASS!
Bitterman nods at Jensen.
Jensen nods, “Thank you Bitterman”
Doorman glances at his watch, waiting for the fight to begin.
Jensen exclaims: In this corner, a widely respected and feared individual, a well rounded mercernary with a respectable history, and wits as sharp as a knife, Rynthas!
Rynthas holds up his hands.
Paco cheers Rynthas on! “Go Rynthas go!”
Zarkien cheers Rynthas on! “Go Rynthas go!”
Jensen exclaims: and in this corner, Rynthas’ colluge and close friend, a legendary mercernary in his own right. The man who can get the job done, Cliff!
Dark smirks discontentedly, “Don’t FUCK UP Cliff, I need that cash!”
Cliff Raises his hand.
Doorman cheers Cliff on! “Go Cliff go!”
Dark nods at Cliff.
Jensen nods at both Rynthas and Cliff, “Gentlemen, are you ready?”
Cliff nods to Jensen.
Rynthas grins, showing the red plastic guardind his teeth, and nods.
Jensen nods “Alright, then let’s get this match underway”
Jensen rings the small, rusty fire alarm bell. Small, rusty fire alarm bell emits a loud clear ring.
Rynthas dances out into the ring, clearly trying to keep his distance from Cliff.
Cliff slowly walks in circle edging the ring not getting into the reach of Rynthas.
Rynthas advances on Cliff, barely within striking range, and fires off a quick left jab to test the waters.
Cliff blocks the jab. then takes a step forward trying to hit Rynthas in the stomach.
Doorman yells: Go Cliff!!!
Rynthas sidesteps as Cliff takes his step forward, barely avoiding the punch. He uses the openening created by Cliff’s thrust to take a swing at the man’s ribs.
Zarkien cheers Rynthas on! “Go Rynthas go!”
Dark says in a stern voice, “kick his ass CLIFF!”
Cliff turns to block the punch and get’s hit on the side of his arm. Then quickly takes a few steps back, shaking the arm as it seems temporarily paralyzed.
Doorman exclaims: C’mon already stop dancing around each other and BEAT SOME ASS!
Paco takes his sombrero off and raises it in the air yelling, “GO RYNTHAS!”
Zarkien whips his ponytail back and screams “GO RYNTHAS!!! KICK SOME ASS!!!”
Rynthas advances on Cliff, staying just in range for his own shots, trying to use his slight reach advantage to help him. He feignts with his left, looking like a body blow, but packs all his power into his right fist, aiming it for Cliff’s chin.
Rangerdagg enters the arena.
Rangerdagg tips his hat.
Bitterman says: Greetings Dagg, just in time for the fight.
Zarkien nods.
Rangerdagg smiles, “Great, I thought that I might have missed it. Who’s the match with tonight, Bitter?”
Bitterman nods at the ring, where Cliff and Rynthas are wailing away at each other.
Rangerdagg nods.
Cliff quickly ducks beneath the punch, not taking the bait, and steps forward, trying to hit Rynthas’ now exposed kidney.
Dark leans up against the wall, and remains silent, curiously watching the beating in the ring.
Rynthas barely manages to deflect the shot with his left, but only succeedes in knocking it away from his kidney and into his ribs. The blow clearly has an effect, and he takes a step back. Cliff eyeing a chance for a quick knockout, put all his power into a left hook aimed at the chin.
Doorman watches on and waits for the match to get intresting.
Cliff eyeing a chance for a quick knockout, put all his power into a left hook aimed at the chin.
Rynthas leans back and to the side, dodging most of the force of the blow, and dissipating the rest with his right glove. Seeing his chance, he uses Cliff’s wide swing, and ducks in close with a flurry of body blows.
Doorman exclaims: C’mon lets see some blood!
Cliff obviusly open, is cought off guard.. the punch knocks out his air. and he steps back trying to breathe, fighting to keep his guard up.
Joechos exclaims: come on man I got money ridin’ on this fight!
Rynthas keeps in close, only breaking off the body blows to throw a right at Cliff’s stomach, a quick left to his jaw, and another right to the other side of his jaw.
Bitterman looks to the ring and sighs and says to himself, “Hope I don’t have to burry one of you fuckers, I ain draggin another corpse accross the friggin desert.”
Cliff is knocked head over heels. he lands a good meter or so from where he was, spitting blood, get’s up shaking his head and hisses, “Now your in deep shit, bro!”
Joechos exclaims: come on ryn finnish him off! nock him out!
Rynthas backs off, and dances just out of Cliff’s reach, expecting him to try to land a few massive blows.
Doorman exclaims: Show him what you can do Cliff!
Doorman exclaims: Now get the hell in there and beat some ASS!
Cliff wipes the blood from his face with the gloves, seemingly paying no attention to Rynthas, then suddenly with lightning speed dances towards Rynthas trying to hit him with a fierce uppercut.
Rynthas sees the punch coming, but doesn’t have time to get completely out of the way. The shot ends up as a massive side blow to the head, a glancing shot with enough force to still raise the 230 lb man off of his feet, and send him to the floor with a heavy thud.
Doorman exclaims: Hell yeah!
Bitterman feels the ground shake, “Jesus..”
Rangerdagg stares onward as he watches Rynthas fall to the ground.
Joechos feels the after shock, “Man!”
Cliff backs off and says, “If I were you..I’d stay down!” then looks towards Jensen.
Jensen checks on Rynthas, and starts the 10 count.
Jensen raises his hand, keeping count with his fingers, “1.. 2.. 3..”
Rynthas staggers back to his feet, a large gash on the side of his face from the seam in Cliff’s gloove extends from his jaw to above his right eye. A thin stream of blood seems to be dripping into the eye, and he blinks repeatedly. He’s clearly not entirely present, and lurches into Cliff, arms swinging. A flurry of blows insue from the injured man, and he quickly tries to back off several steps after he finishes, trying to regain his head.
Doorman exclaims: Finish him Cliff!
Cliff easily avoids the swings from the groggy man. He takes a few steps back to get out of reach then looks towards Jensen trying to figure out weather the fight is on again.
Jensen nods.
Rynthas darts forward with all the speed he can muster, and fires his left off in a power punch to the man’s body. He follows with a right to the ribs, and puts all of his power in a final left uppercut, hoping that by catching Cliff off guard he can put in a final blow. Clearly, the man has given his all in this last combo, and won’t have much left at all afterwards.
Doorman stares in disbelief as Rynthas unleashes the awesome array of punches…
Dark mumbles something under his breath.
Rangerdagg looks on, knowing that the final moments have arrived.
Cliff is not entirily prepared that
Rynthas had that much left is catched abit off guard. He dodges and tries to get that final punch, but misses and hits the corner post. A loud crack is heard and Cliff swears “God Damn! Shit, I broke a finger!” then stares with cold eyes at Rynthas.
Doorman cheers Cliff on! “Go Cliff go!”
Joechos cheers Rynthas on! “Go Rynthas go!”
Bitterman lets out a resounding cheer!
Rynthas tosses the last power he has into his left, and follows it with his body, using his 230 lb mass as a driving force into Cliff’s jaw. The punch itself carries little power, but the weight of the tumbling giant behind it may be enough to finish the match. Cliff seeing the big mass of body coming towards him, takes a quick step to the side, not impressed with the speed of the attack, then strikes out with a hard punch to the side of Rynthas.
Cliff screams in agony as he realize he just hit Rynthas with the hand that had the broken finger.
Rynthas takes the punch, and is rolled over onto the ropes. The ropes help spring him back up to a standing position, which he holds for all of 2 seconds before falling to his knees, and collapsing face-down into his gloves.
Jensen waves Cliff into his nutral corner, again checking on Rynthas.
Jensen slowly starts the 10 count, “1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. "
Rynthas tries to climb to his feet, and gets up to his knees, and gets them off the mat. As the jensen reaches 9, his knees lock, and he tumbles forward, barely able to keep his feet under him. He swings up against the ropes, and is bouyed to his feet once again.
Jensen nods, and waves for the fight to resume.
Dark nods to Cliff, “good job, keep it up”
Cliff quickly steps towards Rynthas, trying not to let him get any rest with a series of deep blows with his good hand while the other hand serve as a guard.
Rynthas tags Cliff’s gaurding hand a few times with his right, half-deflecting a few of the body blows with his left. He is relying on the pain from Cliff’s injured hand to do more damage than he could do otherwise, and force him to drop his guard.
Doorman watches on exitedly waiting for the final blow to Rynthas.
Cliff twitch in pain as Rynthas hits his hand, but keeps the drive forward relying on his strength to knock the air out of Rynthas.
Joechos grinds his teeth.
Rynthas grunts, and absorbes the blows with a sick look on his face. You begin to think that he might be worse off than he looks, which would be a sad state indeed, massive internal bleeding is possible for sure. He closes his eyes for a second, and looks extremely calm. Suddenly, he screams a feral scream, pure primal rage, and throws his maddened arms at Cliff, openening up for the last time with a series of mind numbing shots.
Bitterman says: uh oh, now you’ve made him mad.
Cliff tumbles backwards and spits out pieces of his teeth, snarling between what’s left of them, “You wanna play bruiser with me.. fine!” then hit’s Rynthas with his entire strength.
Rynthas shudders with the blow, his body warping around the huge punch. He doesn’t feel it, he stopped feeling a long time ago, and the punch does little to him except increase the speed of his fall backwards. He slams into the floor, eyes still open and glazed…
Jensen nods, and rings the bell.
Jensen exclaims: The winner, by TKO, Cliff!
Jensen raises Cliff’s hand
Doorman screams ‘WOOFREAKINGHOOO!!!!”
Bitterman nods.
Cliff Doesn’t pay much Attention to Jensen but quickly walks over to Rynthas.
Bitterman grabs a near by bucket of water, dousing Rynthas with it.
Bitterman kneels before Rynthas, checking him over, “Yeah, he’ll be alright, just needs time to recover”
Daemia rushes in, out of breath, “Oh, Bitterman, glad I cought you, wait.. is the fight over?”
Bitterman nods at Daemia, “Yeah, fights over, why, what you need?”
Daemia tries to catch her breath, “Well, I found Devil passed out drunk at Ground Zero, he had the contract on him, and I knew you were having a match for it..”
Bitterman nods, “Did you bring it?”
Daemia says: yeah, here.
Daemia gives a musty Post-It Note signed by Devil to Bitterman.
Bitterman says: thanks Daemia.
Daemia nods and smiles.
Jensen says: well, that’s that then, Cliff, congratulations on your win, now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be heading off.
Jensen tips his hat.
Jensen waves and exits the arena.
Bitterman waves at Jensen, saying to himself, “That man ain right…”
Bitterman gives a musty Post-It Note signed by Devil to Cliff.
Bitterman shakes Cliff’s hand.
Cliff reads the musty Post-It Note signed by Devil.
Bitterman clears his throat, “Now, if you all could excuse me, I have some business to take care of with Cliff”
Bitterman nods, seeing everyone has left The Pit, he then glares at Cliff. Bitterman grabs Cliff, shoving him forcefully up against the wall, yelling, “WE HAD A DEAL! YOU WERE GOING TO THROW THIS FIGHT! I LOST A BET BECAUSE OF YOU!”
Cliff still twitching in pain from his broken finger, “Hey, I freaking said I didn’t wanna take a dive!!”
Bitterman releases his grip on Cliff, “This ain over man, you’re gonna regret this…” Bitterman spits on the ground as he walks out of The Pit.
Cliff gives Bitterman an evil look, then mumbles beneath his breath “We’ll just see about that”