[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmYwMDAwMC5WR2hsSUU5dVpRLCwuMg,,/yananeska-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [h1][b]VERSUS[/b][/h1] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuUTJGc2RtbHVJRkpsWkhWbi4w/chewed-pen-bb.regular.png[/img] [hr] [hr] Calvin walked to the arena, holding a bottle of water. As he climbed up onto the stage, he was both pleasantly surprised and pleased that the arena had an Ice theme. Reminded him of home. He pulled the cap off of his water bottle and started sipping, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Reading the roster earlier, he saw he would be fighting a person named "The One". Whoever he, (or she, Calvin doesn't judge) was, Calvin would be prepared. [hr] Well, looks like he didn't have to deal with that bimbo and her fucking tree trunk limbs as he made his way past the crowds... and looky here, those cuckfuckers were making a huge deal out of a shitty display and one very grandeur one my yours truly!... as long as they were referring to [i]his[/i] skills, then those fuckers had good taste. Other than that, the god damn announcement was made that shit was about to go down and that these cockfondlers should stare at the screen to figure out who they were fighting... and for him, it was just some asshat he had never even heard of! Fucking perfect! As he walked between everyfucker, he was thinking over what the hell a "jobber" was; never even heard of that term until that assguzzler Andre mentioned it. It didn't take too long for him to discern what it was in his mind, after all, he was The motherfucking One! ... and shit, this place was a lot bigger than he expected. Walking out, he saw a slew of arenas, ranging from some retarded one hanging above fucking water to a stage that looked like something out of a asswipe rave... ... and as it turned out, he was fighting in the cold against this fucker, cool, great. Ascending to the stage, The One grasped his hat as he shivered a fucking little. Nice to see that this barren bitching place is a little slippery... and that there was more ice under this arena, great... Oh yes, his opponent... who looked like some random kid from Antarctica that decided to randomly come to Rio fucking De Jenairo to melt like a snowman. Yup, this bitch was a nobody alright, and he knew what to do with bitches. [color=ed1c24]"Oh, so you're the fucking jobber they pit me against? Surprised the fucking heat didn't destroy you first... no matter."[/color] The One pointed his walking cane at the young fucking man, stretching his smile to the point where he looked like a depraved Cheshire Cat as he grasped his badass hat. [color=ed1c24]"Gotta show off how motherfucking great I am first."[/color] Calvin looked up at his opponent, and stopped sipping. "Oh don't worry, I'm used to the heat. I'm Calvin, in case you didn't read... Okay, so we starting this for real?" he asked as he took one last sip and put his water bottle in his coat pocket. He raised both of his flat-palm gloved hands as he took his battle stance. [b]"Go!"[/b], Andre shouted, followed by the roar of a crowd. Calvin held his hands wide open as he jogged to his opponent, holding his flat hands sideways as he closed in towards his opponent. He then jabbed both hands inwards to The One, going for an attack from both sides. Of course... he is too fucking clueless to even know when he was supposed to begin fighting! Ha! This dipshit would go down faster than any lady who would spend time with The One! Heh, while this shithead was busy jogging over to The One, he had his safety protocols in check already as his top hat was already off his head, displaying his impressive cue ball head. Aiming his hat directly at the cuckfucker, he decided to wait until the right moment as he evaluated what his move was... and it was obvious that he was going to try some bullshit slaps with both of his hands, ha! No way he would take a blow [i]that[/i] fucking early. Before the kid could get whatever stupid ass move off, The One shot off prematurely exploding missiles at Calvin Cuckducker legs, launching himself away as well as tripping that yiffbucket up. Calvin fell flat on his face as the missiles collided into his legs. He tried his best to catch himself with his attack, but ultimately fell and got a face-full of snow. He lifted his face up, and spat out a mouthful of snow into his hand. "Hey guy, don't you think it's kind of petty to bring rockets to a martial arts tournament?" Calvin asked, confused. "Not only is that kind of a dick move, it's really dangerous!" He then started mushing the snow into a snowball, and infused it with Ki, packing it together. "Now here's a *mostly* harmless alternative." Calvin hurled the snowball straight at The One. It spun as it flew towards him, heading straight for his opponent's chest. He felt a pang of cold before it even touched him. Yup, this dumbass was definitely one to talk as he did a flip in the air while flipping the fucking bird. [color=ed1c24]"You fucking dumbass, didn't you listen to what Andre Cuckbucket said,"[/color] he shouted out, attaching his awesome ass hat back to his head in midair. He easily stuck the fucking landing; why wouldn't he? The One always makes fucking due on his pays... or something. Kneeling down for a second, The One wiggled his hand as he heard what Calvin lacking fucking Hobbes had to say. It didn't fucking matter as he shot up to his feet as he swiftly revolved his body to shoot... only to find his chest covered in fucking snow. It was still too god damn early to be hit! And fucking hell, this was more chilly than Chile!... no, actually, fucking hold on, how did cockfodder get up so quickly?! No matter. [color=ed1c24]"D-draw mother fucker,"[/color] his thumb pressed down onto an invisible trigger, causing a shot of motherfucking pressurized sound to fly forth at Calvin Klein's left shoulder. [color=LightSkyBlue]"I know what Andre said, but that's still a-- Woah!"[/color] Calvin noticed the stream of sound heading towards his shoulder far too late for him to block it. The packed sound his his shoulderblade, causing a brief sting of pain, followed by light numbness. He held one hand on his shoulder, massaging it slightly. Once it felt okay, he wriggled it. Calvin then started to sprint towards The One again, this time holding his right arm out as light blue Ki swirled around it, eventually forming a rough, thick formation of ice, the size of a club. He leapt into the air and swung an overhead attack onto The One. Seriously? John Calvin was stopping like a little bitch to nurse his boo-boo? Oh boo hoo, guess this pussy-poser wouldn't last too long at all if he was gonna act like that... Oh well; better taunt him while he is trying to recover from The motherfucking One's powerful ass move! Flipping his cane onto his shoulders, The One grasped his hat as he stared at the boy with a huge shit eating grin. [color=ed1c24]"Hey fuckboy, if you were lookin' for a snowball fight, I'll avalaunch your ass all the way to Alaska; there's plenty of snow there!"[/color] Eheheh, he was so god damn clever alright! Of course, jeering while the opponent was down didn't leave much time for fucking retaliating with more god damn shots! Eh, whatever, this was some weakass opponent anyways. ... And looky fucking here! John Calvin was rushing forward with his arm out as if his own dick was lit a'fuckin' flame... Pah, what was his next asswiping move? To use a dick fisting move that made him shit sn- wait a minute. He could sense that shit anywhere! Ki in that shitwipes hand! Ok, so maybe he was less of an incompetent fuck, but not by a whole lot... still, time to put those amazing defense mechanisms to use again... Grabbing onto his awesomeass hat... no, no, someone as pathetic as him might squander that fucking ki attack. Might as well style on his pasty, baby fatass face! Once more, The One drew his fucking cane, twirling it as it... oh jesus fuck, that's a thick piece of ice! The spin came to almost an immediate end as The One briskly grasped both ends of his fucking cane to block the chunky ass attack... and was promptly knocked back, almost tripping in the god damn- ... scratch that, he [i]did[/i] trip... ... right onto his god damn ass, ugh. The One winced as he skidded back a little, feeling the pain of friction and the frozen snow now melting into equally cold liquid! Now his pants were fucking wet, great! Just fucking fantastic! Gritting his teeth, The One's eyesight became sharp enough to make an edgy person swoon as he glared at Calvin. Grabbing onto his hat, The One used what little time he could to get up... and possibly maneuver away to piss on this jobber much, much more. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Well, I got you down. So I guess I'll pull of my finishing move, if that's okay with you."[/color] Calvin informed, before squating down and holding onto his knees. He then struggled and grunted to roll forward. After about five seconds, which was more than enough time for The One to get back up, he rolled forward onto his back, and then back forward again. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Ah, frig. I guess I haven't really practiced that too much... Guess I'll just do another trick."[/color], Calvin admitted in casual defeat, standing back up. He then stood in a defensive position. His left hand held an open palm outwards, while his right hand was held near his body, scrunching up his index finger, middle finger, and thumb together, before sprinting towards The One. He lunged his right hand forwards and pinched his opponent's leg, infusing it with ice cold ki, which would have caused a cocoon of ice to quickly grow on it. [color=LightSkyBlue]"I guess I can atleast slow you down so I can beat your ass around like a piece of meat."[/color] Wait, what the fuck? Lifting his leg had no fucking effect at all! This god damn dickweed was going to fucking pay for this stupid ass bullshit!... but how? Suddenly, he had the greatest fucking idea that would put buttered bread to shame! Yeah, fuck you bread! [color=ed1c24]"I bet you would love to beat all the meat you fucking faggot,"[/color] The One screeched as he pointed his hat behind him as he launched another set of fucking missiles onto the shitsnow ground behind him. As they shot out, The One wasn't catapulted upwards, but rather given a quick boost of mobility as the arc shot him onto the top of his opponents back, slamming down onto that fuckboy. Of course, that wasn't his main goddamn intention as soon as the arc was completed, he jammed his walking stick into the ass of the shitstalking assailant. Calvin's eyes practically left their sockets in reaction. He hung space for a few moments, before the pain launched him forward into the air. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGHHH!" Calvin screamed, clutching his rear, which inched in pain. Calvin fell to the ground, struggling, unable to move. Every moment he couldn't move, his opponent had an opportunity to make an attack. He couldn't move his body, but he [i]could[/i] still control his Ki. Straining himself, Calvin quickly erected a thick Ice Wall just high enough to create a half-dome that covered him until he could regain control of his body. Well, that just fucking happened... then again why wouldn't it? He was the greatest f- oh, that thing came unhinged from his leg sort of... and his leg was cold as shitfrost! Shoving himself up, he ignored his internal fucking monologue screaming that there was damage done to his chest. Who fucking cared, Calvin College was about to land... And The One? Well, he was going to fuck his shit up! The One didn't waste any time as he sprinted forward... before a giant fuck you ice wall appeared in front of him... which meant he had to redouble his efforts, god damnit. Well, he was going to fuck this boy up one way or another! Tossing his hat over the dome, The One put as much launched himself u- wait one fucking a minute. As he caught his awesome ass hat in mid air, he noticed that a part of the dome, well... didn't fucking exist. To him, it was more like one-fourth of a sphere in the ground, but what fucking ever. Time to fuck shit up. [color=ed1c24]"MOTHER FUCKING GATLING ROCKET HAT, BIIIIIIITCH,"[/color] he screamed, causing the noise to reverberate around the shield as a slew of rockets flew towards the wall, one measly rocket causing it to fall apart as it exploded... allowing the rest of the missiles to fly straight at Calvin. Calvin's eyes widened as just one rocket shattered his entire dome, and there was still an entire horde roaring straight at him. He took blow after blow to his upper mid body, mostly face, unable to so much as lift his hands to protect himself. Yet, as the missiles collided against him, they caused his body to regain mobility. As the last rocket hit him, Calvin feld full control return. Well, almost. The boy managed to stand up with one hand on his knee. Weakly, he made a finger gun with his free hand, pointed it directly at the one, and weakly muttered "bang..." Before he fell backwards and sprawled out. Just before he fell unconscious, Calvin raised one thumbs up, which quickly collapsed, defeated. "K.O!" Andre shouted, followed by the roar of a wild crowd. Two paramedics jogged in holding a stretcher. They quickly picked Calvin up and placed him on it, and carried him to the Emergency Care Ward. Sticking the landing, The One didn't have time to acknowledge that fuckboy being dragged off! Now that he displayed how badass he was on stage, it was time to milk the limelight for all it was mother fucking worth! In his landing, The One made sure to appear as if he was lunging out, head down as if bowing for playing their fucking role. His hat hand was extended out far off to the side, and the latter held close to The One's body as it could fucking would, with the cane near his hip as if he was sheathing a sword. The timing, precision... he must of struck a cord as the crowd was insatiable with their roars and fucking cries! Yes, give it all to The One! Let this badass motherfucker know that he was the shit that would shit fury down the other contestants throats! Twirling his hat and cane, he moved each of his arms in a methodical fucking fashion. The top hat landed straight onto his head with the cane grasped at the handle, pointing out at the fucking crowd. "And looks like we all know the reason he is called The One!" Shut the fuck up you cuckbu- "Because he's The One stylish fighter who'll be moving onto the glamorous main event!" ... ok, you could have this one you bastard. Showboating until the next call would obviously be made, The One pointed his fucking stick up to where the camera obviously was. Mustering the biggest frown, he gritted his teeth as his eyes sparked with a flaring anger as he glared into it. [color=ed1c24]"Now you know why I'm THE. FUCKING. ONE. And don't you dare think of me as anything less you fucking bitch!"[/color][/center]