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Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

"A Man who needs no introduction! The Man, The Myth, The Legend! The Undertaker!"

As the Undertaker himself made his way down to the ring he couldn't help but feel a mixed sensation of pride and fear. While he didn't wholly recognized a person based solely on title, there was some significant weight to the title of Undertaker. The way the crowd shook the ring, the haunting melody that played. Even the confidence with which he strode down, it gave him a moment of pause as he adjusted the straps of his candy apple red light gloves.

All of the confidence from before still remained, but he was given a sense of cautious optimism once he finally saw his opponent. He stretched in his corner, extending his arms totally vertical and drawing himself into bi-directional leg stretches. Left first and then right, he wanted to be as limber as possible for this. It was probably wise.

"It looks like the Undertaker has Red Streak shaken, Johnny!"

"With good reason, Tom, The Undertaker has an unbelievable win loss ratio. It's unmatched especially considering how many fights he's had."

"It's even more impressive when you take into account the fight in Madison Square Garden a while back."

"It is indeed. What even was that guy's deal? Was he supposed to be some kind of devil zombie or an alien?"

"I don't know Johnny but I do know one thing, Red Streak sure has his work cut out for him. The Undertaker has demonstrated some seemingly superhuman feats of ability, meanwhile old Fergus here has barely scraped his way out of the dregs."

"Heh, a good thing Warmonger dropped out eh? Get to see just how distant The Undertaker really is from a normal man!"

With no ignorance to their commentary he moved to the center of the ring with the Ref. He didn't actually hear the speech that he made, the only words that managed to touch his ears were the most important. "Touch gloves then move back to your corners."

Fergus raised his arms towards Jake with a small grin on his face, his eyes showed no fear. Only a strong and fiery defiance, in his head he thought about how much of a run for his money he would give The Undertaker.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

@Skallagrim
Fergus is wearing Red and White briefs, he's got a left leaning mohawk, a goatee and his light gloves are candy apple red. He weighs 250 lbs and is 6'3" tall. His body is very lean, rather than overtly muscular. I need this information for mental image reasons.

Edit: Also, after this Fergus will probably become a mainstay. Might have him learn some kind of pseudomagic to compensate for the difference in ability.

Double Edit: We going for conventional rules or is this an anything goes except for dickshots and biting?

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

@MelonHead
And here's yours. I'm also working on the post for Dunnaman and Fury, but it might take a while. I'm trying to convince Tantalum to let his Moleman race be the ones who saved Dunnaman's life.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

Their replies were near the same speed, it was impressive that the old gunslinger had matched his draw. Shin fired off one shot while the old man fired off six, Shin's was a spinning blade that careened from the barrel of his pistol. It tore through the air like a devil in disguise, a crooked path was cut through the dust between them as it made its way towards the gunslinger. Though the first shot had missed, since he had began moving the moment he fired.

So too had Shin began to move, as the guns were thrown up his body had begun with a violent leap to his right. It seemed that they had both had the same idea of strafing to the right, but they both had a disadvantage if they changed their position. Six bullets found their way to Shin's old position and several points to the right of it, but zero bullets found their target. He slammed shoulder first into a tying post nearby and spun around it in a matter of moments. The gun was pressed to his chest and he thought about how he had fired.

It was as though his left arm had been impelled to his chest by a wire, he hadn't noticed that the sleeve of the duster and his own shirt had been torn apart by the motion. The staff had moved of its own accord again, and now in the middle of a gunfight no less. It had drawn a wire between his shoulder and wrist and pulled it upwards. The gun had fired itself as well, this was not good. Shin's staff moved to his conscious thought, but now it was moving to his unconscious. This could have any number of disastrous side effects that he was not willing to deal with right now.

After spinning around the post he extended his left hand again and fired off three more shots from the pistol. Leading on the moving man as he made his sideways strafe, these too were those spinning bladed rounds. Much slower than conventional bullets but still much faster than an average man. They were made to cut a man to ribbons, not to put a hole in him. Hopefully the gun would work in his favor before moving again. He tried to keep his shoulder as loose as possible while matching the man's strafe, he didn't want his left arm to get yanked out of socket by the gun's next motion.

A Clash Of Steel, Battle in the Courtyard

@Doc Doctor
I apologize for making you wait so long.

A Clash Of Steel, Battle in the Courtyard

Chainmail rattled around his body as he made his rounds in the Duke's courtyard, though he was a mercenary the Duke's pay was more than enough to make him march. Hell, it was even enough for him to fight for. Maybe not die for but when you start a fight with another man you should always expect to die, even if he's unarmed. A man can kill another with just his fists so expecting to survive any fight is to play the overwhelming optimist's part, and as a man who's paid to kill all to frequently he's not that.

In a few moments he'd be beset upon by a warrior from a foreign land, in another few moments one of them would be dead. But right now he was musing about what he would do once he got home from this job. Perhaps he'd buy a piece of land, maybe settle down. Maybe he'd start traveling again, see the middle east for the first time. He'd heard legend of a beverage like tea down there, he'd even caught glimpses of it in the Duke's stocks. It was a drink called coffee, a bitter aromatic drink that could put pep into a man's step from one mug.

Come to think of it, he might even be interested in that foreign tobacco. He'd had his share of native smokes but they smoked it differently there.

Maybe he was a bit too distracted. He shook his head and raised his shield to look around. He flipped up the window and let the lantern's glare spread across the courtyard, something seemed to catch his eye and his suspicion flared. "If you're out there, you've got one chance to flee before I'm forced to lay waste to you!" Not his best threat, but at least it wasn't totally empty.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

@MelonHead Post is up, sorry for the wait.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

Behind the mask an evil sneer adorned his face, there wasn't a single thought of retreat or a peaceful solution to his weapon hunt. "A miracle should be your only hope past this point, old man." He almost paused when the realization he was about five times this man's age. "I need this road, this isn't a child's fancy. I'm not looking for some title or status, I need your weapon." The single eye of his darted to the guns on his hip, they were almost perfect mirrors of eachother though one was clearly darker. Again his eye shifted focus towards the shaking left hand and he makeshift pistol he held, he didn't know how well he'd be able to move his arm.

"It's sundown, my back is to the sun. I have the high ground. You should lay your gun down so I may kill you faster." A tumbleweed danced across the ground between them followed by a little dust devil that played in little spinning motions. The three free fingers he had on his left flexed and clutched the grip of his handgun. "Otherwise we'll do this the old fashioned way."

It was obvious that both parties would play this by hand, they would make their count and draw. It was unlikely, however, that either party would fall to the other's first shot. These two men weren't normal men by any stretch. Shin himself was readied, his right foot leading and his left held far behind.Without much else in the way of preparation he began counting in his head.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

@Skallagrim
Sorry it took so long, you wouldn't believe the issues my computer has had in the past couple days.

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

"Welcome back to the broadcast folks, they've finished the weigh in and our competitors are making their way to the ring. Let's take this time to mention our sponsor. This fight was brought to you by Cheez-O-Cola, the only dairy based soda this side of the Mississippi." The cheer of the crowd was matched by the overbearingly cheerful commentators, though admittedly the product they were placing sounded absolutely disgusting. "Coming down to the red corner, appropriately so," He paused to let the music play.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the music began to play, his strawberry locks flowed violently in the fans caught his hair in their artificial wind. "Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing six feet three inches tall, The Red Streak himself! Fergus MacBrainan!" The roar of the crowd met the man's ears and a dopey grin grew across his face. With his arms raised overhead he let out a roar to match the crowd's own, this fight was kind of important to him. "This fight is a big one for Red Streak, this will be his first fight in the big leagues. He's had several fights in lower circuits but this is the first time he's advanced into the higher ranks. If he wins this fight he'll have taken the first step towards the champ."

To the fighter the announcers had just faded into white noise as he marched down the ramp, his body glistened slightly in the stage lights. In this moment he felt truly like a king, he'd worked so hard to get here and some yank wouldn't stop him from getting all the way to the top. With the confidence of a man twice as experienced as himself and the posture of a comic book hero, Fergus marched towards the stage, his music faded out and the crowd hushed as the man reached the cage, two men on the side pulled the cage gate apart and he climbed inside. It slammed shut behind him and he nearly jumped, wasn't quite expecting it to shut so abrupty. His eyes narrowed on the opposing corner and the vague shadow of his opponent could be seen at the top of his ramp.