The Gorilla Fate is Yearning! Action! Wrecking Ball vs. Cain. Round 1!

Cain cracked his neck as he got up, spiking up his hair and throwing on his slick leather jacket. He was the first fight of the morning, the first fight the day after the tournament started. He was ready for action and the blonde haired actress was not going to stop him. Oh certainly not, she may have been a beauty in that old vampire show but he wasn’t going to go easy on her because he was a fan. Snapping his fingers he walked out of the abandoned theater and into the cool morning night, it felt amazing to be underneath the moonlight once more. A nice little sigh escaped his lips as he took it all in before shadow traveling to the Coloseeum. Yes, that’s right bitches, once he had found out the location of the Coloseeum through its own shadow he was able to use the Shadow Monsters to shadow travel him there. No more stupid teleporter for him.

Rising from the shadows of the arena Cain flashed a grin out at the busty blonde across from him. “When they told me I’d be fighting against the Bethany Klein well I just didn’t want to believe them but here you are…In the flesh. Well not exactly there’s still that spandex in between us, but you get the picture sweetheart. Cain called out to her with a sadistic grin, blood red eyes illuminated from the moonlight shining down on them. The grass felt good underneath his slick black Nike shoes and the arena was perfect. Could they have picked a better arena to give the Lord of Shadows besides New York City or even London its self? He himself didn’t think so; this would be a piece of cake. Rolling his neck as Beth examined the field he stretched out his muscles, getting hit wouldn’t feel too good coming from her he assumed. He hated bruisers.

The joke she cast was a good one, not the best he had ever heard before but it was pretty good and certainly earned a chuckle from the bloody bandit. ”That was good, not too shabby but I’m sure you could do better beautiful.” He called out to her as he awaited the call from the announcer signaling the start of the fight. He did the whole in this corner yada yada shiz nit and then there was the countdown. Cain positioned himself into a more fitting fighting pose , exposing the Kilij of Shadows by his side and readied himself. As soon as the number came down to one and the buzzer went off he flung his hand forward sending out his first frontal assault. Five shadow whips were sent flying out at the lady bruiser attempting to slice her up good and fast, that’s what he had learned when it came to fighting her types. You got the fight over quickly before they could dish out the damage to you.

Everything happened so fast, first he was sending the shadows out at her then he was stopping them as a time out was called. He blinked standing back up straight to his full height of six foot two, watching as she waltzed on over to him. Her voice getting lower he shook his head trying to make sense of what she was saying, was she seriously offering him The London/ New York Vampire a job as a vampire, in a television show about vampires? Taking the card he let it drop into the shadows transporting it back to his theater before shaking her hand and scratching his head with the other one. He was dumbfounded, what was he to truly say, hell it isn’t like someone comes up to you asking that kind of question every day.

Watching her walk back to her spot the buzzer counted back down to zero and the announcer man yelled out ‘GO!...Again!’ So, of course that is exactly what Cain did. He sent out five shadow whips hurtling towards the Wrecking Ball, one on each side. While of course making a giant wall of shadows behind her to block any path backwards, the only way around the shadow whips was to somehow jump over them or dive underneath them in time. Which to do that she would need like superhuman reflexes and out of all the tanks he had fought against although one or two had speed none of them had bullet dodging reflexes, they instead tended to just let things crash into them and keep marching on. With him, that tactic wasn’t going to work. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road…again.”

He didn’t see it but he heard it, meaning he was already seconds behind whatever she was planning. The ground beneath him was shaking, as if the earth…no she was moving through the earth. She was underground and coming right at him faster than he could move, she was good. Having nearly no time to react at all Cain did the only thing he could truly think of he slammed his foot down as hard as he possibly could. In doing so not only did it create a shockwave underneath the ground but massive spikes of shadows in a radius of about twenty feet all around sprouted up out of the ground and one of those shadow’s picked Cain up and propelled him into the air out of the range of the kick that surely would have placed him on his back.

He flung back into the air, a shadow catching him and pulling him back onto the ground out of the range of the circle of spikes and away from here. Distance, that was the key in this fight, he wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to keep his distance when it came to dealing with her speed but he would figure it out. That and hopefully when she jumped into the air she landed back down upon at least one of the shadow spikes. Even if she did he raised them all up into the air and compressed them into one big shadow wall slamming it down on the ground in the same twenty foot radius. He didn’t care how fast she was she wasn’t getting past that, not without being caught underneath somehow. Not if he could do anything about it.

“Neat little trick you got there blondie, let’s see how you handle mine.” He called out to her, watching, waiting, and listening for any sign that showed she got out of there without at least a couple broken bones. She was good, she was smart, and fought different than most bruisers would, which Cain respected, but she was not going to defeat him so easily. No, he was here to win the tournament and that was what he planned on doing, it didn’t matter who got in his way they were going down in one way shape or form. Plus, apparently no one could die in this tournament; they had some big healer who could even bring back the recently dead. Just in case she did make it out he made a platform of shadow’s underneath his feet, if she was going to try the ground trick again she’d end up hitting something she couldn’t break and not him.

She had at least gotten hit by the spikes, they may not have harmed her too badly but even the smallest of cuts if in an annoying place could hinder someone. Scanning the field he saw her pop up on the other side of the shadow mat and he had it dissolve back into the ground, leaving it there would serve no true purpose for now; not yet at least. She was fast, much faster than his eyes could keep up with but what Cain truly wondered was how fast were her reflexes. How much could she really take and how much could she dish out? Cracking his neck he stood there waiting as she picked up a rock and started pelting it as she walked forward. Her plan was ingenious, and although she was obviously strong it lacked much thought.

The rocks came hurtling at very fast speeds but they were just rocks and by the time they reached Cain they were no bigger than pebbles. Simply bouncing off his diamond hard skin as if nothing was happening. "My oh my Beth, you're joking right? I mean come on short stuff, rocks?" He said raising an eyebrow before winking an eye at her, no hand movements were needed got this time. The time for showmanship was over, and it was time to get serious. As he winked her own shadow shot out from behind her back into a spear like fashion, aimed to go through her back and out the front of her chest. The best thing about shadows was there was no running from them, no escaping your own shadow. So, it was the perfect weapon. No one expected their own shadow to turn into a spear and spear them behind their back.

While this was going on Cain himself had slid down into the shadows, physically becoming one with them. He could not move or anything of the sort but he could hide there. Hide and watch as she looked for him. Only to rise up behind her and attack if the shadow spear did not do the job as it was supposed to. He did not need to finish the fight just yet, she was the one with the cuts and dripping blood not him.

Spoiler:

The moment she took off and busted through the robot camera man Cain knew something was up, she couldn’t have been in that much pain from the flesh wound he had seen. Sure, it looked pretty deep but it was nothing fatal; except maybe the blood loss slowing her down eventually. So, there he ‘sat’ wondering just what her plan truly was until he heard the spark. All it took was one little spark and she set herself a flame, literally becoming a wrecking ball of fire. She streaked across the plains this way and that way setting everything in her path on fire, as if she didn’t care anymore. If all it truly took was one wound to mess with the woman’s ego this bad he wondered what another more serious wound could do. And people called Cain the insane one.

Shaking his head he rose up from the shadows but not as Cain Vulsore, no when he rose up he was covered in shadows making a sort of armor around him. The shadows enveloped his entire body except for two slots which left room for his blood red eyes making it look all the more menacing in this fire torn battle field. As he rose up from the shadows it would seem as if a demon had been raised from the pits of hell to finish off this insignificant little speck called Wrecking Ball. Admittedly that is what Cain Vulsore had planned on doing now. The time for play, as mentioned before, was over and he was ready for her. He may not be able to tell where she is but feeling the shadows he could sense their movement and one shadow in particular was moving fast….very fast, and right for him.

Turning to face it slammed his foot down as hard as he could sending a shockwave out in every direction, putting out some of the fires, but at the same time every shadow in the battle field rose up in a spiked formation. It did not matter if Cain knew where she was or not, he didn’t need to know where she was as long as she got hit. He would let her come to him this time; drawing the Kilij of Shadows he armed himself ready to end this fight. “Come out, come out where ever you are Beth! I got something that is dying to meet you…it just wants a slice of you!” He called out waiting for her to rush at him, to make it through the maze of shadow spikes and to the center where he’d be waiting. There he’d be waiting with the Kilij, a blade built for mutilation and murder, drawn to slice into her midsection.

When the arena started to get destroyed from her constant digging and beating of the Earth, Cain knew something wasn’t right. That and that the people who built the arena were certainly not going to be happy with what had just happened, hell if he spent as much money as he was sure went into this he wouldn’t be happy that it had just gotten torn to shreds. But, back on track, Cain shot out shadows from his hands grabbing two rocks that were further away from him and pulling them underneath his feet. He wasn’t too sure how this was going to help but he figured it would look cool if he rode the rocks down to the ocean then jumped off at the last second or something insane like that.
Which of course was when he saw her, well more like caught a glimpse of her, hurtling towards him at a pace much faster than anything he had ever seen before. His eyes barely able to keep up with the girl jumping from chunk of earth to chunk of earth in his direction. At the last moment he lost sight of her and then felt something ram into his head. The force of the blow did more damage than the actual blow its self as he was sent flying forwards from her speed and mass, because he was not expecting the hit. Armor made of shadows still intact he flew a couple feet forward before gravity once again took effect.

Here he groaned looking down and landed onto a slab of earth pushing himself upwards with the shadows. The blow had dented the back of his ‘headpiece’ but thankfully he himself did not feel much of the blow. Continuing on this path his used the shadows he was creating to push himself forward from rock to rock up after her. Not too long he caught her in his sights and slashed downwards with his Kilij sending a type of shadow like arc blade slinging out at her midsection. Once the attack was done he pushed up once more before catching sight of her again, unsure if the attack hit or not, and shot his hand forward. Extending from it was a giant shadow like hand, which shot up from underneath where she was and attempted to grab her. Holding her in place where she was. If this was successful, Cain would then have the hand throw her down into him where he would be waiting and instead of the Kilij a giant shadow bat would swing into her. "Batter up..."

‘And here’s the pitch.’ That one line could define everything that was going through Cain’s mind as he had the shadow like hand hold her in place. Feeling the hand release her he counted one second and then swung the bat at where the hand had thrown her. He may not be the brightest man in the world but Cain knew that as soon he had her thrown she would be try to accelerate herself somehow and by the feel of the ‘kick’ from the shadow hand he knew his assumption was correct. The Bat swung, and the fist connected both missing their original intended targets. Cain’s bat connected not with her stomach as he intended and her fist didn’t connect with his face as she intended. No, the bat connected with fist.

Her speed and strength were great, and Cain’s bat was stronger but Cain himself was not. He knew his strength did not match hers and even though his durability surpassed her strength he could still feel the sensation of the connection between bat and wrecking ball soaring through his arms. He wasn’t sure what happened to her but he himself ‘dropped’ the shadow bat his ‘armor’ fading away as he went to hold his arms. They were not broken but they were still numb and ringing from the pure force of the blow. He could only hope her hand and or body was in worse shape than he himself was. Then of course he remembered they were still falling only seconds before the rock he and possibly she were standing on plummeted into the Atlantic Ocean.

It happened so fast that he nearly forgot to hold his breath as he had to push himself back to the top and out to breathe, arms quickly getting over the numbness because of the shock of the cold water. Strange how physics works like that, numbness forgotten once the body experiences a shock such as cold water. This was to him was also a strange sensation, actually feeling the cold water when usually it would have to be the extreme of cold or hot for him to feel anything at all. Head breaking through the waves he gasped for a breath looking around for Wrecking Ball as well. If she survived well then he’d just have to finish the fight, if she didn’t all the better to him, he thought to himself as some of the robot cameramen flew over to where they were.