B.F.G.-Saileyra Versus Forcewave Versus Campeon

Out of nowhere he appeared at the location in a flash of light and stumbled forward out of shock of even arriving here. It had not been too long ago that one John Capore had been free of a situation such as the one he had been thrust into.He had been free of such a thing as finding himself in the middle of who knows where. looking around to even get a clue as to how he had gotten here or what he was doing in that place. Forcewave was in a mountain range. That was for sure. He looked up the mountain he was standing upon towards the tip of it. Clouds were strewn around it blocking his view of it from here. He still had his costume on him for whatever reason. That was a relief. He looked around the place. Just rocks and cliff edges. The land around him had been stripped of its vegetation. Not even a blade of grass was in sight. Whomever had done this was very thorough in their efforts. The place was a barren wasteland. Why was he here then? And where was here anyways? Last thing he had seen before winding up here was a flash of some kind of light. It must have been a teleportation device of somehow. Just, how had he been pinpointed so well? He had been running when it had happened. It was all so strange.

To think, just yesterday he had been doing something far different. He had been helping out at the local community center. The work he had been taking part in doing had not been much, but it had taken longer than it should. This was because he and the others spent way too much time messing around. They had been quite rambunctious through a slew of bad jokes, acting like it was extremely difficult when it was not and general wackiness. It had been a fun couple of hours. Oh, so much of a good time.

Things had been going quite well actually. The last few days had all been great. There had not been much nonsense to deal with. That was probably why this event had struck so callously. After all, good things just don't seem to last. About twenty or so minutes after he had left the community center something occurred. Some trouble in the streets. So he had taken action against it. It was what he did after all. It's a hero thing really. That was when he encountered all those robots. There had been about a dozen of them and they had attacked him at first sight. Not even a second of hesitation. While he had been fighting them a flash of light came down on him and he would up here. How did they do it? He had just gotten out of a physical struggle with one of them when this happened. They must have done something to him. If only he knew what.

Forcewave sat down to rest and think it all over. He had to be here for some reason. Whomever was behind those robots wanted something out of him to teleport him here of all places. Were they just trying to get him out of the area? That seemed like a pointless thing to do. There were plenty of other superheroes around. He knew some of them personally. He could probably try to reach one of them. Speaking of which that communicator also had GPS on it. That would really help in figuring out where he was at. He pulled it out and searched through the options until he found the GPS device. It said he was in the middle of the ocean. Yet he was clearly on dry land. Forcewave looked to the horizon and sure enough saw water. Perhaps he was on an island maybe. One that did not register on his GPS. Getting off and back home will sure be fun. He had only one idea as to how to do just that. As he was getting ready to do it a voice spoke through the air.

It explained everything, except who was responsible. So, he was not alone here. That seemed like a good thing if it were not for the fact that everybody had been gathered as part of a test of survival. They would be surviving against not only the environment, but each other. It was a dangerous game that was about to be played, and he was apart of it. This seemed a lot more perilous than that other tournament. He stood up to look around him once again and saw nobody. Forcewave started to walk down the mountain a bit in search of a safe place to camp out. His steps caused a few chunks of ground to collapse and fall down the mountain towards the valley below. Perhaps he may have just alerted another of the contestants to his location. Hopefully not as he was not sure he was ready just yet. Forcewave pulled out his clawshots and used them to make traversing across the mountain ledges safer. He eventually found a small cave. More like a cove. It could provide shelter though. He had no idea how many others were competing, or were they could even be. Finding a place to settle himself in was best for now.

Campeon enjoys training, always has and odds are he always will. It was his own personal time to reflect on the world and it is one of the few times where the world makes sense. “You  do A, B an C and you get X, Y an Z”. The simplicity and honesty of it all really.  A nice juxtoposition of his daily patrols or just his actions as a metahuman superhero. So much weight and importance placed into each and everyone of his actions, constantly scrutinised by eyes both seen and unseen, spoken about by voices rather loud and some that had never been heard before.  It was difficult for the fighter. He had been living in a world of direct results and direct advancement. He trains hard to improve, he improves, he fights, he goes onto bigger and better things. Thus was the law of the ring.


Now however,  He has to tussle with things beyond what he could imagine back home, people with skills and abilities beyond anything he had seen before.  Worse yet, victory does not always bode well, People get hurt, things get destroyed, all because of a freak accident he had in his youth.  But still he attempts to make the most of it, fight the good fight and try to make the right decisions and all of that jazz,  It was hard for him But he has had to learn so very much on the job, way more than that could be expected from some kid from La Barrio. But he still struggles on, pushing forward and always attempting to do the right thing at the right time for hopefully the right people.

But for right now Campeon was away from all of that, he found himself in a part of Chicago that had been long ago forgotten by many and avoided by those who still recall its bright past, an old industrial park is where Campeon had made his training rounds. Here it was he was pounding on concrete pillars until they crumbled under his monumental force, here he was harnessing himself to trains long forgotten by their conductors and reclaimed by graffiti artists and dragging them around the rails. This training was simple and it just gave Campeon a break from his day job. But also Campeon desires to find his limits and improve, a desire to find his limits and continue moving upward. Then, as he was suddenly struck by something, something hard and forceful and hurt a bit, something rare for Campeon, But as he turned around to strike his unknown assailant a flash of light and he was suddenly in a place that was very much not Chicago.

He found himself ontop of a very barren mountain, as he looked around he may of though he was teleported to Puerto Rico but without the lovely greenery.  He listened to the announcement grimly, but he was game, he decided to look for whatever he could see atop of the mountain. He spotted something off in the distance, it looked like someone or something jumping off and down, or at least the silhouette of it on a mountain top or something, figuring the situation Campeon decides to take advantage of this, he takes a large stone from his mountaintop, around the size of a cantaloupe, he picks it up and hurls it sidearm style at the figure atop the mountain before heading down the opposite side, both to avoid retaliation and to find shelter

Vexus had to say, the barren mountain range was most likely her favorite of the four. It was the attention to detail that she gave in order to remove all plant life from the area without compromising the shape and form of the mountain. Granted she did shake a few rocks loose, however that could not be helped. Roots buried in the ground for decades, maybe even centuries, it took enough care not to just create a second desert location. For this location she had to be a little more meticulous when picking a creature to attack them. Since there was more rough terrain, more cover, and more space she had to take all of those factors into consideration. The combatants at this location had not met each other so there was no location for Vexus to appear at in order to introduce her creations.

With this she simply sent one of the creatures after each of the participants. These beasts stood on two legs and had wicked spines protruding from its back and chest in addition to a bone-like tail. Similar spikes lines its arms and made up its hands as well. This monster could not see and let out screeches from its mouth and the two openings on its chest as a sonar in order to see its surroundings. The beast did not move very fast, however it was very proficinet in combat and was more durable than it let on to be. Though a slim creature, its strength was not to be underestimated. Its claws could crush and slice through solid rock. It also has complete control over the spines on its back chest as we as its tail giving it few areas around it that were out of its reach. The also act as feelers for a better look at its immediate surroundings. Being insect like it can stick to and scale the sides of the mountains giving it an environmental advantage.
This was personally Elena's favorite beast, she may even put these into production. It could be the latest advancement in childhood nightmare creatures. Things were moving forward as now all four of the battle fields had been plagued with different monsters in order to hinder their own personal fights.

Spinal Spyder Lizard

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So, this strange and mysterious competition that he had been forced into participating in via a freaking teleportation module had begun. Or someone had said it had begun. It did not look like anything had started by what he could see. Forcewave looked around once again and still saw nothing. No other combatants or anything of interest that signified a competition like the one that had been described by the voice. Nothing in sight but a barren mountainous wasteland that was probably the battlefield. "Okay, I guess I could work on some stuff in the meantime. Or, just sit around and, well, look at the clouds in the sky." To him the former sounded like a much better option. Probably a safer one too. The loud voice that had made the announcement had clearly stated that survival was key here. Perhaps that mean't this was to the death. If so, being prepared was definitely the way to go.

Luckily he was already somewhat set up to last for some time. There were a few small inlets lining the path he had would up along. He had searched inside them all and found a few things that were helpful. Forcewave then began marking the area for a few reasons. The mountainside edge around him was very steep and the ground was not stable at all. It was prime landslide territory. Anyone who was not careful would have the landscape coming down on them. It was a major risk trying to stake a position here. One he was not sure it was best to take. For now however, he was ready for whom he might first meet. In the meantime he saw opportunity elsewhere.

Forcewave looked down at the valley below him. He could just barely make out what was down there. He could see anyone though. "Alright. Where are these other competitors?" he was wondering. Calling them competitors just did not feel right to him. They were probably all being forced to compete just as he was. If whomever had arranged this could find people perfectly willing to participate in an event such as this then there would be no need to go around kidnapping people for it. He could not allow himself to think about that anymore. No, he had something planned. Something that would put him in position to win this thing regardless of what he was up against. Forcewave needed to get moving on setting up the final pieces of it. He felt like a chess player or some kind of strategist with this one. Sure, he may not be interested in potentially taking somebody else's life or going about slaughtering others over a stupid competition that none of them could prove was even legitimate, but he needed to protect himself. He simply did not wish to die here, and would certainly fight to prevent it.

He got moving again. What he was preparing was really complicated. So complicated he feared he may not be able to keep track of it all at all times. Still, it allowed for plenty of options, and options were a personal preference of his. This mountain may be completely bare of any vegetation, yet it still provided plenty of tools for him to work with. It took about a half hour before things were finally put in place. All this time he saw no signs of anybody. This mountainous area was just so big it could probably sustain a dozen combatants for this thing. Once he was done he went back inside one of the inlets for something.

He had been in there for not even a minute when he heard it. A loud noise, then another and another. It was something moving. Something was approaching. Perhaps this competition of his finally drew near. Forcewave turned around and looked outside the entrance to his hiding place. At first, he saw nothing. No sign of what could have been making those noises. He continued to look until he saw it. A creature, yes, that was surely the right word for it. An abomination perhaps. Something that seemed to simply defy logic with just its appearance. It was something that did not look like it should exist. Yet it did, and it was slowly moving in his general direction. Its size made scaling the mountain a nearly impossible task. Surely enough some of the ground beneath its feet collapsed and sent it back down the mountain. That did not stop it though. It just kept on trekking forward. It was searching for somebody it seems. Forcewave himself perhaps. This thing did not seem like another competitor to him. It was more like an obstacle. Another threat introduced into this game.

Forcewave snuck out of his hiding hole and crawled along the pathway to someplace else. A place that now held interest for him. This creature had opened up an opportunity for him. So, of course he was taking it. He kept quiet as he crawled along the pathway. He could see the creature ever looming closer but did not panic. Then, when the time was right he made his move. Forcewave knocked over a rock lodged along the pathway that went flying down towards the creature. The rock did little more than annoy it, but more importantly it attracted its attention directly to him. It came chasing after him and Forcewave made a mad dash from it. He pulled out his clawshot and fired it outwards. It latched onto the next mountain over. He then attached the second to the mountain and pretty much ziplined over there. In the distance he saw another creature. It was identical to the one chasing after him. That one was trying to get to him but could not reach him. Forcewave generated some more distance from it and once again caused the mountainside to crumble by blasting it with some of his own lightning aimed near the creature's feet and sending the creature down it once again. It would take awhile for it to get back up. He did not want it too though. Instead he kept luring it along the next mountain towards the other one."Come on you. Keep coming.This way now." he was repeating to himself as he kept moving. If he was right then things were sure to get interesting really soon.