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Post by The Great MM on May 5, 2012 21:54:13 GMT -5
The tail came down like a whip onto the back of a pre-civil war American slave. The monstrous chipmunk squealed in agony as it drug sticky, goopy gore along with it as the pink appendage lifted up. Flailing, Scrambles wobbly lifted up on his hind legs just as the tail came down again, striking the uprooted ground. The chipmunk then launched...
Like a hellish rocket he launched...
Coming down with his grinders spinning and limbs wide, he belly flopped onto the back of the Sub-Titan! The great mole's body was pushed down, pinned underneath Scrambles for a brief moment. While the chipmunk dug his short claws into the soft flesh of the mammal's sides, this was only the first part of its attack...
His large tail lifted up and like a frying pan, it came down... directly on the base of Sub-Titan's tail! The mole's eyes went wide and jaws parted into a scream as a hammer-like blow nearly crushed it! The larger, more physically powerful Sub-Titan reared up, feeding off the rage and pain.
Scrambles clung to his back like a bitch in heat, refusing to relent. His tail kept pounding at the legs, ass, and tail of his subterranean nemesis. Each blow rang aloud like thunder, followed by the stomach-churning noise of cracking and crunching... each blow threatening to grind bone to dust.
At last, the Sub-Titan managed to free himself of the enrage chipmunk. Thrusting his back into a surrounding tree, the strike forced Scrambles to release the mole and slump down, leaves the sizes of cars gliding to the dirt.
With a limp and slow moving tail, Sub-Titan turned to face Scrambles again. He growled, as did the chipmunk monstrosity...
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 7, 2012 20:10:19 GMT -5
While Scramble's growl stayed low and guttural, rolling past his grinder jaws like something sticky and wet, the sound rumbling in the Sub-Titan's chest grew rapidly in pitch, quickly becoming shrill and shrieking. Warping the very air with its frequency, the screech finally broke through an invisible barrier and exploded into a violent sonic scream! Scrambles was rocked hard, as if a solid wall had smashed across his front. Great head shaking and blood falling from his ears in streams, the chipmunk slowly backpedaled, as if being physically pushed. Pained by the great assault of sound, but stunned into silence of both voice and body, Scrambles dropped to his belly, ears aching and head ringing. A low moan came from the woodland mutation, saliva and blood bubbling from his hideous jaws.
The Sub-Titan stepped forward with a hiss, but staggered greatly. The mole gave his own moan. He was no better off than the chipmunk. His claws and tail and wail had ravaged the mutant, yes, but the ugly thing's organic grinders left hot gore oozing down the burrowing monster's body. Strikes from the little giant's club-like tail were almost as devastating, leaving great patches of soreness all across the subterranean juggernaut's hide. The mole's woozy groan became another savage hiss. This had to be ended quickly, for both their sakes.
Dropping to all fours, the Sub-Titan lowered his thinly furred skull, tore up the ground some with his heavy paws, and then charged, like a hunchbacked bull!
Scrambles squealed in alarm and sprung up, adrenaline burning through the cobwebs in his skull. Unfortunately for the smaller beast, this was a poor move, for the Sub-Titan simply barreled under those deadly jaws and into the chipmunk's gut, narrow skull impacting soft flesh like a battering ram. The freak of nature screamed, blood spurting from its whirling jaws, all the air force from its lungs. Massive paws punching the earth, the Sub-Titan flipped himself over, Scrambles balanced on his slender skull. The chipmunk thrashed and flailed, but couldn't dislodge itself, and was promptly crushed under the 60,000 ton girth of his heftier foe. More blood was forced from those bizarre jaws, Scrambles squashed and gushing crimson from the mouth.
Rolling from his bleeding foe, the mammalian gargantua rose up on his hind legs again, lips curled and flinging spittle in a vicious snarl, and the mole lashed out with his long claws, the dagger-like burrowing tools slashing at tender flesh...
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Post by Blerhwave on May 8, 2012 17:03:33 GMT -5
5 more posts, MM counting us down with his next post.
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Post by The Great MM on May 14, 2012 18:58:00 GMT -5
Anyway we can get a call on this match about now? I honestly can't think of any more attacks that I haven't put to use already... and I think both have been taken to the brink.
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Post by Blerhwave on May 14, 2012 19:23:15 GMT -5
certainly.
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Post by Blerhwave on May 15, 2012 20:03:01 GMT -5
gentlemen, you'll have a verdict tomorrow. today was a bit hectic for me D:
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Post by Blerhwave on May 16, 2012 21:50:36 GMT -5
A loud speaker disguised as a kaiju proportional beehive announces, "Monsters, cease combat! A victor has been decided. The winner of this brutal, bloody match, is The Sub-Titan; I repeat, winner, is The Sub-Titan! Both monsters have pleased us greatly with such a violent sparring. Return to your quarters, where there will be food waiting for the both of you, and some luxurious gifts for a job well done; fighting the match just how the UCA likes it."
Well, this one came down close. Both combatants came up with nasty attacks, and kept scoring heavy damage. The Sub-Titan came out on top by just 3 points. Great job, both of you.
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Post by The Great MM on May 16, 2012 22:12:14 GMT -5
Scrambles was bloodied and beaten. Unable to move, the chipmunk was helpless as a column of heavenly light fell upon him. groaning in agony before falling into unconsciousness, the grinder mouthed freak was near death...
But the darkness began to brighten. His eyes opened. No longer could he feel pain. And no longer was he within the confines of the UCA. The beast had been released back onto Genesis Island, sleeping in his den. Was it all just a dream!?
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on May 17, 2012 22:49:05 GMT -5
The Sub-Titan was victorious, but victory came at a cost, and a severe one at that. Although the bloodied mole reared up with a shrill howl of triumph, he staggered, blood sloshing from his broken body and splattering across the shredded forest floor.
With a low whine, the mammalian titan fell, life leaving his body.
He was tired, so very tired...
The UCA came to the rescue, a column of brilliant light piercing the thick canopy above and engulfing the still mole. In a flash, the Sub-Titan was in his quarters, soaking in his already filled regeneration tank. Unlike Scrambles, who was a newcomer and returned home, the Sub-Titan had been dislocated too long to return home. Instead, the emerald energy barrier of his massive enclosure was stained by crimson, red- the color that signaled an inactive monster here at the UCA- replacing green. The mole had been retired.
This match had been the last for not only one, but two monsters.
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