Rosie vs. Daemonuse

[The Great MM]

[glow=blue,5,000]Rosie[/glow]

[glow=yellow,2,500]v e r s u s[/glow]

[glow=purple,5,000]Daemonuse[/glow]

Ref: HayesAJones

[Blerhwave]

you dont like going first do you? luls


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The shady serpentine demon, Daemonuse, slithers his way out of a dark portal that leads to the shadow realm. He climbs out and "stands" against the rocky, dry ground of a desert wasteland. The scenery seems to be crops of boulders varying in size, a humongous rock wall that Daemonuse (any kaiju for that matter) has to look up to view the thousands of meters it stretches, and tumbleweeds. Daemonuse has come here to do battle with Rosie, the Klenthurian war-machine made of strapping muscle and a "take no shit" attitude- all he needs. Daemonuse understands Rosie is no pushover by any means, and for him, that's gonna make the fight all the more fun.

And victory all the more sweeter.


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Daemonuse has entered the building.

[The Great MM]

In a flash of brilliant light, Rosie was here. The abominable, great white walrus threw his arms into the air and roared into the brilliant sun beating the barren landscape. His clawed feet sunk into the sand as he continued his war cry. He didn’t care for this environment, but he had been in far worse. He’d make this quick and make this unworthy demon regret its very existence!

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

The deafening, drawn out voice of the Announcer boomed across the barren landscape, rocking the demon and the brute.

"Monsters! COMMENCE COMBAT!"

[Blerhwave]

Daemonuse starts the match off with words. To his fellow combatant, Daemonuse announces, "Ssss; good to see you made it..." Rosie stands tall in a confident posture, his muscles bulging from under his furry skin, and his attitude silent. That was Rosie, alright; the big, silent brute, one who stands 120 meters tall and proudly. Daemonuse brings his height to hover above Rosie's head; to make him have to look up. Just a psychological gesture (one that Daemonuse understands Rosie is too thick-headed to fall for...but he does it anyway. Chalk it up to "the fun of it"). Daemonuse now looms over Rosmarus Maximus at a total height of 160 meters. Rosie looks up, ...but is not impressed. Daemonuse springs forward with his Soul Reaping Scythes poised for mauling, his skull-like jaws separated to chew up Rosie's throat, but Rosie is ready. The Klenthurian Product clotheslines Daemonuse, and the serpentine terror slumps against the ground with a tender, swelling-up neck.

"Thought you demons were 'spose tuh be omniscient," Rosie speaks in his low voice, commanding the attention of even entities as small as particles in the air with his commanding strength. "Ssss, now where would the fun be in that, Mammal?"

Daemonuse lunges like a snake and wraps his coils around Rosie. The demon's constriction didn't even phase ol' Rosie, so he makes no effort to resist it. His arrogance will be his undoing... Daemonuse exacts his cold embrace attack, conducting navy blue bolts of energy from his body and throughout Rosie's. His body and temperature cools; not harmful whatsoever. In fact, Daemonuse is relieving the Walrus Warrior! The dry climate of the wasteland has been drying him out (again, not harmfully) so the rapid cooling feels nice to the kaiju extroardinaire. Rosie resists even less, and Serpentine Spirit Crusher detects it. He's well aware of Rosie's cold-based damage immunity; but this is merely phase one of his attack... "Aw, why stop? That felt refreshing!" These are Rosie's words in response to Daemonuse stopping his "attack." He speaks like a jolly Santa Claus- of DEATH. Daemonuse does not respond to Rosie's misconception, that the Master of Torture was unaware of the uselessness of cold attacks. Instead, he lets his following actions do the talking. Daemonuse's coils all of a sudden burst into Hellfire and fills Rosie's senses with the rotten scent of cooking flesh. The sudden temperature change has a couple of effects. Number one, his heart starts beating irregularly; and number two, his dense hide slightly weakens. Snow white fur becomes decorated with the black splotches that are charred fur. Noxious smoke fills the immediate vicinity of the two monsters wrapped (literally) in combat, and Rosie starts coughing from the fumes filling his lungs and burning at his throat. What started as a healthy pink, transforms into an infected red (but his carelessness for pain prevents him from feeling the pain). The supernatural smoke even causes blood to leak from points along the lining of the throat, as the violent coughing opens up some small lesions.

Daemonuse disengages his living prey and slithers back about 50 meters (for his second attack, he needs to be in close proximity). Rosie grunts in annoyance as he pats out the wildfires present around his body. The serpentine stalker of the shadows phases down into the shadow realm through an oval darkened doorway against the ground where Nosdrah's Lt. stands (or stood, rather). He reappears behind the walrus with his back facing Rosie's. The Klenthurian war machine turns quickly; he expected a demon to cowardly attack from behind, but such was not the Herald's intentions; he just needed to position himself facing away from his enemy. In fact, Daemonuse hoped Rosmarus would turn around! Daemonuse has his lower body lifted in the air, standing on his "hands" while they are placed against the rock ground of his position. He curves his tail back, then commands it forward; the tail tip weapon slams to a halt in Rosie's right shoulder (the serrated blade able to lodge itself in the flesh thanks to the tough hide's sensitivity from the rapid temperature change). Daemonuse forces his blade back (back in terms of Rosie's point of view), then slowly rakes it back towards the demon owner to saw into the bone with the serrated edge of his weapon. Rosie roars in acknowledgement of the pressure to his limb, but pressure is all he acknowledges. Still, the fact remains that Rosie doesn't have to feel the damage; the damage just has to be done to score in the serpent torturer's favor. .

Daemonuse has since retracted his tail and returned to facing Rosie (still towering 160 meters tall). Rosie holds his profusely-bleeding deep gash with his opposite hand, and it soaks up the blood pouring out. A stain of blood is installed into the fur running diagonally down his chest, and continuing down the stomach. The shoulder's injury pulsates, even.

Two attacks down, and two more to go 'til it is Rosmarus Maximus' turn. The shadow stalker's body explodes with a "poof" of dark colored smoke, mostly black and dark blue tint. The maneuver gives the loyal herald shadow-made wings, dark transparent energy extensions to all three blades, and an outline of primarily black with fluctuating morbid purple along his demonic form. Nosdrah's loyal warrior is inumbrate. The Hell-dweller raises both arms and claps his "hands" together. Reacting, two 40 meter big rocks with sharpened edges crash edges-first into Rosie's sides, outlined by the same umbrakinetic energy that Daemonuse is currently charged with. The two projectiles hit, and continue to press like two magnets attracting eachother. Rosie brings the boulders with his strong fists and strains his muscles to try and pull the rocks loose (or at least heighten resistance), but the sadist does not relent. The crushing articles just keep pressing hard and painfully into the walrus' kidneys (which in anatomical terms, the kidneys are sensitive spots to attack, hence the effectiveness of kidney punches). The pressure from the attack (the damage unable to be registered) brings R. Maximus to his knees (which his fur becomes mixed with tan from the sand and dirt collecting in his furr at said areas). While Rosie is preoccupied with the onslaught of the supernatural kidney punches, Daemonuse flicks his head up, commanding another boulder (same size as the other pair) to arise and speed forward towards Rosie's face with considerable momentum...

[The Great MM]

So like... yeah...

Rosie can't talk.

[Blerhwave]

the dialogue is translated roars and grunts from Rosie, not actual speaking English. does that help any, or does Rosie not roar either?

[The Great MM]

The boulder shattered against Rosie's muzzle, covering the mammalian juggernaut with dust and pebbles. As the dust cloud fell to his feet, the behemoth's face remained relatively unfazed, just a minor nose bleed. He tilted his head and smirked. He then roared, acting as if he wanted more! Something the spiritual serpent would gladly do!

He lifted up more boulders and tossed them, but like a pro-boxer, Rosie began to punch the projectiles out of the sky, raining smaller rocks onto the grassy wasteland. He began to march forward triumphantly, punching boulders out of the air. The serpent hissed, stopping the assault of boulders, but it was too late.

Rosie picked up speed and charged like a rig! He collided with the demon, hand clenching his throat! The demon cursed and roared, struggling as the walrus' grip tightened. Rosie roared in the vile thing's face and began to smash his forehead into his opponent's! The blows echoed like thunder, echoing over and over again as Rosie continued to use his head as a weapon. Daemonuse's head began to spin. He may like pain, but a concussion was a whole different thing!

After the fifth blow, Rosie released his foe, allowing him drop on the ground. Not backing down, Rosie reached down, grabbing each jaw with his colossal hands and prying them apart. He then lifted his head and thrust it down... into his victim's wide maw! The demon gagged and cried, struggling to fight back as Rosie continued to stuff his foot down Daemonuse's throat! The sharp claws, designed to shatter ice, easily ripped apart the beast's soft flesh of its insides! Removing his hands, Rosie leg vanished to the knee, now wearing the demon's head as a boot!

Crimson waves began to spill from Daemonuse's maw, but this was only the beginning! Lifting his leg, Rosie began to lift up his foot and slam it down... forcing his foot down deeper! And deeper! and deeper! and deeper! Daemonuse's entire body began to whip, struggling to remove Rosie's foot from his throat!

After the fifth slam, Rosie pulled his foot out. Daemonuse's head fell limp, his maw spilling counting gallons of red gore, saliva, and vomit. The walrus' leg had also been dyed by the villain's bodily fluids, the white fur now black and red. The demon rolled over onto its front side, using its immense claws to begin to crawl away. Smirking, Rosie lifted his foot... prepared to bring it down on the back of his head!

[Blerhwave]

A vulgar display of raw muscle and power, that Rosie. But predictable. Gladiators like him are always quick to attack with their own bodies; punches, kicks, slams. Predictable. Daemonuse acting beaten, trying to retreat along the ground, is just that- an act. The Hell-dweller could almost bet that Rosie would try to slam him with a part of his mammal appendages, and if he could distract Rosie- get him to think that the situation is under his control, he'll let down his guard during his attack. While Daemonuse pulls himself along the ground, he is already plotting retaliation. Rosie comes up from behind and raises his foot, so sure that the demon is his that he "counts his chickens before they've even hatched" as the human expression goes. He starts thinking about victory, unwittingly leaving himself open to an attack.

WHACK.

An 80 meter long battering rim as thick as 3/4 of the gladiator's meaty thigh slams into Rosie's right side at high speeds. As thick as Rosie's body is (from all that compact muscle), the umbra object's elemental mean of propulsion is not limited by stamina, or a limited strength like a throw or a punch from a kaiju would be. The blunt end of the log presses deep into the point of impact and throws Rosie into the long stone wall of the battlefield, sandwiching him between literally a rock and a hard place. The force drives Rosmarus into the stone and causes the area resisting him to cave under pressure, leaving an imprint. Rosie coughs up blood that freely falls to the ground from the force impacting his kidney. After some time, Daemonuse flinches and makes the forceful weapon disappear in a haze of vapors.

As soon as Rosie bounces off the ground from impact, he gets right back to his feet. His fur hides a large purple welt right outside where his kidney rests from the Shadow Stalker's sight, but Daemonuse can smell the bruise.

"The kidneys; quite the sensitive area to attack. Even something as simple as a kidney punch will down a big brute like you when it hits hard enough. You waste your effort performing over the top attacks like placing your foot inside me (which by the way tickled, I think, hahaha), when in reality, you can apply just as much damage...more even, so long as you know your anatomy. Attack the right spots, and you can attain just as much effectiveness as your little "kick" to my insides. Ah, the beauty in simplicity."

Rosie just stares with beady eyes, unamused. Daemonuse, admittedly, is amused enough for the both of 'em. Rosie picks up a hefty chunk of rock and flings it at the demon, but the projectile is met with a Living Arrow. Once the energy weapon clashes with the rock and blows it into chunks, both kaiju can hear the moans and screams of the souls back in Hell whose spirits were used to power that particular blast from the skull-like maw of the Hell-dweller. It was a distraction, though. Rosie immediately began charging forward as soon as the Living Arrow weapon left Daemonuse's lips. Daemonuse leans down and digs his sharp scythes (devoid of the dark extensions now that Daemonise has made himself inumbrate) into the ground, and with a hefty pull, the serpentine nightmare flings himself straight for his approacher. Daemonuse and Rosie slamming together chest-against-chest releases a seismic "thud", and the two begin grappling. Daemonuse keeps a smile the entire demonstration; to him, this is just fun, nothing that can be taken serious. Now it's Rosie who is [in this case] serious enough for the both of them. Punches and kicks are blocked, then returned to the other contender. Rosie gets off a solid uppercut to Serpentine Spirit Crusher's abdomen. Daemonuse's body recoils from the punch. Then, Daemonuse lunges off of Rosie and drifts backwards into a portal leading to the Dark Dimension. As quickly as the dimensional rift disappears, one reappears against the rock wall. The cool breeze leaving the doorway catches Rosie's attention, and so he turns it to the wall- specifically, that oval of dark colors. All is silent for one second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seco-

From within the comfort of the darkness, Daemonuse unleashes ash collected from Hell itself from his muzzle, and it is shaped and led out by umbra. The ash is shaped into the form of a long, oriental dragon. The dragon roars through the air and bites into Rosie's right shoulder. The head of the dragon disperses into mist, and the length of it joins the head and bursts outward with concussive force once it is all collected around the shoulder. The pierced flesh explodes, stripping the fur and outer layer of flesh just a bit to reveal the muscle underneath. The collective Hellfire Ash saturates the muscle and immensely dries it out, eliminates nutrients in it, and damages it quite a bit from all the ash coating that one point. While Rosie cannot feel the burning pain that such an injury would create...his arm movement is sure to suffer and meet resistance for the rest of the match. Score one for the shadow stalking serpent, which speaking of...has exited his domain and returns inumbrate. With a flap of his transparent demon's wings, Daemonuse takes flight. He soars forward and comes face-to-face with the Klenthurian bruiser; the Hell-dweller plunges his shadow blades through Rosie's head and chest- placing the shadow extensions through the brain and the heart. The shadows touching his very soul freeze the walrus in place and damage his spirit. That, he feels. His spirit vibrates with an electric-like pain as his confidence suffers a little bit. Rosie can take a beating and ignore the physical, but spiritual pain? That's a whole different ballgame.

Daemonuse rips his shadow blades out and returns airborne; he hovers about 700 total meters above the dried, sandy ground of the wasteland. While Rosie combats the damage done to his soul and combats the negative energy-induced paralysis as well as animalistic hornyness, Daemonuse belches three Living Arrows. The concussive spirit-comprised weapons home in on Rosie's chest...

[The Great MM]

The three arrows come down like harpies, plunging into Rosie’s burly chest. The arrows detonate, obscuring the colossus with view. As the smoke cleared, Daemonuse was in for a surprise. The walrus stood, hands at his sides, shoulders rolling, and maw laughing. Pain was pain. Physical, mental, and even this so-called spiritual… pain was pain. It was something he was bred to shrug off. He endured more torture than a Holocaust victim during his training… and he walked away as the most impervious kaiju known to man.

To illustrate this fact to his demonic foe, Rosie’s right arm pulled away and punched the area his flesh was turning purple: the kidney. Any other monster would have collapsed from the pain, but not Rosie. Not Rosmarus Maximus. Lifting up the same arm, he laid his hand out between his face and Daemonuse, keeping it flat and fingers pointing at the spirit serpent. The fingers bent repeatedly, back and forth and his roar echoed louder than thunder. The message was simple… and insulting.

“JUST BRING IT, BITCH!”

Daemonuse’s roar was deafening and he came down faster than his living arrows had. His claws spread wide, ready to cut Rosie to ribbons! The great white walrus stood firm, keeping himself braced. Just as the demon got near, his arms lashed out… stopping him cold and grabbing the shoulders! The deadly claws lashed out, but Rosie’s grip on his shoulders tightened. He released his left hand and used it to grasp the demon’s right elbow.

Controlling the arm, the walrus turned the blade against its master. The demon tried to resist, but Rosie simply outclassed him. With a show of power, he plunged the blade into Daemonuse’s own chest! The demon hissed, tongue flicking before Rosie’s face. The walrus kept the arm in position, keeping the deadly sickle stuck in the fiend’s body. His other hand released the shoulder, grabbing the opposite elbow.

Pulling him forward, Rosie released the right elbow and brought his hammer-like fist up. The blow smashed against Daemonuse’s snout with such force, teeth flew in the opposite direction. And that was merely the beginning of this kaiju-tastic beat down. The solid fist swung again, smashing the right side of the face even harder, fracturing the bone-like armor, spilling crimson that fell into the demon’s now-limp jaw.

The demon can take as much joy of pain as he wants… he still suffered from it.

Each blow rattled the brains, threatening bleeding that would send the thing into a coma.

A third blow made his crimson eyes roll back to the point his pupils were gone. A larger tooth spiraled off scene, stabbing into the ground. The demon’s nose than begin to leak, following a blow that showered crimson on Rosie’s snout. The walrus grinned. A fourth punch followed, rattling the brain even more so. At the same time, Rosie released the demon’s elbow and pulled his arm up, smashing it into Daemonuse’s throat with such force the demon was carried off the ground and smashed onto the ground.

He was a reptile… or close enough anyway… that the physical signs weren’t apparent, but the insides were devastated. His throat began to swell on the inside, threatening to choke him out while blood now flowed from the facial orifices.

The walrus knew the demon was probably “faking it”, or whatever he called it. He acted quickly, grabbing out and yanking his tail up. Pulling him close, he positioned the beast so that his arm, still stabbed in his own chest, rested on his knee as he knelt down. He held him there for a few moments, watching the demon’s throat bulge. He grinned…

Good.

Lifting up both hands and forming a single, colossal fist with each… he dropped them on the arm stabbed into Daemonuse’s body! The serpent’s eyes widened and jaw released a cry… or more like a gurgle. The scythe was driven into the base, only miraculously not hitting any vital organs. Rosie allowed the pathetic villain to roll of his knee, staining his fur with crimson as he did.

Stepping up straight, the walrus chuckled and rolled his shoulders. He smashed his fists against his chest and lifted his foot again, placed it on the hand, and began to apply pressure… driving the blade in even deeper!

[Blerhwave]

Just wanna/need to point out a couple things first.

Apr 10, 2012 19:24:54 GMT -5 The Great MM said:

Pain was pain. Physical, mental, and even this so-called spiritual… pain was pain.

Spiritual pain is not like physical and/or mental. It affects the true soul of a being or kaiju. There's really no physical and/or mental strength that can protect or defend against it. The only true defense against spiritual pain/damage is, well, a pure spiritual one.

Apr 10, 2012 19:24:54 GMT -5 The Great MM said:

It was something he was bred to shrug off. He endured more torture than a Holocaust victim during his training… and he walked away as the most impervious kaiju known to man.

The torture he endured was a great way to strengthen his mind and body, but the damage done is based in the soul, not the mind or body. And the torture doesn't strengthen defenses against Netherworldly damage.

anyways.



Rosie pushes the sickle in deeper and deeper at a slow pace. Daemonuse returns with hisses and snarls. If Daemonuse does not counter the walrus gladiator soon, his own weapon will tear through him. Daemonise will not give Rosie the satisfaction of that. Appearing out of thin air, black chains shoot down and hook into Rosie's exposed shoulder, all three of them. The barbed hooks do a good job of rendering Rosie's damaged area, and lift him into the air. He soars quickly, then the chains stop where they are to allow Rosmarus to dangle close to roughly 2,000 meters. He's held by nothing but the chains. Gravity pulls at the walrus, threatening to rip apart his very shoulder; the chains did not give the luxury of slack to the mammal. Daemonuse stares with a concentrated, silent look, but enjoys the sight after he pulled out his appendage from his body. His ink-like blood travels down the serpent's front length in thin lines, something Nosdrah's Lt. does not pay attention to.

The serpent lets Rosie hang there until finally, gravity drags the pointed tips all the way through the muscle and rip it apart (notably they hooked deep down, not near the top, so they slash through a good distance). Rosie plummets only to smash with built up velocity injured right shoulder-first. The impact sends a heaping mass of pain to travel through the nerves, but it's pain Rosie will never feel. As much of an edge the pain immunity gives to Rosie, it also is a weakness, and one that can spell doom for the mammal if he's not careful. By not feeling the pain, Rosie is susceptible to over-using a certain body part because he cannot gauge its damage by the pain it generates, and can gravely wound a part, something he's about to do (but not of his own volition).

Rosie saw Daemonuse when he landed, but after he rises to his feet, the Klenthurian Juggernaut sees his attacker no longer. Instead, where Serpentine Spirit Crusher "stood", is a large dark mass against the ground. A moving one, at that; it speeds towards Rosie to mix with the shadow his body is projecting. Once that happens, the gladiator feels a strange sense overwhelm his mind. His body starts to move in spite of Rosie. The walrus can only watch as his right fist clenches into a solid battering weapon, then subsequently rears back and throws brute force-filled punches to Rosie's nose. The action repeats a number of times, before Rosie can unclench his fist willingly. That happens when the second shadow leaves his body's own. From that shadow, Daemonuse arises from the dark depths. Rosie's white hand is now stained with blood and cartilage. No longer can he breathe through his nose, for Rosie has broken it- and severely at that. Not only that, but his arm over-exerted itself. So wide were the swings, that he threw out his damaged shoulder and augmented the damage done to the specific muscle. His entire right side is stained with the warm secretions that are his blood that nonstop escapes the gaping tear. Without skipping a beat, the Hellserpent lunges forward to coil around Rosie. Spreading his quarry's jaws wide open, Daemonuse leans his long neck in to deliver the kiss of death. The Hell-bred demon separates his own jaws (that are notably bloody), then dumps a big heap of Hellfire Ash down Rosmarus Maximus' throat. The drying dust builds up in and along Rosie's throat/neck and his lungs. His airway is blocked by the unholy weapon of mass torture. Daemonuse uncoils to watch Rosie stumble back and hold his throat, struggling for his life to breathe air that cannot make it down his throat. If he could feel pain, he would be feeling an excruciating dry as well as itchy, and burning experience! His lungs would feel like they are on fire, with the Underworld's own infamous fire. His lungs are pretty much poisoned by a most Unholy armament, and have externally grown spots and stripes as black as the ocean's bottom. The nutrients have also been wiped clean from Rosie's throat. He occasionally tries to breathe through his nose in desperation, but it doesn't work, nor can or will it work, for the nose has been reduced to a very bloody pulp by Rosie himself through Daemonuse's dark will. To have the places overwhelmed by the particles like he does, that is an effective attack that certainly affects Rosie's body in a most negative way.

Now, with his opponent at mercy and struggling very hard just to take even one little breathe of air, Daemonuse sends a Nightshade beam towards Rosie. While Rosie won't feel the pain of the attack if it connects successfully, the fact remains that the damage will still be done, whether Rosie feels it or not...

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

MM, ya' gots twenty-four hours.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

One more hour.

[The Great MM]

Check your PMs, Hayes.

[Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual]

This match will be placed on hold until an internal issue is overcome. So, uh... hold tight 'til then.