DTV FIght Night IV: Chelsea vs Kuro

[AgentOrrange]

Kuro says, "Chickas first"
From the up, Spartacus Jones shouts in English, "Who's ready for some blooooooooddddd?"
[-] Write: 'Excellent.' sent to user Spartacus in English.
Chelsea holds out a memory stick. "Play this when I come out."
From the up, Kosha shouts in English, "YEEEEEEEEEEEES! KILL'ER KURO!"
You nod to Chelsea and take the stick looking it over with appreciation.
You listen to the roar of the crowd from upstairs bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet like a boxer.
You say, "I love this part."
Chelsea says, "Sounds like a good crowd."
You say, "The anticipation."
Chelsea says, "And internationally too, right?"
A solid-looking door, reinforced with metal.
You see Audrey, Kosha, Anya, Hellion, Regression, Saira, Vlad, Quill, and Spartacus Jones through the up.
It is open.
From the up, Spartacus Jones shouts in English, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, mutants of all ages! DTV is proud to present, YOUR emcee for the evening! The irrepressible....the irresponsible....the...expendable....Top MOTHERFUCKIN Dollarrrrrr!"
You grin at Kuro and Chelsea, "Time to feed the dogs."
Chelsea [to Top]: Make us look great.
You step through above.
The skull and crossbones of the DTV network glare back at you from a free floating hologram high above the fighting flors surface, proudly challenging the strongest of the strong to step into the black octagon for the fight of their life.

DTV Studio
A huge open area ringed with a series of bleachers circle a recessed black octagon fighting surface in the center of the broadcast studio. Lines of barbed wired seperate the milling crowds from the killing floors bulletproof plexiglass shell, blurring the action slightly to everything but the ever present floating TRI-V cameras that carefully record every punch, kick, and disemboweling for live broadcast 24 hours a day. Around the room several wide screens reflect back play to play media sequences of the past months worth of carnage, splicing blood with advertisements for Zot! Cola, and Meshgirl products. The din of the audience is masked with a steady throbbing pulse of classtech revs that scour the air clean from speakers set at each point of the killing floor towards the audience, leaving the shielded polygon in the center a whitenoise vaccum for hunter and prey. Overlooking the killing floor, set into the western wall of the room about fifteen feet above the floor is a large, flat window separating the arena from the broadcast booth.
Audrey, Kosha, Anya, Hellion, Regression, Saira, Vlad and Quill are sitting together on the Bleachers of Doom. A narrow stairway with a sign that reads, 'DTV Employees Only!' leads up to the broadcast booth.
You see a DTV camera array and a pocket CellularCam (hidden) here.
Spartacus Jones is one big cat.
The door leading to down is open.
You can go out (o, w), up (u), and down (d).
Vlad shouts, "WOO! TOP!"
Spartacus Jones sits down on the Bleachers of Doom.
You set the "tag" message of Top.
Hellion bows to you.
Kosha [to Top]: Breakdance!
Spartacus Jones slides his arm around Audrey's waist and presses his mouth against the side of her neck, biting down fiercely.
You come up from the staging area below holding a microphone and raise your hand to crowd basking in the roar and applause for a moment, before running along the Bleachers of DOOM slapping the hands of anyone who cares to hold their arm out.
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Hellion [to Spartacus Jones]: hey there
Audrey keeps cheering and whistling for you without pause, although the corners of her eyes crinkle.
Kosha sits back down on the bleachers next to Anya after high-fiving you.
Spartacus Jones flashes a shaka at Hellion, thumb and pinky finger fully extended, though his attention is still elsewhere...
Audrey leans over and whispers something to Spartacus Jones.
You overhear "(Something in Spanish.)".
You jump up onto the dais with a speed and agility that are absolutely foreign with the aged body that you walk around in. Once on the dais overlooking the octagon you wink at Kosha and start to Crip Walk around, sliding in strange circling rhythms before grinning at the audience, a gleam from your golden incisor catching one of the laser lights and reflecting it.
Spartacus Jones leans over and whispers something to Audrey.
You overhear "(Something in Spanish.)".
Kosha laughs loudly, joint bobbling rudely in his mouth.
You shout, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and spivaks off all ages, WELCOME TO D-T-V!!!"
Kosha closes his eyes and takes a deep drag from his viper.
The volume of the crowd increases, claps, cheers, whistles and jeers filling the air.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor arrives from the west.
You shout, "Tonight, for your viewing pleasure we bring together two competitors starting a journey, one a story of redemption and the other a story of origin. Mark my words that regardless of the outcome you will all say that you were here when it all started!"
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor sits down on the Bleachers of Doom.
Vlad says, "YAY!"
Kosha says, "Kuro's gonna rock her ASS!"
Saira says, "WRONG!"
Saira laughs.
Vlad [to Kosha]: Fireworks gonna make him BLEED!
Saira [to Vlad]: Woo!
Kosha ignores the jeers, wendigo doll held high.
Anya nods to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor.
Audrey watches the arena with a grin on her face, leaning against Spartacus Jones and occasionally letting out a loud whistle.
Anya says something to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor in Russian.
The joint burns out.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor says something to Anya in Russian.
Anya smiles at lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor.
Anya says something to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor in Russian.
You shout, "Coming first to the stage, a French phenomenon of frightening fleetness and ferocious fighting first time in the DTV Arena. It is hardly every day we see a new comer with such style and panache. FELLAS! Hang onto your hats! And LADIES! Hang onto your fellas! Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelseeeeeeeeeea FiiiIIIIiiiiireworks!"
Chelsea arrives from a cement ramp below.
A thrashy, trashy hypnopop hit from Paris starts playing. Between staticky reverb overlaying the verses and a big bright melodic hook so loud on the choruses that the room starts shaking you can hear the singer, a rockerboy from a poor banlieue, recount the finale to his last gig, a heart-stopping encore that culminated in his rigging and blowing up a corporate building. The French verses turn into English shouting on the chorus in a thick working class French accent: "The Fire! {The Fire!} It. Went. HIGHER! The FIRE!" (by Chelsea)
Spartacus Jones sticks his thumb and index finger in his mouth and gives a loud whistle, "Chelsea Fireworks! Woooooo!"
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor says something to Anya in Russian.
Saira shouts, "Wooooo!"
Saira shouts, "CHELSEA! CHELSEA!"
Chelsea steps into the octagon wearing a long brown fur - or synthetic fur, only a trapper could tell - coat that hangs off her shoulders and drapes down to the floor behind her where it pulls up dust as she walks forward in loose, agile strides.
Anya nods.
Chelsea shrugs her brown oversized faux-fur coat off her shoulders and it slides off her body and pools around her feet revealing the outfit underneath.
Vlad shouts, "YES! FIREWORK GIRL!!!"
Chelsea is wearing a gold leotard with an image of colorful fireworks on the back and the letters WCL inscribed underneath in black threading. The leotard shines under the glow of the bright octagon lights; stray rays casting glittering visual vibrations like a disco ball. She has tailored the leotard to fit over her Chi Sung duster creating a sort of illusion of a professional wrestler or maybe pop star (or both). She pumps her arms to the thumping beats of the French track playing behind her and on the climatic chorus breaks out into a run, crossing the ring from one corner to its opposite.
Chelsea
An elastic trap for snappy retorts below a button nose, bright green bug-eyes, and framed by spiky blue hair. She's at turns curious and inquisitive and then, as though remembering some fundamental trauma, distant and reserved - somewhere else entirely. Where'd she go? The void.
Chelsea is wearing an ankle length duster. The surface is a beautiful deep green synthetic alligator skin, and the collar shows glints of mesh armor. Across the back of the duster is a fine, airbrushed replica of the World War II Japanese battle flag, done in subtle colors. Covering Chelsea from the crotch to the shoulder is a clingy gold CombatGirl leotard. The gold CombatGirl leotard has been designed to fit over Chelsea's armor, and appears to be primarily aesthetic - the outfit of a professional wrestler or popular Solo performer. It glitters under the light like a disco ball. On the back is an image of colorful fireworks and underneath the letters WCL inscribed in black threading. A thin, chrome wristband encircles her wrist. Chelsea wears a pair of black leather boots, Nippon style, mixing fashion with practicality. They cling to her shapely ankles and terminate in some wicked looking cleats at the bottom offering some traction and, when things get rough, unexpected violence.
She is in excellent health.
Chelsea is holding a brown oversized faux-fur coat.
Hellion [to Kosha]: ready to make some creds?
Kosha jeers in opposition.
Hellion grins.
The crowd erupts into a renewed round of cheering, screams of "CHELSEA!! CHELSEA!" temporarily overtaking the boos and catcalls.
A trio of nearly foot-long chrome blades slide out of the ports in between Chelsea's knuckles with a soft hissing sound.
Kosha says something to Hellion in Japanese.
[-] *Spartacus* [English]: Jesus I fucking love this kid.
Chelsea holds up her right fist, the talons making an ersatz devil horns, and sticks out her tongue as the song concludes and a pyrotechnic display erupts as an exclamation point - orange flames firing up from the corners of the ring and then dying away.
Kosha [to Hellion]: Kuro's gonna rip her apart!
Chelsea gets out her DeathTV wristband.
Chelsea puts on her DeathTV wristband.
Hellion [to Kosha]: sure is
Chelsea gets out her credstick.
Vlad's DeathTV wristband beeps.
Quill's DeathTV wristband beeps.
Chelsea's DeathTV wristband beeps.
Audrey glances aside at Spartacus Jones, waggling her eyebrows.
Chelsea puts her brown oversized faux-fur coat away.
The viper burns out.
Chelsea steps into the octagon and awaits her fate before the live audience.
Kosha shouts, "Bring out Kuro, the winner!"
A small, chrome wristband, held in place by links of silver chain. The chain loops into a small, flat LCD panel that displays the entwined helices and warhammer of Parallel Resurrection's logo.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor nods to Hellion.
A few boos erupt from the back of the bleachers.
Hellion [to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor]: hi there, how are you
You shout, "And now, a man who has claimed a title, lost the title, and starts his journey now to reclaim his glory! You know him, you love him, you can't always understand what the fuck he is saying, a dominating dastardly dealer of dominantion and death, Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuro!!!"
Kuro arrives from a cement ramp below.
Kosha says, "He fights best with a beer in hand!"
Spartacus Jones cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, "Fuck 'em Chelsea Fireworks! You got this!"
Kuro comes rushing out from below, dancing as he makes his way to the octagon, 'Eye of the Tiger' playing loudly on the speakers.
Kosha pulls the string back on his Wendigo doll, and it suddenly roars to life and exclaims, 'I AND I ARE THE CHAMP!'
Saira shouts, "I believe in ya Chelseaaaa!"
Kuro steps into the octagon and awaits his fate before the live audience.
Kosha [to Kuro]: Rip her in half!
Kuro grips his blade talons and casts an icy gaze towards Chelsea.
Saira shouts, "Aim for the throat!"
Hellion bows to Kuro.
Kuro tucks his chin into his chest.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor [to Hellion]: Yo, doin good. Ready to see Kuro tear this chica apart!
Spartacus Jones pumps his fist in the air, showing Kuro the respect earned by a former champion, "CHAMP! CHAMP! CHAMP!"
You shout, "Fighters, commence taking all the combat drugs your roided up bodies can handle!"
Chelsea gets out her guts capsule.
Chelsea tosses a small handfull of yellow pills into her mouth, chomping with vigor.
Chelsea gets out her guts capsule.
Chelsea tosses a small handfull of yellow pills into her mouth, chomping with vigor.
Chelsea gets out her guts capsule.
Chelsea tosses a small handfull of yellow pills into her mouth, chomping with vigor.
Kosha turns and gives a thumbs up to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor.
Chelsea gets out her Choco Cola.
Chelsea drinks the last of her Choco Cola.
A wave of cheers erupt again, echoes of "KURO! KURO!" clashing with screams for "CHELSEA! CHELSEA!" from the bloodthirsty crowd.
Kuro throws his lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor up to the chanting of his fans.
Kosha [to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor]: You're on the winning team!
Kuro taps his neck.
You shout, "Here we go audience, you came for blood, and blood you shall have! "
Hellion [to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor]: you know it
Kosha stands up on the stands, shouting at the you of his lungs in a basso roar. "KUUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOO!?"
You shout, "Without further adu, two have entered and only one shall live...."
You shout, "FIGHT!!!!"
<OOC> Kosha says, "I didn't mean to have a question mark..."
Chelsea approaches Kuro in a fighting stance and readies her chrome talons.
Kuro leaps aside as Chelsea swipes fiercely with her chrome talons!
Vlad [to Chelsea]: You got this, girl.
Kuro drops to the ground as Chelsea's chrome talons whiz harmlessly through the empty air.
Chelsea dances away gracefully from the gleaming edges of Kuro's blade talons.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor shouts from the nosebleeds, "Give us blood!"
Vlad says, "GET HIM!!!"
Hellion shouts, "blooooooooood"
You shout, "Look at this deadly dance of claws!"
Kuro, anticipating Chelsea's next move, steps inside the arc of Chelsea's swipe and smashes Chelsea in the forearm with his blade talons, causing no damage, but diverting Chelsea's chrome talons.
Chelsea dances away gracefully from the gleaming edges of Kuro's blade talons.
Saira shouts, "GET HIM FIREWORKS!"
Kosha says, "Fuck yeah, counter, get'er!"
Chelsea's powerful chrome talons shred into Kuro's abdomen flesh, flaying Kuro open!
Kuro's wounds begin gushing blood.
Chelsea dances away gracefully from the gleaming edges of Kuro's blade talons.
You shout, "Who will gain the edge!!??"
Those in the front row scream ecstatically as the first gout of blood flies through the air.
Spartacus Jones shouts, "Daaaym! My girl is fast!"
Kuro growls.
You shout, "Chelsea scores first blood!"
Kuro skilfully dodges under Chelsea's chrome talons.
Kuro goes into a frenzied rage, slashing and stabbing with his blade talons and nearly tearing Chelsea to shreds!
Chelsea's wounds begin gushing blood.
You shout, "Kuro has the eye of the tiger!"
Spartacus Jones winces!
Hellion says, "ohhhh damn"
Saira says, "Ooooh!"
Chelsea is wielding a credstick ready for action.
She is covered with bloody gashes and wounds. Blood spurts from her wounds.
Kosha says, "Good comeback! Follow up! Follow up!"
Kuro is wielding blade talons ready for action
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Kuro rolls to the left as Chelsea's chrome talons slash through the air where he stood only seconds before!
Vlad leans forward, watching the flow of the fight with great interest.
Chelsea deftly angles her body to avoid injury from Kuro's blade talons.
Kosha pulls the string back on his Wendigo doll, and it suddenly roars to life and exclaims, 'I AND I ARE THE CHAMP!'
You shout, "Each of these fighters is in it to win it!"
Kosha shouts, "Me and Wendigo want you to WIN!"
Kuro rolls to the left as Chelsea's chrome talons slash through the air where he stood only seconds before!
Chelsea blocks Kuro's blade talons with a loud scrape.
Anya says, "CHELSEA! TALONS!"
Chelsea competantly moves around the ring, looking for an opening.
Audrey slides her arm through Spartacus Jones's, gripping his forearm tensely.
You shout, "OH! That was a close one!"
Kuro rolls to the left as Chelsea's chrome talons slash through the air where he stood only seconds before!
Kuro grabs Chelsea by the back of the head and slides his blade talons deep into Chelsea's right thigh, twisting his wrist and pulling his blade talons upward.
Chelsea's wounds begin gushing blood.
Chelsea says, "Cut me, make me bleed... for I will do the same to you!"
Chelsea is wielding a credstick ready for action.
She is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes. Blood spurts from her wounds.
Kuro is wielding blade talons ready for action
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Kuro pursues Chelsea closely, refusing to let up.
Kosha [to Kuro]: You've got her on the ropes!
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor watches on as the pair of fighters cut, slash, dive and bleed on the floor.
Kuro leaps backward as Chelsea slashes through the air in a fierce uppercut motion with her chrome talons.
You shout, "KURO PRESSES THE ADVANTAGE!"
Kuro rakes his blade talons across Chelsea's left upper arm, sending a rooster tail of blood into the air!
Anya nudges Kosha.
Chelsea's wounds begin gushing blood.
Anya says something to Kosha in Japanese.
Spartacus Jones leans in to Audrey, grinning wolfishly as blood splatters the patrons in the front row.
Saira shouts, "GO FOR IT CHELSEA! FUCK'M UP!"
Kosha grins at Anya, a little wild.
Kuro drops to the ground as Chelsea's chrome talons whiz harmlessly through the empty air.
You shout, "Chelsea's DTV branded endorphins are keeping her in the game!"
Kuro goes into a frenzied rage, slashing and stabbing with his blade talons and nearly tearing Chelsea to shreds!
Chelsea's wounds begin gushing blood.
Kosha [to Chelsea]: You're done, lay down!
Chelsea spits out some blood.
You shout, "OH! Another deadly hit by the former champ!"
Chelsea says, "I'm in it till the end."
Chelsea catches Kuro in the chest with a vicious uppercut swipe of her chrome talons, lifting Kuro off the ground and tearing Kuro wide open!
Kuro goes into a frenzied rage, slashing and stabbing with his blade talons and nearly tearing Chelsea to shreds!
Chelsea's wounds begin gushing blood.
Chelsea is wielding a credstick ready for action.
She is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. Blood spurts from her wounds.
Kuro is wielding blade talons ready for action
He staggers from many gaping wounds. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Hellion says, "shes doing good"
Audrey says, "LET'S GO CHELSEA! YOU GOT THIS!"
Kosha [to Kuro]: FUCK'ER UP!
Kuro rolls to the left as Chelsea's chrome talons slash through the air where he stood only seconds before!
Kuro grabs Chelsea by the back of the head and slides his blade talons deep into Chelsea's throat, twisting his wrist and pulling his blade talons upward.
Chelsea slumps to the ground unconscious.
Saira says, "Nooooo!"
Kosha cheers wildly!
Kuro leaves himself defenseless as he attempts to execute a coup de grace on Chelsea.
Audrey says, "...Or not."
Kuro slices cleanly through Chelsea's throat with his blade talons.
Chelsea's body twitches as the unfortunate soul expires.
Spartacus Jones nods to Hellion, "Aaaa....nah."
With a flicker the hologram of Chelsea flickers out.
Hellion says, "ouch"
Regression rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Saira [to Audrey]: I guess she don'...
Anya sighs.
You shout, "KURO IS THE WINNNNNNNNER!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kuro throws his lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor up triumphantly.
Regression puts her credstick away.
Regression gets out her implant scanner.
Regression sweeps an implant scanner up and down the corpse of Chelsea, inspecting a readout on the device.
Kosha fists pump.
Kuro takes a step back and squats onto all fours, before raising his head to the sky and letting out a bestial Wendigo roar!
Regression bends down to the corpse of Chelsea with her alpha Gensyn Medical cyberhand in hand.
Kosha pulls the string back on his Wendigo doll, and it suddenly roars to life and exclaims, 'I AND I ARE THE CHAMP!'
Vlad rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Spartacus Jones pops with a Ric Flair, "WOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Kosha [to Kuro]: Fucking champ!
Kuro secures his baseball cap, throws his hands up, and screams, KURO IS THE CHAMP!
The crowd erupts into a chant of "CHAMP! CHAMP! CHAMP!"
Hellion [to Kuro]: well done
Vlad scans the room from behind the visor on the hooded helmet of his nanomesh armor, sweeping the area in an ominous violet light.
The female corpse looks fairly fresh and probably died within the last few hours. Nearly every inch of tissue around the head is damaged, destroyed, or completely gone. The tearing trauma to the area is considerable. The victim's throat is almost unrecognizable and has sustained massive laceration injuries. Deep tissue damage is present and indicates a massive tearing injury to the victim's chest. Almost undetectable clotting formed right after death under the left upper arm in patterns suggest tearing injuries. Tissue damage and lacerations next to the right thigh seem to indicate some form of laceration damage.

Inside you see:
a brown oversized faux-fur coat a DeathTV wristband a stylish nippon ankle-high boots
a Chi Sung duster1 a gold CombatGirl leotard a tech sunglasses
a duffel bag a lighter a viper
Saira rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Kuro bounces around the octagon, high fiving everyone reaching in.
Hellion [to Kosha]: looks like we won
Regression moves over to the corpse and rips any chrome present quickly and cleanly.
Kosha highs five Kuro. "I knew it, chummer."
You Quill down from the dais and slam Kuro a mean highfive.
Kosha [to Hellion]: I never had a doubt.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Kuro points to Kosha. "Ya never fuggin doubted meh chumma!"
[-] *Regression* [English]: No chrome, you're good with the corpse here?
Anya nods to lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor.
Spartacus Jones leans over and whispers something to Audrey.
You overhear ".i..did b.t....th.. I t..u.ht...e .o..d.".
Hellion says, "i need to say she did well"
[-] Write: 'Yes, thank you for your services doctor.' sent to user Regression in English.
Kuro blinks rapidly.
Kuro blinks rapidly.
Kosha points back at Kuro. "Of course not. Here, catch!"
Kuro blinks rapidly.
Audrey nods to Spartacus Jones.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor [to Kuro]: The algorithms proved correct yet again! Congratulations.
You say, "Absolutely."
Kosha throws a viper to Kuro.
Vlad [to Kuro]: Good fight. Congratulation.
You aren't holding anything!
Spartacus Jones says, "She gave a hell of a show."
You grunt as you lift up the corpse of Chelsea into your arms.
The viper bounces off Kuro and hits the floor.
[-] *Regression* [English]: No worries. I like coming out to these.
Kosha snaps his fingers.
Kuro picks up a viper.
You gaze into the small mirror located to the right of the door and a barely perceptible red beam of light flashes at your eyes.
Above swings open.
You ascend the stiars to the broadcast booth.
DTV Broadcast Booth
This is the standard studio booth, about the size of a small trailer and crammed from wall to wall with broadcasting equipment. The entire eastern wall is a sheet of transparent plasteel, overlooking the arena below. Several monitors, vidcorder displays, editing machines and simsense transmitters clutter the shelves and tables situated around the room. Two boom mics hang from the ceiling, wired directly into the transmitters and the arena, enabling live blow by blow broadcasts of the fights, as they happen. The DTV uplink console monitors live studio feed streams on the satellite uplink, constantly broadcasting Death Tri-V around the globe and into Low Earth Orbit. A large plasteel cube rests in the corner, the terminal on the top ready for input. A door marked 'EXIT' leads down to the arena floor.
The door leading to down is open.
You can go north (n) and down (d).
You drag the corpse of Chelsea along with you.
A corpse of Chelsea enters the booth from the arena, closing the door behind it.
You close below.
You release your hold on the corpse of Chelsea.
You open below.
You step through below.
Kuro towers above the fighting floor rendered in a free floating hologram that captures his movement as he waits for a challenger.

DTV Studio
A huge open area ringed with a series of bleachers circle a recessed black octagon fighting surface in the center of the broadcast studio. Lines of barbed wired seperate the milling crowds from the killing floors bulletproof plexiglass shell, blurring the action slightly to everything but the ever present floating TRI-V cameras that carefully record every punch, kick, and disemboweling for live broadcast 24 hours a day. Around the room several wide screens reflect back play to play media sequences of the past months worth of carnage, splicing blood with advertisements for Zot! Cola, and Meshgirl products. The din of the audience is masked with a steady throbbing pulse of classtech revs that scour the air clean from speakers set at each point of the killing floor towards the audience, leaving the shielded polygon in the center a whitenoise vaccum for hunter and prey. Overlooking the killing floor, set into the western wall of the room about fifteen feet above the floor is a large, flat window separating the arena from the broadcast booth.
Audrey, Kosha, Anya, Hellion, Quill and Spartacus Jones are sitting together on the Bleachers of Doom. A narrow stairway with a sign that reads, 'DTV Employees Only!' leads up to the broadcast booth.
You see a DTV camera array and a pocket CellularCam (hidden) here.
[color=##BF8000]Regression[/color] and Vlad are here. Saira is standing around, eyeing her surroundings attentively. lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor is . Kuro is the former DTV champ.
A pool of blood lays here. A huge pool of blood lays here.
The doors leading to up and down are open.
You can go out (o, w), up (u), and down (d).
You close above.
You take the pocket CellularCam.
Kuro cracks his beer open over his head, pouring it into his mouth.
You touch the power button on the pocket CellularCam.
[pocketCAM] Unit offline. Power save mode.
Kuro gets out his can of beer.
Kuro takes a hearty drink of his can of beer.
Kosha says, "Love it. That was fun."
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Anya nods to Kosha.
Kuro pours some beer out for his fans.
Kosha sits back down and hugs Anya tight.
Top [to Kuro]: Good fight future champ.
Vlad [to Kuro]: I hope see you soon in this arena, Kuro.
Saira sits down on the Bleachers of Doom.
Kuro nods to you. "Am here ta keep impressin yer chumma, long as tha fans an ma boss is happy, I n I gon beez tha Champ again soon!"
Kosha says, "Who was betting against the CHAMP now? Pay up to Rusty and me."
You get out your credstick.
You try to pay Kuro but he doesn't have a credstick out to link with yours.
Kuro [to Vlad]: Name tha time Champ! I n I gon be dere!
You try to pay Kuro but he doesn't have a credstick out to link with yours.
Audrey gets out her credstick.
Kuro gets out his credstick.
Kosha gets out his credstick.
You link credsticks with Kuro and transfer $30000.
Audrey briefly links credsticks with Kosha.
Kosha winks at Audrey.
Hellion gets out his credstick.
Audrey briefly links credsticks with Hellion.
Audrey says, "Alright, alright."
Audrey grins.
Hellion [to Audrey]: thanks
Quill rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Quill goes out.
Hellion bows to Audrey.
Vlad [to Kuro]: We find good time with you and Top. Next year.
Lanky lean armored young man wearing a Martyr Arms Combat Armor goes out.
Vlad says, "Enjoy victory."
Kuro nods to Vlad.
Regression goes out.
Saira rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Vlad goes out.
You say, "Definitely going to need a rematch soon."
Kosha [to Kuro]: You'll fuck up Vlad next time!
Saira goes out.
Hellion says, "great fight"
Kuro shouts after the vodka ninja. "Enjoy watchin ma victories!"
Kosha says, "It was a good fight. Short, but good."
Kosha rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Anya rises from the Bleachers of Doom.
Kuro takes a hearty drink of his can of beer.
Kosha [to Anya]: Ready to get outta here, love?
You bow.
Kosha waves at you.
Anya nods to Kosha.
Kuro says, "Afta tha figh, now we drink!"
You say, "Walk to the beat chummers."
Kuro pours more beer down his gullet.