The Match You Never Dreamed of: Russian Electrobear vs. Filthy Inventionlad: A Rope Made of Sand

[notstevejobs]

Who: Apple Kid, Volgin, Spectators
What: A sparring match
Where: The Stadium
When: Futuredated to Thurs. Feb. 2nd
Warnings: As this thread involves Volgin, it will involve violence and swearing and rubber suits. The addition of Apple Kid invokes none of these.



Apple Kid was signed up for this tournament thing. He wasn't even aware that he was in Smash Fundamentals (he wasn't). But somehow his name had appeared on the signup sheet. Was this a trick? Had someone played an awful joke on our rotund hero? Someone who didn't like smells or inventions, probably. He was an NPC, therefore he wasn't supposed to fight.

But he was registered, and it seemed wrong to not go along with the whole ordeal. He'd spent a week trying to invent things that might be useful in his battle. Of course, useful in his own mind... So who knows if anyone else in the world would consider them useful. But here he was. Strange things poked out of his pockets; his mouse had left and been replaced with sundry articles, the purpose of which only Apple Kid could divine.

He stood around and waited for whatever was to come his way. The day was likely to be memorable.

Comments

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Maybe Volgin, still capable of being easily brought down by someone of considerable hand-to-hand expertise, his own fading hold on Sambo and Spetsnaz Systema be damned, should have seen this coming too. Either way, Apple Kid was presented with a rather fetching view of his shapely behind as he made another surprised grunt and whirled around, cocking a heavy brow at how... ... he should not have been able to do that. That was impossible.

Thrusting out his palm, he was curious how the child would handle an uncharacteristically slow blast of serpentine electricity reaching for him.

[majorcrotchgrab]

And what a lovely, shapely behind it was.