12-27-2013, 03:57 PM
Previously on The Dark Tournament...Radio found himself trapped inside a metal box unknowing of where he was. After only a few minutes a strange man introduced himself and explained what was going on. Radio has been forced to compete in a tournament that you must be the last man alive to win freedom and the title of the Galactic champion. Radio's biggest problem right now is that he can't seem to figure out how to use energy as a weapon. Will he be able to do it in time for his match? Find out Now!
I was sitting on the floor trying to get at least a little spark come from my hands but I couldn't get a damn thing. Why is this shit so difficult?!
C'mon! C'mon! This energy thing is never going to work in time! I'm so screwed.
Don't lose hope now, Radio. To use energy as a weapon requires strength and stamina. Also of course...small bits of your soul.
Redros?! Wha-What? Are you trying to help me?
Yes, I am. I belive with enough time you have a chance at winning this tournament.
Hold up. You killed that cat guy with absolutely no mercy how can I trust ou to not kill me the same way?
I made his death quick because I wanted to save my energy for Dres in the next round. I will give it everything I have but I will ultimately fail. I think you have the most potential than anyone here and I want you to go to the finals against Dres. And win.
What?! How in the hell do you think I can do that?! I don't have demon powers or anything like the people here!
Demon Powers? No, you don't but you have very strong spirit energy and that might be just enough to kill Dres. I want Dres dead more than anyone alive. Sadly, I will not be enough to stop him.
What did he do to you? It must be pretty bad if you want him dead no matter what.
Dres is more than just a Galactic Champion. Hebdestroys inferior planets and mine was one of those planets. Only a handful of Vulkar's got off of the planet alive. Actually, it was only me and five others that escaped. Dres has been hunting us down for years because if anyone were to escape his onslaught they would be hunted down and murdered without remorse. He's already killed three of the people that escaped and I will most likely be the next. You have to promise that if I show you how to use your energy you have to kill Dres. No matter what!
I can try my best bu-
There is no try! There is only do!
Ok! I will beat Dres when the time comes then.
Good, I will teach you how to use energy before your fight. Using energy is not an easy task so be prepared to sweat.
The camera switches over to the arena floor in which the announcer is about to begin the fight.
The match os Between Warkill the bandit from Nova 6! Vs Haadsin Masiil the Arabic like alien from Quertos Arsin the sandy planet in the far edges of space! Now if both competetitors are ready...Fight!
Haadsin vanished immediately greatly confusing Warkill. Warkill grabbed his giant Claymore off of his back and got prepared for anything. Haadsin reappeared behind Warkill and chopped his knock which caused him to stumble a bit then ran in front of him and begin poking all of warkills pressure points. The large man with scars all over his body and face wearing only trunks and had a mowhawk fell to the ground. Haadsin realised something was wrong as Warkills body sunk into the ground and came up behind him and Warkill put both arms around Haadsin and began sqeezing him.
Haadsin struggled but was enduring great pain. Warkill then jumped in thre air and turned upside down and hit Haadsin with and upside down piledriver! The smoke cleared and Warkill was showing off as Haadsin was down. The Announcer began to count!
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Wait! Haadsin is getting back up!
Warkill turned around in shock as Haadsin was back to his feet. Warkill charged Haadsin and began punching him ferociously in the stomach. He was punching him with such power and speed that Haadsin was getting pushed back while his feet were a few inches in the air. Blood was flying out of his mouth after every punch. Finally Warkill stopped and grabbed Haadsin by the throat and tossed him to the side. The announcer began counting again!
1! 2! 3 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! He is getting back up! How in the hell?!
Haadsin was back to his feet and for some reason Generated a scimitar out of hisbhand and stabbed himself! Blood started to pour out of his stomach and Haadsin scooped out a bunch of blood into his hands then he splashed himself with his blood! Haadsin then vanished and popped up behind Warkill and sent his Scimitar hand right through Warsaw and then pulled it up and it went right through his skull.
The Obvious winner is...HAADSIN MASIIL!!!
The camera goes backbto Radio ehobis sweating quite a bit with Redros standing over him.
Son of a bitch! How long do I have to hold this position?
I was Sitting indian style eith my arms bent along with my fingers ehich we connected and I had to keep flexing my fingers until I got energy out of them.
You're doing fine, kid. Just keep doing what you're doing. Keep flexing your fingers until you get the energy out of them and don't move anything except your fingers.
I could sense someone approaching us. I'm sure Redros can too.
What do YOU want?
Is that anyway to talk to the person who is going to kill the poor little Gadoian here? The guy hasn't even learned how to uae his energy yet! How can he expect to beat the Poison God?!
You aren't the Poison god, Jeth. You can shoot Poison from your mouth and fingers...that's it. You are far from a god.
How dare you speak these lies right in front of me! I didnt need to come over here and take your verbal abuse. I simply came over here to meet the person I am going to be killing in the first round.
get out of here, Jeth.
Jeth snarled at us then walked off. The guy seems like he can talk but can't exactly fight worth shit. If I can figure out how to use my energy he shouldn't be too difficult to beat.
It seems like Radio is learning how to use his energy with the help of the last remaining Vulkar in the Galaxy, Redros Etramise. Will Radio be able to complete his last minute training in time for his upcoming fight? Will Jeth prove to be more than what Radio was expecting? Find out next time on... THE DARK TOURNAMENT!
I was sitting on the floor trying to get at least a little spark come from my hands but I couldn't get a damn thing. Why is this shit so difficult?!
C'mon! C'mon! This energy thing is never going to work in time! I'm so screwed.
Don't lose hope now, Radio. To use energy as a weapon requires strength and stamina. Also of course...small bits of your soul.
Redros?! Wha-What? Are you trying to help me?
Yes, I am. I belive with enough time you have a chance at winning this tournament.
Hold up. You killed that cat guy with absolutely no mercy how can I trust ou to not kill me the same way?
I made his death quick because I wanted to save my energy for Dres in the next round. I will give it everything I have but I will ultimately fail. I think you have the most potential than anyone here and I want you to go to the finals against Dres. And win.
What?! How in the hell do you think I can do that?! I don't have demon powers or anything like the people here!
Demon Powers? No, you don't but you have very strong spirit energy and that might be just enough to kill Dres. I want Dres dead more than anyone alive. Sadly, I will not be enough to stop him.
What did he do to you? It must be pretty bad if you want him dead no matter what.
Dres is more than just a Galactic Champion. Hebdestroys inferior planets and mine was one of those planets. Only a handful of Vulkar's got off of the planet alive. Actually, it was only me and five others that escaped. Dres has been hunting us down for years because if anyone were to escape his onslaught they would be hunted down and murdered without remorse. He's already killed three of the people that escaped and I will most likely be the next. You have to promise that if I show you how to use your energy you have to kill Dres. No matter what!
I can try my best bu-
There is no try! There is only do!
Ok! I will beat Dres when the time comes then.
Good, I will teach you how to use energy before your fight. Using energy is not an easy task so be prepared to sweat.
The camera switches over to the arena floor in which the announcer is about to begin the fight.
The match os Between Warkill the bandit from Nova 6! Vs Haadsin Masiil the Arabic like alien from Quertos Arsin the sandy planet in the far edges of space! Now if both competetitors are ready...Fight!
Haadsin vanished immediately greatly confusing Warkill. Warkill grabbed his giant Claymore off of his back and got prepared for anything. Haadsin reappeared behind Warkill and chopped his knock which caused him to stumble a bit then ran in front of him and begin poking all of warkills pressure points. The large man with scars all over his body and face wearing only trunks and had a mowhawk fell to the ground. Haadsin realised something was wrong as Warkills body sunk into the ground and came up behind him and Warkill put both arms around Haadsin and began sqeezing him.
Haadsin struggled but was enduring great pain. Warkill then jumped in thre air and turned upside down and hit Haadsin with and upside down piledriver! The smoke cleared and Warkill was showing off as Haadsin was down. The Announcer began to count!
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Wait! Haadsin is getting back up!
Warkill turned around in shock as Haadsin was back to his feet. Warkill charged Haadsin and began punching him ferociously in the stomach. He was punching him with such power and speed that Haadsin was getting pushed back while his feet were a few inches in the air. Blood was flying out of his mouth after every punch. Finally Warkill stopped and grabbed Haadsin by the throat and tossed him to the side. The announcer began counting again!
1! 2! 3 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! He is getting back up! How in the hell?!
Haadsin was back to his feet and for some reason Generated a scimitar out of hisbhand and stabbed himself! Blood started to pour out of his stomach and Haadsin scooped out a bunch of blood into his hands then he splashed himself with his blood! Haadsin then vanished and popped up behind Warkill and sent his Scimitar hand right through Warsaw and then pulled it up and it went right through his skull.
The Obvious winner is...HAADSIN MASIIL!!!
The camera goes backbto Radio ehobis sweating quite a bit with Redros standing over him.
Son of a bitch! How long do I have to hold this position?
I was Sitting indian style eith my arms bent along with my fingers ehich we connected and I had to keep flexing my fingers until I got energy out of them.
You're doing fine, kid. Just keep doing what you're doing. Keep flexing your fingers until you get the energy out of them and don't move anything except your fingers.
I could sense someone approaching us. I'm sure Redros can too.
What do YOU want?
Is that anyway to talk to the person who is going to kill the poor little Gadoian here? The guy hasn't even learned how to uae his energy yet! How can he expect to beat the Poison God?!
You aren't the Poison god, Jeth. You can shoot Poison from your mouth and fingers...that's it. You are far from a god.
How dare you speak these lies right in front of me! I didnt need to come over here and take your verbal abuse. I simply came over here to meet the person I am going to be killing in the first round.
get out of here, Jeth.
Jeth snarled at us then walked off. The guy seems like he can talk but can't exactly fight worth shit. If I can figure out how to use my energy he shouldn't be too difficult to beat.
It seems like Radio is learning how to use his energy with the help of the last remaining Vulkar in the Galaxy, Redros Etramise. Will Radio be able to complete his last minute training in time for his upcoming fight? Will Jeth prove to be more than what Radio was expecting? Find out next time on... THE DARK TOURNAMENT!