THE WORLD BLIGHT vs THE BEHEMOTH
Best of Five
Falls by Pinfall, Submission or KO
Spectre’s new GIANT CATCHER 1.0 was ready for tonight’s schematic. The designs which encaptured a new person to her collection. A soon-to-be victim of her punch machines. Punching bag number thirty. Perhaps the biggest yet, and the most explosive she’s had the pleasure of witnessing whilst watching the tapes of every Rine match. Making a bot for this opponent was asking a hunk of metal to fly at you. Crush you. Suffocate. But though it crushed her thugs in trial runs, she noticed a key piece. Every goon that was felled by the mock-Karina, she just as much damaged herself in the charge.
Innnnnnnnteresting…
And that’s when she got the perfect idea.
“LISTEN UP, THIS SQUASH IS SCHEDULED FOR THREE AGONIZING FALLS!”
Dot’s synthetic breaking voice entered the stadium’s sound system. The lights culled till only the Chrome Skull sigil of Spectral Network showed on moving banners and the Titantron. The crowd instantly jeered. From the front-row neanderthal to the slimiest fat pigs in the back and the ugly menagerie in between.
“INNnnnnnINTRODUCING FIRST!”
"At ONE HUNDRED optimized pounds and a whole FIVE huge feet!"
“From the open vaults of the banks abroad!”
“To the panopticon of the screens below!”
“The Blight of the World! The red terror! The ANTI-messiah! The Malevolent VIRUS! . . .”
“SPEEEEEECTREEE!”
Avast! Her ’s church bells sounded her arrival. The choir’s backdrop and pumping synth confirmed the choir’s disdain. A new level of disgust spewed from their unhygienic maws. Only purple mist salvaged the floor’s facade. It spewed from corners, filled the ring and spilled to ringside, then continued till no ringside personnel could see their feet. Spotlights searched for the terrorist high, low and across. Fan rows, catwalks, the rafters, then onto a dangling hook and cable. SPECTRE leaned out from the cable, a hand still gripped tight behind, then flexed her other arm and crunched a fist. Dressed in a high-waist leotard, arm sleeves, boots, a choker and cape. Every piece was black with a purple secondary. Even her lipstick, black domino mask and purple face-paint.
“The SHOW is now MINE!” The slogan expelled from the sound system in perfect sync. Spotlights started to fail and flicker, giving an epileptic’s nightmare whilst she completed the descent. A copper smell came from them. Plus a touch of burning plastic. Now the spotlights failed. Of course, a perfectly timed back-up was ready. It came down from above and illuminated a cone over the ring. The Virus already landed, and was standing tall, narrow, with one arm folded behind her back and the other reserved for a nail inspection.
“Silence!” She grinned and began to circle inside the ring, making a judging stare at the ogres out front to draw them in. “Since my last thing broke, I've been in the market for adoption. Here I am at the animal shelter and I see a BEHEMOTH... A mix-breed of a panda and giant lizard. A grumpy stupid ragdoll of a warrior. A force of nature with little spikey knees. I’d be a FOOL-BLIGHT not to take it home. Then next week…Hm~Hm~Hmm~” The Virus declined to answer. She brushed it off with gentle internal chuckling. At the side of the ring facing the ramp and stage, she pointed down the lane.
“Karina Rine! I got three collars with your name on each one. Get your soft-self out here and pick the colour.”
The lights returned to normal. Spectre took the centre ring to receive law’s famous monster.