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DeCosta Construction Site, corner of Shelley and O'Donnel

August 30th

8:30 PM

 

The invite had gone out online, on all kinds of different sites. A few local news sources had even reported on it, though few had taken it seriously. Posted all over walls around Southside. The exact wording was different, but the intent was quite clear: The Contenders, a group of old 80's and 90's villains, and they'd gone mad at Facsimile. They never said why, aside from wanting to take him down a peg. They were gonna show the world that they still had it, that they could fight one of the brand new heroes of the modern day. Meet them at the DeCosta Construction site, or they'd find him and take out wherever he lived. If anyone else tried to interfere, they would blow up a nearby school. Easy, right?

 

Quite a number people had gathered around the makeshift ring that had been set up in the middle of the construction site, though they all kept a good distance from the five men by the ring. Four of them were all obviously past their prime, but otherwise, they didn't share much in terms of looks. Heavyweight, a large, overweight man with drooping features, like his entire face was being pulled down, clad only in red and blue pants and boots. Fly-Boy, a grotesque creature, a man with the eyes of a fly, barbs on his long, thin arms and fly-like wings. He was dressed in a yellow and red one piece costume. The third, TKO, looked normal, with long black hair with some specks of grey, dressed in a grey dress shirt and black slacks. He looked around at the crowds with a smirk. The fourth was Bear-Knuckle. A large, powerfully built man. Balding, but with long brown hair and a large moustache. From around his shoulders, his arms looked like those of a bear. Where TKO's grin was one of amusement, his held far darker intent. The fifth and final was a young man in his early twenties, sitting by a table with a laptop.

 

"About time, right? Think he's gonna show?" TKO asked, while looking at the crowd.

 

Bear-Knuckle's grin widened. "Sure. If not, there's always all of these kids to play with."

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Facsimile was always up for a good brawl with any super loosers who came knocking of course but this was far and away beyond any super powered streetfight he'd ever been in so far so he'd taken his time figuring out how to approach the situation but now that was all squared away it was time for his grand entrance. 

 

Just as the contenders were beginning to question if he was coming their came the crack of thunder as lightning seeded through the clouds overhead as facsimiles bulky mechanical form began its slow descent towards the makeshift ring with the rumbling of his internal generators at full spin underlying the shrill shriek of the lightning lancing around him as he touched down.

 

"Well well, the circus maximus's best kept clowns setting all this up for little old me, I'd be flattered if I wasn't so....livid." He intoned as his internal lightning ran rampant around him, striking the corners of the ring and arcing off into the surrounding girders, causing the lighting around the site to flare to life and stutter a little before he let it go.

 

"Calling me out is all fine and good, but threatening to blow up a school?" He asked with an edge to his voice "you are now on a pretty exclusive shit list." He stated as he turned to face the crowd.

 

"So now imma not only have to put you away in Blackstone but dismantle you in front of all these adoring fans of mine." He  as he raised his arms and gestured to the crowd before turning back.

 

"Well let's get started shall we? Or are you waiting for me to threaten whatever slime cave you call home as a invitation? "

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"Ha! That's a great line, kid." Bear-Knuckle called out. He moved to the edge of the ring, putting a massive paw on it, before TKO placed a hand on his shoulder.

 

"C'mon, man, wait a bit. Leave some for the rest of us." 

 

Bear-Knuckle didn't seem to like the idea, but he let go, and pointed to Fly-Boy. "Alright. Get up there Heavyweight. Show the kid what we're made of."

 

The large man with the drooping features looked up and nodded. "Alright." Then he, slowly, and with some trouble, climbed up into the ring and approached. He cracked his neck and knuckles and took a stance, legs slightly apart, hands held up in front of him. He looked almost bored with being there.

 

Everywhere around them, people were starting to cheer, but TKO killed out, breaking through the noise. "I'd keep the lightshow down if I were you. Wouldn't want to hit any of the people around here, would ya?" His grin was sly and knowing. They clearly weren't above using the audience as collateral

 

"GET STARTED ALREADY!" Bear-Knuckle was clearly growing impatient.

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"Woo look at them pot holders you got there bet you can hold all the limes eh big guy?" He smiled confidently completely ignoring TKO's subtle threat as he took his own stance more side on with his dominant left hand further back than his right.

 

"Let's have an up close look at em huh?"

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Heavyweight frowned, but that about it from reaction, then he started running. It wasn't entirely fast, but he got up close, at least. He took a rather lazy swing at Facsimile, not even getting close to catching him, but to be honest, he didn't seem to care much, either. Or maybe it was just his regular expression. It was kind of hard to tell, with how he was affected.

 

"C'mon, you can do better than that!" Bear-Knuckle was clearly not amused.

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Facsimile smirked a little as he watched the blow go wide.

 

"Gotta say big fella you don't seem to want to be here...why don't you sit this one out?" He offered as he lowered his body and delivered a firm sweeping blow with his metal leg to the back of heavyweights knees and sending him tumbling over onto his back.

 

Following through the momentum facsimiles Dynamo body roared as he raised himself back up to strike but found himself stopped dead in his tracks by a feeling of incredible weight locking him into place.

 

Struggling against it briefly he found he lacked the leverage to shake it off fully at the moment.

 

"Hwy what gives?" Facs feigned a pout "I was gonna kick you clean out of this ring!"

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"Got you." Heavyweight took his time to stand up again, towering above Facsimile's prone form. It seemed that he was a man of few words, slowly, but surely, adjusting his neck with a loud *KRACK* sound, before stretching his arms out to the side and letting him fall down on top of his opponent's pinned body, this time attempting to pin Facsimile with his body and weight. It would be a crushing feeling, to say the least.

 

"Ha, that'll show ya, punk!" TKO was clearly excited by the turn of events, while Bear-Knuckle was standing back, arms crossed and grumbling. The kid at the computer looked nervously over at Fly-Boy, who was doing... well, whatever a weird mansect was doing. "If ya touch him, Heavyweight's gonna crush ya!"

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"Pfft I'm just glad he didn't sit on me." Facsimile chortled as he shifted a little under heavyweight considerable mass.

 

"But you did you think laying ontop of a living generator was a good idea?" He asked none challantly as hus body began to thrum and buzz threateningly.

 

"Cause I think you're in for a shock!"

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"OW!" The lightning struck through the large man's body, leaving burnt marks on him. He struggled for a moment, obviously gasping for air. Maybe a weak heart at his age, shocked by the hero's lightning strike? Maybe just not prepared to being hit while trying to crush the life out of his opponent? At any rate, his body loosened for a moment, his grip on Facsimile, even the crushing grip of the increased gravity, letting up, even if only for a moment.

 

There was a buzzing sound overhead. If Facsimile looked up, he would see that Fly-Boy had left his position by the man with the computer, to the man's obvious relief. Now the strange being was flying overhead, carefully watching Facsimile's every move.

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And that was all it took for facsimile to slip loose, his legs thrumming with power as he projected his magnetic field and shot him self out from under heavyweight.

 

"Well that was fun but I don't think I'm interested in doing it again...save for the part where I zap you of course!"

 

Extending his arms out at shoulder height, thumbs touching and pointers pointed at heavy weight he built another charge up, this time visable arcs of electricity flowing along the lengths of his arms as he prepared to fire another barrage of bolts.

 

He spared a quick glance at fly boy and with a wry smile spoke up.

 

"Feel free to jump in, Waters fine."

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"Ow. Ow. OW!" The lightning arced over and around Heavyweight as he struggled to try and reach the hero, failing to even more as he was zapped over and over. When Facsimile let up for a moment, smoke rose from him, and there was a rather distinct, and unpleasant, smell of cooked flesh coming from him. 

 

Above, Fly-Boy accepted his invitation, sending a blast of stomach acid straigh at Facsimile. Though it missed, the shot started burning a hole through the ring where it had hid, while Fly-Boy began circling overhead. He had no reason to get up close, after all. Not like Heavyweight.

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"Here comes the next contestant!" He said with the sly confidence that pervaded everything he'd said and done so far.

 

"Take a few to catch your breath big guy I'll be right back." 

 

And with that he was off like a lightning bolt straight up towards the grotesque fly creature.

 

"Oof buddy I'm going to do you a favor and hit you In the face...not like I can make things any worse right?" A glint of blue white electricity later sent him spinning around behind flyboy with his arms raised and his fingers interlocked with a mighty sledgehammer brought his full thundering wrath down on the unsuspecting fly-boy's head.

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Heavyweight looked up with a heavy sigh, and slowly moved to the side of the ring, climbing out of it and landing heavily on the ground. He held his right shoulder as he moved over to Bear-Knuckle and shook his head with another heavy sigh. "Sorry." Bear-Knuckle shook his head and crossed his arms, smirking at the sight in the arena. Oh, he'd get his turn soon, it seemed.

 

Facsimile's fish clashed straight into Fly-Boy's face, electricity crackling around him as he received the sledgehammer blow before landing heavily in the arena. He made confused buzzing noises, not quite words, struggling to move, to do something, but the electricity kept crackling around him.

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Hmm...someone had slipped away it seemed...perhaps a little probing would root them out?

 

Crossing his arms over his chest to close the circuit whilst he built his power to maximum, flinging his arms wide and launching his attack along carefully ionised paths towards fly boy he how're failed to account for the existing electricity surrounding the fallen flyboy and it merely bounced away from him harmlessly.

 

Any unseen foes however remained to be seen.

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The lightning crackled away from Fly-Boy, who struggled on the floor, making weird buzzing noises as he tried to move. His wings would try flap, almost managing it, but not quite. No, he seemed to be at the mercy of Facsimile, lying on the floor as he was, with none of the other Contenders seeming willing to step in on his behalf. Heavyweight was idly scratching his arm in some discomfort, while Bear-Knuckle grinned wickedly, opening and closing his claws as he got himself pumped to get ready.

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