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Contending with the Contenders


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Facsimile scoffed at the unseen TKOs remark.

 

"Fighting smart starts with picking your opponent and I believe I've made it abundantly clear..." He began as he twisted aside to dodge heavyweights and flyboy's simultaneous strikes as he squared himself for bearknuckle, quickly snapping his entire body into a powerful twist as he swung his fist out and into the back of the raging ursine armed man's broad clawed hands to knock his blow wide and off to the side.

 

"That you are no match for me." He stated with a unshakablely calm air even as his hand prickled with numbness and slight pain from the impact "The smart thing to do would be to surrender."

 

And with that he exploded into action again, sweeping his leg out behind bearknuckles ankles, hauling it back in to pull his feet out from under him and send him tumbling into the pliant mass of heavyweights gut and hopefully under the effects of his strange aura.

 

Not wasting a slither of the momentum from his motion  he rose back to his feet and brought his fist racing up towards flyboys probiscus.

 

"Whilst it's still an option." He concluded.

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There was a buzzing sound, and suddenly Fly-Boy was in front of Facsimile, blocking his sweep to let Bear-Knuckle go free, even as he fell towards Heavyweight himself. Caught in the giant man's gravity, Fly-Boy let loose a weak buzz as Facsimile hit him straight in the face, even as it didn't seem like it had much effect, before Fly-Boy slammed into the ground due to the gravity.

 

"You're just a punk, kid! You're nothing in a straight fight! Look at you, was losing, then you had to blow up like a big cloud!" Wherever TKO was, his voice rang out across the area, as Facsimile managed to avoid being trapped by the arena rising up and trying to grab his feet.

 

"GRAH!" 

 

Bear-Knuckle didn't even care for his allies trying to intercept the hero. He threw himself straight at Facsimile once more, swinging both of clawed hands wildly with all the force he could muster.

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Archer II

 

*TWANG! TWANG! TWANG!* 

 

Three rapids sounds, from above, with uncanny speed between them. Three arrows flew in near Bear-Knuckle, Heavyweight and Fly-Boy, all shining patterns of ever shifting brilliant light as they passed by the eyes of the first two, while Fly-Boy managed to avert his eyes.

 

Connor sat hunched above, on some of the scaffolding, already reaching for the next arrow. Southside didn't have many heroes, but Facsimile wasn't the only one, and whatever differences they might have, Connor was not about to let him take on a full team on his own. Not with the trap that they had set up. "The bomb's taken care of! The school's safe!" He started moving to the side, out of the way before they started coming for him. No reason to be a sitting duck. 

 

"Cut loose and kick their asses!"

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Heavyweight stared, his jaws opening, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the arrow passed him by, mesmerized by the strobe lights. Even Bear-Knuckle growled, even as he didn't freeze up completely like his heavier teammate.

 

Of the three visible villains, only Fly-Boy managed to avoid staring at the strobe light from the arrows. He started rapidly flapping his wings as he buzzed several times before pushing off the ground, away from Heavyweight's gravity aura and into the air. With a loud, shrill buzz he set his sights straight on Archer, being the Contender that had the easiest time reaching a foe above them. Flying up close, he swung at Archer, who ducked out of the way of the wide swing.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Facsimile smiled broadly as archer made his appearance and his announcement, it was time to bring this show to an end at last.

 

"Now see, that's how you fight smart...and well, old man." He chortled as his hands settled on his shining steel belt buckle.

 

"Rope-a-Dope I believe it's called, keeping you lot busy and distracted whilst we cleaned up your cowardly little insurance policy....you only got two good hits in between the lot of you!" The silver beginning to spread up from his fingers along his arm and head as he spoke.

 

"But now it's time for me to bring this to an end and show you just how powerful I actually am."

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The floor rose up around Facsimile once more, threatening to swallow him up whole, but once more, he managed to move out of the way. "Take him down! C'mon, before he does something big again!" The desperation was clear in TKO's voice, giving away his position.

 

Bear-Knuckle was nothing but roar and fury and screams. He swung, slashed, tore, did everything he could to try and get at Fascimile, who seemed to have a second wind now, easily dodging him.

 

Heavyweight stared at the pretty lights, lost to the world.

 

And above, Fly-Boy flew and buzzed all around Archer, diving and lunging at him before pulling back, missing again and again.

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Archer II

 

Connor reached for a group of three arrows as he took a step to the side, narrowly avoiding another of Fly-Boy's charges. The flying insect was annoying. One touch, and he'd probably be down, but right now, Connor couldn't focus on him. Of course Facs was going all out now. All bravado, turning into some kind of metal form. Wouldn't be Facs without that, wouldn't it.

 

Jumping to another part of the scaffoldings, he let the three hypodermic arrows fly towards Bear-Knuckle. The old man had told him about them before he got involved, and Bear-Knuckle was clearly the most dangerous one. They had to take him down now, and the rest should follow soon after. At least he'd be able to focus on Fly-Boy if Facs could just stop Bear-Knuckle.

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"Time to show you has-beens just what Im made of!" Facsimile roared with thunderous strength as his metal shoulders and hips twisted to add the full power of his body into the blow he was about to deliver.

 

This was no simple jab, straight or hook but a haymaker, one bearing every ounce of power he could muster and one that would leave him off balance and vulnerable to counter Attack but in exchange could probably demolish the heaviest of fortifications.

 

Squaring up to bear knuckle in unspoken challenge he let his steel fist fly straight towards the enraged mutants face.

 

No matter what happened this was going to be quite a spectacular impact.

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The impact was spectacular. Bear-Knuckle groaned, obviously weakened even as he raged and tore towards Facsimile, and then, the hit collided straight with his face. So much force. So much power, and for a moment, Bear-Knuckle just stood there, stumbing a few steps forward, and then, he fell, face first onto the ring. 

 

"%#&¤!" TKO obviously wasn't pleased, while Fly-Boy just made his weird buzzing noises from above. He was pissed, but too busy to deal with it. Heavyweight just stood there, still staring ahead after Archer's attack.

 

And then, nothing. TKO didn't even attempt a counter attack, there was just the sound of steps starting to move away from Facsimile and out of the arena.

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Archer II

 

Connor could almost feel the blow from below from where he was standing, even as he dodged and weaved out of the way of Fly-Boy's attacks. He didn't really have time to savor it, but that was one down, at least. And Heavyweight still seemed out of it. 

 

Leaning out of the way of another strike as Fly-Boy passed by him, he quickly reached for a couple of arrows. Regular arrows, broadheads. No need for anything fancy. Fly-Boy was tough, he could take it, and Connor didn't mind causing that freak some pain. Take aim, fire! Three arrows flying, hitting their goal, one going through a wing, another in an arm, one in a leg. Still, he had to get out of there. Reaching for another arrow, he jumped off the scaffolding, firing the grappling line arrow as he felt, going into a swing and landing in the ring next to Facsimile.

 

"He'll be coming down in a moment. Try and take down the big guy while I deal with him?"

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Facsimile grunted in affirmation as he tensed his entire body in preparation for his next strike.

 

Muscles twanging like compressing springs as he wound back and then exploded forward.

 

Stepping heavily into his blow as he brought his metal fist in a blazing arc towards the dazed heavy weight he barely even noticed his leg puncturing into the make shift arena knee deep as his knuckles collided with the hefty adipose of his dazed foe. 

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Archer II

 

Facsimile's blow almost made Connor lose his target. Only almost. Two down, two to go. One buzzing fly, one guy that had decided to just up and disappear. Maybe TKO had just run off. That might be either good or bad, but he didn't really have time to think about it. With Fly-Boy diving for him, Connor shot several arrows at him, a few hitting and digging into his body, but the flying freak just kept coming.

 

"Could use an interception here." His voice was steady as he reached for another arrow while getting ready to get out of the way before Fly-Boy reached him.

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"Wha?" Heavyweight only barely looked up, still dazed, still just struggling to stay upright, then a resounding *SMACK* echoed out in the arena around them. Everyone that had come to watch was silent as the second Contender fell, then started cheering, almost like it was all just a show.

 

With a loud buzzing noise, Fly-Boy flew down at full speed, passing by as Archer stepped out of the way, leaving him vulnerable to Facsimile's attack.

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With a mighty motion facsimiles powerful steel legs exploded into motion as he sent himself soaring over archer and flyboy.

 

A swing of his arm brought the mass of morphic molecules he kept wrapped around his biceps into its activated stage that of a chain with a hilt and a dense rubbery ball at its head.

 

Landing with a resounding thoom he wasted no time in getting his weapon spinning even as he turned to face fly boy and swung it towards the villain with all his might impacting him squarely on the side of his head, using his free hand to halt the path of the chain and redirect with with a swift swatting motion to trap the insectoid in the coils of the morphic matter chain.

 

Quickly turning again and hurling the now bound flyby over his shoulder face first into the mat.

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Fly-Boy zoomed in, buzzing and cursing in his weird noises, then stopped as Facsimile came flying at him. The massive chain and weapon hitting home, wrapping around him and throwing him into the floor, Fly-Boy was unconscious as he soon as the hit landed, left motionless. If TKO was still there, he was silent. The Contenders were down, Facsimile stood the victor and the hero of the hour.

 

"Shit!" The young man over by nearby laptop broke the silence of the moment. Maybe not the smartest move.

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Alright, interception delivered. The hit was deafening, Fly-Boy was down and TKO had probably run off, if what Connor had heard about him was right. Didn't meant Connor was about to drop his guard in any way. 

 

"Nice work." He planted a hand on Facs' shoulder. He was battered and bruised, but Facs had stood his ground, he had taken them down. 

 

And then the kid called out. Quickly reaching for a riot foam arrow, Connor took aim. "Make one move and I let the arrow fly."

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  • 1 month later...

"Thanks for covering my butt." Was facsimiles immediate response, now his enemies had been defeated or fled he allowed himself to show some exhaustion and pain.

 

In truth he'd forgotten the kid that the contenders had had with them this whole time in his fighting tunnel vision and upon connera response pulled himself back together.

 

"Do what he says kid, Archer is serious business." He said "and I'm too tired to be gentle."

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The kid raised his arms to the sky. "Alright, alright, sheesh. Just... don't hurt me, alright?" 

 

He didn't seem big on continuing the fight, not that he had been directly involved. "I'm just the tech guy, alright? Those old geezers paid good money, alright? Just, just don't hit me, I'll tell you everything."

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"Smart kid." Facsimile remarked to archer with a wry grin  "you're probably the better answer getter of the two of us, you mind taking care of our guy whilst I try and get the crowd to disperse, maybe ring the cops to scoop these has beens up?" He remarked as he wound the chain of his wrecking ball around his arm.

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It didn't take long for the cops to arrive, now that the bomb threat had been dealt with.

 

The Contenders, aside from the escaped TKO, were carted off to secure holdings. Without the Roman to keep watch, they were just has-beens. Former villains trying to recapture their old glory.

 

The kid, one Troy Jackson, claimed that someone had paid him to help the Contenders, had set up the whole plot to draw Facsimile out, film the entire thing. They wanted him humilated, for whatever reason. That had backfired nicely, as Archer remarked.

 

In the end, the day was saved.

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