THE GREATEST SHOW UNEARTHED

[whocouldwinarabbit]

WHO: The HABIT whocouldwinarabbit and his eighteen lucky Rabbits.
WHERE: Yankee Stadium.
WHEN: Tuesday, November 13 afternoon onward.
WARNINGS: Not for the children. Graphic murder expected.
SUMMARY: THUNDERDOME.
FORMAT: Whatever our contestants would like.

"Rise and fucking shine, campers!" blasts the loudspeaker.

Eighteen bodies. Not a bad turnout. He's hauled them into the locker rooms to wake up together, tied balloon strings to their wrists, the balloons Skittles colors. Angora, some say in sharpie, Flemish Giant. And all have a smile drawn on, bunny ears on top.

"You're probably wondering what the hell you're doing here, right? Wonder no more! Welcome to the Trials, rabbits. Time to feed the HABIT."

The crowd roars in response, their fists in the air. They're not nearly enough to fill the stands, not hardly, the count's barely crawling up to a hundred -- but it's the impassive eyes of the cameras set up around the stadium that matter. These idiots are just for the noise of it.

"Now, see, the rules to this game are real simple. All you gotta do is kill everybody else. That's it! What could be easier, right? Knife in the brain. Sword in the guts. I don't care how you do it, just do it, meat. Look at it this way: the Porter'll bring you back good as new. So... what's keeping you? Besides, hey... the winner gets a prize."

HABIT laughs tinnily through the sound system, over the sound of the crowd. "If one of you makes a break for it -- go ahead! I encourage it, make your move -- but you will notice that there's no escape. Can't have you spoiling my fun, now can we? The good people up there in the stands paid twenty-nine ninety-nine for a show, and by fucking golly, they're gonna get it."

"Now... if you'll look at the balloons for your group assignments. Flemish Giants, why don't you come on out here? No, no, hey, don't be shy. Being first is a big ol' honor. So show us some blood!"

He hits the music, and opens the doors.

Comments

[hedera]

I'm so happy to oblige!

[She throws herself to the ground at the shots. When she stands up again, the grass comes along with her-- lengthening and thickening as it follows her hands up.

When she's up, the grass shoots out toward Ladd, aiming for his limbs.]

[sanguinosi]

[He certainly wasn't expecting that, but he's learnt not to expect much when fighting in this world. He's quick enough to avoid the grass this time, roughly diving out of the way out of reflex. He's quick to take another few shots though at the grass, hoping they'll damage her somehow.]

[hedera]

[The bullets tear through the grass easily, and Ivy visibly cringes-- her children cry out in pain, but it's a noble pain, it's martyrdom. They're putting their lives on the line to help her kill this stupid man, and she won't let them down.

The vines on her arms go for his neck.]

[sanguinosi]

[At least he's got a little tactic figured out now.]

Nice plants! Where'd you get them?

[The vines going for his neck are harder to dodge completely, but he attempts to shoot them as they come for him in the hopes of slowing them down. He's still darting around as well, staying at a certain distance. He's itching just to charge at her and attack her close range, but her plants are going to stop him from doing that.]

[hedera]

A lady never tells. [This grass isn't as effective as she'd hoped it would be; it's short, cultivated, man-made, and it doesn't respond as well as her vines.

But her vines, her children, as working perfectly. One of them, the one not going for Ladd, goes to the side to find a back-up weapon, and decides on a knife.]

[sanguinosi]

[He's more focused on getting away from the aggressive vines that he doesn't spot much of what she's actually doing. He fires more and more shots, planning to sidestep them soon and run straight at her. He's still able to talk at least.]

Ah, a man could really fall in love with a woman like you! I've always admired a woman with a green finger, you know that? And you've got plenty!

[hedera]

Typical man, always rushing into things without thinking. [The vine gives the knife to Ivy and goes to rejoin the other children, half of whom are still slicing and snapping at Ladd, the others gathering around Ivy in preparation for fending off any attack.

She smiles darkly and crooks a finger. Bring it on.] Running right into the briar patch.

[sanguinosi]

[He smiles again.]

Playing hard to get won't do anything, doll! I'm still going to kill you!

[He charges in at her suddenly, aiming at any vines that attempt to grab him.]

And trust me, it's going to be fucking beautiful!

[hedera]

Who are you calling doll, man?

[Her vines are still going for him, but Ivy is sure she can handle this personally. When he gets close enough, Ivy leaps out at him, thrusting her knife towards his heart.]

[sanguinosi]

[The distraction of the vines is enough for him to miss the blade until it strikes him, managing to pierce through him but not quite striking the heart. There's still a lot of blood, however, but it only takes him a few seconds to regain focus. He's panting, but still smiling.]

Close!

[He kicks his leg upwards, aiming to make Ivy lose her grip on the knife. He's certainly not going to make this easy.]

[hedera]

[The knife flips out of her hand and lands with a thunk in the ground behind her. But, she doesn't need that anymore. Not with Ladd standing so close.

Without a moment's hesitation, she grabs him by the collar with both hands and pulls him for a hard kiss. The poison should only take a few moments to kick in.]

[sanguinosi]

[There's a lot of things he's learnt to expect when fighting, but kissing usually isn't one of them. He's taken by surprise, and is about to pull off and make some stupid remark about how he wasn't being serious about the whole love thing-

Oh boy. Immediately, he pushes himself away with some force, stumbling backwards. His legs start to twitch and give out, and he falls on all fours on the ground. One lovely vomit later, and he's barely able to breathe. That doesn't stop him from trying to talk.]

W-What the- fuck did you-

[The muscle are spasming and restricting his breathing, his eyes wide and dilated. A little froth starts to form at the side of his mouth, but it's no use in getting rid of the poison. And just to make things even nicer, his slightly healing factor just makes the lethal dose go through slower.]

I'm going to- k-kill-

[With all his strength, he pulls himself up to his knees. He starts to move slowly, toppling to and through and still frothing at the mouth. He raises his arm, although he has no hope of getting in a shot as he can't even hold it straight.

And with a few final stammers, he finally collapses onto the floor, dead. She's won this fight, at least.]

[hedera]

[She watches him die with something very close to glee, even laughing a bit when he finally falls. Her breathing is a little harsh, and she's smoothing out her hair with one hand. That definitely wasn't easy, but she'll never admit it.

Her eyes lock onto the other competitor and she gives him a demure smile.] Now, why don't you just make this easy on yourself and close your eyes? I might even choose to be merciful.

[namekian]

[Piccolo watched the entire thing... He felt like stepping in, but he didn't know these people. He wasn't sure who to defend.

Little did she know, while the namek didn't fight he had noticed plenty within that battle. Unfortunately, Piccolo was never the kind to roll over and accept defeat... not when he knew he had a fighting chance against her. Now it was clear that his vitality was in danger. He was against fighting people for the sake of it... but she was ready to attack and he was going to defend himself.]

If you expect me to accept death, you have another thing coming.

[He glared at her, arms crossed over his chest.]

I don't want to fight you, but you killed that man. I take that you aren't going to back down, but... I'm giving you the chance now to change your mind.

[hedera]

Change my mind to what? You saw the fights before us; only one of us is getting out of here alive. And I'm sure as hell not going to let it be you.

[Her vines twist around her fingers.] Do you want to die like this worthless human? Because I can promise you something very painful, if you want.

[namekian]

[He lets out a growl, showing his fangs. Clearly he had no choice in the matter. He pulled off his turban and his cape-- the items falling to the ground with a very heavy THUD. His eyes locked onto the woman.]

My name is Piccolo. I'm sorry to say, I'm not going to make this easy for you.

I'm not a stranger to pain. If you intend to fight me, I'd suggest you hold nothing back.

[He gets into a fighting stance, a white fiery aura spreading through his body as he powers up.]

[hedera]

Oh, darling, don't think for a moment that I won't.

Enough pleasantries. [Around her feet, plants-- grass and weeds, all she has here-- start to grow.] Don't keep me waiting.

[namekian]

[And he didn't. In moments, he charged ahead-- focusing energy blasts from his fingertips and palms to shoot out at her before he made contact. He threw a strong, purposeful fist at her, keeping his other hand close to his body in defense to anything she may throw at him.]