Doc Dumbass Death
Damien growlsed as he got to his feet, standing straight up, facing slightly away from Fates. Damien opened his hand, palm facing Fate's with a grin. An energy field began to surround Damien's body, fluxuating from dark blue to purple to black.
"I am the weapon."
Fate's released a second energy blast from the sol daggers as Damien threw up an absorbing field, then reflected the blast back to Fate's. Fate's lept away, as Damien lept at him, a pair of daggers forming from the shadows in his hadns, much to Damien's surprise. The pair began a whirling dance of strikes and blocks as Damien used his strength and speed to force Fate's back into the corner. Damien poured on the Celerity, forcing fates to follow suit to try to parry the blows, but it soon became evident that the elder vampire was far too quick in this case, landing several glancing shots into Fate's chest. When Damien stepped away, he crossed his arms to admire his handiwork as Fates clutched at his chest.
"I always thought spraypaint was just not as colorful on the flesh as blood was."
Fates quirked a brow as he looked down, seeing the letters "nWo" carved into his chest. Fates growled as he healed the wounds, leaping at Damien, who laughed as he grabbed Fate's wrist, monkey flipping him into one of the golden crucifixes surrounding the cage. Damien's daggers lengthened into a pair of swords as he watched Fate's.
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Fates Child
Fates Child slammed his fist into the mat as his eyes went black. Looking up at Damien they began to glow red as he stood.- "Yeah you are the weapon the weapon of your own downfall!"
A cloud of Darkness surounded Fates Child and then a scream peirce out from the dense cloud. Damien tried to peer into it only to see the two soldaggers fly at him jamming into his arms making him scream in pain as they burned. Fates Child stepped out in his spawn type armor. His chains shot forth wrapping themselves around the soldaggers and yanking them out of Damien who then consintrated on healing. Fates Child began to walk towards Damien but then disappeared Damien looked around and then felt two sharp pains in his back as Fates drove the soldaggers into Damien back and then began to lift him into the air by them. Turning around he slammed Damien into a cross and held him there. Damien screaming Fates Child threw him across the ring into another cross. Using Celerity he ran under Damien and caught him before he touch the ground and turned with Damien and with a huge spinebuster laid him out on the mat. Arching his back in pain Damien then found him self being held tight by chains on his feet and hands streching him out. Fates Child left the top rope with a shooting star-press and nailed it perfectly driving Damien into another world. Fates Child then stood with Damien tied down by his chain and then Fates got an idea he place the daggers on the back of his hands and merge them in with him and then gotontop of Damien and began to punch Damien in the chest with the daggers and while doing so began to talk trash.- "You know Damien for some one who takes so much pride in your little nWo and runs you mouth as much as you do you sure as hell can't run your precious little faction. You along with your piece of shit nWo are running out of of steam you're both dried up and out of date. You might as well call it the Old World Order decreped senile bastard. Well one things for sure you could definately go for the Jurassic title or do you have to be a bit younger to compete for it. Another thing why the hell do you keep going on and on and on about your age and wisedom what the hell are you over componsating for?"
Fates Continued to drive the daggers into Damiens chest and then jumped up and released him. Damien rolled over blood poored from his chest and he quickly began to heal. He stood holding his chest and Fates Child starring him down. Fates Child cracked his neck as he retracted the daggers.-"Bring it old man."
Fates Child slammed his fist into the mat as his eyes went black. Looking up at Damien they began to glow red as he stood.- "Yeah you are the weapon the weapon of your own downfall!"
A cloud of Darkness surounded Fates Child and then a scream peirce out from the dense cloud. Damien tried to peer into it only to see the two soldaggers fly at him jamming into his arms making him scream in pain as they burned. Fates Child stepped out in his spawn type armor. His chains shot forth wrapping themselves around the soldaggers and yanking them out of Damien who then consintrated on healing. Fates Child began to walk towards Damien but then disappeared Damien looked around and then felt two sharp pains in his back as Fates drove the soldaggers into Damien back and then began to lift him into the air by them. Turning around he slammed Damien into a cross and held him there. Damien screaming Fates Child threw him across the ring into another cross. Using Celerity he ran under Damien and caught him before he touch the ground and turned with Damien and with a huge spinebuster laid him out on the mat. Arching his back in pain Damien then found him self being held tight by chains on his feet and hands streching him out. Fates Child left the top rope with a shooting star-press and nailed it perfectly driving Damien into another world. Fates Child then stood with Damien tied down by his chain and then Fates got an idea he place the daggers on the back of his hands and merge them in with him and then gotontop of Damien and began to punch Damien in the chest with the daggers and while doing so began to talk trash.- "You know Damien for some one who takes so much pride in your little nWo and runs you mouth as much as you do you sure as hell can't run your precious little faction. You along with your piece of shit nWo are running out of of steam you're both dried up and out of date. You might as well call it the Old World Order decreped senile bastard. Well one things for sure you could definately go for the Jurassic title or do you have to be a bit younger to compete for it. Another thing why the hell do you keep going on and on and on about your age and wisedom what the hell are you over componsating for?"
Fates Continued to drive the daggers into Damiens chest and then jumped up and released him. Damien rolled over blood poored from his chest and he quickly began to heal. He stood holding his chest and Fates Child starring him down. Fates Child cracked his neck as he retracted the daggers.-"Bring it old man."
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Damien Death
"Speaking of compensating for something boy..."
Damien stood, his chest healed, as his eyes became black. A pair of tendrils whipped from the shadows as the arena became considerably darker, the light slowly becoming blacked out.
"... is there some reason why you have the urge to run your mouth so much. Small dog syndrome perhaps?"
The lights came back up as the tendrils released Fate's, whipping him backi into the ropes when he got met with a double clothesline! Fate's opened his eyes after hitting the back of his head on the mat, looking up to see not one, but two of Damien.
"What's the matter little man?" asked Damien number one.
"Seeing double?" inquired number two.
Fates jumped to his feet, changing his grip on the soldaggers so he could swipe at Damien with them. But then, which Damien was the real one? Both Damiens had the shadow daggers in hand, and the clothesline from both was real enough. He did what he had to do, he lunged for the one on the left. Swinging the sol daggers in an "X" he slashed Damien 1 across the chest, but howled out as he felt a blade from number two dig in between his ribs, scrapiong across the bone. The distraction of the blade to his side served to give Damien 1 an opening to drive a boot into Fate's stomach. Damien 2 had ripped the blade free before driving a kick into the back of Fate's knee, sending him down to the mat. Damien 1 pulled Fate's up, sending him into the ropes for ahnother double clothesline, but Fate's ducked. He came back off the ropes, clotheslining both Damiens to the ground. Fate's leapt onto Damien 2, soldaggers flaring but they were suddenly slapped out of his grasp by tendrils from Damien 1. Fate's jumped up, running in with a spear to dig a shoulder into his stomach. Damien 2 got tob his feet, driving a boot into Fate's head before he could capitalize on the spear. Damien 2 hoistred Fate's up, driving him into the mat with a chokeslam as Damien 1 walked over to the cage, pulling a crucifix from the wall. Damien 1 folded and turned the Crucifix, revealing it to be a very old Hunters weapon, a modified pistol. Damien 2 stood on Fate's right hand while Damien one stood on Fate's left hand. Damien 1 looked down with a smile, loading a pair of silver spikes into the gun.
"Jesus christ walks into a Motel. He hands the guy behind the desk three nails and asks... ahhh fuck it, that joke always sucked anyway."
Fate's heard the gun sound, rather quietly as he felt a sharp pain in his left wrist, then again in his right. Both Damiens look down with a smirk as they step away, silver spikes buried deep into Fate's wrists.
"Pity we did not have a third to use on your ankles."
"Speaking of compensating for something boy..."
Damien stood, his chest healed, as his eyes became black. A pair of tendrils whipped from the shadows as the arena became considerably darker, the light slowly becoming blacked out.
"... is there some reason why you have the urge to run your mouth so much. Small dog syndrome perhaps?"
The lights came back up as the tendrils released Fate's, whipping him backi into the ropes when he got met with a double clothesline! Fate's opened his eyes after hitting the back of his head on the mat, looking up to see not one, but two of Damien.
"What's the matter little man?" asked Damien number one.
"Seeing double?" inquired number two.
Fates jumped to his feet, changing his grip on the soldaggers so he could swipe at Damien with them. But then, which Damien was the real one? Both Damiens had the shadow daggers in hand, and the clothesline from both was real enough. He did what he had to do, he lunged for the one on the left. Swinging the sol daggers in an "X" he slashed Damien 1 across the chest, but howled out as he felt a blade from number two dig in between his ribs, scrapiong across the bone. The distraction of the blade to his side served to give Damien 1 an opening to drive a boot into Fate's stomach. Damien 2 had ripped the blade free before driving a kick into the back of Fate's knee, sending him down to the mat. Damien 1 pulled Fate's up, sending him into the ropes for ahnother double clothesline, but Fate's ducked. He came back off the ropes, clotheslining both Damiens to the ground. Fate's leapt onto Damien 2, soldaggers flaring but they were suddenly slapped out of his grasp by tendrils from Damien 1. Fate's jumped up, running in with a spear to dig a shoulder into his stomach. Damien 2 got tob his feet, driving a boot into Fate's head before he could capitalize on the spear. Damien 2 hoistred Fate's up, driving him into the mat with a chokeslam as Damien 1 walked over to the cage, pulling a crucifix from the wall. Damien 1 folded and turned the Crucifix, revealing it to be a very old Hunters weapon, a modified pistol. Damien 2 stood on Fate's right hand while Damien one stood on Fate's left hand. Damien 1 looked down with a smile, loading a pair of silver spikes into the gun.
"Jesus christ walks into a Motel. He hands the guy behind the desk three nails and asks... ahhh fuck it, that joke always sucked anyway."
Fate's heard the gun sound, rather quietly as he felt a sharp pain in his left wrist, then again in his right. Both Damiens look down with a smirk as they step away, silver spikes buried deep into Fate's wrists.
"Pity we did not have a third to use on your ankles."
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