“The twist is that the battles will be set high, high into space what we will see here will merely be a holograph. Let the battles begin!”
Thanos escorted Doom and MOF to their arena. The crowd roared loudly as they made their way in front of them. One of the heroes reached out for Doom’s face but doom just responded with a look. As Doom looked at the being it simply collapsed he held out a normal katana at the beings head. It cut his skull clean off. Doom stuck the katana back inside his back. Literally. He sticks his sword in his skin. He held the head out in his hand. He then dropped in and smashed it into the ground as he smiled at MOF. He felt powerful, then again he always felt powerful. But this time he felt as if he had been too powerful. Too powerful to control himself. What if he killed everyone on the planet? It would be a waste of his food supply. He began to have second thoughts about fighting in the tourney. How about he just kills MOF and Thanos now and get the hell out of here. Nah he would just sit back and enjoy the ride. It was just a free ticket to fame. He continued to walk towards the large fighting ring. He could see it was made of Valor. It was a metal created by himself. Powerful to withstand a million suns coming at it. With his immense flexibility and agility he merely leaped into the ring. He leaped so quick it was as if he teleported. Well not actually teleported. As if once he was in the air he began to dash to his destination.
He waited impatiently for his opponent to enter the ring. As his opponent stood far across from him he grinned. Showing pure red teeth. The ring was about the size of two football fields. There was a long stench blowing in the wind. The stench of death. The stench of Doom. Doom had been far before the big bang. He started evil and he was going to have to end it soon. He knew after Armageddon he would be the only one to survive. The only one to populate new life. He grinned at his opponent once again as the ring began to rise high into the air. He dug his feet deep into the metal denting the ring floor. The metal was not budgeable or dentable. Yet he still dug a deep hole into it. This proved his marvelous power farther. The cage soon was launched into space. Doom kept his feet planted firmly into the metal plate. Waiting to make the first move. Soon the ring had came to a stop. As stop the would probably launch the every day hero or villain a million miles. But with his weight changing ability he could adapt to anything. Before they even made a move he was already deciding his first attack.
He cracked his knuckles then his neck. He began to get into a martial arts stance. This had not been just any martial arts, this had been his own. He had been the only one who knew of it. He named it Val’de’Vao’Waldo. It had been the art of doom. The art that would end all other styles. As he began to launch the moves in thin air a yellow line followed his foot. This was not because he was moving at the speed of light, which he was. This was him nearly breaking through reality itself. He could see the audience amazed at his performance. Because there was a holograph of them on ground the audience was holographic up here. Some eve seemed to pass out from his performance. He was careful not to look at anything or it would automatically disappear. To ix this he put on his red shades. Shade he made himself that the eyes would have no affect through. He pulled two katanas out his back. Both were blazing with hellfire. He had planned his actions almost perfectly. He used his phenomenal dark magic skills to alter gravity a lot. Alter it to the point that even the slowest move was faster than light. It had seemed like he felt so free. He could move like the wind but much faster. This gravity alteration was only available for him. It would not affect MOF at all. But he knew something that would affect MOF. He altered the gravity around MOF. Altered it to the point where he could barely move, and if so it would be in strong slow motion. So while he was at the speed of light, much faster really. MOF would be slower than a snail. This did not only affect their speed but their magic too. If MOF tried to put up a force field. Doom would be able to hit him before it fully surrounded him.
Not only had he put up a fog thick enough to withstand immense strength, but he had also hoped he canceled off all of his opponents five senses. Now he threw the grenade over at his opponent. The hellfire turned the bomb to more of an atomic bomb. With that being done, Doom would follow with his own attacks. Doom still had his gravity alteration on and so was MOF’s if it worked. He leaped over to MOF no weapons in hand. All he was going to use was his fist. He was about to use the fighting style that nearly broke into reality. He didn’t care how far MOF’s invulnerability went, these blows would nearly shatter his bones. Doom attempted to pound his fist against the body and face of MOF. Ending the last blow with an outstanding roundhouse kick as he flipped back out of the way. The crowd roared in amazement. Some even asked for an encore. Now he waited to see if his opponent had lived. Chances were 95% percent that MOF didn’t survive. Doom looked back at Thanos who was on platform next to the ring. Incase things got nasty. Te look on Thanos eyes was the same look a kid got when he saw his favorite star.
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“The twist is that the battles will be set high, high into space what we will see here will merely be a holograph. Let the battles begin!”
Thanos escorted Doom and MOF to their arena. The crowd roared loudly as they made their way in front of them. One of the heroes reached out for Doom’s face but doom just responded with a look. As Doom looked at the being it simply collapsed he held out a normal katana at the beings head. It cut his skull clean off. Doom stuck the katana back inside his back. Literally. He sticks his sword in his skin. He held the head out in his hand. He then dropped in and smashed it into the ground as he smiled at MOF. He felt powerful, then again he always felt powerful. But this time he felt as if he had been too powerful. Too powerful to control himself. What if he killed everyone on the planet? It would be a waste of his food supply. He began to have second thoughts about fighting in the tourney. How about he just kills MOF and Thanos now and get the hell out of here. Nah he would just sit back and enjoy the ride. It was just a free ticket to fame. He continued to walk towards the large fighting ring. He could see it was made of Valor. It was a metal created by himself. Powerful to withstand a million suns coming at it. With his immense flexibility and agility he merely leaped into the ring. He leaped so quick it was as if he teleported. Well not actually teleported. As if once he was in the air he began to dash to his destination.
He waited impatiently for his opponent to enter the ring. As his opponent stood far across from him he grinned. Showing pure red teeth. The ring was about the size of two football fields. There was a long stench blowing in the wind. The stench of death. The stench of Doom. Doom had been far before the big bang. He started evil and he was going to have to end it soon. He knew after Armageddon he would be the only one to survive. The only one to populate new life. He grinned at his opponent once again as the ring began to rise high into the air. He dug his feet deep into the metal denting the ring floor. The metal was not budgeable or dentable. Yet he still dug a deep hole into it. This proved his marvelous power farther. The cage soon was launched into space. Doom kept his feet planted firmly into the metal plate. Waiting to make the first move. Soon the ring had came to a stop. As stop the would probably launch the every day hero or villain a million miles. But with his weight changing ability he could adapt to anything. Before they even made a move he was already deciding his first attack.
He cracked his knuckles then his neck. He began to get into a martial arts stance. This had not been just any martial arts, this had been his own. He had been the only one who knew of it. He named it Val’de’Vao’Waldo. It had been the art of doom. The art that would end all other styles. As he began to launch the moves in thin air a yellow line followed his foot. This was not because he was moving at the speed of light, which he was. This was him nearly breaking through reality itself. He could see the audience amazed at his performance. Because there was a holograph of them on ground the audience was holographic up here. Some eve seemed to pass out from his performance. He was careful not to look at anything or it would automatically disappear. To ix this he put on his red shades. Shade he made himself that the eyes would have no affect through. He pulled two katanas out his back. Both were blazing with hellfire. He had planned his actions almost perfectly. He used his phenomenal dark magic skills to alter gravity a lot. Alter it to the point that even the slowest move was faster than light. It had seemed like he felt so free. He could move like the wind but much faster. This gravity alteration was only available for him. It would not affect MOF at all. But he knew something that would affect MOF. He altered the gravity around MOF. Altered it to the point where he could barely move, and if so it would be in strong slow motion. So while he was at the speed of light, much faster really. MOF would be slower than a snail. This did not only affect their speed but their magic too. If MOF tried to put up a force field. Doom would be able to hit him before it fully surrounded him.
Not only had he put up a fog thick enough to withstand immense strength, but he had also hoped he canceled off all of his opponents five senses. Now he threw the grenade over at his opponent. The hellfire turned the bomb to more of an atomic bomb. With that being done, Doom would follow with his own attacks. Doom still had his gravity alteration on and so was MOF’s if it worked. He leaped over to MOF no weapons in hand. All he was going to use was his fist. He was about to use the fighting style that nearly broke into reality. He didn’t care how far MOF’s invulnerability went, these blows would nearly shatter his bones. Doom attempted to pound his fist against the body and face of MOF. Ending the last blow with an outstanding roundhouse kick as he flipped back out of the way. The crowd roared in amazement. Some even asked for an encore. Now he waited to see if his opponent had lived. Chances were 95% percent that MOF didn’t survive. Doom looked back at Thanos who was on platform next to the ring. Incase things got nasty. Te look on Thanos eyes was the same look a kid got when he saw his favorite star.




