Battle BC: Fujinaka VS Giovanni

[Ricia]

Round 3: Battle BC

@Ethreal Oatmeal and @Giovanni Carter (Only they can post in this thread. All other posts will be deleted. OOC is allowed though.)


"Fujinaka Ichigori, Giovanni Edindo Carter... please move to the battle arena." A short stout man in an arena staff uniform informed them.


When they entered into the arena, a soft breeze brushed over them. There was a small clearing with soft, almost crunchy grass. Surround the clearing was thick circle of strong pine trees.


As soon as they stepped through the gates, the shut with a loud clink and the crowd erupted in a loud roar.


"Round 2! Fujinaka... Versus... Giovanni!" The announcer said loudly.


Another loud cheer erupted. The announcer didn't even wait for it to stop before she spoke again,


"FIGHT!"

 

[Giovanni Carter]

"EDINDO??!!" The vehement rage in Giovanni's voice was almost like a wave of rage through the dark and dank room he had sentenced himself to after the horrible match before. It was too much of an easy win, almost like his opponent was not even there. It wasn't even a full victory in his mind, and made the Wickerolan a bit stewed already. In the timespan of this tournament and its prepping, he had lost his favorite clothing, had been disrespected with a no-show crud match, and now they dare stain his name?


A piercing scream of unadulterated repugnance rang through the room as the door slammed open. This time, there was no subtlety to his actions as he started to stomp his way down the hall. It was now time for WAR. And he would bring with him the fires of hell itself.


The couple of growled demonic tones, interrogations to hassle the prompters around him, and Gio found himself in front of a rather large metallic doorway like before. This time, Giovanni did not waste any time to enter the battle field. He simply thrust his naked arms forward to bash pale palms upon the metallic doors. The resounding crack a second or so later lead to the approximate 10'x10' steel twin doors swinging to open before slipping off of their hinges. A beast had arisen.... Into the confines of a field? It was no matter to the Wickerolan, really.


The rays of light illuminated an all black ensemble of his sleeveless shirt, leather pants and biker boots. With the jingle of chains upon his sides and the sheaths upon his hips, his two blades like before, it was a nice change. There was no gun this time really as Gio was not too worried about bringing that thing.


With emerald eyes glowing with pure vehement indignation, the 6'4 lithe male lifted his head high to the air before letting out in a primal roar, "EDWINDO!!!!! THE NAME IS EDWINDO!!!!!!!!!!!" Of course this would be a rather intimidating, and oddly entertaining spectacle for the audience to see, "I AM GIOVANNI EDWINDO CARTER! THE STORM OF WICKEROLA!"


And hearing the roar of the crowd, Gio folded his arms over his chest as he awaited his opposition to show. Let the bloodshed begin.