2033 Olympics: Heavyweight Gladiatorial: Shockwave versus Wreck-Gar



2k5 3 - Monday, August 13, 2012, 8:38 PM

Franklin Cross has arrived.

Franklin Cross arrives on an auxillary shuttle.

Boomslang has arrived.

The Swordfish - Coliseum

This massive, circular room serves as the central arena for the Swordfish, allowing it to host numerous games and events. Like the rest of the ship, this area is made of a white substance that /looks/ more like stone than metal, although whatever it is, it seems to serve well enough to hold the ship together. The richly carved stadium is lined with row upon row of standard seating, with several more luxurious balconies for the wealthier passengers. The stadium floor is sunken, and can be flooded for naval battles, or re-arranged to serve other purposes. Frequently, pit traps, nets, trip-wires and lasers provide additional challenge to any warriors or racers in the competition area below.

Contents:

Boomslang [Hidden]

Franklin Cross

Backfire

Tuxedo

Wreck-Gar

Ravage

Slugfest

Misfire

Buzzsaw

Soccer Field 

Obvious exits:

Starboard Arch  leads to The Swordfish - Casino.

Port Arch  leads to The Swordfish - Medical.

Gallery  leads to The Swordfish - Gallery.

Airlock  leads to Earth Orbit.

 Control Room leads to The Swordfish - Control Room.

 Outside to the Space Arena leads to The Swordfish - Space Arena.

This room is a shuttle room. You can type '+destinations' to take an auxillary shuttle from here.

A resounding noise echoes and booms throughout the coliseum, flooding the individual compartments all located underneath and off to the sides of the room.


 * STOMP, STOMP, CLAAA-ACK!*


 * STOMP, STOMP, CLAAA-ACK!*

The hills are alive, with the sound of.. bloodlust? Yes. A myriad of alien races can be found in the stands, all clamoring for this gladiatorial event. Tickets have been sold out for weeks in advance, most of them bought up by the Junkions to cheer on their faithful leader! Decepticons merely made counterfeits to get in, which has led to quite a bit of congestion in the stands.

Inside the ring, it looks like.. a WWF no holds barred match? Yes. All sorts of random articles have been deposited in the sunken-in pit that will be tonight's venue. Large scrap pieces of sheet metal, a thruster from an intergalactic warp cruiser, i-beams, hell.. pretty much everything -but- the kitchen sink.

Wait, nope. There's a kitchen sink here too.

Coming out of one of the tunnels, a figure shrouded in a pink robe and long cowl gracefully struts to the center of the arena.. grabbing for the mic. In a very sexy and feminite voice, she calls out. "Are you ready for.. COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMBAT???"

The crowd goes wild with cheers, some even whistling at the announcer's figure and attire.

 Glittery Magic Fusillade says, "An for thossa you that haven't -MELTED-, the battle still lumbers on in Greenhouse Gas Capital of the Quadrant, this time in the form of rooooooad raaaaaaage!"

 Fusillade says, "An for thossa you that haven't -MELTED-, the battle still lumbers on in Greenhouse Gas Capital of the Quadrant, this time in the form of rooooooad raaaaaaage!"

Perhaps contrary to expectations, Shockwave was quite pleased when he discovered that he would be paired up against Wreck-Gar in the first round of the gladiatorial matches. As Military Commander, Shockwave has studied extensively the strengths and weaknesses of the Empire's many, /many/ enemies. Both physically, intellectually, and emotionally, Shockwave, along with Decepticon Central Intelligence, has every species and faction logged and documented.

But one has always stood out. Not because they're uniquely powerful, not because they're incredibly strong, and /definitely/ not because they're with it mentally. The Junkions, however, have always been a question mark for the Empire. The Decepticons don't *understand* the Junkions. Heck, most Decepticons don't *want* to understand them. Shockwave, however, sees the value in it. This is a chance to see the Junkions' best and learn how to out-think them, out-fight them, and out-kill them.

Thus, it is with this in mind that Shockwave steps into the ring. Although he gazes up briefly at the row upon rows of stands holding all manner of idiot aliens (Shockwave idly considers each of *their* weaknesses), the Decepticon finally turns to the announcer. He's recognized who it is, but doesn't comment on it. This sort of ridiculousness is why Shockwave wanted the fight to be somewhere desolate, like... I don't know, Venus or something. But no, the Olympic organizers demanded that a high profile fight like this happen in the centre stage.

It's a small price to pay to find out how to kill Junkions.

Groove has arrived.

Slugfest ohs and stops shuffling around aimlessly for mischief and goes to watch the two competitors face off. He finds a seat and tucks his feet under himself to get comfortable.

The Coliseum's speakers come alive with a constant repeated string on a guitar, followed by someone hitting a china cymbal. Then, suddenly the sky lights up in an explosion of fireworks. This continues for some time in a spectacular display of pyrotechnics. Then, a voice plays over the speaker, ~Rising up,~ timed to coincide with the elevation of a platform. ~Back on the street, did my time, took my chances, went the distance, now I'm back on my feet, just a man and his will to survive~. Upon the platform, Wreck-Gar stands. But he seems to be wearing a black robe with gold trim. On the back, written in gold lettering, is the word "Wreck-Gar" and blow, a picture of a Custom Motorcycle. He steps forward, off the platform, and begins shadow punching, dancing around, before a Junkion takes his robe off of him, and gives him some kind of words of encouragement. Once this is said, the Junkion holds up the rope, and Wreck-Gar steps into the ring. Curiously, he seems to be immaculate, and not just by Junkion standards. He looks like he just stepped off the assembly line. This is a special occasion, and he's had himself all polished up, so that he looks like new. The fun will be getting dirty again.

In the Aerospace Section (not official, but Decepticon Aerospace has always stuck together), one of the conehead seekers shouts his approval. "Nuke him! Nuke him! Go Decepticons! Go Shockwave!"

Fortress Maximus has arrived.

The slender figure snatches the mic out of the stand, stepping to the left. "I can't hear you?" The crowd goes wild again, hooting and hollering.. one six arm orange skinned alien-fan has even jumped the blockade and runs across the field with a shirt on that reads: "I'll pull your trigger!" with Shockwave's one eyed face on it.

Security drags him away to the underground, where they'll no doubt beat him severly while he screams "Don't tase me bro!"

The announcer in the middle steps to the right, "Well that will have to do, currs." The last of which sounds.. like a dude? Throwing the cowl back, it's none other than Backfire.. in DRAG?!?! Admit it, this is probably not the strangest thing you've seen him do. Honestly. Sporting a bubbled chest-plate, long metallic wig spray-painted blonde (a couple of ribbons in for good measure), matching pink blasters on his hips, and long stilletos that make his stumble accidentally. "Okay, okay.. Arcee wasn't available tonight." he announces, regaining his composure. "So you got the NEXT BEST THING!"

"Nightbird?" someone from out in the crowd calls, immediately bludgeoned for mentioning her by name.

"No, you fool. BACKFIRE, the FOOL PINNACLE!" he shouts, adding at the end. "Fool." Turning to Shockwave, the Seeker gives him a nod and then a sneer is directed at Wreck-Gar. "Alright, you all know how this goes. Gladiatorial match, no shooting things.." he points to Shockwave's gun hand, "And no abuse of horrible looking facial hair." he points to Wreck-Gar's long stringy stache.

"Let's get it on!" Backfire calls out, using anti-gravs to float up into the air. The pink cape flaps in the wind, it also has sparkles in it.

ROLL: Wreck-Gar rolled a 54

ROLL: Shockwave rolled a 42

Shockwave watches coldly as Wreck-Gar enters with grand dramatic flair. He is completely silent on the music, the noise, the boxing robe, and all the other trite theatrics. He knew he'd be suffering this sort of thing when he agreed to join the Gladiatorial event, but he's able to ignore it. Backfire however is slightly tougher to do so for, if for no other reason than he wears the Decepticon insignia. "Abuse of Wreck-Gar's physical attributes *are* within limits," Shockwave insists. "Rule twenty-eight hundred, forty-seven, subsection five."

Redshift accelerates and leaves the orbit of Venus.

Redshift has arrived.

 Bonecrusher says, "Victory for the Decepticons in team battles!"

 Impudent Fool Backfire says, "For the EMPIRE!"

 Misfire says, "Score!"

 Fusillade says, "Thank Primus that helicopter shot himself. Twice. In the optics, that match was gonna take foreverrrrrrr, and this place is smelly and hot."

 Galvatron says, "Yesss! Good work, Bonecrusher! I had confidence that the first and greatest Special Team could defeat the miserable "Protect-O-Bots!" Now... see that you keep it up."

 Bonecrusher says, "I am indeed special, my lord. Thank you for your recognition."

Wreck-Gar stops dancing around the ring long enough to get the instructions from Backfire. At first, he watches with interest, but then he pulls out his Decelerator Laser, admiring it. It's almost as if he's no longer listening, "Oh goody! My illudium Q-36 explosive space modulator." When he hears that he's not allowed to use it, he spins it around his index finger, like a cowboy, and holsters it in a hip compartment. He nods his head in the affirmative, that he understands the rules. Going towards the centre of the ring, he raises his hands, offering to touch 'gloves' with the Military Operations Commander, but his gesture is ignored. After hanging in mid-air for a moment, he says, "I must break you." Moving backwards, and dancing on what looks like his tip-toes, he rarely makes contact with the floor. As he dances around, he says, "Why, Crusher! It's good to see you." During his second pass, he pulls out his axe, and says, "Fresh as monkey's breath, brother!" as he swings.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "A loss would've reflected poorly on you. And on the judge. Backfire... you take my meaning, I hope!"

Combat: Wreck-Gar misses Shockwave with his Armor Axe attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Armor Axe": A Level 5 MELEE attack.

<Decepticon> Impudent Fool Backfire gulps audibly, "Anyone.." he trails, making a *scrsssssshhhhh* sound. "Getting.." more staticy sound, "Static? Storm." More static sound.

"Swing, batta batta swing!" comes another mocking yell from the Decepticon peanut gallery.

Shockwave stands unmoving, only turning his head enough to stare at Wreck-Gar as he dances around the arena. He makes no movement as Wreck-Gar goes to the middle to 'touch gloves'. Either Shockwave does not recognize the gesture, or he simply does not care to partake. Either is equally valid. Once Wreck-Gar pulls out his axe, however, Shockwave suddenly drops into a defensive stance and puts up his dukes. In his case this means his gun arm in front of his fist arm, somewhat as if he were boxing.

The axe gets swung in his direction, and Shockwave takes a step back, nearly hitting the wall behind him. The axe passes too close for comfort, and Shockwave retaliates with a right (obviously) hook. "Moderate speed. Moderate accuracy. Velocity of swing, matched with weight and heft of axe weapon, suggests high strength. Unpredictable strikes." Shockwave shakes his head, "I know this of Junkions already, Wreck-Gar. Show me something *new*."

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Punch attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

<Decepticon> Fusillade says, "Next time anyone does anything on Venus, Blot should referee it. Except he's illiterate."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Then order Hun-Grrr to provide him with semaphore flags!"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says this like it was sooo obvious.

Thrusting this way and that throughout the air, Backfire still has the mic in hand.. and he plans on using it! "What a lame weapon! Really, an axe? Jeez." he chides, pausing as Shockwave swings with a fist. "Now that's cool, good ole five finger death punc..." he trails as the one eyed Decepticon logic machine whiffs. "Come on Shockwave! I mean, yeah. Both of you, do your best or something."

Wreck-Gar's swing was a mighty one, but alas, he missed the target, which is saying something, given the size and general blocky-ness of his opponent. "In for a penny," he begins, rolling in with his failed swing, he does a somersault, over the Decepticon, dodging the right hook, but only just. That hand ends up between his arm and head, but mercifully, hitting only air. Once the somersault is complete, Wreck-Gar slides to his knees, and placing a hand on the ground, uses it to heft his entire body. One leg kicks out, trying to sweep the leg. Although unsaid, he replies to the mental thought, "No, Sensei!"

And who's that in the stands? Would that be Franklin Cross, EDC mena--er, commander? There's an entourage of EDC officers around him, all of them watching the fight. Most of them seem to be rooting for Wreck-Gar, but judging from Cross's dispassionate gaze, he could care less who wins.

Combat: Wreck-Gar misses Shockwave with his Sweep the Leg (Kick) attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Kick": A Level 2 MELEE attack.

"Somebody hit someone! Come on, Shockwave, calculate how to kick his ass!" yells Boomslang, disappointed so far at the relative lack of bloodsport.

Shockwave was testing Wreck-Gar. This whole exercise is to test Wreck-Gar. He knows they're strong, he knows they're relatively slow, but he does not know of an effective way to kill them. Nobody does! There's been frustratingly little experimentation on this most vital of subjects. Shockwave rapidly pulls back his fist, ready to defend against whatever Wreck-Gar is going to do next. As it turns out speed wasn't necessary, as Wreck-Gar is instead sliding to his knees, somersaulting, and then trying the solar system's most crazy leg sweep.

By that time, Shockwave has already activated his boot thrusters and taken off into the air. The Decepticon heads up and up... finally grabbing onto one of the huge lighting fixtures that line the upper section of the Coliseum. /Wrenching/ it off with his titanic strength, Shockwave sends the entire row of flood lights down on Wreck-Gar. Yes this is well within the rules.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Shining Some Light On The Subject (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

A cheer goes up from the Decepticon section!

"Holy smokes, did you see that folks??" Backfire chides in, still in his Arcee costume (though when did Arcee where a blonde wig?) from before. "After that -lame- leg sweep, Shockwave is bringing down the HOUSE on this Junkion!" Another long pause.

"I taught him that."

Contrail has arrived.

Wreck-Gar remarks, "That is the last time I take advice from a bronze medal winning gymnast," with emphasis on the bronze, after his sweep has less than the desired effect. When Shockwave rises to the ceiling, "Hey, no fair! Harvey! You will come down here this instant!" Wait, was that the right thing to say? Looking up, he sees flood lights coming crashing down around him. He looks at the growing circular shadow, forming around him, and then he catches an umbrella thrown to him by his coach. Unfurling it, he trusts that the umbrella will protect him. A moment later, Wreck-Gar is no more, replaced by a cloud of smoke, and bits of debris falling everywhere. Still underneath the debris, Wreck-Gar begins to patch himself up, using the 'projectile' to fix himself. Dusting himself off, he states emphatically, "Early to bed, early to rise, keeps you healthy, wealthy and wise."

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Scattershot has arrived.

"Quite fair," Shockwave replied before hurling down the light fixture. It has the result he wanted. Wreck-Gar is smashed and buried underneath it, but it doesn't take Shockwave long to see what's going on despite the smoke and debris. "Remarkable," he mutters more to himself than to anyone else. The Military Commander likely lets Wreck-Gar continue longer than he should have, permitting the Junkion time to patch himself back up. "Blunt force does little to deter your self-assembly mechanisms," Shockwave states, "This I already knew. But how about..."

Shockwave spies the heavy cables severed by the light fixtures being ripped off. "Electricity?" Grabbing onto one of the cables, Shockwave dives downward, holding the sparking end of it like a weapon. The cable length behind him snaps off the ceiling, sending a few more fixtures crashing to the ground. Hitting the ground hard, Shockwave thrusts the end of the cable into Wreck-Gar's face.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt! attack! [Pulled -3]

Combat: Drained 5 energon.

James Bailey has arrived.

"Wait, hey.. can they do that?" Backfire barks when the Junkion starts duct taping a toaster to his head. Pulling out his 'OLYMPICS MANUAL', the Seeker quickly skims a couple of sections titled 'Judge Ettiquette' and 'Formal Wear' and instead opens up the 'Rule' section.

"Oh crap, it is. Okay, FINE!" Backfire sulks, snapping the book shut.

Wreck-Gar looks up at Shockwave, who remains high above him. He may not be as overtly analytical as the Military Operations Commander, but he is capable of insight, such as when he turns to address the crowd. He holds up his left hand, covering part of his face, as if he's pretending to whisper. The other hand points up at his opponent, and he shouts out, "This is the guy behind the guy behind the guy." But then, he changes things up, "My spidey sense is tingling." Looking up, he is struck by the cable, but it seems to have little effect. "I love the smell of voltage in the evening!"

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

This room is a shuttle room. You can type '+destinations' to take an auxillary shuttle from here.

Shockwave holds the cable against Wreck-Gar for several moments, but the Junkion weathers it remarkably well. The lighting in the entire Coliseum, however, fizzles and briefly cuts out before the backup generators kick in. Shockwave glances up at the flickering, calculating how many volts are running through the Junkion's body. "Do you..." Shockwave replies. Pulling the cable away, he decides to try something else. Hovering just off the floor, Shockwave tosses the cable carelessly into the crashed light fixtures and other electrical equipment. There's a powerful spray of sparks before a flicker breaks out amongst the mess. "Fire, perhaps? Are you able to reassemble using melted components, Wreck-Gar?" Within seconds, the flames are roaring, and Shockwave kicks the blazing wreckage towards Wreck-Gar.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his How about a little fire Scarecrow? (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

"Guys? GUYS?" Backfire complains, knees shaking in fright when the lights go out temporarily.. then back to normal. "This is boring. Start HITTING MORE!" the Seeker calls out, as a kicked fireball of wreckage strikes the Junkion leader dude. Another long pause.

"I uhh.. didn't teach him that one."

James Bailey has left.

Wreck-Gar is fearless, or stupid. He's just been bashed, electrocuted, and kicked a burning pile of wreckage. Foolishly, Wreck-Gar picks it up. He's not doing too well with that, as his internal circuitry heats up. "Can't we all just get along?" He asks, giving Shockwave the AIBO optics. "'Cause I got knocked out forty times in a row. That, plus politics. You know, it's all politics." Dropping the wreckage, which he only now realises he was still holding, "Owe, hot, hot, HOT!" He then transforms, going in reverse, up until the point that he is pulling against the ropes, and then, he switches into forward, driving towards the now grounded Shockwave, wheel spikes extending as he does, "Fast as fast can be, you'll never catch me!"

Wreck-Gar transforms into his Motorcycle <Wreck-Gar> mode.

Combat: Motorcycle <Wreck-Gar> misses Shockwave with his Wheel Spikes attack!

Combat: Motorcycle <Wreck-Gar> (Wreck-Gar) used "Wheel Spikes": A Level 5 MELEE attack.

Shockwave stares at Wreck-Gar. His vision shows the Junkion as a wire-frame image, with green representing the undamaged sections and yellow or red as damaged. Text scrolls past his vision, displaying what damaged which part of the mech. He'll be watching to see how Wreck-Gar repairs himself later on and what parts remain damaged. For now, though, Shockwave is nearly caught off guard as his opponent transforms into motorcycle mode, backs up, and charges forward.

Shockwave dives unglamorous out of the way, tucking and rolling as the motorcycle blasts past. Rising back up, Shockwave bum rushes the cycle, trying to smash into it from the side using a thruster booted bodycheck. We'll see if Wreck-Gar's hypothesis is true.

Combat: Shockwave misses Motorcycle <Wreck-Gar> with his Bodycheck (Punch) attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

"Hahaha, look.. he turns from a crappy looking robot with LAME facial hair to an even crappier looking bicycle!" Backfire laughs, still floating in the air with his costume on. Long metallic wig spray painted yellow, matching pink pistols holstered on his hips, large stillettos, ribbons in his 'hair', and a long flowing pink cape. Don't ask.

He abruptly stops laughing when Shockwave misses though, thinking of the coming Galvatron punishment should Shockwave actually fall to Wreck-Gar.

Blades accelerates and leaves the orbit of Venus.

Blades has arrived.

Contrail has left.

Blades has left.

Contrail has arrived.

The Custom Motorcycle now sports a holographic driver, who wears a loud Hawaiian shirt, jeans, and a colourful helmet, with brown curly hair spilling out the back. Driving around the ring, he misses the Military Operations Commander, but also manages to avoid the bodycheck. "Your butt is wide, well mine is too, just watch your mouth, or I'll sit on you." And for added emphasis, the motorcycle tries to jump up into the air, giving a tire mark on Shockwave's face, before transforming, and giving him a big hug, "We love and respect you."

Motorcycle <Wreck-Gar> transforms into his Wreck-Gar mode.

Combat: Wreck-Gar strikes Shockwave with his Grab attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Grab": A Level 0 MELEE attack.

Combat: You took 0 damage.

Backfire says, "Gross.. Junkion cooties."

Slugfest looks up at Backfire. "Junkions has cooties?"

Boomslang says, "Shake him off! Come on, Shockwave, don't let him get his scraplets all over you!"

Shockwave swoops up into the air before touching back down after Wreck-Gar outruns him. "You cannot run forever, Wreck-Gar. This is a melee battle... you are going to have to approach me sooner or later... and when you do..." Shockwave raises his fist again, ready to fight. The motorcycle comes at him, and Shockwave grapples with him. The tire mark goes on his chest and lower 'chin', but that's the cost of wrestling with a Junkion. Fighting for control against Wreck-Gar, Shockwave tries to out-wrestle his opponent, but Wreck-Gar momentarily gets the upper hand! "Squandered opportunity," Shockwave retorts as he tries to bring his fist down on Wreck-Gar's head.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Hammerfist (Punch) attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

"TERRIBLE COOTIES!" Backfire roars in the mic to Slugfest, "If they bite you, you'll turn into one and have a crappy unicycle mode or something!" Backfire adds for theatrics, or because he believes it himself.

Probably the latter.

"And a lame beard!"

Wreck-Gar wraps his arms all the way around Shockwave, showing the not-so small Decepticon a tiny bit of emotion. "A hug is like a boomerang - you get it back right away." Feeling good about himself, Wreck-Gar lets go, deftly avoiding the blows of the perfectly logical Decepticon. Leaping down, he starts to walk away, whistling. He mimicks putting his hands into pockets, then suddenly takes a sidestep to the left, as he expected Shockwave to charge him. "Hey there, little fella, you okay?" Wreck-Gar hardly seems like he's in a fight for his life. It's almost as if he's playing with Shockwave.

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Shockwave watches Wreck-Gar go. A part of Shockwave is impressed at the Junkion. He's speedy, he's capable, and he's strong. He's still an idiot, though. "You are attempting to goad me into making mistakes. Such a strategy may work on other Decepticons, but not on me." Shockwave steps over to the edge of the ring, once more planning to use the arena to his advantage. Grabbing onto one of the posts that line it, Shockwave's fingers dig into the metal. With a tearing sound that fills the chamber, Shockwave lifts the entire thing up and storms after Wreck-Gar.

"My experiment has not concluded, Wreck-Gar, and you will note that you have failed to penetrate my armour yet. Are you attempting to make this into a battle of attribution? Do you believe I cannot overcome your self-assembly mechanisms?" Shockwave swings the entire wrestling post at Wreck-Gar. "That would be a mistaken hypothesis."

Combat: Shockwave sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Called Shot attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: Drained 8 energon.

"Yeah, strategies like that might work for IDIOT Decepticons!" Backfire cheers Shockwave on, oblivious that he is the 99% of that statement.. not the 1. "Maybe they should rebuild their city dude, Cinny Plexi-Glass or something. He -might- have a fair chance against Shockwave."

Wreck-Gar states curiously, "If knowing is half the battle, then what's the other half?" While he dwells on that, he takes no apparent notice of Shockwave, meandering towards the corner of the ring, every now and then taking a giant side step, or a leap, or a barrel roll. He may appear to have a death wish, but that doesn't mean he's going to make it easy. Wreck-Gar didn't see the wrestling post coming, and gets his bell rung good and proper. Falling down, on the mat, he asks, "Did anybody get the licence plate number of that bus?" Shaking his head, he struggles, grabbing the rope, and hefts himself up. As Backfire isn't counting, one of the Junkion's coaches begins to count in the background. Before the coach can get to ten, Wreck-Gar is up again. "I'm a winner, cause I believe in me!" That axe, where had it gone, suddenly reappears, and Wreck-Gar, doing a quick turn, swings the axe, trying to make a nice wedge into Shockwave's shoulder, before leaping up into the air, one hand going to Shockwave's head. While upside down, he does the splits, what's up with that, and pushes off, doing a somersault, twirling, knees tucked in, before he lands, rolling back towards the centre of the ring.

Combat: Wreck-Gar misses Shockwave with his Armor Axe attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Armor Axe": A Level 5 MELEE attack.

Combat: Shockwave compares his Strength to Wreck-Gar's Strength: Success!

Shockwave expends zero point zero zero three seconds considering Wreck-Gar's rhetorical question, and then another zero point zero one four seconds deciding that spending that first amount of time on this was, in fact, a waste of time. Shockwave advances on Wreck-Gar, testing the next hypothesis that repeated bludgeoning while refusing to let the Junkion recover may hold the answer to solving the self-assembly mechanism.

Thus, even as Gar is pulling himself up, Shockwave is already there, swinging the wrestling post again. The axe comes back, and it and Shockwave's makeshift weapon clash together, sending vibrations shooting through Shockwave's arm. Nevertheless, his swing had more strength behind it, and the axe is successfully and viciously parried away. This lets Shockwave get in the next strike, driving the post downward repeatedly against Wreck-Gar's head.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Savage Beating attack!

Combat: Drained 14 energon.

Slugfest ewwws and settles down, still watching the battle. "How is Junkion lasting so long?"

Looking somewhat disappointed in the proceedings, Backfire pulls back to a crowd seat and plops down next to Boomslang and Slugfest. "Wow, is it just me.. or does this put your servo in stasis? Booooooooooooooring. Less dodgey, more punchy."

Wreck-Gar spends three point one four point pound sign seven ampersand three two breens considering whether he likes Kirk, or Picard, but for once, he mercifully does not share his thoughts on the matter. There will be enough time for that after he messes up the place. Shockwave is powerful, and Wreck-Gar seems to be taking a beating, "But it keeps going, and going, and going." He thumbs the matt with every 'going'. Kicking up, he rolls over his head, and emerges on his feet. He strikes a heroic pose, as if he were going to fight, and then turns around, running along the ring's edge in a circular pattern, "If I told you the walls of my flat were actually moving in, would you think I was mad?"

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Boomslang gets to his feet with a few of the other seekers, cheering for Shockwave as he starts bludgeoning the Junkion into the mat! "Yes! Yes! Smelt the Junk! Keep it going!"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Shockwave repeatedly and ruthlessly slams the post downwards, smashing Wreck-Gar with all of his strength. The Junkion cannot withstand much more of this, Shockwave knows, and it may prove that Junkions are not as tough as they have been reputed to be. WHAM! WHAM! SQUISH! Squish? The post gets driven into the arena floor, crashing through and vanishing into whatever decks lay below the coliseum. Shockwave lets it go, standing upright in time to see Wreck-Gar roll away and get back up.

"Yes," Shockwave succinctly answers Gar. Unwilling to give Gar the chance to retaliate, Shockwave looks into the first row stands. "Move. Now." he commands one of the patrons sitting in front of him. The slug-like Kwarchan urghles and gets up, slithering away in time for Shockwave to grab the alien's seat and send it spinning towards Wreck-Gar like a tomahawk.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Or possibly a Frisbee (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Some of the EDC officers are standing up and yelling in outrage as Wreck-Gar starts to take a hellacious beating. General Cross taps one of those officers, a lieutenant, on the shoulder, brow raised. The lieutenant apologizes, sitting back down so Cross can have a clear view. Cross is mostly impressed by Shockwave's combat abilities. He feels a bit uneasy about having the cyclops coming after him, but at least he can catch a break during the Olympics.

Wreck-Gar has been taking a beatng, but he keeps on ticking. Looking down as the post is driven into, and through the mat, he exclaims, "Ooh, he's a bad puddy tat." But as interesting as that might have been, Shockwave's next move is "fascinating." He observes, leaning over as Shockwave grabs the row of alien seats, and sends it hurdling towards the Junkion. Wreck-Gar catches it, in his hands, very much like a martial artist catching a sword. "Awe, nuts, I already got me one of these." He begins taking pieces off of it, though they can't amount to more than a few nuts and bolts. Tossing the remnants back back towards the edge of the ring, so that his team of Junkions can recycle it, he makes use of the parts he 'borrowed'. "Something old, check. Something new, check. Something borrowed, check. Now, where can I get me something blue?"

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Rising up to his stilletto'd feet, Backfire takes to the air again.. but his pink cape gets caught in the stands and rips off. With mic in hand, this might be one occasion he's been caught speechless. "I'm not sure if I approve of all this wanton repairing, you're supposed to be FIGHTING!" he grates, soaring above the contestants.

Shockwave straightens up as Wreck-Gar /catches/ the makeshift tomahawk (or novelty flying disc) and uses it on himself. "That... was a standard coliseum seat.... low grade plastics, aluminum for the label plating, and steel for the spring. None of that is strong enough to keep a Transformer operational." Although he's had some success with just beating the living crap out of Wreck-Gar, Shockwave decides to try another method of hurting Gar in the hopes that some weakness will present itself.

Reaching down into the hole in the arena floor caused by his recent miss, Shockwave grabs a hot water pipe, twists it up, and tears it apart, sending scalding hot water in Wreck-Gar's direction. Shockwave knows the schematics of this place, having studied where he'd be fighting long before showing up.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his One more element and I can summon Captain Planet (Punch) attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

Junkions are resilient. Wreck-Gar explains, "One man's trash, is another man's treasure." And then, he does the unthinkable. He crosses his arms, and waits. What's he playing at? Then, he actually engages a television! Wreck-Gar's arm opens up, and a monitor appears. It looks like he's watching the Jim Carrey classic the Mask. Turning to Shockwave, he says, "I'm fed up with you, but I'm gonna cut you a break. One week to get out of town." Wreck-Gar returns to his program, only looking up when he feels water being sprayed in his direction. Closing the television, he begins to mimic lathering, rubbing under his armpits, over his chest, "I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain, what a glorious feelin', I'm happy again." He even gets out a ruby ducky? Where does he get all those wonderful toys?

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

It isn't long before the water pressure dies down, turning from a high powered spray into a pathetic little dribble. Shockwave straightens up as well. So much for hot water... Shockwave is *definitely* not going to do *that* again. Although frustrated by his opponent's unwillingness to /die/, Shockwave considers this all valuable experiments. The crowd, however, may be less than impressed by the lack of actual killing going on. Shockwave glances up at the audience, hearing their boos and cries, but seems content to ignore it. The reputation of the Empire is certainly not going to be won or loss here.

Deciding to go back to the one thing that's worked, Shockwave steps up to the Junkion as he's beginning his second wash/rince (you must always repeat if you want your hair to shine), swinging his hand left to right in a vicious backhanded smash. "Happy again, Wreck-Gar? I sincerely doubt that." Hit or miss, Shockwave is on Wreck-Gar again, swinging fist after fist at his opponent.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Punch attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

"Surprise, surprise folks.. the Junkion is stalling AGAIN." Backfire comments dryly, still hovering up in the air and still holding onto the torn shreds of his pink cape. "Shockwave's trying to UP the tempo, but that burnt out toaster oven seems to evade him. I wish he'd try blocking the punches with his FACE!"

Slugfest hops up trying to grab onto one half of the ripped cape!

Wreck-Gar continues to lather himself up, holding his rubber ducky, ~Oh, rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time, lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awefully fond of you, bobobodeo.~ Wreck-Gar wasn't even paying attention until Shockwave was literally standing right in front of him. Jumping back, he puts out his hand, "Talk to the hand, 'cause the face ain't listening." Then, he moonwalks away, "Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl who claims that I am the one, but the kid is not my son." He then does the splits, lowering down, and strikes his hound out in a punch, just like Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat.

Combat: Wreck-Gar strikes Shockwave with his Split Punch (Punch) attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Punch": A Level 1 MELEE attack.

Combat: You took 5 damage.

Shockwave takes the hit in the gut, but it doesn't slow him down. If anything, the Decepticon is pleased that finally the Junkion is starting to take the battle seriously by successfully retaliating. With Wreck-Gar still in close quarters, Shockwave is able to keep up the pressure by swiftly bringing up his knee into Wreck-Gar's suddenly very conveniently positioned face. "Tell me, Wreck-Gar: are your random culture-based comments an act or are you truly this delusional?"

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Knee to the face (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

"Wait, did they both just hit eachother!" Backfire cheers for activity, before having half his pink cape tugged on. "Dude, back off.. I'm in the middle of SERIOUS JUDGING BUSINESS!!" he yells at Slugfest.

"Want cape when done wif!" Slugfest says, settling back down and staring up at Backfire.

Wreck-Gar will surely fascinate Shockwave with this, but as debris literally falls off of him, armour, bits and pieces of his internal workings, he picks it all back up, and begins putting it back, except he puts the pieces in different places, somehow repairing himself with the damaged components, and whatever may be lying on the mat after all the smashing of the seats, the cables, and the flood lights. "That green-blooded son of a bitch! Nothing like an old curse to add a bob or two to the price."

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Shockwave has little choice but to continue laying waste to Wreck-Gar, hoping that he can hurt the Junkion faster than he can fix himself. If nothing else then eventually Wreck-Gar will run out of material... as soon as he's cannibalized the entire Swordfish, that is. The Military Commander brings both arms down on Wreck-Gar, driving to drive him into the arena floor with repeated blows.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Punch attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

Backfire rolls his optics, "Well, that was shortlived folks! Wreck-Gar is back to playing with himself and pieces, Shockwave in the meantime pushes his advantage and HITS BIIIIIIIIIG!"

Ravage steps up behind Backfire while he was judging, although it looks more like announcing more than anything. He settles to watch the match, wanting Shockwave to win, of course.

Wreck-Gar isn't enjoying this as much he appears to. Leaping back, he climbs up onto the ropes, "That's a cute outfit. Did Galvatron give it to you?" Then, he leaps, showing some impressive aerial ability for a non-flier, except that his servos seem to fail him, and he falls, hitting the ground, only to be struck by the Military Operations Commander once again. He whines, complaining "Owe, I think I may have whiplash!" He rubs his neck, even though he didn't injure it, or and it was never hit. One of the Junkions in the crowd shouts, "Book him for simulation!"

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

"Put'm down, Shockwave!" yells a seeker.

Shockwave doesn't respond to Wreck-Gar verbally. Once the Junkion is down, the Military Commander grabs the back of Wreck-Gar's apparently injured neck and lifts him up off the ground. Firing his boot thrusters, Shockwave does the exact opposite of what the mysterious Seeker suggests. Flying upwards, Shockwave takes Wreck-Gar into the middle of the arena, hovering. The idea is simple: Hopefully Wreck-Gar won't have materials to repair himself with if he isn't on the ground. Bringing his leg up, Shockwave tries to knee Wreck-Gar again in the mid section.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Vicious knee attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: Drained 8 energon.

Wreck-Gar is hefted up by the larger Decepticon, looking optics to optic with him. "Now listen, chubby. You got just five more minutes to let me go. Got it?" Looking down as he flies with the Decepticon, he outstretches his arms, "Look, Wendy I can fly!" Now, hovering at the top of the arena, Wreck-Gar dodges the knee, and, is he serious, he begins to try and dismantle Shockwave, taking the Decepticon parts for his own! Say what you will about him, but he's certainly got a pair of brass bearings.

Combat: Wreck-Gar strikes Shockwave with his Replacement Parts Harvesting (Punch) attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Punch": A Level 1 MELEE attack.

Combat: You took 4 damage.

Shockwave and Wreck-Gar are engaged in mid-air hand-to-hand combat. Shockwave unfortunately is at a disadvantage, with Wreck-Gar having both hands free while Shockwave's lone one is being forced to keep him aloft. When it becomes clear that Wreck-Gar is just going to tear pieces off of himself in order to fix himself, Shockwave has no choice but to let go, hurling the Junkion upwards into the ceiling with the bright lights and other electrical cables. After that... it's still a long fall back down to the floor.

Combat: Shockwave sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Throw attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: Drained 8 energon.

By now the EDC officers have settled down. Every now and then one goes off to get drinks or food, or use the restroom. Cross, in the meantime, takes some notes. If someone who hopelessly outmatches you is hunting you, you may as well strive for every advantage you can!

Wreck-Gar is a helpful sort. As Shockwave takes him up to the ceiling, Wreck-Gar grabs an electrical cable, and yells like Tarzan. Unfortunately, he's still wet from the earlier splash attack, and there is still power coursing through that cable. Getting a jolt, Wreck-Gar sizzles and smokes. He lets go of the cable, and begins to fall, but not before he fashions for himself some kind of a parachute made from some of the parts he stole from Shockwave. Once on the ground again, he reassembles the parachute back into his form. "We check in, but we don't check out."

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

The moment after Wreck-Gar gets fried and falls from the ceiling, Shockwave dives down after him, feet first. The Junkion hits the deck first and begins patching himself up, but unless he moves swiftly Shockwave is going to stomp down on him, Super Mario style. The crowd, meanwhile, is starting to boo at this endless stalemate that Shockwave and Wreck-Gar have found themselves in. Neither of them seem too interested in giving up their advantage for the sake of pleasing a crowd, though.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Stomp attack!

Combat: Drained 14 energon.

Wreck-Gar makes a minor step, out of the way, leaving the hole that Shockwave had made earlier when he put the post through it. Of course, the hole has gotten wider during this battle, and Shockwave's weight, combined with his momentum, may be just enough to send him crashing through. And if that's not enough, Wreck-Gar leaps up, trying to land on Shockwave's head, to give him that final nudge.

Combat: Wreck-Gar misses Shockwave with his One last shove (Punch) attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Punch": A Level 1 MELEE attack.

Backfire has actually fallen asleep, while hovering in mid-air. It's probably one of his better skills, actually. "No, Ramjet you're the Seeker.. haha, oh you." he mutters from his rest cycle, awakened by the sudden comotion.

"ACK!" he yelps, before realizing where he is and what he's doing. "Oh, right. AHEM." mic still in hand, which may or may not have announced his babble earlier. "You guys still fighting? I mean, of course I've been watching the whole time to make sure it's FAIR and PUNCHY enough. Which it hasn't, but yeah."

Amber MacKenzie has been making sure that she's among a large number of aliens about her own size. In fact, she's made friends with a lot of them with the help of a very expensive local translater (AKA, an alien language/English dictionary) she bought at a concession stand. They do their equivalent at laughing at her accent, her grammar, and her substitution of wrong words in what she tries to say, but it's all in good fun. She gets the giggles when they try to speak English.

Occasionally, Amber will do a short interview with someone who speaks better English than most, and occasionally, she takes footage of the combat as well. Other than that, she seems uninterested in the combat.

Shockwave slams into the deck, sending chips of the arena's floorboards flying every which way. Wreck-Gar has moved, but not far enough. Shockwave looks up as Wreck-Gar leaps towards him, but turnabout is fair play and this time it's Shockwave's turn to sidestep it. Once Wreck-Gar has landed, however, Shockwave sends his fist careening towards the Junkion's head.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Punch attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

Wreck-Gar looks up to address Backfire, "Hey dad, hey dad, did you see. I almost got 'em." It's not good for a judge to fall asleep during a match, even if it is one destined for a stalemate. Wreck-Gar catches Shockwave's hand, and holds on for dear life, being flung in some unknown direction, but it's a safe landing, thanks to his nifty, handy, dandy, Shockwave 2000 personal parachute system. "Ahem. Right. Sure. But first, I'd like to say a few words about... about habeus corpus. Yeah, habeus corpus! And ipso... facto!" What is he rabbiting on about, even the Junkions seem confused!

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Backfire has fallen asleep again.

Shockwave reaches down and grabs a chunk of of the deck as Wreck-Gar sails away from him. He knows that Wreck-Gar is just going to use this to repair himself, but at this point Shockwave suspects there's nothing that can truly stop him from this. Inwardly, the Decepticon pours through the rulebook to see if this is technically cheating, but the answer is 'no'.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his The pitch (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Fortress Maximus goes home.

Fortress Maximus has left.

Wreck-Gar, as if reading Shockwave's mind, suggests, "Behold, my hand crafted glory! The technological world can bite my splintery, wooden ass!" and he starts to make use of the wood. Is there nothing he can't make use of? Sensing that the crowd is beginning to filter out, Wreck-Gar begins to Hopak, or Cossack Dance, tumbling, rolling, and of course, folding his arms as he lowers his butt and kicks out one leg at a time, shouting "Hey" a few times.

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Shockwave gives Wreck-Gar a weary look. The Junkion can be proud that he's made someone like Shockwave weary, but it's happened. Still, although he's been fighting for a very long time so far, Shockwave is still relatively undamaged. Charging towards the dancing Ruskie, Shockwave lowers his gun arm's shoulder in an attempt to knock Wreck-Gar into the energized forcefields that protect the audience from things like this. "Will you yield, Junkion?" Shockwave demands.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Charge (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

"Who would have thought in this battle of logic versus insanity that everyone.." Backfire trails, looking around, "Would leave? Crap, I hope this doesn't affect my pay!"

Meanwhile in the Aerospace Section, Boomslang waves a little purple flag for Shockwave, having sat back down with his chin propped up in his hand. Ramjet is apparently asleep on his shoulder and is making a kind of turbine-revving snoring noise.

Boomslang shoves Ramjet but to no avail. He resumes waving the flag.

Wreck-Gar is sent flying, "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Junkman!" He hits the electrified force field, getting a charge from it, which is good, but burning out a few internal components, which is bad. Hitting the floor, a hand on it to support him, he looks up, as he rises, gritting his teeth, "Genua nemini pono." While Shockwave might not understand it, Amber's translator will explain that Wreck-Gar said in Latin that he yields, well, kneels, before no man. "You cannot kill me, you can only beat me. Do you yield?" Wow, was that logic, from a Junkion?

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Ravage lays down next to Backfire to continue to watch the show, waiting for the killing to happen anytime soon. Or anything than this stalemate.

Slugfest is sitting next to Backfire on the other side, and seems to have found a vuvuzela! He blows into it, trying to grip the long instrument in his stubby forelegs.


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Shockwave understands Latin, apparently, because he doesn't relent against Wreck-Gar. He rockets over to the Junkion even as he's getting back up, planning to drop an elbow on him to smash Wreck-Gar's face back down into the floor. "Killing is against the rules. Beating you will suffice." WHAM! That was either the back of Wreck-Gar's head or Shockwave's elbow making a new hole in the deck. "Either way, Wreck-Gar, your death will have to wait until after the Olympics."

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his The elbow (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Backfire stirs awake, finding himself a literal cassette recliner! "Off me you insepid creatures!" he barks, rising back to the air again. This fight is still going on, burning the midnight oil. "Come on Shockwave, bring this one home!" he calls out, not caring about keeping up some neutral act. He'll disqualify Shox for using a cannon or something, hell.. he'll probably get Galvcannoned for it too!

Amber MacKenzie's translation device only works on other galactic species, not the Earthly ones. However, she did take Latin in high school, and if she were paying more attention, she could've taken a stab at translating it, but... she's busy commiserating with a couple of pink-skinned, pink-haired, pink-eyed Chickadorian ladies about the prices on this ship.

Wreck-Gar asks as he leaps back, out of the way of the first attack, "Is this the real life?" Continuing to dodge and evade, he asks, "Is this just fantasy?" Getting hit, with a WHAM!, he staggers back, but says, "caught in a landslide, no escape from reality." He's leaking some energon, but unlike Autobots or Decepticons, he manages to attach some kind of a pipe, so that he's drinking it back into another hole. It's highly efficient, but not for the faint of heart. "Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see," he's picking up debris as he dances around the ring, reattaching and fixing damage as he does so, "I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low. Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to . . . me, to me."

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Ravage bites at a bit of pink cape, pulling on it, before settling back down to watch this match. Again.

"How long can you continue this, Wreck-Gar?" Shockwave asks, unsure of whether the question is rhetorical or not. "If I keep-" WHAM! "-hitting you-" WHAM! "-Surely there is a finite-" WHAM! "-number of times-" WHAM! "-You can undo the damage." Shockwave continues his relentless assault, throwing punches with one hand and elbow smashes with the other, trying to drive Wreck-Gar back and keep the Junkion off balance. Hopefully those whams were Shockwave hitting and not Wreck-Gar blocking.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Relentless assault (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Slugfest keeps blowing into the Vuvuzela this whole time!

Boomslang shoves Ramjet, thinking the vuvuzela is some kind of robo-snoring, but nope, it just keeps going.

Wreck-Gar answers Shockwave's questions with a question, "How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" Wreck-Gar evades, dodges, and otherwise gets out of the way. When no answer is forthcoming, Wreck-Gar answers it himself, "As many as want to." When will Shockwave may see the futility of his endeavor? Wreck-Gar can just keep on repairing himself, and he's not about to run out of spare parts, as Shockwave continues to make them for him! As he blocks and confuses matters, Wreck-Gar makes Shockwave hit a wall, a floor, or some other form of debris a few times. "The pavement was his enemy."

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Shockwave ignores the question about his question. Shockwave presses against Wreck-Gar, throwing everything he has against the mech, but Wreck-Gar just... won't... die! The Decepticon pulls his fist out of the arena wall from where his arm had gone in past his elbow. Bits of metal and concrete falls to the ground at his feet. Shockwave pauses momentarily to catch his robotic breath, but then sprints after Wreck-Gar, looking to grab him by the arm and flail him about, smashing him repeatedly on the ground a la Bam-Bam from The Flintstones.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Junk-Flail (Kick) attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Wreck-Gar is on the ropes, and Shockwave knows it, both literally, and figuratively. Like Rocky, he takes a pounding, but he doesn't go down. So maybe there is some method to his madness. He jabs, offering a short punch, but it's designed to distract, not to damage, just to get him out of that little spot. Being rocked, smashed, he might as well be a Raggedy Ann doll. "Owie, owie, owie, you gave me a booboo, Bam-Bam."

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

"You can end this, Wreck-Gar," Shockwave presses, both verbally and physically. "Simply yield and admit defeat. You have proven yourself adaptable to numerous forms of assault and still been able to recover from it." All but brute force at least. Shockwave also can't discount several forms of radiation, but he doesn't have access to that right now. Sure the ref is sleeping, but he knows someone in the stands (Cross, maybe) would object to him cannoning the Junkion leader. Not even trying to avoid the cheap jab to the chest, Shockwave brings his hand around in a vicious backhanded slap designed to put Wreck-Gar down again.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Backhanded Slap (Punch) attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

Wreck-Gar responds, "Only you can prevent wildfires." He won't admit defeat, or yield. In fact, he's smiling, the damn Junkion is actually enjoying this. Before the match, he was all shiny and new, but now, he looks like a Junkion. He even has some purple components, 'borrowed' from Shockwave. Wreck-Gar geos down when he's hit with the backhand, but the he transforms, driving through Shockwave's legs, only to transform back into his robot mode behind, where he punches, working the kidneys, if Shockwave had kidneys.

Combat: Wreck-Gar strikes Shockwave with his Punch attack!

Combat: Wreck-Gar (Wreck-Gar) used "Punch": A Level 1 MELEE attack.

Combat: You took 5 damage.

Slugfest gasps, stopping blowing for a second. Then he starts blowing again!

Ravage finally couldn't take anymore, he knocked the vuvuzela away, watching it skid away.

Ravage's rank/title is 1/. Division: Intelligence.

Shockwave raises his foot, planning to stomp Wreck-Gar's chest while he's down, but the Junkion outfoxes him by transforming into motorcycle mode and zipping through his wide open legs. Shockwave turns, but isn't fast enough. He receives a hard shot to the gut, and the Decepticon grunts accordingly. He definitely felt that. "I know full well what you are trying to do, but you cannot win a battle of attribution against me." Shockwave whirls around, raising his leg as he does so to kick Wreck-Gar in the mid-section.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Kick attack!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Franklin Cross honestly wouldn't care at this point and would call it a mercy. He doesn't understand what value the Junkion sees in just barely hanging on as his body slowly but surely withers away under a hail of punches and kicks. Maybe it's stubbornness. Maybe it's stupidity. Maybe it's both.

As time goes on, some of the other officers ask to be excused, Cross nodding generously. Eventually he's all by himself, a Colonel being the last one to go, apologizing before he departs. And yet Cross doesn't leave yet. Maybe he sees this as too great an opportunity to study an enemy. Indeed, he realizes Shockwave is highly adaptable to whatever tactics his enemy tries. He compensated for Wreck-Gar's constant self-repairs simply by patiently beating him down, causing internal damage that Wreck-Gar can't completely fix. He's impressed. But he's also alone. A lot of the crowd has left, too. In fact, a lot of people have left the stands. That's how he's able to spot Amber MacKenzie. Oh, God, the vigilante. Well, that's the best company he has for the moment.

Soon Cross is sitting down next to Amber. "Interesting, isn't it? This fight is actually quite the metaphor. A long, grinding battle, one side trying desperately just to stay alive while the other patiently wears them down over time. But ultimately..." He looks pointedly at Shockwave. "...only one of them has a chance to win."

Slugfest has retrieved the vuvuzela after Ravage knocked it away. "Am trying to annoy autubot so will lose!"

Reaching up into the air, Wreck-Gar catches the Vuvuzela that Ravage had batted away from Slugfest's feet. He immediately begins examining it, and blows out of it, directly into Shockwave's audio receptor, not that it will do anything. "I have not yet begun to fight!" He exclaims, and it's a shame too, as he's getting his aft handed to him. He takes more of a beating, but keeps on ticking, and repairing, and whatever else it takes to survive.

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

"That is not an Autobot, it is a Junkion." Ravage corrects Slugfest. "And the only one you are annoying is me."

Slugfest aws. "Junkion almost same as Autobot!" he says, settling down and tucking his feet under him again.

Slugfest peers at Ravage, "getted cape?"

"I realize," Shockwave replies. Smacking the vuvuzela away with a callous swipe of his gun arm, Shockwave continues to pound Wreck-Gar, driving him into the ground repeatedly. It is a vicious display, as metal crashes against metal with one robot just wailing away on the other without mercy.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Vicious Thrashing attack! [Pulled -3]

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Combat: Drained 5 energon.

Amber MacKenzie was actually having a pretty good time with her friends, but alas, most of them have wandered off as well. She was just saying mydkyd to one of them when she's joined by... *him*. The root of all evil. The Fiend himself. The Moustache of Evil. Nah, it's just Cross. Despite her mental bravado, she's afraid, and it shows in the tensing of her body. "Good evening, General," she says evenly. "I think you're a bit off, though. Both sides are fighting to win, not just to survive. And since it's against one of the Decepticons' strongest fighters, it's impressive. I just hope our fighters have the same will to win on the battlefield, sir."

Ravage peers for Backfire and that lurid cape. "I thought I did. Did he fall asleep, again?"

Backfire is in the air, impatiently tapping a foot.. though it's not hitting anything. "And to think I bought RIGHTS to the DVD of this fight!" he fumes, "Well, maybe we can market it in some other NEFARIOUS fashion."

Slugfest reaches up with a little front foot to point at the airborne Backfire. "if him sleeps, him are sleep hovering. and sleep-talking."

Wreck-Gar tries to put some distance between them, but there's not much time to manoeuvre in the cramped confines of the ring. He's even beginning to feel claustrophobic. He's getting pounded, badly, but he does not give up, or give in. "When danger approaches, sing to it" and so he does, ~Now I know how to get down on the floor,~ he repairs a detached wrist, ~experience the moves you can't ignore,~ he dodges, evades, bobs and weaves, ~but something 'bout this beat that's got me hooked,~ and if it hasn't something better, ~come over here and take a closer look.~

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Ravage swipes at Backfire's cape, trying to amuse himself by annoying the Seeker immensely.

Shockwave manages to stick with Wreck-Gar, even as he tries to hobble away to freedom. The Decepticon uses his boot thrusters to keep pace, "Tell me, Wreck-Gar: what is it you are trying to accomplish here? Tire me out? Prove that you are able to survive against me for an extended period of time? Demonstrate that you are too stupid to yield despite it being a perfectly viable option?" Shockwave grabs for the wrist that Wreck-Gar just reattached, trying to tear it off so he can throw it into the energized forcefield.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Rip And Tear (Kick) attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Franklin Cross shakes his head. "No, you're wrong, Ms. MacKenzie, though the reasons why the Autobots can't win are different from why Wreck-Gar can't win. Wreck-Gar's overmatched, but the problem with the Autobots is that, despite having formidable warriors to counter the Decepticons and greater numbers--by our estimates--the Autobots simply don't have that... will to win, as you put it. Indeed, their programming limits them, cripples them. Leaves them defenseless."

He watches the fight some more, then turns his head towards Amber. "The Autobots can't win this war, Ms. MacKenzie, only draw it out. The only way there's going to be a victor is if the human race can be the deciding factor against the Decepticons. But we have to be *united* to do that, commit ourselves to it completely. Not half-heartedly, worrying about the Assembly of Worlds wagging its finger at us when they wouldn't do more than that anyway." Another pause as he watches the fight. "Try to understand my perspective on this. My methods aren't evil. They're necessary."

Wreck-Gar is really starting to struggle. There are bits and pieces of Junkion everywhere. Wreck-Gar continues to fight, well, survive, anyway. Shockwave is bigger, faster, and a hell of a lot meaner. He speaks, slowly, his voice hoarse, damaged, gravelly, like the rest of him, "You know, I was thinking about what you said, 'the preeminent truth of our age is that you cannot fight the system,' heh," he coughs up some energon, "but if you say, the truth is fluid, the truth is subjective, then maybe you can fight the system, as long as just one person refuses to be broken, refuses to bow down."

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Well, she wasn't expecting this to happen so soon. Amber takes a deep breath and marshalls her thoughts. "You're talking about the killer instinct, aren't you." That was a statement, not a question. "And I imagine that not all of them have it. Certainly not all human beings can kill easily. From what I've heard of their history, they were forced into warfare in self defense. Slowly, they learned to be warriors, taught by their enemies themselves. There are some that have no problems killing the enemy. There are others who hesitate."

Amber turns in her chair to look at the man. "Just like us, sir. I don't know... you may be right in blaming that for their inability to win, but I prefer to think that they're too equally matched, and that means a long, long war." She shrugs now. "I also agree that we may be the deciding factor in all this, but I disagree with your methodology. I've killed Decepticons, too. I may kill more in this crazy war, and I wouldn't hesitate should the occasion arise. However, I draw the line at torture and experimentation. Not for the Decepticons' sake, but for ours. Please, General Cross. Please reconsider."

Shockwave grunts as he flings the hand away. Although relatively undamaged, Shockwave is showing signs of slowing down. He's been fighting this Junkion for what seems like hours, and even he cannot keep up this fast pased activity forever. Shockwave has little choice but to pause ever so slightly. Wreck-Gar might not notice it, and most of the audience might not notice it, but to the keen observer it's clear that Shockwave is tiring. Summoning what's left of his strength, Shockwave gives Wreck-Gar another swift kick to the gut, hoping that his what will finally put Wreck-Gar down.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Kick attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Wreck-Gar, feeling his second wind coming, or is that his sixth, blocks the kicks, and helps himself to some more of Shockwave's parts. He kicks up some kind of a cyclinder from the floor, adding it to himself. "That's bee-YOU-tee-ful, what is that, velvet?" Moving, creating a little personal space, he says as energon drips from his moustache, "I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me, but because of the path that lies behind me." He blocks another shot, "No dice, soldier."

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Nine times, by Shockwave's count. If a robot like Shockwave could ever feel frustration, it would be now. The Junkion again begins putting himself back together, this time with a cylinder he got from who-knows-where. The Decepticon takes several steps back, holding onto the ropes with his hand while glaring at Wreck-Gar. This might be the Junkion's chance to turn it all around!

Combat: Shockwave takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Combat: Regained 20 energon.

Franklin Cross shakes his head. "No." His eyes narrow at the fight. "What do you think Earth will look like after a million years of war, Ms. MacKenzie? Not so good, I think. You know what the definition of insanity is, don't you? You keep doing something, over and over, expecting a different result every time. You may not think so, but *I* am not insane. I will not use the same failed methods that the Autobots have."

Wreck-Gar stands there, in all his junkion glory, looking worse for wear, but still functional. He reaches into his hip compartment, pulling out a small cylindrical object, which he places between his teeth. He covers it with his hand, as a flame emerges from some device. Puffing on his cobalt cigar, he blows smoke in the general direction of Shockwave. "Are you ready for round two?"

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

"What methods were you planning on using, General?" Scattershot. For a giant robot, he can be quiet when he wants to be. He offers his flask. "Beverage?" This probably isn't going to go well. First Aid's no where to be found, so this is a decent substitute. Right?

Shockwave doesn't even answer the question. Yes, it's one of the few things Wreck-Gar has said so far that Shockwave could possibly respond to, but no. The Cybertronian Commander must focus his energon on more important matters. Pushing himself away from the ropes, Shockwave approaches Wreck-Gar again with renewed energy and determination to finish this. Approaching quickly, Shockwave lays into Wreck-Gar with both arms, swinging first with a fist, following up with an elbow smash.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Punch and Elbow attack! [Pulled -3]

Combat: Drained 5 energon.

Amber MacKenzie points out, rather gently, "They're the same methods we use on Earth, sir. No matter how evil they were, the Nazi war criminals weren't treated the same as their victims. However bad it looks now... the Decepticons have *nothing* to teach humanity about evil done to ourselves." And then Scattershot speaks up... sneaky guy that he is. "Hullo, Scattershot," she greets him.

Wreck-Gar looks at Shockwave, genuinely curious how this will end. He catches a fist, softening its moment, moves out of the way of the elbow, and says, "You've got red on you," referring to some flecks of Wreck-Gar's paint that got on Shockwave at some point during this fight. Shaking his index finger at the larger Decepticon, he remarks, "Those who are tardy do not get fruit cup." And then, as he starts to bounce on his toes, jabbing the air, shadow boxing, he shouts, "GOONIES NEVER SAY DIE!"

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Combat: Wreck-Gar is size 7, the same as you.

Shockwave has noticed the red flakes of paint long before now. He, his opponent, and the arena is a mess, but Shockwave has no problem with this. The only thing he has a problem with is the wiseass Junkion in front of him. "Nor do Decepticons," Shockwave counters, even though this is a pretty blatant lie. Shockwave tries to grab Wreck-Gar and lift him up high into the air. If successful, he'll soar upwards to the ceiling for an upside-down piledriver. The arena's forcefield shimmer in protest of this treatment.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Upside Down Piledriver attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: Drained 8 energon.

Franklin Cross glances behind himself at Scattershot. "Whatever methods are necessary, but largely we plan on overcoming the Decepticons' technological advantage, expelling them from the Earth, then pursuing them, relentlessly, wherever they take shelter and eliminating them one by one." He watches the fight some more. "Hm. Well, it's not about whether they're more or less evil than whatever historical enemy you may think of. It's about destroying a threat. It is that simple."

Somewhere far away, First Aid is working on the designs for the EDC's newest base when he suddenly perks up. "Ethics Discussion Senses tingling... I am needed." He rushes off to Metroplex's shuttlepad.

Wreck-Gar intones, "Shockwave, maybe you're the plucky comic relief?" He winces, "Okay, okay, easy there, fella." He rotates his arm, feeling a burn in his rotator cuff. Leaping up, he tries to clear enough distance to catch one of the many cables that Shockwave has knocked down. He succeeds, and climbs it, until he reaches part of the ceiling that Shockwave hasn't destroyed yet. He begins cannibalising it, even as he wraps his legs through it, and hangs upside down, "Red rover, red rover, send Shockwave over!"

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Scattershot regards Cross for a moment, lighting a cigar and relaxing into his seat. "Funny. You sound a lot like me in most meetings. Ah feel like you and me could get along pretty well...shame Ah don't trust you for scrap." He leans forward. "Ah think what you want is us off yer planet. And hell, Ah really can't blame you."

James Bailey arrives from the The Swordfish - Casino.

James Bailey has arrived.

The Technobot flashes a smile at Amber, offering a very large hand to shake.

Franklin Cross raises a brow at Scattershot. "That's fine." Because he knows that the Autobots, even if they don't trust him, will work with him anyway because their programming demands it. "Hm. Don't think I can drink... robot whiskey?... Besides, I've got my service uniform on. It would look bad if I got drunk with it on."

Amber MacKenzie shakes her head. "Regardless of whether or not it's 'all your fault', we still need you. And in my less than educated opinion, the Decepticons might have found their way here anyway. We certain broadcast enough to get heard all the way to Junkions." Er, Amber will have to shake part of a finger instead. Scattershot is a big guy.

James Bailey makes his way into the Coliseum, peering briefly onto the stadium floor to see if anything is happening there before makes his way around a walkway in the seats ringing the arena.

Shockwave slams Wreck-Gar into the ceiling, but the Junkion snags one of the cables and begins absorbing it into himself. You better hope the Olympic Committee doesn't want you to pay for those, bucko. Although unaware of the meaning behind Wreck-Gar's taunts, Shockwave follows the command by ramming Wreck-Gar with his shoulder, threatening to breach a hole in the dorsal section of the Swordfish. If that happens, Shockwave may try to win just by throwing Wreck-Gar into the sun.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Taking This Outside (Kick) attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Backfire is still hanging up in the air, contemplating the marketing value of the fight's DVD. "We could force hoomans to watch it, oh wait.. they'd like the pop culture references. We could force the Junkions to watch it, oh wait.. they'd cheer for Wreck-Gar. We could force the Autobots to watch it, oh wait.. they'd autotune it out." he thinks aloud, making note of the fight. But then..

FLASH BULB!

Flying over to Cross and the others, he regards the human General with a sneer.. still in Arcee cosplay attire no less. "Hooman Cross, can I interest you and your EDC troops in some *FREE* DVDs??"

Maybe if Cross watches them, he'll just kill the Junkions.

The Swordfish was designed to withstand even the strongest Decepticon attack, at least their melee ones anyway. The wall takes on a bit of a dent, but the internal armour holds, leaving the guts, and the exterior, intact. Wreck-Gar asks, "I'm a little tea pot, short and stoooout . . ." He shakes his head, feeling dizzy. "You forgot the third rule in a crisis situation . . ."

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Scattershot gives Backfire a sour look when he crashes the conversation. He stands, and tosses Cross a salute. "Whatever you're getting ready to shoot at the Decepticons..." He looks Backfire over with a scowl. "Shoot it soon." He gives Amber a nod. "Evenin, MacKenzie."

Slugfest stays seated, staring at the combat. "When this be over? When Shockwave win? We there yet?"


 * I'm a little tea pot* WHAM! Shockwave, holding onto Wreck-Gar's chest by virtue of his fingers digging into the Junkion's battered and haphazard armour, smashes him against the ceiling. *Short and stoooout* WHAM! Shockwave smashes him against it again. The ceiling cracks, and little bits of metal come falling down. The forcefields that keep the combatants inside protest the action, flaring up brilliantly. *You forgot* WHAM WHAM! *the third rule in* WHAM WHAM WHAM! *a crisis situation* WHAM!

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Wham is the general gist that I'm trying to get across (Kick) attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Combat: Drained 2 energon.

Wreck-Gar has so many holes, he could take a job advertising for swiss cheese, and he would have to, if it weren't for those meddling cassettes. His body rocks back and fourth, being struck by the forcefield, or Shockwave's gun barrel. It makes a surprisingly good club. One optic hangs out, and Wreck-Gar pops it back in, "Buff this!" And he deeks left, before going right, trying to give himself time to patch himself back together some more. "Had . . . had enough yet, Decepticon?"

"We are comrades now!" Backfire swings an arm around Scattershot, the pink tattered cape kinda folds over the Technobot's chest. "Well, for three weeks at least."

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Amber MacKenzie muses to herself that Cross has a harder head than Hardhead. "We'll have to agree to disagree, sir. Torturing and experimenting upon sapient beings is a bad habit to get into, and a hard one to get out of. I certainly don't admire the Decepticons for indulging in it."

Shockwave lets Wreck-Gar go, floating back down to the ground. How Gar gets back down is his problem. Upon touching the floorboards (and that term is used loosely given how nothing original remains), Shockwave glares at Wreck-Gar. As if to answer his question, he opens up a Decepticon radio frequency and says out loud, "Shockwave to Buzzkill. Clear my schedule for the next forty-eight astrohours."

Combat: Shockwave takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Combat: Regained 20 energon.

Scattershot smiles at Backfire. And then wraps a hand around his throat. "In three weeks, Ah'll rip out your laser core and let Groove use it as a damn hacky sack. Don't ever touch me again, Seeker."

Franklin Cross gives the Decepticon a skeptical. It could be a trick, maybe an attempt to slip a trojan into an EDC computer, but knowing this guy, it could be a genuine offer. "Hm. And what's on this CD?" Scattershot salutes him. Why do they keep doing that?! But he returns the salute anyway, not responding to his remark. But he does respond to Amber. "On the contrary, you'd be surprised at the power humans have of mentally partioning different categories. For instance, we deem it acceptable to harvest animals for their flesh but not each other. Why can't it be the same way with marauding robots? Be good unto humans, yes, but the robots with purple faces on their chests? No, not them."

James Bailey inevitably makes his way over to the other humans in the stands, giving Cross a brief salute, Scattershot a bemused look and Amber a casual nod. "Is this the best place to have this kind of discussion?" He runs his eyes over some of the nearby Transformers. "It feels kind of like airing our race's collective dirty laundry in public."

"Gah!" Backfire chokes out, struggling against Scattershot's grip. Breaking free, he gives Franklin Cross a smile. "Oh that? That's just a Cybertronian mating ritual, pay it no mind." he comments on the Technobot's grasp of his vocal processors.

"Why of this fight, of course!" Backfire points to Shockwave punching and Wreck-Gar rubbing junk on his chest.

Wreck-Gar, still up in the rafters, decides to stay there for a moment, catching his proverbial breath. He even notices a piece of kibble that's not really staying on. Removing it, he drops it on the floor, "How'd this get in there." And then, his systems pick up on something. Calling down to Shockwave, he says, "Forty-eight astrohours, you don't rate my chances, do you? Well, I aim to misbehave." And he leaps down, rolling to cushion his fall, and coming back into a fighting stance, one arm more or less straight, the other raised behind his head. He gestures for Shockwave to come forward with the straight arm.

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Shockwave is far less elegant in his stance. He is exhausted... unhurt, but exhausted. "No, I do not," he answers Wreck-Gar. Blasting forward, arms outstretched, Shockwave grabs onto Wreck-Gar and flies forward with him, meaning to send him crashing against the wall. The forcefield in front of Cross, Scattershot, Backfire and Bailey suddenly flares up in brilliant purples, oranges, and reds (the colour of the objects smashing into it). The impact is just a few metres in front of them, but the shield holds.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Flying Charge attack!

Combat: Drained 14 energon.

Franklin Cross isn't so surprised to see Bailey saluting him, and returns that salute as well. "You may be right, Colonel Bailey, but on the other hand, I feel that I haven't had the opportunity to explain my point of view more fully to my detractors. Hearts and minds and all that." He raises a brow at Backfire's offer. Hm, and to think he was about to ask Andi for her video. "Alright, I'll take the CD." He manages not to jump at the impact against the shield, but he does give it a wary glance.

Wreck-Gar is exhausted, and beat all to hell, but he's still standing, still there. In a thick eastern European accent, he says, "I'm the party pooper . . ." but before he can finish that thought, he is put through a wall, or as close to it as the forcefield will permit. A lot of energy is rushing through his chassis right now, making him look very colourful. Not just red, brown, beige, black, grey, orange, and yellow, but purple, blue, and green as well. Falling onto his hands and knees, he stays there, for a moment. It's brief, but to the audience, those paying attention, and to Shockwave, there is hope, the faint hope that this marathon could be over. Perhaps he'll stay down? But he doesn't. He rises, staggering back to his feet, "That, that's . . . just a mesh wound." He stands there, for a moment, only to fall again. Could it be over? No, he just noticed that there were plenty of useable parts before him. While on the floor, he starts patching himself up, and will likely still be doing that whenever Shockwave does whatever it is that a Shockwave does.

Combat: Wreck-Gar quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

Shockwave gives those in the audience a quick glare before cutting his boot jets. Maybe it's just one's imagination, but it sure seemed like he was staring directly at Cross, Scattershot, Amber and Backfire. Either that or it's because they're practically the only ones in the stands and so by default it must have been then he was looking at. Touching down near Wreck-Gar, Shockwave kneels in order to smash the back of Wreck-Gar's head into the floor. Maybe that's been the problem, Shockwave muses. Aiming for the head too much. Maybe there's nothing there.

Combat: Shockwave misses Wreck-Gar with his Faceplant (Punch) attack!

Combat: Gained 1 energon.

Amber MacKenzie tenses once again as Shockwave and passenger fly straight at them, but wait! They flew straight at Cross, Bailey, Scattershot, and Backfire, not her, so she relaxes again. At least they didn't fly at Andi, too. She gives Bailey a somewhat neutral nod before returning her attention to Hardhead. Er, Cross. "Yes, you have indeed further explained your point of view, sir."

Autobots and Decepticons are weak. They have a standardised construction. There are parts that are weak, and cannot easily be replaced. Junkions don't suffer from that affliction. Cut off any part of their body, and they're still good to go. All they need is some parts to work into their system. Wreck-Gar's head smashes into debris, from their fight, and their bodies. When raised again, he spits out what looks like a marble. "You shouldn't punch people." Pushing himself off the floor, he struggles to rise again, but it takes quite a deal of effort. "Excuse me stewardess, I speak jive."

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Anyone remember those scenes from Family Guy where Stewie just beats the crap out of Brian for like five minutes straight, and it keeps escalating out of control even though it stops making sense? Wreck-Gar probably remembers that scene. Wreck-Gar probably remembers that scene /right now/, because Shockwave continues to kick the hell at him, jamming his right foot into Wreck-Gar's gut repeatedly.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Repeated Kicks to the Gut attack! [Pulled -3]

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Combat: Drained 5 energon.

James Bailey flinches at the continued sounds of fighting, running an experienced eye over the combatants before turning back to the conversation. "Thank you," he mutters under his breath to Amber.

Combat: James Bailey runs a diagnostic check on Wreck-Gar

Wreck-Gar is thinking of Brain, after Stewie beat him an inch from death. In fact, Brian looked better than Wreck-Gaar does right now. But he's still there, still snarky, and asks, "Why can't you take a page from that bitch Hillary Clinton and let it go?" He's constantly trying to keep up with the repairs, but he's running out of junk to repair himself with. Fortunately, Shockwave can't easily destroy it, nor can he remove it from the confines of their ring. Like it or not, Wreck-Gar has a supply, although limited, from which to draw upon. "I must win or die. You have . . . other options."

Combat: Wreck-Gar takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Shockwave grabs the back of Wreck-Gar's head, pulling the Junkion up close to him, "Were this not merely an Olympic match, Junkion," he says quietly enough that only Wreck-Gar will hear, "It would be the latter case." Shockwave then shoves Wreck-Gar's face forward, trying to grind it into the floor with all of his strength behind it. The arena shakes from the impact.

Combat: Shockwave strikes Wreck-Gar with his Face Meets Floor attack! [Pulled -3]

Combat: Wreck-Gar falls to the ground, unconscious.

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Combat: Drained 5 energon.

Franklin Cross smirks as Wreck-Gar finally, mercifully passes out. Then it's gone. "About damn time." He's tempted to applaud but that might look bad.

Pulling away from the stands, Backfire clacks to the ground and marches over towards Wreck-Gar. "Did you finally do it Shockwave?" he asks, peering at the Junkion. Sure enough, he's not trying to assimilate that pile of garbage he's laying face down in.

"ATTENTION!" the Seeker calls out to an empty coliseum, "SHOCKWAVE IS VICTORIOUS!"

Marching over towards the Decepticon Intelligence director, he attemps to lift the arm with the hand attached to it.. though it brings him up into the air. He also starts a chant..

"SHOCK SHOCK SHOCK WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!!"

Boomslang pushes Ramjet off his shoulder, who snorts and just slouches over onto Dirge on the other side. "Yeah, Shockwave. Go Shockwave," Boomslang says, drinking an energon cylinder to power back up after a long period of stillness. "You did it. Go Decepticons."

Wreck-Gar just can't take it anymore. His systems are strong, resilient, but there is only so much punishment that he can take. Even Junkions have their limits. When his face is smashed forward, driven into the mat, his fingers twitch, struggling, and then, he suddenly stops. His optics dim, but continue to glow. He still functions, but barely. Though it has taken more than six hours, Shockwave has finally managed to defeat him. Were this a real fight, he would not have been confined to the ring, he would have retreated, engaged in some kind of hit and run methodology, but in the confined space, it was only a matter of time. "So . . . tired . . ."

Slugfest runs up to Shockwave, cheering! Then he pulls a piece of cape over the tired Decepticon like a blanket. "Him need sleep."

Shockwave stands up, refraining fron continuing his assault on Wreck-Gar. Another Decepticon might give him another swift kick for good measure, but he has other matters to attend to. Stepping away from the Junkion, Shockwave momentarily hesitates at having his arm raised, but then permits it. It's this sort of glory mongering that Galvatron does so well, and it might be good for his image to partake.

Amber MacKenzie is rather surprised that he lasted so long against Shockwave. She's seen the three top Decepticon warriors in all-out combat, and they were incredibly impressive. Wreck-Gar matching one of them for so long is also impressive. With that, she finally ends her own recording and tucks her camcorder away, suppressing a yawn.

Boomslang elbows the other coneheads sharply to wake them up and applauds Shockwave, even if his 'fight' was more like trying to beat a frozen ham to death with a cricket bat. Or maybe like whipping a large pudding. Some kind of slow and barely-perceptible beating. "Woo, yeah! Decepticons! The Mighty Shockwave!"

Franklin Cross just shakes his head at what happened. He yawns as well, and checks the time on his watch. "*Damn.*"

James Bailey hasn't seen the fight in it's entirety and so he doesn't seem as - dazed? Numb? Desensitzed? - as some of the other spectators. He just nods to himself briefly at the outcome and then goes to look for a listing of the remaining brackets and competitors.

Franklin Cross rises from his seat. "Good day, Ms. MacKenzie. Think about what I said. And think about how this fight turned out." He nods at James. "Mr. Bailey." And he begins to walk out of the stadium. Maybe he'll work on his projects a bit before he sleeps.

James Bailey has left.