"OUR NEXT COMBATANTS ARE TWO SOULS BURDENED BY THE DIFFICULTIES OF THE THRONE!" Argus called over the stands. "THEY ARE FORCED TO DEFEND THEIR TITLES FROM THREATS OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES, BUT CAN THEY PROTECT THEM FROM EACH OTHER?"
Humanity's door slid open as Argus continued. "FOR HUMANITY, WE HAVE THE KING OF WAKANDA, T'CHALLA. OR, AS HE IS MORE WELL-KNOWN, BLACK PANTHER!" T'Challa walked slowly into the arena, looking around at the massive audience. He had expected a smaller turnout.
"I will fight to keep my people safe!" he called, holding up his hand.
"AND FOR HEAVEN, WE HAVE THE CROWN PRINCE OF FAR, FAR AWAY, PRINCE CHARMING!" Argus boomed, as Heaven's door slid open. Charming waltzed onto the field, a dashing but cocky grin on his face. He gazed up at the crowd, and blew them a kiss.
"I am ready to prove that I deserve to be king!" he said with a confident snicker. He turned, and his smile vanished at the sight of T'Challa, who was standing with his arms folded, looking as though he wasn't impressed. Charming remembered the kick that the Panther had given him back when Shang Tsung had tried to cheat, and he rubbed his jaw, apparently finding the memory painful.
"ARE THE CHAMPIONS READY?" Argus called.
"I will slay this pretender!" Charming shouted.
"Sure you will" T'Challa sighed.
"THEN LET THE MATCH... BEGIN!" Argus announced. Charming charged at T'Challa with his sword held high, letting out a battle cry. T'Challa... stepped to the side, watching as Charming tripped, and fell over.
"You know that a king should be well-trained in combat, no?" he asked the red-faced prince, who jumped back to his feet, and swung the sword again. The King of Wakanda stepped back a bit, letting the sword sail harmlessly past his chest. The blade was apparently too heavy for Charming, as he became off-balance and fell over again.
"I-AM-AWARE-OF-HOW-TO-BE-A-KING!" Charming screamed, punctuating each word with another swing of the sword, but T'Challa just dodged and sidestepped every attempt. "WOULD YOU STAY STILL?!" Charming screeched, tears of frustration filling his eyes.
"Well, alright, but remember, you asked for this" T'Challa sighed, and held out his arms, offering himself to an attack.
"HAVE AT YO... Ah" Charming trailed away, as he finally slammed his blade into the Panther suit, and watched as the metal shattered instantly. "I... uh... I see why you kept dodging".
"Yes. Listen, it's nothing personal" T'Challa grinned, and then uppercutted Charming once, immediately knocking him out. The prince fell to the floor, looking like a sleeping baby. T'Challa turned towards Argus, who looked incredulously at Zeus.
"Perhaps... picking Charming... may have been a mistake" the All-Father said, sounding rather embarrassed. The stands were roaring with laughter at Charming's expense. T'Challa picked up the prince, and carried him back to his side, where he was received by Master Oogway. He then made his way back to his own side, where he was met by Jack.
"That was rather amusing" he chuckled, as the two heard highly contagious laughter coming from Nagisa and Puss in the corner. The former was using a wall as support, while the latter used his friend's leg. Nagisa was trying to stem tears of joy coming from his eyes. Puss had already failed at this, and was crying happy tears.
"It was certainly no challenge" T'Challa remarked, sounding like the 'fight' had at least been entertaining. "Do you think he learned a lesson?" he added, grinning.
"I... I think he definitely learned... how NOT to use a sword!" Nagisa called, still clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face. Puss gave a large "HA!" of laughter, and the rest of the champions then joined in, and continued for a few minutes after, waiting for the next calling from Argus.
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Record of Ragnarok
ActionThe gods are angry. They believe that humanity shouldn't exist. They want to wipe them from reality. But one god is against this, and suggests a method to let the humans prove their worth. He suggests Ragnarok, a long-time tradition of reality. He c...
