"And Heihachi Mishima has just eviscerated Charlie, the drunk ginea pig. Wow. That was a brutal massacre. Coming up next, we have Slade, aka Deathstroke, trying his luck against the mighty Heihachi." Yelled the obnoxious announcer.
"Good luck." Said Chase.
"I don't need luck..." Slade replied.
"Because you have a hulk?"
"What? No. I wasn't gonna say anything else."
"It sure looked like it."
"After I win this, I'm going to torture you, for making things so awkward!"
"How can you be so sure you're gonna win?"
"Just watch."
The door opens, and Slade enters the arena.
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Afterlife Battle Royale
FanfictionLiving in an Asteroid floating through space, filled with familiar faces. Sounds like one heck of an afterlife, doesn't it? Well, shortly after dying, Chase found out it wasn't much fun. Due to an anarcho-royalist revolution that happened in the p...
