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Life Workin for HBO, Part Seven
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 8 January 2004, 12:23 PM
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Hawk stepped to the right a little, just enough to(hopefully)dodge me. I managed to hit the ground on my feet, although I almost stumbled.
My opponent took advantage of this, and he pulled out his Flame-thrower. "Time for another n00b roast, H_K!" He yelled menacingly at me, and pulled the trigger. The flames began to collect in the nozzle.
I smiled. "Indeed," I said, and dropkicked the weapon. It fell onto the ground, pointing towards Hawk.
He smiled. "It won't cook through my shields, you must know."
"Naturally," I said, and revealed what the green glow behind me was. The over-charged Plasma shattered his Shields, just in time for Hawk to take the heat.
His smoking corpse fell to the ground, and Cortana announced, "Hunter_Killer has toasted Hawk. 4 kills to win."
I laughed, not realizing the fuming challenger behind me. My body went limp, as a grenade threw me dead corpse fly 50 feet into the air. "Hawk has blown away H_K. 4 kills to win."
I respawned on the other side of the map, and saw the Scorpion. I started that bad boy up, and grinded my way towards the challenger, intending to show him *real* Rolling Thunder.
BOOM! RAT-T-T-T-T-T!!!!! I let loose a shell and a volley of Machine Gun Fire, Forcing my adversary do dive into Blue Base
Perfect. I blew another shell into the base, and watched Hawk run. Then, he attained a Ghost, and began to fire on me, while circling. The Circle of Death!
Plasma splattered against my tank, while I tried to nail the little- BOOM! RAT-T-T-T-T-T-T-T!!!! -with tracer bullets.
Realizing this wouldn't do, I quickly jumped out of my tank, and charged for the Ghost. Normally suicidal, and Hawk saw this. I readied my AR to fire, and let loose a stream. As anyone knows, this is extremely annoying. He fired a whole shitload o' Plasma my way. I ducked, still firing. I was now close to the Ghost, and armed a Plasma Grenade.
Hawk saw the lit 'nade, and swerved wildly, attempting to avoid me. However, I utilized a Frag Grenade Jump to get on the very hood of said Ghost. Hawk was shocked.
I waved at him for a second and smiled. And we both knew it wasn't a friendly smile. "Catch," I said, sticking the 'nade to his head. I then jumped a double jumped, allowing the speeding Ghost to zoom past me. It hit a canyon wall, as the 'nade blew up. Somehow, that lucky SOB survived, although his health was at about one bar.
I readied my Plasma Pistol. And the rest of it, is history. No, seriously. The match was so damn good and close, it was archived, and is up for the most memorable Title Match of the Year Award.
And I take you now, to the end of the match. The announcers that call the match up from the skybox's comments will be included in this record.
Jim: Actually, I was two time IC Champ. But that's a different story.
Dick: Yah. And right now, both men on the end of their ropes. All their lives are spent. Amazing endurance by both of them.
I was flattened out on the turret of the battered tank, who had been taking punishment all the time. I had blood pouring from at least five places. I was totally spent. I tried to muster the energy to get up, to little avail.
Hawk was flailing in pain, about 10-20 meters from the tank. He was in a REAL bad way.
I got on one knee, and saw the perfect position for my signature stunt, the Hunter_Bomb. I leapt free of the turret, and prepared to stick my elbow straight into the Heart of the Hawk.
Jim: GOOD GOD! H_K, don't do it! It's the Hunter_Bomb! The Hunter_Bomb! If this hits, it's over! If it doesn't, we have a new Intercontinental Champion!!! God almighty! _Killer will take chances, has no fear. His arsenal is astounding.
Dick: Yah, H_K's high flying style. I tell you, he will come at you from all angles, all degrees, all dimensions. Take that, versus the ground and pound, old-school style strategy employed by the Challenger. He will grind you, slow you, crunch you. But now, H_K's setting the pace. That's not good for Hawk.
I closed my eyes, and waited for the hit...
It was over. I felt my elbow being dug deep into another human being, and felt warm blood splatter all over me.
My music began pounding in the stadium. "The Winner of This Match, and STILL the HBO Intercontinental Champion, HUNTER_........ KILLER!!!!!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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