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Who Wins?  

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  1. 1. Who deserves to take 3rd Place?

  2. 2. Who gets the Ultimate Prize and who falls just short?

  3. 3. Who lives, Who dies, Who was Wise, and Who Triumphed?



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[spoiler=Moderation Log: Case 5874-2A, YMB Shutdown]Black burst through the door, pumping as much energy into his legs as possible as he reached the helpless Fusion on the table. A timer could be seen on the top of the swinging axe, only twenty seconds away from hitting zero. "Black, what the heck are you doing here?"

"Saving your life," he replied. Acting quickly, he timed a jump so he would grab the swinging rope holding the axe. He pulled himself up and climbed as fast as he could, his palms beginning to sweat. "Almost...there."

 

 

"Black, if I die, just please tell DL...tell him that I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH-"

 

Before he could finish, Black jammed a white card into a slot of the timer. He felt the circuits rip apart as the axe began slowing down, until it hovered over Fusion's stomach. Sighing, Black slowly clambered down and began to work on freeing Fusion. "I liked that card..."

 

 

"Red Dragon Archfiend?"

 

Black sighed, holding up the battered card. "Try Scar Red Nova."

 

"Ouch."

He drooped his head. "It's okay...I can buy a new one later..."

"Why'd you jam a card of all things in there?"

Black shrugged. "I didn't have anything else, really."

 

"You carry a Yu-Gi-Oh! card on you all the time?"

"Yeah, so?"

 

"That's a little weird..."

 

"I can leave you here, you know..."

 

Suddenly, a shadow swooped down behind him. "I wouldn't say that." Black whirled around, coming face to face with the Wiseman. "The Inventor may have caught J-Max, but I planned on using you anyways."

 

Use me for what?"

 

"Black, look away! The dude's like a hypnotist or something, that's how he got me here!"

 

Both of the Wiseman's lenses retracted into his mask, leaving a pair of green eyes gazing into Black's. The color in Black's eyes diminished as his arms fell limply to his side. A faint glow could be seen emanating from the Wiseman's eyes. "That's it..."

 

"Damn you!"

 

The Wiseman sneered, taking out a needle filled with a green liquid. Injecting it into Fusion's shoulder. He yawned and escorted Black outside of the warehouse. "Enjoy sleeping for all of eternity, Fusion X. Denver."

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"Alright Nicholas, what exactly is your plan here? Sure you can send evidence about Wiseman's true identity to the Mods, but that won't get him caught and stopped!" J-Max was nearly yelling as the Inventor rummaged through his stuff.

 

"That's where we come in. We are going to lure Wiseman to the abandoned remains in the shopping district. The place that used to be a weapons shop. While Ragnarok and Clair round up the Mods, we will have to lure him there and spring the trap so as to have him ready when they arrive." the Inventor, now known as Nicholas, explained.

 

"I hope you don't expect anyone to defend you after helping us with this. You still did a lot of bad things."

 

"I know, and I'll answer for that when the time comes, for now we need to focus on capturing Wiseman!"

 

J-Max nodded, cradling a bag in his arm. "Right, I've got everything here in this bag. All we need to do is go and find Wiseman I guess." The two left the safe house and began making for the garage on the farside of the lawn. They were nearly there when a low rumble could be heard. "Invento- I mean Nicholas, do you hear that?"

 

"Sounds like a car engine...RUN!" Nicholas shouted as he bolted for the garage, J-Max not far behind him.

 

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The Wiseman zoomed across the dirt road, careening straight for the hideout. "Come on, come on..."

 

Black sat in the passenger seat beside him, blankly staring ahead. "What are you going to do?"

 

 

"It's quite simple," the Wiseman replied. "Hold onto your seat." As the car neared further and further to the garage, the Wiseman let go of the wheel, jamming a big, red button on the dashboard. The car's roof opened, allowing both front seats to eject straight into the sky as the car crashed into the building, inciting a massive explosion. "Oh dear. It seems we crashed right behind the grenade shelf."

 

"Think they're dead?" Black asked.

 

The Wiseman grimaced. I wish that damned monotone voice wasn't a side effect. Makes him less like a human. "Nope. Observe."

 

Black looked to where the Wiseman pointed, seeing a jeep rush out of the garage, barely licking the flames as it drove toward the city. "We'll be readying a chase, then."

 

The Wiseman pushed a button on his wristwatch. A loud roar could be heard in the distance. The ground trembled as a mighty weight traversed the land, heading for the spot where the Wiseman and Black would land. Finally, the two landed on the head of a giant tyrannosaurus rex. The beast set its sights on the getaway jeep and began the pursuit. Time to test the formula... "Black, grab that pole!"

 

Black glanced to the street light up ahead, grabbing it with both hands as the dinosaur ran past. With a mighty heave, Black wrenched the street light completely out of the ground, holding it above his head. "WHAT THE HECK?" J-Max shouted.

 

"Damn, he's gotten to Black," Nicholas muttered. "Hang on." The jeep veered into the other lane as the street light landed in the spot they were in previously. The tyrannosaurus clenched the pole in its teeth and continued chasing them.

 

"Is Black really that strong?"

 

"No. The Wiseman stole an experimental formula of mine. It removes the limits the brain sets on the body's muscular system. Basically, Black has access to the ultimate strength his body can produce. But the strength is unwieldly. He'll destroy his body if he over-exerts himself."

 

"Why is he doing this?"

 

"The Wiseman's gotten to him. We'll have to lure both of them into the trap and save Black afterwards."

 

"HIT THE GAS!" Nicholas heeded J-Max's warning and sped up as the beast swung at the car with the pole. Spitting it out, it yelled a heart-stopping screech as it snapped at the back of the jeep.

 

"We'll be done for unless we change our tactics..." Nicholas muttered. "Hang on, J-Max." He pressed a button in his car, opening a hatch on the car's underside. A red robot clambered out of it, flying out from underneath the car and holding its hand out for J-Max to grab.

 

"Is that-"

 

"Grab him, PROTO!" PROTO obliged, zipping out of the way with J-Max in tow as the tyrannosaurus bit into the jeep. Nicholas dove out of the window and took to the skies, his jetpack exerting two rockets propelling him to the air. "Heh." The jeep exploded, sending chunks of flesh scattering across the desolate road. "Is it over?"

"NOPE!" a voice cried. Emerging from the smoke was the Wiseman and Black, riding on top of a pterodactyl. It screeched as it glided toward Nicholas.

 

"So it's come to this, eh Wiseman?"

 

"No matter the bonds between them, I guess two chaps like us aren't cut out to work together!" the Wiseman cried. He jumped into Black's arms, letting him throw his body over toward Nicholas. As he soared toward Nicholas, he unsheathed a sword, lunging at his opponent. "Let's settle this!"

 

"You don't even know what you're doing anymore, do you?"

 

"I'm having a blast is what I'm doing! And even if you defeat me here, I have an ace in the hole!" The Wiseman's blade clashed against Nicholas' metallic arm, showering the air with sparks.

 

"There's no point in negotiation anymore. Let's fight."

 

Meanwhile, Black and the pterodactyl soared toward PROTO. J-Max stood on top of the robot's back, preparing for the conflict. "Black, I swear I'll help you snap out of it!"

 

"A pervert like you can't do anything against me," Black replied. He donned a pair of shades, readying a swing at J-Max.

Meanwhile, in the city streets below, Ragnarok dashed through the town. Clair's got all of the Mods ready. I just need to hitch a cab and meet up with J-Max befo- he skidded to a stop as a lone boy stood in the way. "Aren't you Smeargle?"

 

Smeargle looked up. His face was complacent, his arms lying perfectly straight to his sides. "You can't get by. The Wiseman wouldn't like that."

 

Ragnarok grimaced. "I guess I have one more match to settle. Apologies in advance." Both boys charged, undaunted by the sound of an explosion in the sky and of the screech of a pterodactyl.

 

"Let's get ready to RRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMMMMMBBBBBLLLLLLLLEEEEE!"

 

Ragnarok1945

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Smeargle

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Ravenous Black

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J-Max

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Wiseman

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Inventor

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This is it guys, the final round, the final conflict. It all boils down to this. Remember no Flaming or Trolling in this thread. Three warnings then your vote is disqualified.

This Match will end on AUGUST 15, 2011 AT 6:00PM CST! This is a match that determines the future of the entire City, who wins. You decide.

5,4,3,2,1, GO!

LET'S GET READY TO RRRRRUUUMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBLLLEEEEEE!

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This Match will end on AUGUST 15, 2011 AT 6:00PM CST! This is a match that determines the future of the entire City, who wins. You decide.

 

Also I failed to resist the urge to vote.

 

Funny how I prefer Wiseman over Inventor when it comes to this.

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Guest Mr. Striker

@Striker

I'll be writing the conclusion/epilogue since Fusion will be out of town for a bit.

 

If Wiseman does win, make it possible for me to play around with it. I got an idea that depends on the outcome. It involves War Torn.

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Guest Mr. Striker

@Striker

I'll write how I want and you'll just have to live with it. I'm not going to adjust my writing just so you can have it easy.

 

Besides Fusion and I have already decided what we are doing.

 

Fine. I'll make my idea work somehow.

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