Arrival of the Beast (Open Challenge)

[Afano Anoa'i]

School...Afano fucking hated it. Once upon a time he was a dedicated student at the Chula Vista Collective. Fuck that now. After everything that had happened back there in his old life he was done. Now it was his time. Now it was time to live for him. Do whatever the fuck he wanted. Now it was time to live and thrive in violence. With a bus ticket and a small suitcase in his hand Afano set out in his new enrollment at PHS: 259. After catching wind of that riot it was only natural the God of Thunder would soon make his arrival.

Why would a massive, violent, blood thirsty mother fucker willingly go back to school at the age of 19? Simple. Violence. In the streets you mostly had sex, and drugs. Every now and then you'd get a shooting or something, but the real heavy, hand to hand bloody physical contact came from within the schools. So the better question was: Why would a violent rage filled 335 pound Samoan monster not want to enter into a place known for it's violent unbearable conditions.

Luckily the bus ride didn't piss Afano off too much. No sick old ladies, no dumb ass bimbos, and no crying kids. If there had been it wouldn't be too surprising for the bus to end up destroyed and containing a dead old lady, a raped slut with it's fake tities oozing out, and a half eaten baby. And to think, once upon a time Afano wanted to be a nurse. Even he laughed at that joke.

The next morning Afano would make his arrival to Long Beach. 2nd gayest place in the world after San Francisco. Afano didn't care about that though. It didn't matter what you liked to be inside of, your gender at one point or another, if you were dark as tar or white as mayonnaise. All that mattered was if you were in his way or not. Afano would destroy it. He was the God of Thunder. The epic combination of an Unstoppable Force and an Immovable Object.

His new apartment was shitty. Peeling wallpaper, a shitty bed he barley fit in. He'd have to take care of that later being as big as he was. There was an oven, stove, fridge. The basic necessities. A small T.V. and an old 80's style boom box. Thats when Afano got the idea. What better way to piss people off on his first day than with some hardcore music first thing in the morning. He set his bag down and started to unpack. Basic clothes, cash, and some CD's.

Soon enough the next day arrived. Afano woke with a sadistic smile on his face. He had a good dream, something that would be a night more to most. The apartment had an old shitty shower too. No hot water either... Oh well. It was hot out still. The ice cold water would feel nice even though it shrunk up Afano's dick. Bad enough he couldn't see it when he looked down. 335 pounds would do that to ya.

After his freezing shower the God of Thunder would slip into his clothes. A pair of baggy dark blue jeans over a pair of black boxers. Over his torso would be a loose black T-Shirt with a nice yellow Smiley Face. Very off putting to his personality. And to finish it off a pair of black stylish shades would cover his eyes and rest over his new facial tattoo. For once someone who had a tribal tattoo actually had the right to have a tribal tattoo.

Afano stepped outside to the early morning. At least 5:30 by now. With his boom box in hand he'd start the thing up. Turned out it wasn't as old as he originally though seeing as it comfortably took in CDs. For now he'd keep the music at about a 5/10. No need to blare it yet. It was still pretty early. With the same sadistic smile on his face Afano would head out on his route to Public High School 259.

In about an hour or so the hulking Samoan monster arrived. Taking a moment to put on a song he considered his themeAfano would walk through the gates and enter the school. The volume was now at a perfect 10. It would blare through out the school grounds annoying everyone who didn't care for fat fucks or Tech N9ne. Now it was just time to wait for someone to care. Whether it was:

"Hey fat ass shut that thing off."

Or:

"Excuse me kind sir, could you please turn down your music please?"

Didn't matter how aggressive or passive the mother fucker was. Afano would be lifting that ass hat 10 feet off the ground and plowing them head first onto the concrete sidewalks. He wanted blood. He wanted carnage. This school just had a massive riot and they didn't invite him. Now they'd all get it.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr lowered the binoculars from her violet eyes as the raucous sound of 'music' reached her ears. She turned her gaze to the entrance of the school, which was below her, since she was safely perched on the roof... as usual. Some hefty, grumpy-looking guy had entered carrying the offending boombox.

She growled and from the deep pocket of her long black coat she withdrew her slingshot.

And a golfball.


<_<

She aimed for the guy's head, but after a moment's consideration and a sly grin, the sling made a dangerous snapping sound and the golfball was rocketing toward that boombox, with full intent to destroy. Dead. No more shitty music.

Vespyr sighed, tsk tsk, to herself and went back to her observing, for what reasons will remain unknown for now.

[Afano Anoa'i]

*BLAM*

In what seemed like an instant there was no more boom box. Son of a fucking bitch. Sure, take away the fat man music. Afano dropped the remains in surprise and disgust. Yet, he was happy. Happy someone somewhere had the balls to go up against him. Only one problem: who the fuck was it? It was some sort of projectile. Gun? No, wasn't enough to it. Airsoft gun? No, those weren't powerful enough, even with CO2.

The God of Thunder was ready to fuck anything up now. He loved that song. All about how some stupid white bitch tried to sue Tech N9ne when he wasn't even around and how a manger wouldn't let him play at a club cause he though a bunch of Samoans would riot. Given a riot would have ensued, fuck that guy. Time for business.

"Alright! Which one of you dickless mother fuckers decided to wreck my shit huh!?"

Samoans were loud. Rel fucking loud. Perhaps not as loud as the music, but Afano was a large brute with a pissed off attitude, so he would be loud. Hopefully whoever did this had some balls and would approach Afano. If not he'd just start beating the living hell out of the next thing he'd see.

[Vespyr]

"Alright! Which one of you dickless mother fuckers decided to wreck my shit huh!?"

…

Turning back toward the scene with narrowed eyes, Vespyr noted the surprising intensity for just how far the young man’s voice had carried. Impressive. But still disruptive. She raised the slingshot again, this time aiming for his knee. Her demeanor was irritated, yet the corners of her lips had twitched into a sadistic smirk. Oh, yes. She was going to play with her prey before doing him in.

Another fierce SNAP.

Another golf ball was rocketing toward the Samoan’s left kneecap like a missile with malicious intent. With such force, should it hit its target, it would most definitely cause the colossal student to collapse with the sudden jolt of pain and throbbing agony coursing through his leg.

“You’re too loud.”

While she did not yell, she was able to throw her voice in a powerful, stern manner so that she was heard. Once again she set down the slingshot and lifted her binoculars to her narrowed violet eyes. After a moment she lowered them halfway, revealing an annoyed smirk.

“And yes. Quite dickless, thankyouverymuch,” she sneered more quietly, more to herself than to anyone else.

[Afano Anoa'i]

A look came over the Samoan monster. A look of sadism, a look that would instill fear in numerous souls around him him in this early morning. He was still looking around pissed as all hell. He wanted the head of the son of a bitch who dared oppose the God of Thunder. Their end wouldn't be pretty. Then it happened again. A golf ball hissed through the air at Afano. Wile moving the ball would end up hitting him just above his knee on his inner thigh.

The hulking brute would pause after the strike. The pain...it felt good. He hadn't really felt something like that in a good long time. Afano's leg throbbed and a large welt would slowly appear on his leg. His heavy jeans and muscle content would take the majority of the blow so he could still walk about.

Turns out the dickless person who did this was in fact, dickless. The ranged assailant was on a nearby rooftop shouting out to Afano. Slowly his head would turn to her. Now she was going to get it. But first, a little demonstration for girl who would soon be no more. In a sudden burst of rage Afano would lunge at a random student. His hand would hold the kid by his head in both hands. The pressure of the hold would force the kid to shriek in pain, and then become quiet and faint to the lack of blood flow.

"This'll be you in about a minute!"

With pure crushing, destructive force Afano's forehead would collide into the poor kid's face. Right above the bridge of the nose. Samoans had head made of steel and were well known for their head buts. The kid would fall to the ground, blood gushing from his nose and utterly unconscious. Now the savage would make his way to the roof in search of the bitch who had the balls to go up against the God of Thunder.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr watched indifferently as the Samoan made an example of a random student, not intimidated in the least by the brutish display of anger. She was never daunted by threats, and in most cases she would find them amusing.

But not today. Today, she had work to do, and would deal with this slight interruption in her plans promptly and accordingly. Sighing as the young man entered the building she was perched atop of, she let her disinterested gaze linger on the wounded student for several moments before pocketing her binoculars and rising to her feet. She walked calmly to the roof access door, which was located at the far corner next to a large air vent. She stepped onto the vent and from there climbed on top of the slanted concrete, positioning herself so that she was out of view of the door that was directly below her.

Soon, the heavy sound of angry footsteps on the stairs would probably be heard, most likely followed by the door swinging violently open, above which Vespyr was waiting.

[Afano Anoa'i]

(ooc: Four months later....)

Afano burst his large self into the school. His eyes were full of rage and his body was beginning to turn a dark red. He was a God among Men and he was taking this bullshit on the first day? Hell no. Afano would use this day to make a name for himself. How many mother fuckers would try to go after someone who would find a girl on the roof, beat her senseless, perhaps have his way with he, and then throw her off the roof. All for a broken boom box.

"YOU! TELL ME HOW TO GET TO THE ROOF! NOW!"

Afano wandered down the hallway a little bit grabbing another rather innocent looking student. The smaller boy, perhaps a freshmen, just stammered and mumbled in fear.

"USELESS!"

Once again Afano would grab the student by his head, crushing it in his hands, once the kid was either unconscious, bleeding from his mouth, or pissing him pants Afano would once again ram his steel forehead into the kid's face. The smell of bloody soothed a portion of Afano's bloodlust.

"Now...how do I get to the roof?"

Luckily for the rest of the bystanders one brave little girl promised to lead Afano to the stairwell on the condition that he didn't hurt her friends. How cute. Afano accepted the offer based on three things. One, it reminded him of his old self. Two: He could always just hurt he friends later. And Three: It could be a good idea to have her along. Little girls could make awesome meat shields.

It wouldn't take the duo very long to get to where they were headed. This girl knew her way around well enough. Once at the door Afano would take a moment to prepare himself of battle. He removed his shirt, shoes, and socks. Took any hard personal belongings out of his pocket. And lastly intertwined his left arm between the little girl and her pink hello kitty backpack. She didn't weigh more than 90 pounds making a light, durable, useful shield.

Afano kicked open the access door and slowly made his way to the center of the roof.

"Come out here bitch! I'll fucking sit on you!"

[Vespyr]

The door flew open with a deafening crash—and out lumbered the beast, walking right into Vespyr’s trap.

She let about five feet of distance between them before making a swift jump, kicking violently at the back of his neck with the steel heel of her boot; this sort of jarring blow to the backbone and spinal cord might have killed a normal person, but since her opponent had so much... padding, it would at most knock him unconscious. However, she did not count on it or let a single second get past her—as the giant would topple to the ground face first, Vespyr would land herself a few feet away and promptly leap onto his back. Though her weight was nothing compared to his, she was far stronger and quicker and wasted no time in grabbing him by the ears to repeatedly slam his face into the concrete.

After a few of these skull-shattering blows, Vespyr would still not be satisfied with the damage. She would rise to her feet, stepping away from the beast nimbly as she removed her jacket. This would give him a chance to get up, by the slightest chance that he was still able to—not many could survive their skulls being ground into the pavement. But in any case the girl would start toward him again, her jacket neatly twisted into a slender rat-tail and held like a rope between her hands.

Improvisation was a key skill to have.

[Afano Anoa'i]

Amongst the cries and screams of the little girl he heard a noise. A noise of something moving behind him. Ruffling cloth, and what may be heavy footsteps. If Afano hadn't heard this noise he would be dead, luckily enough the God of Thunder was able to live that much longer. Afano turned slightly as alarge combat boot came crashing down on his face. Almost instantly the Samoans jaw snapped off it's hinge and the large newcomer toppled down to the ground landing on his side, then flopping onto his back.

Being as large as he was Afano was pretty durable, but that didn't stop him from defending himself. With the human shield still on his left arm Afano would cover himself with the girl. The sling shot woman decided to leap on them Afano would block any grab by putting the girl between them followed by a roll to his left to get on top of both of them.

On the other hand the pale chick might realize this before leaping and change her game. In that case Afano would slowly rise with his shield forward and his right hand holding his broken jaw. Either way this was turning out to be a pretty shitty day.

[Vespyr]

A small growl came from Vespyr’s throat as the Samoan attempted to roll over onto her; her initial attack hadn’t been damaging enough. Not a problem though, she thought as she darted to the side, putting a few feet between herself and the brute. Her lips twitched into a sadistic grin as he rose to his feet, his hand clutching his wounded jaw.

”All bark… no bite. And now you’ve got neither.”

As if lightening had struck, she lashed out with the twisted jacket—it whipped the screaming girl across the face leaving a bloody streak. Vespyr’s grin widened, her violet eyes glinting with malice. Within a moment she had thrown the whip again, this time holding onto both ends and looping it around the giant’s neck. As both his hands were occupied, he would probably not be able to react in time before her next move; with unmatched agility she darted to his left, still holding on to both ends of the jacket. Once behind him, she crossed the ends at the rear of his neck and pulled tightly—strangulation. To keep him at a leg’s distance, she placed her boot on his back and pushed, further tightening the noose about his neck.

Within ten seconds he would be unconscious.

[Afano Anoa'i]

Never underestimate the power of fat people with anger issues. With his jaw out of place Afano was almost able to make his enemy go squish. The pale women rolled away as both sadistic maniacs got to their feet. At the is moment Afano had enough of his whining human shield who was getting pretty heavy by this point. Afano would release his grasp and shove the girl off kicking her down as she got whipped in the face hard.

Afano actually let out a small laugh at the pain and the blood. Happy face. Unfortunately this lighting fast chick was already gone and swinging that trench coat around Afano's neck, except she forgot the fact that Afano was still holding his jaw. The second she yanked back and placed her boot on Afano's back the trench coat would jerk Afano's hand slamming his jaw coincidentally back into place. There was a lot of internal damage, but amazingly the bone had caught back onto the rest of his skull.

This sling shot bitch was insanely strong however. The good thing about California is the heat, even in the winter time. Plus beating kids up and climbing stairs Afano's jiggly body was covered in sweat. Inch by inch Afano was able to raise his arm between the left side of his face and the trench coat. There would be no fat people hangings today.

Afano's arm was taking massive damage however. If he took much more of the pressure meant for his neck his arm would shatter. Once again The God of Thunder would use his weight in his favor. With his now free left hand Afano grabbed onto the trench coat on the right side of his face. Using his weight and strength the Samoan Wrecking Ball would swing all his might and weight to the right.

This was an attempt to throw the pale chick to the ground with Afano onto the ground and crush her. (ooc: assuming using right leg). If this feat of strength worked the womens balance would mostly likely be thrown having little support on her right side. With luck she would fall to the concrete and Afano would land and crush her with his massive bulging back. Just from the falling weight alone this could potentially break a limb or two. Not to mention he could end up sitting on her.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr emitted a small growl as her balance was thrown off suddenly—with all her weight focused on the pulling of the jacket, the sudden shift caused her to veer and fall to the right. She let go of the jacket and rolled quickly out of the way to avoid being smashed beneath the mass of body that she had been trying to dispatch. Sure enough, the entire building shook when the giant fell half a second later, but Vespyr was safely out of the way and already nimbly getting to her feet.

Enough playing. I still have work to do.

Standing at his head so that she was out of reach, Vespyr would deliver a swift but devastating kick; her leg was raised directly over him then brought down with full force so that the heavy heel of her boot would collide with his throat or face. On victims of a slighter, more breakable build, the skull would usually be obliterated by this crushing blow. This guy, however, was quite far from the usual victim, so a few more harsh kicks might be necessary… but Vespyr wasn’t too concerned; she could stand there and deliver death blows all day if she weren’t so pressed for time.

She felt the stirrings of amusement when she imagined some sorry motherfucker’s job of lifting the obese corpse off the roof later—would they need a crane?

OOC: Alright, man. It's been over three months. I'm calling this a timed-out fight and claiming victory. Sorry.