r/whowouldwin • u/LetterSequence • Aug 18 '16
Character Scramble VI Winner's Semifinals: The Royal Scramble
The Character Scramble is a bloodmatch tournament where people compete to write the best story they can. At the beginning, everyone submits characters that meet the guidelines, then those characters are randomized and distributed evenly. From then on, each week there's a new writing prompt for everyone to follow. At the end of the week, everyone votes for who they think should advance, until we have our winner at the end. The winner at the end of the tournament gets to choose the theme, tier, and rules of the next scramble, along with a nice custom flair as their reward. The current theme is Wrestling, and the current tier is 3/10 Venom to 7/10 Carnage. There are currently only two more weeks until the finale, so stay tuned!
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This match is between /u/Cleverly_Clearly and /u/Sanitymeter. This fight will decide who makes it to the grand finale, and who has to participate in the loser's finals. These two spent a whole three weeks on this prompt, so be sure to treat the stories with great respect, as it took a long time for everything to come together.
After delivering the orb to Phane, it seems like they really did manage to solve everything. Maybe a little too well, though. Your team has been left alone for a whole week. No matches, no threats from the Scramble Gods, no prompts, simply nothing. They’ve been enjoying this rest time (or hating it, I dunno I’m not your mom), but the back of their mind has always been wondering, what was up with everything? Is that really it? Is everything really fixed? But most importantly, who was trying to sabotage the scramble?
It seems that all of their questions will be answered tonight, because a mysterious note was left in their locker room. “Come to the ring in 10 minutes.” Seeing little else to do, they head there and see two things. The first is another wrestling team, which after a quick conversation realizes they got the same note as you. The second is a mysterious hooded figure in the middle of the ring, with a microphone in one hand, and the orb you retrieved earlier in the other!
“How do you have that?” one of the eight wrestlers asks. The hooded figure simply laughs. “I have it because I’m the one who’s been messing with the scramble. Pulling timelines left and right. When you have infinite power and you get bored. And when you get bored, well, lots of things seem fun. Even at the cost of some innocent scrambler’s lives.” The wrestlers get angry, when one of them shouts at the figure, “Who are you? Show yourself!” After a laugh, they get a simple response. “Unmask me yourself.”
The air is stiff, the crowd is silent in anticipation, and the scramblers don’t know what to do. They discuss it with each other, before one of them decides to jump in the ring. They hesitantly reach their hand out, and remove the hood in one fell swoop. “Y-you!? It was you!?” A menacing laugh is heard before he screams into the microphone in his hands. “It was me, Phane! It was me all along, Phane! You all bought it!” The mysterious figure, the one destroying timelines, bringing universes together, and tearing apart the very core of the scramble… was none other than Letter!
“I’ve also got a nice little surprise for you two teams. Using the power of Missingno inside this ball, I can rival even Phane. So, tonight, one of you will make it to the finals, ready for your championship match. The other… is going home tonight as a loser! Now, I just have one question for you guys…” He holds the ball high in the sky, releasing its dark energy into the air. “Are you all ready to rumble?” The energy surrounds the teams, before they all get sent teleported to different locations.
The scramblers are all sent backstage in their respective locker rooms. All they have on them is a number, and a rule sheet explaining what type of match this is. A royal rumble. Once their number is called, they’ll be teleported to the arena at the top of the ramp, with no way to escape unless they win or lose. They’ll simply have to fight. While they’re getting ready to fight, they notice someone very important is missing. Where’s their manager?
Well, it seems that Letter gets to make some new friends. Two, in fact. Phane’s office seems to be completely empty for some reason, and Letter has dragged both of them into the office with no way to leave. Mostly because he locked the door and hid the key somewhere real good. “Don’t worry guys. I’ve given you headsets to keep in touch with your team while they’re out there. But this way I can ensure there’s no last minute “enhancements” or “commands” given to anyone using your special powers. For now, sit back, relax…” Letter turns on a television, showing the wrestling arena as the first person enters the ring. “...and enjoy the show.”
Normal Rules
Team Preview: Look at all these obscure characters in the scramble! Give a brief summary of your characters in your post. Be sure to mention things like powers, personality, weaknesses, just stuff that the average reader should know before reading.
You Always Go Over: Wrestling is totally real and the fights are legit, never staged at all, promise. In your write up, your team needs to win. Even if you think your team would lose 9/10 times, mention that in your post, then say how your team wins 1/10 times.
Well, It’s the Big Show: The arena will always be able to hold all the wrestlers inside. No matter if you’re a giant robot, monster, or alien thing, you’ll always find a way to fit inside the ring. The ring is also indestructible, and won’t be destroyed because someone super strong jumped on it or anything like that.
Not Your Gimmick: Characters are assumed to be at the same power level they started the tournament at at all times. To clarify, this means you would not be able to loot Triple H of his Sledgehammer if you beat him in a previous round, or otherwise gain a competitive advantage based on anything that happened in a previous round. This is to aid your opponent in research of your character.
I Guess Every Superhero Needs His Theme Music: You can’t be a wrestling team without an entrance! Give your team a song that fits them. Doesn’t matter what type of song it is, as long as they have some sort of entrance music. It is common for there to be theme music for both each wrestler individually and one for the team, depending on who they are representing when they make their entrance.
Due Date: Whenever you finish tbh, you have three loser’s matches to go through.
Please Vote: If you don’t vote, then you don’t win. It’s that simple. Not voting means you get kicked out of the tournament, so you should probably do that shit ASAP rocky.
Round Specific Rules
Match Type: Royal Rumble. Let me give you a quick rundown of what a Royal Rumble is. A Royal Rumble is a simple match. Every 60 seconds, a new wrestler enters the ring, with a total of 30 wrestlers the whole match. If both of the wrestler’s feet touch the outside of the ring after being thrown over the top rope, they’re considered out. The objective is to throw as many people out of the ring as you can, while staying in the ring as long as you can. To count this as a win, at least one member of your team needs to be the last member remaining in the ring.
Manager Involvement: Becoming BFF’s with Letter. Both managers are side by side in a room with Letter, with headsets on to communicate to their team and real time footage of the fight. So naturally, issuing orders should be easy. However, with the other manager next to you, counter orders will also be easy. As will counter counter orders. As will… you get the idea.
You’re on First!: One of the members of your team was unlucky enough to draw the #1 slot. That means they’ll have to be in the ring from the beginning and last as long as they can against everyone else.
2-30: It’s your job to determine who got numbers 2-30. Now you may be wondering “But there’s only 6 people in this round, how am I supposed to get 24 more?” Well, it’s simple. Get creative. I’ll allow you to choose whoever you want to occupy the other slots, with the only restriction being that they need to be people who have been submitted to a scramble before.
Grounded: “Oh, I’ll just fly around the arena and won’t have to worry about a thing!” Nice try. If you spend more than 15 seconds flying or floating in the air, then gravity will begin to increase around you. It’ll be slow, but if you stay too long in the air, you’ll eventually sink like a stone into the ground. Wouldn’t want to drop like a rock outside the ring, would you?
Stupid Animals…: Making this so complicated. Alright, normally humans just need to touch the ground with their TWO feet to be eliminated. So, for Rainbow Dash, if two of her legs touch outside the arena, she’s out. If four of Kumonga’s legs touch the ground, he’s out. Lastly, considering the T-1000 is a pile of goop, if he gets thrown out the ring at all, he’s out.
Flavor Rules
By God, He’s Broken in Half!: Sometimes, there’s announcers during matches, and announcers usually say some crazy shit. If you so wish, you can write these announcers providing commentary over the match. Your announcers today are… whoever you want them to be.
I can’t believe you’ve done this.: Letter seems like a pretty crazy (and sexy) guy, but every villain must have a reason for doing what they’ve done. So, why is Letter trying to sabotage the scramble?
You can vote on the stories in this voting form. Voting will end on Sunday morning. Get ready to choose your potential future champion!
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u/Cleverly_Clearly Aug 18 '16
Turn 57: Five Knuckle Shuffle
The court had been ushered out of the room. Only Rainbow Dash and Frank stayed behind. This was between them and them alone.
“Why are you here, Frank?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m in hell for my crimes, surrounded by ponies. Jerk off once in Akibahara and it’s a mortal sin or something. Why are you here?”
“I’ve always been here.” Rainbow Dash gestured at the throne room’s luxuriant trappings. “As long as I can remember.”
“Well, you have a shit memory then. Do you remember how you met me? Or what I did for you?”
Rainbow Dash thought. Her mind was a little fuzzy. “Did something happen involving a volcano?” It all felt like a dream she had long ago, and couldn’t remember clearly.
“You made Spider-man choke to death. Do you remember that?”
“I wouldn’t - I would - what are you talking about? How can you say that?”
Frank rolled his eyes. “Wow, you are seriously out of it. Listen up - are you going to believe what I’m going to tell you?”
“Not if it’s unbelievable,” Rainbow Dash said.
“You’ve got a fucking wing on your forehead, you’re an abomination unto God and man, you don’t have a license to disbelieve anything. Get this through your skull - none of this shit is real. You’ve been in a coma for 17 years.”
Rainbow Dash gasped.
“I’m just kidding. You’ve only been out for ten minutes. Not kidding about the coma thing, though. The T-1000 you just fought had a syringe full of mind-rape poison hallucinogen fuck juice tucked away in his body. One of Bonesaw’s safety precautions. That’s what’s coursing through your veins right now. All of this - “ he waved his hands in the air here - “is fake. You’re sitting in a hospital bed.”
“Well, how are you talking to me right now then? Are you real?”
“No, dumbass, Filthy Frank is still dead. I’m just a mere spirit, able to manifest in the minds of those who need him most.”
“Then why are you so rude to me?”
“Because you need a fucking reality check. I’m not going to suck your dick just because it’s your fantasy world. So what, are you going to get out of here? Are you going to save your friends?”
She thought about it. Everything was perfect at first, but now that Frank had brought it up, she started to feel strange. Sick, almost. The memories were becoming a little more clear, a little less fuzzy, but there was still something holding her back. A mental block. Something she couldn’t get around. It wasn’t just whatever poison she got stuck with. There was something else. She couldn’t stand it.
“I guess I’ll do it,” she said.
“Well I’d fucking hope so. You’re supposed to be the Element of Loyalty, aren’t you?”
“But - I don’t know how,” she protested. “Am I just supposed to think about it really hard?”
Frank smiled a rare smile, which didn’t make him any more approachable. If anything, it made him look more devious. “Sort of. That’s usually what happens in kids’ shows like this. But that isn’t going to be enough by itself. To put this in words small enough for you to understand - I am a part of your mind right now, so not only am I smarter than you, I can see exactly what your problem is. Right now, you’re hovering on the verge of life and death, and I think that a sudden spike of adrenaline would be able to put you out of it.”
“So how do I get that?”
“Pain works.”
Frank snapped his fingers. The doors into the room were easily snapped off their hinges, clattering to the floor, revealing the man behind them. A tall and muscular man strode into the room, dragging a metal wastebasket behind him. “So this is a friend of a friend. Red Dick owed me a favor, so he loaned out Prometheus to me for a bit.”
“What’s he going to do?” Dash asked. He was dreadfully intimidating - Polnareff was just as muscular, sure, but at least he smiled.
“Don’t worry. He isn’t going to kill you or violate you or anything like that - unfortunately. But I think that he should be able to cause an adrenaline burst in you strong enough to break you out of your coma.”
Prometheus lifted the trash can over his head.
“Rainbow Dash? Let’s see you grit those teeth.”
And Knuckle Bine has a seven!
It had been a hard-fought battle, but Jack Black was the definitive Go Fish champion. Mewtwo still stood adamant, holding up the shield while the group of four plotted and played. They couldn’t wait around any more. They were going to defeat Mewtwo. They were going to pound dat pussy.
With a curt nod, Jack gave the signal to Johnny Gat, who slipped under the ropes and out of the arena. The others readied themselves, even though they kept their relaxed posture.
Johnny Gat heads off to take a piss break. Who can blame him?
Speaking of...
Oh, don’t leave. Don’t make me sit through this alone. Don’t - God damn it.
Matt walked off, leaving Pat by himself at the announcer’s table. Pat pushed the microphone closer to himself.
Well, the show must go on, know what I mean?
Johnny walked five steps out and turned on the spot. The three remaining opponents in the ring jumped to their feet. It was show time.
Johnny stomped the ground with incredible force, shaking the earth. The wrestling ring, which had already been removed from its foundations by the tornado, shook, and tilted off the floor. Mewtwo was momentarily startled, a small gap becoming apparent in the shield.
In that instant, Knuckle Bine and Travis Touchdown raced forward, sliding underneath the gap between the shield and the floor, reaching out towards Mewtwo. Before Mewtwo could even reach for his spoon, Knuckle Bine reached out and rammed his fist into Mewtwo’s cheek. The impact was enough to knock Mewtwo onto his tail, completely disintegrating the barrier. Mewtwo took seven more hits from Knuckle Bine in the span of that instant, before he hopped back and put his Nen up. Out of the blue, a small, ethereal creature appeared behind Mewtwo. “It’s time. Adding interest.” The numbers on its body began to tick up.
Wait - HOLD ON! The fight’s begun!
Polnareff ran out towards Knuckle, rushing to attack, but Travis Touchdown stood in his path. His beam katana met Silver Chariot’s sword in a shower of sparks as the two clashed again and again. Even with Travis’s great speed, he struggled to defend himself against Silver Chariot’s blows. The vast disparity between their speed became apparent within only a few strikes. His sword was running dangerously low on energy.
“I’ll take this from here.” Polnareff felt the edge of the sword on Silver Chariot’s neck and instantly rolled away, reorienting himself to face the new attacker. Johnny Gat. Jack Black stood behind him, brandishing an electric guitar that he clearly didn’t have before.
Jack Black launched into a blistering guitar solo as Johnny Gat flew into the air. Polnareff flew up to meet him.
“I’m going to send you back to Hell,” Polnareff said, arms folded. “Hell to you!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Are we going to fight or are we going to dick around?”
Polnareff clenched his fists. His muscles were starting to ache from the long fight, but he still held out regardless. “If you’re this desperate to lose, I won’t hold back!”