Max Crawford vs. Matthew Burroughs (Tournement)

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tomduo	Max Crawford vs. Matthew Burroughs (Tournement)	Lead	[-]
Posts: 639 (05/12/07 13:52) More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None A crowd gathered around the arena. The dusty winds of the musty air of Mars blew, cooled and conditioned by Martian terraforming factories. It allowed this display, and the specatators have been drooling for this matchup of the Final Four. The siren blared across the field, while the final tuneups of the two contenders suits were finished. The crew smiled, looking at the faint sun in happiness. Today would be a great day. "Attention! The match will begin in 1 minute. Begin final preparations for this final matchup qualifying match!" The crowd cheered at the words of the announcer. They were hungry for blood, and this matchup would not disappoint. Last Edited By: tomduo 05/14/07 12:11. Edited 1 time.
Comrade Todd		#1	[-]
Posts: 36 (05/14/07 15:15) More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Matt shook his head at the antiquated suit's controls. A pair of simple joysticks, a few buttons, a switch here and there - it looked like an old arcade machine. What I wouldn't give for a keyboard right now. He was dying to rip the junk suit apart and start reconfiguring things, but the rules specifically forbid it. Matt sighed. Analog was so out of date. Oh well, he thought sadly, I'll just pretend I'm playing Asteroids. Matt's suit stepped forward into the arena, suddenly bathed by the roar of the crowd. Ah, humanity - what a wonderful race. He hefted his spear and shook it at the crowd, a bit of showmanship before the match started. The crowd roared even louder. He lowered the spear toward his opponent and raised his shield, ready for the match to begin. It's go time, mothahumpa. KIRBY GODDAMMIT
Shogo5000		#2	[-]
Posts: 38 (05/17/07 17:41) More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The antique suit that seemed to sadden Matt was a familiar hing for he man called Max. These arena matches were where he started his career. Though his time piloting what some would call "real" mobile suits did have the unfortunate side effect of lingering awkwardness. This should be fun . . . provided no one tries to arrest me. Terrorism can be such a burden sometimes. As his suit stepped out into the open, met by a shower of cheers much like Matt had been, Max couldn't help but feel a litle nostalgiac. Though the fight might be interesting with the different loadouts, a shield mounted on each forearm and a sword in each hand. The strategy was incredibly simplistic. Make sure he can defend or attack at any moment. It's go time. All Hail The Sugar Fuhrer!
Comrade Todd		#3	[-]
Posts: 36 (05/18/07 06:28) More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The other suit entered the arena. There was a strange electricity in the air, a buzz that hovered just above the crowd. Excitement. Anticipation. Tension. Matt's heart raced. Time seemed to slow as the adrenaline pulsed through his veins, like a live-wire at the base of his spine, trying to push him over the edge. His hands tightened on the controls, a single bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. Matt fought the urge to charge his opponent head-on. Holding the suit's large shield so that it covered most of the body from view, he lowered his spear toward the enemy, daring him to attack. He always liked to let his opponent make the first move. Show me what ya got. KIRBY GODDAMMIT

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Max Crawford vs. Matthew Burroughs (Tournement)