Alright, let's actually get some content back in here- here's the draft script to the first part of the MWT Round 6. This follows Strop's defeat at the hands of Sasquatch, Yeti and the fake banhammer of lightning.
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Strop sinks to his knees, then his face and blacks out. He starts going through a hazy montage of bad memories.
Strop: I have been defeated. Am I still unable to face conflict? Am I still so weak? Is this ever the path to justice?
The memories continue until he recalls something that his mother kept saying to him- about how it was not in his nature to fight, and how he should direct his efforts elsewhere.
Strop: Maybe this is not the way. Not the way for me. I've been a fool, haven't I?
Just then a foot pokes Strop in the ribs. He looks up. Somebody is standing over him but since the sun is high in the sky, he cannot see who it is.
Strop: Huh...mum?
Kai: Cute, but no.
Kai looks even worse than Strop recalls, and sounds just as tired too. Strop is slightly flustered at the rather mistaken identity.
Strop: Oh, hi there.
Kai: You should get up, they will be here soon.
Strop: Who are they?
Strop sits up slowly, his limbs stiff and his joints cracking. Kai sways a little, but manages to keep upright, albeit barely.
Kai: People...monsters...
Strop: Hm, yes, are they coming for me now that I've lost?
Kai: They are coming...for everybody.
Strop seems unusually subdued, but given the turmoil his mind is in presently it is hardly surprising. He looks up at Kai, more alert now.
Strop: Gee, are you okay? You should probably rest you know.
Kai: I had stuff to do, like getting you up.
Strop: Oh...yeah...thanks I guess.
Strop hauls himself to his feet, now more acutely aware of the seeming urgency of the impending situation.
Strop: So, when are they coming?
Kai: Right about now, maybe.
Then the sun starts to drop, and the moon comes, and the cycle speeds up until day and night blurs by. The ruins start to fade, blowing into sand until all that is left is sand.
Strop looks alarmed at this very peculiar phenomenon.
Strop: What is this!?
Kai: Time.
Kai turns back towards the tower, now the lone structure standing in this endless desert that surrounds them. Strop stands, dazed and forlorn, hands held to his head in utter incomprehension. Then monsters, humanoid mutants rise out of the ground around him, just as one of the windows in the tower shatters and many characters pour out into the chaos. It is all too surreal for him to respond.
Strop: What can I do now?
MWT Round 6: To Dust Shall We Return
Several monsters surround Strop, closing in on him. One takes a swing, which Strop diffidently dodges. He sways out of the way of the next, and jumps over a sweep only to be collected by a giant fist. Winded, he rolls to a stop.
Strop: There's too many of them!
Strop sweeps sand up at the approaching monsters but this does not slow them. He is kicked in the ribs, and goes skidding along the sand until he lies flat on his back.
Strop: It's like last time...I couldn't move...but this time, I can't find the will...to go on.
The monsters loom over Strop. A long claw shoots out at Strop's chest, and he twists to the side, but not quickly enough. It goes through his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. Strop screams in agony. Unrelenting, the monsters prepare to strike again.
Strop: Would I die in a place like this? I guess I should have always known...death comes to us all.
Just then there is a flash of movement and the monsters fly back, replaced by another figure, who glowers down at him superciliously.
Strop: You again.
Orlestat: Don't think I'm helping you. There's just more fighting to be had here, since you're so hopeless.
Strop sits up, clutching his bleeding shoulder.
Strop: Is that so?
Another monster looms up behind Strop, who remains oblivious. Orlestat is forced to spring into action, leaping forward and shredding the monster in two.
Orlestat: Don't test my motives, when you need first test your own!
Strop: What if I'm unworthy myself?
Orlestat stops mid-strike. They seem to occupy some clearing for Orlestat has driven the monsters back. Orlestat stares at Strop.
Orlestat: This is not like you at all.
Strop: I just lost my match. It's over.
Orlestat: You fool. You lost, so what? Are you bound by the rules of this world?
Strop: But you were saying earlier...
Orlestat: It is not I who contradicted myself, but you. If you really have changed your mind, then you can die here.
Orlestat turns his back to Strop obstinately. The monsters are closing in once again. Strop takes out a bandage and starts wrapping it around his wounded arm- which has been rendered immobile, then he stands.
Strop: I guess I did want to get to the bottom of this, after all.
Orlestat: What folly. (Then his countenance changes) That's more like it.
The monsters approach once more. Strop and Orlestat stand back to back, Orlestat covering Strop's useless arm, ready to fight.
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I don't intend to portray much more of Strop and Orlestat in action as there will be many other fights going on and this is peripheral to the match between Sasquatch etc. and Xzeno.
