\-|:: Legend ::|-/

[kidluck]

KEY Meltdown Tarka Guard Tavi

It's said that the West was built on legends. And that legends are a way of understanding things greater than ourselves. Forces that shape our lives, events that defy explaination. Individuals whose lives soar to the heavens or fall to the earth. This is how legends are born. The dense forest crept across the land like an emerald prison. The leaves were floating casually towards the ground and the twigs were snapping from trees and falling. There was the occasional tree trunk which had a plethora of bugs and arachnids living it, as well as fascinating colored mould. Meltdown laid in the middle of a clearing, staring up at the overcast sky into the grey clouds, looming ominously overhead. His toned arms were behind his head and he yawned, this yawn broke the silence as several birds flew out of the trees. Meltdowns bare feet could feel the occasional blade of grass flick against his sensitive soles, making him shudder in a neurotic shock. He was wearing a simple pair of jet black wrestling tights, which were already ripped from the rough twigs and undergrowth. His face was no longer plain, with mud under his eyes and grass shavings rubbed on his face to give a greenish tinge, occasionally streaked with charcoal and mud to give a camouflaged effect. He was bare chested and his body was also treated in the same way, except several leaves and blades of grass were stuck to him. He got to his feet as a twig snapped beneath a boot, sending birds flying out of their nests. Tarka slowly stepped into the clearing In this forest..There are seven men..You are at the beginning. They will be on patrols..you must avoid capture by them and reach the bottom of the mountain where me and Tavi will be waiting..Succeeding will be goal number one..Succeeding shows you are no longer the hunted..but a hunter in your own right.. I just want to be a legend.. You will be..just complete this task.. Tarka put a silver whistle to his lips and blew it shrilly..The hunt was on. Meltdown dashes through the thick undergrowth. His heart was pounding painfully against his ribcage, feeling as if he was going to burst open. He jumped over the jagged root of a tree and looked around. No clearings, thick thorn bushes and trees along with clotted undergrowth. He squatted and kept deadly still, breathing slowly as not to attract any noise. He wiped away several cut blades of grass to reveal a bootprint. He heard a twig snap several feet away. He slowly hugged against a tree and peered out.. I cannot believe I am saddled up with this crap. A guard, wearing full woodland camouflage overalls with a black woolen balaclava was standing around, holding a paintball gun. Meltdown knew if he was shot, the task would be over. He stepped out and his body was in full view, he snuck behind the person and brought a thunderous elbow down near the joint of his neck, sending his body crashing unconscious to the floor. Birds scattered through the sky as he heard footsteps becoming louder near him They know i'm here... He twisted his body and dashed through the forest, ducking under branches and hopping over roots and undergrowth, he tripped and held out his hands to stop him falling face-first into a bramble bush, cutting his hands painfully with dozens of tiny nicks against his skin, he wiped the small amount of blood on his chest and continued. He saw a guard up ahead and ran towards him, piruetting around him and kicking the back hinge of his legs, he fell to his knees and Meltdown delivered a thunderous kick to the back of his head. The guard groggily swayed on his knees, Meltdown walked to the front of the guard Last.. He delivered a thunderous straight kick to the guards chest True.. He delivered a second kick to the guards gut WARRIOOOOOOOORRRR!!!!!! He jumped up and span, delivering a thunderous roundhouse kick which cracked the guard in the side of the temple, sending him to the floor. Meltdown fell to one knee, looking around. He mumbled under his breath, a shot of cold wind blasting him in the chest, his words becoming nothing more than a silvery mist drifting dreamily out of his mouth. He stood up and looked around, muttering under his breath. The emerald-colored undergrowth seemed to close in on him as he walked forward, his hands aching in white-hot pain from the tiny cuts inflicted on them. He shook his shoulders in tiredness and kept walking Buddy Love better watch his back...I am his hunter and he will be the hunted...They say that every man has a hunter of their own..Well for Buddy Love, he needs to look no further than the merciless dragons eyes. He lives a life of non-stop partying, alcohol and women. He knows that his time as champion was over before it even began. I am going to show him how a true champion acts and works. I won't scar the honorable name of Mid-Atlantic Champion with sinful acts..I AM THE LAST TRUE WARRIOR!!!! I WILL SHOW DETERMINATION AND GUTS AND I WILL BECOME CHAMPION!!!! A red splatter of paint appears on the mighty oak to Meltdowns left, his gravelly, gruff voice having given his position away. He hides behind a tree, peering out at the guard who has his gun trained at where Meltdown used to be Amateur.. He scuttles up a tree like a chimpanzee and hops onto a branch, perching like a woodpecker and looking down on the top of the balaclava OI, ASSHOLE! The last thing the guard sees for a while is Meltdowns feett as he jumps off the branch and cracks the sole of both his feet off the guards skull in an unorthadox missile dropkick. He looks at the guards unconscious body, sneering in a merciless glee Just like Buddy...Useless,Pathetic asshole He steps over the body and looks around, his eyes peering through the cracks of foliage for the white cloth, he sees it standing out behind a huge bunching of thorn bushes. He cuttles up a tree and looks down, seeing Tarka and Tavi standing there, along with one final guard a few feet away. Meltdown jumps down and scissors his legs on the guards shoulders Pray. He spins and headscissors the guards, sending him headfirst into the rotten trunk of a tree. Meltdown lands on one knee and looks up at an impressed Tarka A test? Give me a break.. Meltdown walked forward and swung his foot up so it was almost touching his head before swinging it down and slashing the cloth in two, crossing the line and bowing to Tarka. Tavi gave an over-enthusiastic clap Congratulations. Is that it? I just survived your f**king gauntlet! Although it was more like...a...hmm...PLAYPEN! Tarka flinched back in disgust for a moment, but gave a simple smile You did not think it was going to be that easy, did you? Tarka nudged his head back What now?! It's not as big as the personal mountain you're going to try and climb, but it comes quite close Oh shit. Meltdown looks up at the behemoth-like rocky mountain which looms a shadow over the forest, he can easily spot the twisting and winding paths, but that doesn't bother him. What bothers him is that he must go straight up without a break nor a rest. Tavi gives a small smirk Sorry hun... Meltdown walks past, nudging Tarka lightly with his shoulder, showing resistance against his 'master'. He stands in the cool, grey shadow and looks up..... Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low He laces his fingers and cracks them as he walks towards the mountain, breaking into a slow jog as all the thoughts of Ocean City Slam and Buddy Love melt away from his mind..

To be continued..