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Witten by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

“The Orange is a fucking canvas and drawn upon her are miles and fucking miles of beautifully open blood-soaked dirt roads. At her center, there is what we of the Orange call the Blood Dome. I am sending you coordinates,” Q of the Orange spoke through a radio channel directly to Terial of the Purple. “Is the flaming Fucks still chasing you with his shiny lightning dildo?”
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth,” Terial looked back. She could see a storm chasing her with a wave of fire not far behind. “Yes, and it is gaining on me,” she replied.
“Fuck yeah I do,” Q smiled as he shifted the gears of his four-wheeled vehicle. “Lead it there, fare warning there may or may not be an event or two already in progress.”
“Got it,” replied Terial.
“I’ll meet you there,” Q disconnected the signal.
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A laughter that could only be drawn from pure insanity echoed over the loudspeakers that lined the stadium walls, “Good Morning Orange and welcome to the fucking Blood Dome!” the announcer licked his old and rusty microphone slowly as the crowd cheered. “I hope you are too prepared to become moist because we are getting fucking drenched in blood today!” The crowd ate his words. “To my right is the Annialator himself. A literal god in his own right, the undefeated, the AllFuckingMighty!” He held his hand out to show the crowd who he was speaking of.
The chiseled brute of an Orange lumbered out and the entire Blood Dome shook with the weight of his footsteps. The crowd cheered as his eyes adjusted to the light. The hulking Orange man held a massive closed fist to the sky as the sun shined through the massive dome cage that held him and his prey, “I am the AllFuckingMighty!” he shouted and the crowd grunted rhythmically like a chant as the AllFuckingMighty awaited his challenger. “All. Fucking. Mighty. All. Fucking. Mighty. All. Fucking. Mighty,” other members of the crowd chanted.
The announcer put his hand up and the crowd silenced, “To my left,” he began. “An unknown challenger who claims to have the power to introduce the AllFuckingMighty to his maker. He stands a mere 5 foot 6 inches, will he prevail or be stricken from existence like the rest.”
The orange man to the announcer’s left hid himself under the brim of his hat and his long coat. He took his hat and threw it to the side, “My name is Krill, do you remember me?”
The AllFuckingMighty began to laugh, “I do remember you, boy.” He took a step towards his opponent. “Your family screamed like tiny girls,” he laughed harder.
Krill ran towards the AllFuckingMighty and leaped into the air, opening his jacket and revealing the impact explosives strapped all over his body. The AllFuckingMighty’s eyes widened as he saw Death creep towards him. Then a jaggedly sharp whip of purple electricity wrapped around Krill and he was pulled and moved to a wall as that wall shattered. Krill was caught by the neck. Edward looked at the explosives on Krill’s chest as Terial flicked her whip and caused them to go off. “Holy Fucking Shit!!!!” the announcer could not contain his excitement it as he flailed his entire body wildly.
“Purple!” shouted the AllFuckingMighty. “You have saved my life. On my word, you shall know no fear of Death for as long as I draw breath.”
A Deathcar burst through the wall behind the AllFuckingMighty, splattering him all over the stadium. “Fucking damn it,” Q shouted. “It’s gonna take me weeks to clean you out of my grill.” He tried to back out but his Deathcar was caught on the AllFuckingMighty’s entrails. “Fuck this,” He kicked the door off and stepped out holding a large Gatling gun and smoking a cigar, handsfree. The debris cleared and there the Fox stood with his sword stabbed, blade first, into the ground before him.
“UnFucking believable!” shouted the announcer. “A woman of the Purple and a man of the Orange have challenged the flaming fucks and his shiny lightning dildo to the Blood Dome!”
A bolt of Purple lightning struck the announcer before he could speak another word, turning him to dust. Another Orange fell from the Dome’s ceiling and into the elevated cage that held the last one. “It begins my Pretties!” he shouted and the crowd cheered. “This is going to be fucking Epic!”
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A flash of purple lightning in the center of the Orange and Brett of the Red was not convinced that what Henry of the Blue had told him was true, “we have to at least check it out. I need proof.”
“Alright I’m in, but we will need transportation,” Henry replied.
A giant lime-green leopard landed on its feet before them and on its back were two women, one of the Yellow and one of the Green. The Green woman had a bow, she held the cat’s reigns. The Yellow woman had a longsword, she sat behind the Green woman. “I am Hensil of the Green and this is my friend, Jain of the Yellow. We seek to end this Fox and bring peace to Rainbow. If you would join us, get on back.”
“You see that storm overhead?” Henry pointed to the concentration of black clouds and purple lightning looming over a ring of fire in the center of the Orange. Hensil and Jain nodded. “We are not doing this without Orange and Purple.”
“We don’t even know if we can trust them yet,” Brett argued.
“Exactly,” Henry replied. “Let them prove we can trust them.”
“And if it is a trap?” questioned Jain.
Brett smiled, “We spring the trap.”
Suddenly the ground shook all around them, “We better hurry then,” said Hensil.
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“Welcome back to the fucking Blood Dome! Today’s carnage is brought to you by WordPress. Press your mother fucking Words bitch!” The announcer stairs at you and the crowd cheers. The announcer turned back to the crowd, “A Purple fucking Ninja and the Oranges own most wanted, the legendary Q, have challenged the Firefucks and its shiny lightning dildo to a fight to the death here at the Blood Dome!”
A bolt of Heaven’s lightning struck the announcer down and another announcer dropped down, grabbed the mic, spun it around by its cord, and caught it before putting it to his mouth. Real smoothly he said, “That was quite a shocking turn of events.” He smiled, “but I am truly ecstatic to be here so let’s jump right into the action with…”
“Are you fucking kidding me, No!” shouted Q. “Stop killing the fucking announcers, they only get more annoying. That’s the entire bid.” His eyes widened, “You aren’t the Firefucks.”
Heaven’s wingspan reached both ends of the dome-shaped cage and her lightning was everywhere. In her left hand, she held a stone wall and that Wall was Hell. In her right hand, she held a blunt mace. The dome was too small for her wings so she touched her bare feet to the ground and the feathers that were her wings became the spikes on her mace. The feathers that remained became her armor. Zesrial dropped Edward, the Wyvern Wall of Deceit, creating a tremor that shook all of Rainbow. She picked Edward up and spun him around as though he were weightless. “Zesrial? What happened?” Edward asked.
“I’ll handle this now and explain later,” Zesrial replied so only Edward could hear her.
“Hell hath no fury folks. It looks like the angel of Heaven herself has come down, in her righteous wrath, wielding Hell to beat us down for our wicked ways.” This announcer was different than most of the Orange, different from anyone on Rainbow. “This is Klim Gymei, Soothslayer of Rainbow, just telling it like it is.”
“Shut up pussy ass bitch!” shouted an orange from the audience. Everyone looked at the Orange man, but he said nothing else.
“Oh, I’m sorry what was that?” Klim asked. “That’s right you can’t answer because you’re dead.” The Orange corpse fell from its seat and the crowd cheered. “Let’s get back to the fight!” Klim sang and the crowd cheered.
“That’s a lovely wall you have there,” Q grinned. “Where’s the hole for you to suck my cock through!”
“Zesrial, remember they have to kill me,” said Edward.
“Yeah, well it’s my turn now,” Zesrial’s thunder began to roll towards her as her lighting built up around her.
“Really,” Terial glared at Q. A flash of Heaven’s lighting and Q bounced off the angels shield wall and went flying across the stadium. Zesrial swung her mace and Terial dodged, opened her whip, wrapped it around Zesrial’s neck. Almost running into the cage wall, which had become electrified by Heaven’s lightning, Q used his chainsaw to lose momentum and force himself back towards the angel he fought. He unsheathed a much smaller chainsaw from his back pocket and pulled the starter with his mouth, revving it with one try. With both chainsaws in hand, Q leaped towards the angel to strick her down. The feathers Zesrial used as armor returned to wings and she blocked the incoming attack. She broke the Purple electric whip and pushed Q back.
Edward took his Fennec form standing next to her. “ We will both die. I’ll take the Orange,” he said glaring at Q with the fury of Hell. “You got Purple?”
Zesrial put her mace away, unsheathed her bow, and drew back a bolt of her lightning aiming it at Terial. “Yup.”
“Is that proof enough for you?” Henry asked Brett as they along with Jain and Hensil entered the stadium bleachers.
Brett had already found a spot in the stands and had popcorn and soda for everyone, “Come on guys! I am told shit is just getting good.”
“Really, Red?” Henry scolded.
“Really, Blue?” Brett replied. “I believe a major part of a peaceful Rainbow starts with embracing other Colors cultures.”
“We aren’t going to help them?” Henry questioned.
“Each of us already killed the Fox,” replied Hensil.
“She’s right, it is only fair we leave them to do this on their own,” insisted Jain.
“See, Blue” Brett pulled Henry down to sit next to him. “Now shut up and enjoy the fight.”
“Firefucks! Whaz up?” Q addressed his opponent. “Welcome to the fucking Blood Dome,” he revved his chainsaws three times each and beckoned the Fox to come closer. “May I take your order.”
Edward pulled a double-edged short sword from his back and held it, backward in his left hand. He then dipped his hand into the Hammerspace and when he pulled it out again there was a gauntlet around it. He clanked the loose gauntlet weights together and blew ashen smoke from his nostrils as flames filled the teeth he bared at Q. “I’ll have you tortured and stuffed with your own words.” He took the stance of his old Order’s standard issue fighting style, the Iron Ram.
Zesrial loosed her lightning bolt, but Terial dodged. With lightning speed, Terial slashed across the stadium. Zesrial shook off her wing, which smoked form the attack it had blocked. She turned to look at Terial and waited to strike. Terial looked at her opponent and readied her suit. Both remained silent as the anticipation built. Edward and Hero of Orange fought on in the background. Flashes of Purple electricity and bolts of Heaven’s lighting appeared, disappeared, and reappeared over and over again as Zesrial and the Hero of Purple fought each other at light speed.
Edward ran towards the Hero of Orange, charging like a ram. “Ha!” Q laughed as he swung one chainsaw down upon the Fox.
Before the chainsaw struck, however, Edward came up and caught it with the gauntlet as the saw’s chain scraped and sparked against it. “Iron Ram!” Edward shouted with a headbutt that sent Q reeling back. Then he swung his off hand short sword, but Q blocked with his off hand chainsaw.
The two locked weapons and grinned at each other, bearing teeth, “I haven’t had this much fun since I single-handedly brought down the put an end to the last Orange high council,” Q laughed.
“I am glad you are having fun, Quince Tracer,” the Fox replied and Q saw Hell in its eyes. “You belong to me.”
Q laughed, “Fuck Yeah!” he reversed the rotation of the chains on his saws, unlocking himself from the Fox’s hold.
Another flash of Purple electricity and another bolt of Heaven’s lighting. Zesrial and terial slid away from each other. She looked into the Angel’s eyes and Terial saw Heaven in them. In her head she could hear its voice say; “You belong to me, Terial Sharha.”
Terial readied for a swordman’s draw as Q pulled his handgun and took aim at the Fox’s head. Q pulled the trigger and a knife flew from the modified barrel, at the same time Terial rushed towards the Angel with a flash of Purple electricity. Q’s knife pierced the Fox’s skull at the same time as Terial’s blade wrapped around the Angel’s wings. Edward fell and watched as Zesrial’s wings were ripped off. Terial picked up one wing and swung it down, decapitating the Angel. The Fox disappeared in a vortex of flame and the Angel disappeared on a bolt of lightning that struck a mountain far off in the BRB. Q and Terial fell down, lying on their backs next to each other and breathing heavily. Q turned to Terial, “Hey, wanna fuck?”
Terial gave him a disgusted look, then thought for a moment and sighed, “Yes, yes I would.” And they did.

“Bow-chicka wow wow, Yeah!!!” shouted Klim. “Hey, what can I say? I’m of the fucking Orange!”
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This has been the Year of the Wyyvern!
Thank you so much, WordPress! I’ve had a lot of fun working with your UI. I look forward to another year of Epic storytelling using your blog until I get my own website. The year may be over but the Season is not done and we have 6 more seasons after before Volume 1 is complete. A big thank you to all you readers out there and even if you haven’t read anything until now I may have been inspired by you anyway so, Thanks! X3… Thanks again for reading and have a happy New Year, Epic!
Sincerely, Stu Writer