Chapter X

Succubus was ugly in every definition of the word. A pimplish face with polluted red hair topped off with a fully braced set of teeth which she claimed to be +2% to defense for every tooth in place. Her evil plots were rendered useless by the uncanny guile of ViperGQ.

"You're the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my day. I wouldn't even want to pull my gun out in front of you in fear of it getting contaminated by your horrible presence. Your filthy body is so different from the striking definition of my cheekbones. I'm not gay though, I'm metro." Viper said.

"Is that a threat?" responded Succubus.

"To ugly girls, everything is a threat,"

G-Money interrupted the confrontation: "Viper, I'm her opponent. Leave the bitch alone, she already knows she's ugly."

Topeka was drained of all its oxygen. The pressure mounted. Suddenly it became harder to breathe. And in a few seconds

BANG!

Succubus would stop breathing altogether.

G-Money, the wigger that he is, broke out into rap.

"Put a bullet through yo head
Before you eva got laid in bed
and everyone of us can see
the beautiful irony of your name
of always being too suck yo BUSY
to have anyone suck yo PUSSY"

ViperGQ punched G-Money and knocked him out. The other Yakuza carried him back to the car.

~~~

Stokesy stood on a platform, a person kneeling down before him.

"You who claim to be our ally, what is your name?"

"I am Max."

"I have a job for you to do. I will accept you if you prove that you're indeed a MAX and not a MINimum. HA..HA...HA"

All the members of the Revolutionary Alliance forced a chuckle.

"Get the LFC on our side. Those scousers could prove useful.

~~~

The matchups for the next round were announced the day after.

Yakuza vs. GGL
G~A vs. The Revolutionary Alliance

The G~A found themselves in Chicago, encircled by Stokesy, T12, Anarchy Now!, Magewarfelix and Matt.

Stokesy proposed a unique battle, a quickdraw. Twenty steps, turn around and shoot. Lunatic agreed and everyone found themselves itching to shoot each other.

Lunatic walked up.

"I'm first."

Across him was the prodigy, T12.

One...two...nineteen...twenty.

A blue light lasered past. The speed of which couldn't be comprehended by all the members of the Alliance, save Stokesy.

T12 was dead.

"Your decoy's dead Stokesy."

Stokesy gave Magewarfelix a pat on the back.

"I'm next!"

One...two...ninteen...twenty.

BANG!

Lunatic was on the floor, lifeless.

"Your forum moderating has made you too comfortable. Sometimes it comes down to how quick you press the attack button."

Poison, gripping her gun tightly on one hand and fondling Lunatic's hair with the other, was enraged.

"You're mine Felix."

One...two...nineteen...twenty.
Poison dashed at Felix.
BANG!

Felix missed. The kitchen knife was halway through his neck before he noticed. Felix's head fell like a Greek head statue. Blood fountain.

"God Damnit, I'm tired of this."

Stokesy was behind Poison, nobody noticed him move.
Six shots permeated the chilling Chicago air.

The bodies of Poison, Angellik, the Prince of Portugal... all on the floor. Beside them were the bodies of Matt and Anarchy Now! both looking betrayed.

3djoker had blocked the bullet with the handle of his Revolver. Stokesy left only him alive.

As Joker was running away from the scene, half-crying and half-disgusted at Stokesy for killing his own allies, he noticed the bullet embedded on the handle of his Revolver.

"...this is the same one we found on Amaya's body."