Planetarion Forums - IFA-C Final

AcidK · 13 Sep 2004, 12:41

*AcidK appeared at the podium and rose his arms, hoping to quiet down the crowds around him. Some were the contestants that did not make it to the finals, others were crowds that were returning from the interlude.*

Well, the finals must go on and now is the time it shall begin. All IFA and IFA-C rules apply (see other thread for references). In the rusty corner, the psychic we all know about... Fluffie!

*Fluffie's ready room burst open with fireworks, smoke and various laser-lighting effects.*

And his oppononent in the Finals, a man that needs a massive introduction but only gets a small one... Inspectre!

*Inspectre's ready room opened with an equal amount of fireworks, smoke and different lighting effects.*

The 72-Hour clock will begin when one contestant makes the first move! Let the finals begin!

Wraith[x] · 23 Sep 2004, 03:44

Ooooh, a fight!

Good luck guys, and most importantly, blow the living... *glances around, noticing the kiddies in the audience* something out of the arena! \o/

mrmao · 23 Sep 2004, 23:19

sit down and open a root beer

AcidK · 27 Sep 2004, 11:47

c'mon Inspectre and Fluffie, you're fighting for the IFA's Championship Title, which at this time none of you have...

Wraith[x] · 6 Oct 2004, 20:45

Wraith decides he should be declared winner, as he was first to appear in the arena...

AcidK · 6 Oct 2004, 23:29

If none of them even make a contribution, Heiro gains the title. I'm giving it one more month before I make this decision tho.

Zorro · 7 Oct 2004, 02:23

*orders a bag of peanuts from a passing vendor*

flapjack · 7 Oct 2004, 09:21

*Flapjack heads out to fetch Heiro, so Heiro can take the victory cup*

Inspectre · 9 Oct 2004, 06:49

Inspectre, the former Arena champion, heard his name being called. For whatever reason, he was slow to respond to the crowd cheering his name, and as the doors to his locker room slid open, they revealed the glaring fact that the competitor that was supposed to be there wasn't. Eventually, however, Inspectre emerged, armed with his by-now trademark handguns and sword. Striding to the center of the arena, he waited his equally missing opponent to appear. And should that opponent appear, Inspectre was prepared to call out to him, "Let's give 'em what they want, eh?"