[FFML] [teaser][multicrossover] r.s.t. ULTIMA

[Mythril Moth]

From: "A. Z." <xinaji at gmail.com>
To: "The Fanfiction Mailing List" <ffml at chez-vrolet.net>
Subject: Re: [FFML] [teaser][multicrossover] r.s.t. ULTIMA


> Promise you won't quit two episodes from the conclusion this time? Please?

I promise I'll try not to leave anything hanging, because I was as 
frustrated as everyone else when Ultra utterly failed to end, and I couldn't 
really lend a hand to get it finished, badly as I wanted to.

But seeing as I will be doing this entire project solo, and what I have 
planned is...SIGNIFICANTLY more involved than Ultra, if I can get everything 
working just right...expect delays, expect lengthy hiatuses. Ultra was 
enough of a bitch to write for, and it was a rotating-authors impro. Writing 
six fights per episode solo, and dealing with the other little surprises I 
have in store...it'll be a time-eater. (I'm even halfway considering 
dropping certain entirely unnecessary multimedia elements from the project, 
although I absolutely do not want to do that...I'm going over the logistics 
of what's involved as we speak.)

But I absolutely promise I'll stick with it, even if delays occur, and I 
hope everyone will enjoy it. :)

From: "Chaeotica" <chaeotica at gmail.com>
To: "The Fanfiction Mailing List" <ffml at chez-vrolet.net>
Subject: Re: [FFML] [teaser][multicrossover] r.s.t. ULTIMA


> Wow, this is nostalgic!  I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with
> this.
>
> So, what's the r.s.t. stand for?

I'm under contractual obligation not to reveal that, and considering I am a 
direct employ of the operating manager of Ultima, and knowing what happens 
to people who cross him, I'm not risking it.

I am, however, authorized to leak the first match in its entirely. 
Additionally, as head promoter for Ultima, I'm pleased to announce that for 
the release of each episode, one match, selected at random, will be posted 
to the FFML. However, for various reasons, ONLY one match from each episode 
will be posted here. The full episodes will be available exclusively at the 
Ultima website, which is still under construction. When it's ready, I'll 
post a link.

So, here's a promise of what's to come...

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"The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time 
limit. Our first challenger, hailing from Woodcrest, the self-proclaimed 
voice of the truth, political activist, and martial arts expert...give it up 
for HUUUUUUUUUEY FREEEEEEEEEEMAN!!"

A young black child with a huge afro trudged down the catwalk, hands in the 
pockets of his baggy jeans, mouth set in a perpetual frown. He eyed the 
crowd surrounding him on all sides, shook his head, and stepped into the 
ring.

"Aaaaaaand his opponent...originally from Springwood! Current address 
HELL..."

Over the pounding metal riffs, the voices of a chorus of little girls could 
be heard chanting a nursery rhyme.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."

"The Springwood Slasher, the son of a hundred maniacs...please welcome..."

The announcer's microphone went dead in a shower of sparks. A deep, echoing 
laugh resounded through the arena; the canvas in the center of the ring tore 
open, and a tall, lanky figure emerged. Dusty work shoes. Dingy brown 
trousers. A. filthy, tattered old red and green striped sweater. A beat-up 
brown fedora. A face made entirely of twisted, inhuman burn scars. A glove 
to which four long, curved razor blades had been affixed.

"Get ready...for Freddy," he taunted in a deep, menacing voice.

Huey raised an eyebrow. "Aw HELL no."

=MATCH #1=

=HUEY FREEMAN vs FREDDY KRUEGER=

=F I G H T !=

The announcer left the ring through the gate Huey had entered. From the 
opposite gate, a gleaming golden robot entered the ring. As soon as it did 
so, both ring gates automatically closed and loudly locked.

"In Ultima, there are no ringouts," Koiwai explained from ringside. "Wins 
are determined by knockout, count-out, forfeit, or death. All fighters are 
encouraged to avoid killing their opponents if at all possible. If there's 
no winner when time expires, the judges in our review booth will rule on the 
match outcome. Otherwise, match results will be decided by our referee, 
C-3PO."

Freddy leaned against the rails, scraping his blades along the metal with a 
dreadful screech and a shower of sparks. "You're a little younger than my 
usual playmates."

"That's not the way I heard it," Huey replied.


The burned child molester chuckled darkly. "That was a long time ago," he 
said. He stretched, popping his neck. "Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna--"

Huey pulled a set of nunchaku out of the back of his pants. "Whenever you're 
ready, Freddy."

"Ooooh, nice toy." With a menacing sneer, the nightmare made flesh began 
circling the ring, stalking the young boy. Huey watched him warily, spinning 
his weapon idly at his side.

"And it looks like we're starting the inaugural battle of Ultima with a lot 
of taunting," Koiwai said, looking bored at the announcer's table.

"Hey, what the hell kind of messed-up match is this?" his partner asked. 
"What idiot decided a little kid would fight...THAT?"

"The idiot signing our paychecks, Jumbo," Koiwai pointed out.

"Well...yeah, but even so..."

In the ring, Freddy lunged at Huey, claws extended. Huey dropped to the 
canvas, lashing out with a foot to trip the serial killer. As Freddy 
stumbled, Huey launched himself into the air with one hand, spun around, and 
kicked Freddy in the back of the head. As he landed, he lashed out at his 
opponent's knee with his nunchaku, then backflipped away, landing lightly by 
the rails.

Freddy staggered, claws shredding the canvas. He turned and faced Huey, 
snarling. "Alright, kid, you got some good moves. I like that. It wouldn't 
be as much fun if we didn't have more time to play..."

"Whatever," Huey replied. Swinging his nunchaku up above his head, he 
wrapped it around one of the ring rails and swung up; at the height of his 
swing, he unwrapped the weapon from the rail, grabbing on with his free hand 
and pushing himself even higher. He somersaulted, lashing out with the 
nunchaku again to grab the top rail.

"That kid's one hell of an acrobat," Jumbo said. "But what's he doing--?"

"Ooooh, running away?" Freddy sneered.

Not bothering to respond, Huey touched the rail with both feet and pushed 
off hard, aiming himself at the center of the ring in a diving side kick.

"Oh, please," Freddy scoffed, rocking back into a defensive stance and 
raising his blades to messily intercept his opponent...

And Huey tucked into a roll, twisting sideways and striking out with his 
nunchaku, cracking the weapon against the back of Freddy's hand. Bones 
cracked audibly; many in the audience winced.

"OUCH!" Jumbo cried. "A powerful strike for the pint-sized powerhouse!"

Huey landed on the canvas and turned to face Freddy, dropping into a loose 
ready stance.

The burned killer howled in pain and turned to face his opponent. "You 
little son of a--"

"Your move," Huey taunted, making a come-hither gesture.

Freddy lunged at Huey, rage in his eyes. He missed by a mile and plowed into 
the canvas. The black boy jumped onto his back, swung his nunchaku over his 
head, and brought it down hard. There was a loud, sickening crack as the 
nunchaku struck the back of Freddy's head.

"Oh my GOD!" Jumbo roared. "The Freeman boy's busting some skulls!"

"Had enough?" Huey asked, idly twirling his nunchaku.

Threepio walked over and administered the count. When Freddy failed to rise, 
the droid amplified his speech processors. "The winner, by knockout, is Huey 
Freeman."

The crowed roared approval. The gates opened, and medics rushed in with a 
stretcher to collect the downed serial killer. As Huey walked out of the 
ring, he raised one fist in a salute, head bowed and eyes closed.

"What an INCREDIBLE way to start our show!" Jumbo exclaimed. "And coming up 
next...our first tag-team match! Don't go anywhere, folks, ULTIMA is JUST! 
GETTING! STARTED!"

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And there you have it...a little taste of what's on the horizon.

(Pretend I posted correct disclaimers for this match; I'm far too lazy to 
bother with it right now.)


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