DEATHSTROKE vs JASON
Slade Wilson
The speed, reflexes, durability, strength, and agility of this ‘Terminator’ is greatly enhanced beyond that of a normal human being. He also has a healing factor in his blood, but it has limitations, as it can not regrow entire organs or limbs. He is a master at many martial arts, including Boxing, Karate, Bōjutsu, Jujutsu, Jujitsu and Ninjutsu. He is also a tactical genius, and can easily find himself a way out of almost any situation he’s thrown into. His own suit is designed to take blows that would otherwise prove lethal. He is skilled with any type of weapon, whether it be a firearm or a blade, he can use it efficiently. His weapon of last resort is his staff, which can fire bullets from both ends, and he’s most skilled with it.
Jason Voorhees
Jason has evolved through death and blood into a creature of near invulnerability. He feels no pain, while having superhuman strength, regenerative abilities, and his iconic machete. He can withstand and shrug off most blows and fire, while also being immune to fire and drowning. He seeks revenge over his death as a child, and seeks to kill those who act immorally. Jason can do very little at a distance, but has excellent aim, and has several throwing knives. But don’t get close. His incredible strength would be sure to finish off any normal person.
Setting
Gotham City Alleyway - Night
Intro
“Who the hell is this.” A tall, kneeling figure questioned aloud as he brought a set of binoculars up to his face, where he looked through with one eye at a hulking figure hacking with a machete hacking away at a well-dressed man crying for help and forgiveness. This massive man was killing Deathstroke’s target, and this angered him. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Quickly, Slade leaped from the building roof, putting his binoculars back.
Jason held the limp corpse of the man he’d just killed, before throwing it into the wall, turning around to leave, but came to a stop as he noticed the figure standing across from him.
“I can’t go back empty handed. Mind if I borrow your head?” Slade asked quietly as he brought his arm up, reaching behind him, pulling out a sword, his signature blade, and held it defensively.
Jason said nothing in reply, only cocking his head slightly to the side.
FIGHT
Jason made the first move, quickly stomping towards Deathstroke, raising his machete. Slade quickly slashed with his sword before leaping back. The gash ripped open a hole in Jason, but nothing spewed out. The dead man stopped, looking down at his ‘wound’, before looking back up at Slade.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He groaned quietly as Voorhees advanced again, this time taking off at a sprint at Slade, who leaped into the air, pulling out an SMG, opening fire on Jason from above.
The bullets sunk into Jason’s body, but he didn’t slow down as he slammed into the wall, before whipping around and heading back at Slade, who opened fire once again. Jason quickly dodged into cover behind a dumpster, and grabbed said dumpster by it’s sides.
Slade stopped firing, seeing as his new target had just dodged into cover. He took this as an opportunity to reload.
As he released the used clip and pulled out a new one, the dumpster was suddenly hurled at Slade, who noticed it in time, and jumped to the side, barely missing it.
He was quick to get up, whirling about only to find the man with the hockey mask standing right there before him.
Before Slade could react, he felt an immensely powerful grip tighten around his throat as he was lifted into the air. Instinctually, Slade made to break Jason’s arm, but despite anything harmful Slade could throw at the man, it seemed to do nothing. Could this really be it?
Jason raised his other arm, machete still in hand, and brought it down.
Using all of his strength, Deathstroke stopped the arm before Jason could cause harm, but felt the grip on his throat tighten. Slade grabbed a handy combat knife on him, and deftly slashed.
He fell to the ground, and quickly rolled away before Jason’s severed hand had even hit the pavement.
Jason looked down at the hand that had just been his, before looking back up at Deathstroke. He still didn’t utter a sound, which almost unsettled Slade. This man was undead. That much was clear now.
Pulling out his sword again, Slade was the one to attack this time, leaping at Jason, shoving his blade directly into where the heart was supposed to be.
With a sickening, squishy sound, the blade protruded out of Jason’s back, but he paid little attention to it as he slashed with his own machete.
The blade tore open Deathstrokes armor, cutting down to the bone. The assassin stumbled back from the blow, only to find Jason ram into him.
Deathstroke was flung into a wall, and it crumbled beneath the immense pressure, as Slade broke through the wall, falling to the floor on the inside of a strip club.
“I need to play my cards differently.” Slade thought as he glanced down at the bloody gash. It hurt like hell, but was already healing. “You’re good.” Slade told Jason. “But not good enough.” He growled as he charged.
Jason… my special, special boy.
The killer blocked the attack of the other killer, before slamming his face into Slades, causing the other man to crumple, only for a moment.
Do you know what your gift is?
Deathstroke quickly slashed upwards, cutting through Jason’s gut. The wearer of the hock mask only kicked Slade in reply, in the gut. Slade was sent flying back again.
You cannot die. You can never die.
His machete lay on the ground behind him as Jason lifted Deathstroke by his head, slowly crushing the assassin’s skull. But Slade wasn’t nearly finished. “You… forgot… one thing…” He muttered.
Jason tilted his head to the side as he stared blankly at Deathstroke. “I still have a gun.” Slade lifted an arm, his second SMG in his hand as he opened fire on Jason’s face.
The hockey mask was ripped to shreds as water, skull, and brain matter was shattered and splattered everywhere. Jason released his grip on Slade, who fell to the ground, landing in his feet as he watched Jason stumble back, clutching at where his head once was, before falling back, truly dead.
Deathstroke glared at the corpse, before turning away. “They’d better pay me double.”
DEATHSTROKE WINS
Next Match: Rick Grimes vs Joel Miller
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Slade Wilson
The speed, reflexes, durability, strength, and agility of this ‘Terminator’ is greatly enhanced beyond that of a normal human being. He also has a healing factor in his blood, but it has limitations, as it can not regrow entire organs or limbs. He is a master at many martial arts, including Boxing, Karate, Bōjutsu, Jujutsu, Jujitsu and Ninjutsu. He is also a tactical genius, and can easily find himself a way out of almost any situation he’s thrown into. His own suit is designed to take blows that would otherwise prove lethal. He is skilled with any type of weapon, whether it be a firearm or a blade, he can use it efficiently. His weapon of last resort is his staff, which can fire bullets from both ends, and he’s most skilled with it.
Jason Voorhees
Jason has evolved through death and blood into a creature of near invulnerability. He feels no pain, while having superhuman strength, regenerative abilities, and his iconic machete. He can withstand and shrug off most blows and fire, while also being immune to fire and drowning. He seeks revenge over his death as a child, and seeks to kill those who act immorally. Jason can do very little at a distance, but has excellent aim, and has several throwing knives. But don’t get close. His incredible strength would be sure to finish off any normal person.
Setting
Gotham City Alleyway - Night
Intro
“Who the hell is this.” A tall, kneeling figure questioned aloud as he brought a set of binoculars up to his face, where he looked through with one eye at a hulking figure hacking with a machete hacking away at a well-dressed man crying for help and forgiveness. This massive man was killing Deathstroke’s target, and this angered him. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Quickly, Slade leaped from the building roof, putting his binoculars back.
Jason held the limp corpse of the man he’d just killed, before throwing it into the wall, turning around to leave, but came to a stop as he noticed the figure standing across from him.
“I can’t go back empty handed. Mind if I borrow your head?” Slade asked quietly as he brought his arm up, reaching behind him, pulling out a sword, his signature blade, and held it defensively.
Jason said nothing in reply, only cocking his head slightly to the side.
FIGHT
Jason made the first move, quickly stomping towards Deathstroke, raising his machete. Slade quickly slashed with his sword before leaping back. The gash ripped open a hole in Jason, but nothing spewed out. The dead man stopped, looking down at his ‘wound’, before looking back up at Slade.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He groaned quietly as Voorhees advanced again, this time taking off at a sprint at Slade, who leaped into the air, pulling out an SMG, opening fire on Jason from above.
The bullets sunk into Jason’s body, but he didn’t slow down as he slammed into the wall, before whipping around and heading back at Slade, who opened fire once again. Jason quickly dodged into cover behind a dumpster, and grabbed said dumpster by it’s sides.
Slade stopped firing, seeing as his new target had just dodged into cover. He took this as an opportunity to reload.
As he released the used clip and pulled out a new one, the dumpster was suddenly hurled at Slade, who noticed it in time, and jumped to the side, barely missing it.
He was quick to get up, whirling about only to find the man with the hockey mask standing right there before him.
Before Slade could react, he felt an immensely powerful grip tighten around his throat as he was lifted into the air. Instinctually, Slade made to break Jason’s arm, but despite anything harmful Slade could throw at the man, it seemed to do nothing. Could this really be it?
Jason raised his other arm, machete still in hand, and brought it down.
Using all of his strength, Deathstroke stopped the arm before Jason could cause harm, but felt the grip on his throat tighten. Slade grabbed a handy combat knife on him, and deftly slashed.
He fell to the ground, and quickly rolled away before Jason’s severed hand had even hit the pavement.
Jason looked down at the hand that had just been his, before looking back up at Deathstroke. He still didn’t utter a sound, which almost unsettled Slade. This man was undead. That much was clear now.
Pulling out his sword again, Slade was the one to attack this time, leaping at Jason, shoving his blade directly into where the heart was supposed to be.
With a sickening, squishy sound, the blade protruded out of Jason’s back, but he paid little attention to it as he slashed with his own machete.
The blade tore open Deathstrokes armor, cutting down to the bone. The assassin stumbled back from the blow, only to find Jason ram into him.
Deathstroke was flung into a wall, and it crumbled beneath the immense pressure, as Slade broke through the wall, falling to the floor on the inside of a strip club.
“I need to play my cards differently.” Slade thought as he glanced down at the bloody gash. It hurt like hell, but was already healing. “You’re good.” Slade told Jason. “But not good enough.” He growled as he charged.
Jason… my special, special boy.
The killer blocked the attack of the other killer, before slamming his face into Slades, causing the other man to crumple, only for a moment.
Do you know what your gift is?
Deathstroke quickly slashed upwards, cutting through Jason’s gut. The wearer of the hock mask only kicked Slade in reply, in the gut. Slade was sent flying back again.
You cannot die. You can never die.
His machete lay on the ground behind him as Jason lifted Deathstroke by his head, slowly crushing the assassin’s skull. But Slade wasn’t nearly finished. “You… forgot… one thing…” He muttered.
Jason tilted his head to the side as he stared blankly at Deathstroke. “I still have a gun.” Slade lifted an arm, his second SMG in his hand as he opened fire on Jason’s face.
The hockey mask was ripped to shreds as water, skull, and brain matter was shattered and splattered everywhere. Jason released his grip on Slade, who fell to the ground, landing in his feet as he watched Jason stumble back, clutching at where his head once was, before falling back, truly dead.
Deathstroke glared at the corpse, before turning away. “They’d better pay me double.”
DEATHSTROKE WINS
Next Match: Rick Grimes vs Joel Miller
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