"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! THE OMEGA ARENA HAS JUST OPENED IN POCKET D! WE OFFER A CHALLENGE OF A LIFE TIME IN JUST ONE DAY! HEROES VS. VILLAINS, HEROES VS. HEROES, VILLAINS VS. VILLAINS! IT IS THE ULTIMATE FIGHT TO SEE WHO IS THE MOST POWERFUL SUPERBEING!"
This message rang out during the first hours of the morning. Throughout both the Rogue Isle and Paragon City, the message was heard by everyone.
An arena. A challenge. And a prize unknown. Most metahumans were excited by the challenge and rushed to Pocket D at once. But somewhere in the shadows, a dark figure was plotting something. Something diabolical.
Coldfire was sitting at the bar in Pocket D drinking with his ally Blade of Dragon as Becky was dancing with some other heroes waiting for the doors to open to the new arena. Coldfire wasn't excited about the fight at all. Just a bunch of morons who thought they had what it takes to be the best. Coldfire wouldn't even have been there except for the fact Becky wanted to fight. Coldfire decided to enter and help her as much as he could. Looking into the crowd below him, he studied the mob and saw a few choice supers he knew. Hell, even some of the Freedom Phalanx was here.
As the crowd grew larger, Coldfire stood and lit a ciggarette and walked toward the balcony.
"I got a bad feeling about this." Coldfire said lightly.
"I don't like it either." A voice, spanish, came from behind him.
"Carlos." Coldfire said turning to his Black Ops informant and friend.
"There is something fishy going on here." Carlos said, "But hell if it won't be fun to bust some heads."
((This is completely open, I will open the doors to the arena as soon as we have at least 20 fighters. You can have up to 6 characters fighting, but they CAN NOT all be allies.))
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! THE OMEGA ARENA HAS JUST OPENED IN POCKET D! WE OFFER A CHALLENGE OF A LIFE TIME IN JUST ONE DAY! HEROES VS. VILLAINS, HEROES VS. HEROES, VILLAINS VS. VILLAINS! IT IS THE ULTIMATE FIGHT TO SEE WHO IS THE MOST POWERFUL SUPERBEING!"
This message rang out during the first hours of the morning. Throughout both the Rogue Isle and Paragon City, the message was heard by everyone.
An arena. A challenge. And a prize unknown. Most metahumans were excited by the challenge and rushed to Pocket D at once. But somewhere in the shadows, a dark figure was plotting something. Something diabolical.
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Coldfire was sitting at the bar in Pocket D drinking with his ally Blade of Dragon as Becky was dancing with some other heroes waiting for the doors to open to the new arena. Coldfire wasn't excited about the fight at all. Just a bunch of morons who thought they had what it takes to be the best. Coldfire wouldn't even have been there except for the fact Becky wanted to fight. Coldfire decided to enter and help her as much as he could. Looking into the crowd below him, he studied the mob and saw a few choice supers he knew. Hell, even some of the Freedom Phalanx was here.
As the crowd grew larger, Coldfire stood and lit a ciggarette and walked toward the balcony.
"I got a bad feeling about this." Coldfire said lightly.
"I don't like it either." A voice, spanish, came from behind him.
"Carlos." Coldfire said turning to his Black Ops informant and friend.
"There is something fishy going on here." Carlos said, "But hell if it won't be fun to bust some heads."
((This is completely open, I will open the doors to the arena as soon as we have at least 20 fighters. You can have up to 6 characters fighting, but they CAN NOT all be allies.))