Alien Arena

 


USAngel beams from ear to ear as the referee raises her arm... "Winner over Hot Rod Andy... and still Texas Wrestling All-star Team champion... US Angel..." celebrating with her fans by grabbing her staff and doing a forms demonstration in the middle of the ring... illuminated by a spotlight... oblivious to its unnatural quality... until...

Your feet leave the ground in a final leap... and keep going... the Ref and Hot Rod looking on in astonishment as you rise up out of the open-air ring... the light exerting a pull... like a tractor beam... as it draws you up and up... into the belly of a greenish-grey object... a flying saucer...

USAngel gasps as she rises up from the ring... shimmering legs flailing... gloved hand tightening around her staff... looking up into the blinding light... blinking... mouth agape... swallowing hard as the flying saucer swallows her up... terrified... unsure what to expect...

The doors closing... and trapping you in a padded cargo container... barely large enough for your body... as you feel a terrific acceleration slamming you into one of the padded walls... the saucer streaking up into the sky... then into space... to an unknown destination... finally coming to the rest... as the hatchway begins to slide open again...

USAngel struggles briefly inside the container... considering activating the flare function in her staff... but afraid she might only manage to burn herself up... finally trying to calm herself... taking deep breaths and just waiting to see what will come next... tensed and ready as the container is opened...

The beam of the saucer pushing rather than pulling now... forcing you out of the container before lowering you down towards the ground... another kind of ring... some sort of stadium... or arena... surrounded by hideous creatures... gnashing and roaring... under a sky with two suns... a tall purple being in black standing near your landing point...

USAngel is glad to be back on her feet... her head on a swivel as she looks around... pretty darn sure this isn't some elaborate set on her TV show... looking up at the purple creature... pointing her staff... "What is going on? Where am I? What do you want?"

The purple being holding out a tentacle... on which rest a pair of what look like earplugs... perhaps translators of a kind... after a moment's hesitation, you hold one close to your ear... and hear the roaring transformed into cheering... the purple alien turning away from you and marching to the rings centre... calling out in alien tongue... that sounds through the earplugs like "Ladies and Gentlemen..."

USAngel ponders for a brief moment and then pushes the babblebugs into her ears... eyes widening as she listens... "As part of our never ending effort to bring our fighters new challenges... tonight we bring you one of Earth's champion warriors... US Angel... to face..." Callie gulping... "You watch too much TV..." stammering... "I... just... I..." biting her lip...

The purple announcer gesturing towards a slowly rising portcullis... something massive shambling through... muscled... with four arms dragging on the arena floor... and a pair of squat, shuffling legs... seemingly without knees... at least this monster won't be kicking... "The Grognar... one of the toughest of our champions... this will be a battle to the finish..." The massed aliens cheering wildly...

USAngel stands transfixed... the massive creature easily making five or six of her... with orangish leathery skin... beady eyes narrowing at her... the wide face scowling... then something she recognizes as laughter only because of her babblebugs erupts from deep inside its gullet... Angel clutching her staff tightly and feeling very small...

The Grognar shuffling forward as the alien audience cheer... obviously used to you defeating much larger opponents... from whatever patchy TV signals they've managed to somehow get hold of... not realizing that's all a fake TV show... the monster lumbering forward... reaching out for you with one of his huge paws...

USAngel flips away from the reaching fingers... eight on each hand... opposite a pair of ‘thumbs...’ all of which clench into a massive hammer of a fist... from which Angel ducks... feeling the force of the blow strike her trailing ponytail... as she somersaults forward... and jabs her staff upwards into the midsection of the creature...

The staff jabbing into the creature's belly... making it wince and snarl despite the thick padding... maybe a weak spot... some internal organ that doesn't like being prodded... four fists aiming together... attempting to slam you between them...

USAngel dives forward between the two short legs... crawling through... springing up behind the Grognar... swinging her staff... aiming to strike it on the back of the leathery cranium...

The staff striking... the back of the head seemingly not such a tender point... not doing more than angering the huge lumbering monstrosity... as it spins... aiming a pair of backhands around at you... trying to knock you off your feet...

USAngel comes up off her feet to deliver the blow... surprised by the speed with which the creature spins... she is caught while still in the air... yelping as she is sent flying... into the stone wall of the eight-sided arena pit... impacting with a grunt and tumbling to the ground... shaking her head as she gets to hands and knees...

The crowd gasping... ooohing and aaahing... not expecting this upset after seeing you on the TV signals... many cheering the Grognar... some booing you... as the huge orange behemoth lumbers forward... the wide mouth set in something like a grin... before bringing all four fists down onto the ground... sending a shockwave through the arena floor towards you...

USAngel blinks as she sees the huge axehandle blow delivered to the floor... already on her feet and moving forward... using her staff to vault over the shockwave... her shimmering legs bicycling... driving blue footies forward... aiming to land a series of kicks to the front of her foe while its hands are down...

The kicks impacting against the same spot your struck your staff against earlier... making the huge orange creature wince... and sending it staggering back on the stumpy legs... looking almost ill... reaching with one of its massive paws to grab a hold of you... aiming to hurl you against the arena floor by whatever it can catch...

USAngel tries to backflip away... but her trailing leg is caught by one of the massive hands... the grip like a vise clamp... threatening to crush her ankle as it swings her around and down... a loud crack of something on impact... but the creature not through... whipping her back over head the other way and down again... staff rolling away from an open hand on this thudding impact...

The thing acting like a Tom and Jerry cartoon... the crowd cheering and jeering as it slams you on the ground twice more for good measure... and then spins you around like a hammer toss... hurling you into the stands like a fly ball... a forest of tentacles and appendages waiting to catch you...

USAngel spins tits over tights into the seething forest of tendrils and sniffing probosci... a broken toy groped and examined for what seems longer than mere seconds... flung back toward the pit... amazingly spreading her arms... her costume seemingly sprouting wings... carrying toward her staff... grimacing as she grabs it and rolls to her knees... shaking as she raises it toward the Grognar...

The big orange beast snorting... and reaching out a paw... snatching the staff away... and lifting it to its mouth... swallowing it whole... like a sword swallower... playing the crowd... who give a wild cheer... as it runs a long lizardy tongue over its chops... advancing with arms outstretched towards you...

USAngel blinks as the weapon on which she depends is yanked away and swallowed whole... she swallows hard herself... almost forgetting to move as the creature reaches for her... ducking one hand... springing over a second... only to be caught by the third... her ankles clamped together... squirming frantically as she is held upside down... the other three fists tenderizing her until her struggles fade...

The orange fists pounding and pummeling... as the slobbering beast opens wide... seemingly detaching its jaw like a snake... your eyes widening as it lowers you headfirst into its mouth... legs kicking... before it swallows them down too... slurping you right into its belly... the crowd cheering...

USAngel squeals as she realizes what is happening... that sound quickly muffled as her squirming form is abruptly sucked into the dark fetid gullet... wet muscular walls rolling her into a pouch full of fluid... unable to breathe... lungs burning... skin too... sputtering... being digested alive... her shuddering hand grasping something familiar... turning that weapon on the lining of her death chamber...

The staff prodding against the sensitive wall of the belly... the monster belching... as you prod again and again... harder... blood gushing as the flesh starts to give way...

USAngel prodding desperately... the belching sensation giving her hope... breaking the staff down... the crowd puzzled as the Grognar stumbles drunkenly about... looking very pained... huge hands clutching at that same spot in its midsection... as it topples over backwards... limbs sprawling in six directions... and a half-naked girl erupts from its distended belly...

Some of the crowd looking shocked... some cheering louder than ever before... as you stagger free of the dead Grognar... the crowd roaring... as the announcer lifts one of your hands... "A sensational victory... and surely only the first of many... but for the moment we need to return this amazing specimen to her natural habitat... to rest up for the next challenge... in just one noxnir's time..." Your eyes widening even as the saucer flies overhead again... the hatch opening...

USAngel flailing as she is lifted up again... the last of her dissolving costume falling away from her burning skin... glistening with the Grognar's digestive juices... only a panty-shaped bit of tights remaining... the portion originally covered by her leotard... in desperate need of one of Sara's stasis tubes by the time she is dumped back on earth to recover... left to wonder how long a ‘noxnir’ might be...

(Sept 2009)