On a live stage packed with The Acolytes, the blood-drenched Ringmaster Talon faced Maximilian Maxwell III, a New York moneybags who had never been in a deathmatch and paid his way into this one. Max hired volunteers to do his kicking, hit and blocking, and he even paid the Grandmaster to bring his opponent back from the dead. It was a night of murder unicorns, homemade currency and a very dignified death by SpaghettiOs.

The Story

Waking the Dead Fish

The show opened with a welcome chant that the Arbiter found deeply unimpressive. “That was lame,” he told the crowd. “You guys are just staring at me like dead fish.” Once he demanded, “are you ready to roll some fucking dice?”, the Acolytes finally roared. “You just have to curse at him a little bit,” came the explanation. “It’s just like my dad used to do.”

The Grandmaster set the terms for the evening:

“I want to see blood, I want to see violence, and I want you to pick a champion today and cheer for them as if your life depends on it, because it does!”

The Arbiter admitted it had been a while and he wasn’t sure he remembered how any of this worked. When the Grandmaster demanded blood, death and broken bones immediately, he looked on the bright side: “At least it’s a hostile workspace.”

The Ringmaster and the Rich Boy

The Arbiter introduced “a figure known for his bloodshed and carnage,” and briefly called him “Ringmaster Talos.” Everyone called him Talon from then on. He was very tall, layered in black, masked and covered in blood. Asked about his laundry, he confessed he hadn’t washed his clothes in 12 years. “It smells like it,” said the Grandmaster, who also told him to stand further back, because “I don’t look up to people.”

Talon explained that he ran a circus for Lichter the Lich, a great and all-powerful undead wizard. “That’s my grandma, though,” the Grandmaster said. The Arbiter misheard “serves a lich” as “licking a witch,” which the Grandmaster warned was very illegal in public. Talon promised the blood the Grandmaster wanted and got the crowd shouting his name and holding up their claw-hand “talons.” She approved: “They look great on my wall.”

Maximilian Maxwell III arrived in white gloves. Asked why he would enter a blood match, he said he had promised his dear mother he would not get any blood on his white Louis Vuitton belt. He mocked the Acolytes for having “clamored for free shit” backstage, grabbing shirts, sunglasses and plastic eggs, and the hosts had to admit he had a point. He was named after his “great daddy,” though “I don’t know where my daddy went.” The Grandmaster sympathized: “Daddy issues. We all have them.”

Then he explained how he had got there: “I clearly am undefeated in deathmatches, though I’ve never actually been in one. But apparently, money gets you up on this stage.” The Arbiter said money had been tight, because somebody had to pay for the Grandmaster’s bath bombs. The Grandmaster insisted they were essential, since the scent of roses and blood is hard to find. “We need sponsors,” the Arbiter said. When Max handed over his money, both hosts decided they would allow it. The crowd chanted “It’s rigged!”

First Blood (Mostly Max’s Employees’)

The dice decided who struck first. Max managed a middling result, and the Grandmaster called it “average.” Talon bounced his die off the stage lights and got a terrible roll. “Talon, you are such a disappointment to me,” the Grandmaster said, and ordered him to hop on one leg until she said stop.

Max opened with culture. He was a big fan of the Radio City Rockettes, so he was going to “Radio City Rockette your face right back to building three.” Because Talon was so tall, the kick only reached his waist, and both men came away worn down. The Arbiter explained to the Acolytes that battle weariness builds up in the Void, and a champion who piles up too much of it dies. Max then called for help, and paid volunteers rushed the stage. An Acolyte named Caitlyn became his weapon. He picked her up and swung her feet at Talon’s face, and Talon fumbled his defense completely. The pair spun “like a tornado,” tearing up the ground and smacking straight into him. “So far, it looks like money is doing the job,” the Arbiter observed.

Max went for mental damage next. He peeled off a glove, to the Grandmaster’s pearl-clutching horror, and announced, “I bite my thumb at you!” Talon shrugged off the Shakespeare and fired back the real wound: “Is that what your dad did when he left?” He came out of the exchange feeling better than before.

Blood Rain and a Spine in the Eye

Talon began by spitting blood at Max’s suit, but an Acolyte named Christian blocked it for Max. “Your blood is no match for my scotch-guarded… $23 suit,” Max said, adding that he got it at Macy’s at the Millennium Mall, not the Florida Mall. The Arbiter had never met a man with a personal beef with a mall.

Then Talon set the stage. He chose three Acolytes and siphoned their blood until it poured “out through every orifice.” All three collapsed, drained and dead. “I’ve seen a lot of deaths. These were believable,” said the Arbiter, while the Grandmaster ordered the bodies off her stage because she had no cleanup crew. Talon couldn’t let them die in vain. “You can,” the Arbiter said. “We do it all the time.”

It went wrong anyway. A splinter of spine shot straight into Talon’s eye, and he hurt himself badly. The crowd urged him to gamble, so he refused to shake off any of his weariness. “We’ve seen a lot of idiots in the arena before,” said the Arbiter. “I’m looking at you,” said the Grandmaster. His gleaming scythe swing ended in a stalemate against Jayden, a human wall Max paid to stand in the way, and that left Talon one step from death. “Oh Talon, you are so stupid,” the Grandmaster told him. “Please tell no one that you graduated from Full Sail University.”

The Murder Unicorns

The Grandmaster and the Arbiter like to switch things up. “The Dread Fortress has unicorns in our world, as every good fantasy world has,” she announced. “But here’s the thing, our unicorns murder people.” Each champion picked two Acolytes. One wore the Grandmaster’s single horn, which she admitted was cheap, and the other had to ring it with hoops she had bought on clearance.

Josh pranced magnificently as Max’s unicorn and went three for three, diving for a ring. Jared did an Egyptian walk as Talon’s unicorn. Max offered him “500 max dollars” to move out of the way, and Jared shoved the cash back into Max’s pocket twice. Talon’s team also went three for three. The final cross-stage toss came down to a miss and a ring that bounced off the horn, and the crowd couldn’t agree on a winner. The ruling: “The unicorns are untamed and stab everyone.” Both champions bled.

The Unmasking, and the Knees

Talon removed his mask, which turned out to be part of the lich’s work uniform. “What a hideous face!” cried the Arbiter. The Grandmaster wondered whether his mother was blind. Max answered with a book, “the greatest weapon that somebody could possibly have is knowledge,” and smashed it across Talon’s newly revealed face. Talon held up. Then Max teamed up with Tonya Harding to go after Talon’s knee. He missed the face of a paid Jayden from four feet away, but the blow still landed, and Talon took up a cane.

“I never said it was a fair game,” the Arbiter reminded everyone. “I just said someone was going to die.” Max went after the other knee, and that final strain was too much for Talon.

Death, and a Refund

The Grandmaster called Talon to the center of the stage and took his scythe, since he was too gross to touch. She raised her hands, and his own blood rose to his fingertips, just like the blood of the Acolytes he had drained. His heart raced, found nothing, and he collapsed. Then she stayed his heart and asked if there was any reason he should be kept alive.

Max paid her to bring Talon back: “Aren’t you having fun watching me humiliate this thing?” The Grandmaster counted the money one bill at a time, was pleased, and drove Talon’s own scythe into his heart. It beat again. “Not again!” Talon groaned. The Arbiter decided Max should pay in life as well as money. He sent black goo up both champions’ nostrils and down their throats, wiggling around their organs and hearts, and drained Max’s life force into Talon until the two stood evenly matched.

Void Bucks

More chaos followed. Twelve egg-holding Acolytes came on stage and declared for a champion. One decided by spinning his egg, and Max swayed another by throwing money at it. Inside the eggs were Void Bucks, the Void’s brand-new currency. “Suck it Maximilian, our own money,” said the Grandmaster. “Turns out all you have to do is print it.” Talon’s supporters held 40,000 of the 50,000 Void Bucks, and the imbalance hurt Max badly. “Size doesn’t matter,” he insisted.

The Grandmaster had stayed up until 2 a.m. cutting the bills by hand, and she wanted to make it rain. Instead the bills dropped straight to the floor, and Max pocketed them, because “taking other people’s money is how the rich get richer.” The Grandmaster sighed: “In my mind, that looked way cooler.”

The Blood Tsunami

Max’s friend Jesse was in the crowd wearing a title belt and wielding “evil magic witch power.” He launched the biggest food truck anyone had ever seen at Talon, who claimed he caught it but got hurt anyway. Max then hurled Talon onto University Boulevard, which wore both of them down further.

Talon called on the ocean for one mighty blow: “I think it’s time for a giant blood tsunami.” Hundred-foot crimson waves rolled across the skyline. A bidding war broke out over who would get the Arbiter’s favor. Talon objected that Max was just handing the Arbiter’s own money back to him, and Talon’s Acolytes waved a thicker stack. A broke Max phoned his mother: “Mom. Can you wire me?” With that money he paid an Acolyte named Matthew, who rolled 20s back to back. The tsunami broke harmlessly. “I guess he can swim,” said the Arbiter. “Your hurricane is a bit of a washout,” said the Grandmaster.

Talon’s next all-in strike fizzled too. The Grandmaster had the whole crowd raise their hands and donate their blood to him, which the Arbiter called “a blood spirit bomb.” This time Max’s paid defender, Alex, failed him, and Talon’s blood magic finally took hold. Bored of waiting for the bleeding to work, the Grandmaster cheated: “I speed up time around you. Eye of Makamoto is mine.” Max was left with barely a drop of fight. “Am I not fucking awesome?” she asked. “Six out of ten,” said the Arbiter.

Death by SpaghettiOs

Max was tired and hungry, and his mom was making SpaghettiOs tonight. The crowd chanted for them, and the Grandmaster declared, “Hit him with a soup can. It’s a good form of recycling.” Talon was horrified: “I can’t die to soup cans, right?” The Arbiter offered comfort: “We’re all a little soupy on the inside.”

Max didn’t throw one can. He had his Acolytes throw hundreds on hundreds of them. Talon was pelted again and again, and the blood left his body one last time. His final thought:

“At least it’s chicken noodle.”

He collapsed with chicken noodle on his lips. “Every death means a victor,” the Grandmaster proclaimed, and crowned Maximilian Maxwell III. “Death by SpaghettiOs!” he cried. The Arbiter sent everyone home with a parting reminder: “You can’t have your money back.”

Notable Moments

  • Max bought his place on the stage, and both hosts happily allowed it while the crowd chanted “It’s rigged!”
  • The murder unicorns of The Dread Fortress stabbed everyone, and Jared refused Max’s bribe twice.
  • Talon died, and the Grandmaster brought him back with his own scythe through the heart, paid for by Max.
  • The Void got its own currency, Void Bucks, which failed to make it rain and went straight into Max’s pocket.
  • The Grandmaster cheated by speeding up time around Max and rated herself awesome. The Arbiter rated her six out of ten.
  • Talon was killed by hundreds of soup cans.

Memorable Quotes

  • Maximilian Maxwell III: “I promised my dear mother that I would not get any blood on my white Louis Vuitton belt.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “I don’t look up to people.”
  • Ringmaster Talon: “Is that what your dad did when he left?”
  • The Arbiter: “You can. We do it all the time.”
  • Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer: “Please tell no one that you graduated from Full Sail University.”
  • The Arbiter: “I never said it was a fair game. I just said someone was going to die.”
  • Maximilian Maxwell III: “Taking other people’s money is how the rich get richer.”
  • Ringmaster Talon: “At least it’s chicken noodle.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Ringmaster Talon (guest, player name not stated). Introduced once as “Ringmaster Talos.”

  • Very tall, layered in black clothing, masked, and soaked in blood. Hasn’t washed his clothes in 12 years.
  • Under the mask: a “hideous” face and grey eyes. His mother loves visiting him; possibly blind.
  • Runs a circus for Lichter the Lich, who taught him to raise the dead and blood magic. The mask is part of “the work uniform.”
  • Fights with a silver-gleaming scythe and blood magic: siphons blood, rains blood, summons a blood tsunami. Reads spells from scrolls.
  • Walks with a cane after Max’s knee attacks. Claims he graduated from Full Sail University.
  • Died at five fatigue, was revived by the Grandmaster for Max’s money, then killed by soup cans.

Maximilian Maxwell III (guest, player name not stated).

  • A rich New Yorker who “hangs out on the main streets of New York City.” Fan of the Radio City Rockettes.
  • Wears a white Louis Vuitton belt and white gloves. His $23 scotch-guarded suit came from Macy’s at the Millennium Mall.
  • Named after his “great daddy”; his father left. His mother wires him money and is making SpaghettiOs tonight.
  • Bought his way onto the stage and pays Acolytes to roll, take hits and defend. Claims to train with Olympic athletes (Tonya Harding).
  • Paid the Grandmaster to revive Talon, then gave up half his life to him via the Arbiter. Won the fight.
  • Friend of Jesse.

Grandmaster Elusia Skypiercer (Caustic Phoenix).

  • Loves bath bombs scented with roses and blood.
  • Says “That’s my grandma, though” about a lich (joke). Mentions “my nephew.”
  • Revives Talon by stopping, then restarting, his heart with his own scythe. Sped up time around Max (“Eye of Makamoto is mine”) to trigger a bleed.
  • Says the Dread Fortress’s unicorns murder people. Cut the Void Bucks by hand until 2 a.m.

The Arbiter (Mudcat).

  • “Official arbiter of the deathmatches.” Complains of a hostile workspace and needing sponsors. Mentions that his dad used to curse at him (joke).
  • Can form black goo that transfers life force between champions. Prints Void Bucks. Takes bribes for advantage from both sides.

Acolytes on stage:

  • Caitlyn: swung as a weapon, rolled the thumb-bite attack.
  • Christian: defended against the blood spit, rolled the soup cans.
  • Jayden (“Jay”): paid human target, “the man made of stone.”
  • “Mushroom guy”: told Talon to gamble; “if he dies, you die.”
  • “Mr. Totski”, “Spiderman” and a third volunteer: drained of blood by Talon.
  • Josh: Max’s unicorn.
  • Jared: Talon’s unicorn, refused Max’s bribe twice.
  • Sarah (?): a ring tosser.
  • Jesse: title belt, witch power, threw the food truck.
  • Matthew: rolled back-to-back dirty 20s.
  • Alex: defended for Max and rolled a 3.

The unnamed “coolest” guest on stage: silent, not killed “today.”

The sign girl: round-card girl (“She’ll kick you in the face”).

Places

  • The live stage / Grandmaster’s Arena at Full Sail (“Hall of Fame”). Real-world references: building three, University Boulevard, food trucks.
  • The Dread Fortress, home of murderous unicorns.
  • Lichter the Lich’s circus.

Items

  • Talon’s scythe.
  • Max’s book of knowledge, Louis Vuitton belt and $23 suit.
  • Max dollars (“500 max dollars”).
  • Void Bucks: the Void’s printed currency. 50,000 were in 12 eggs.
  • The unicorn horn and the clearance infinity-hoop rings.
  • The pink die. The soup cans (SpaghettiOs / chicken noodle).

Lore statements

  • The Dread Fortress has unicorns that murder and stab people. (Grandmaster, 0:34:22)
  • The Void now has its own currency, Void Bucks, printed by the Arbiter and Grandmaster. (0:01:00)
  • “Our economy is kind of in the 20s” (Talon, a joke). It’s tax season in the Void (joke).
  • The Grandmaster can stop and restart a champion’s heart and speed up time around a champion.
  • The Arbiter can drain life force from one champion into another.
  • Sponsorship money now gets champions onto the stage.

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