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A bag-headed identity thief met an elderly, extremely muscular professor of bloodshed in a filthy little tavern, and the fight went sideways almost immediately. Kopy Katt answered fists with phone calls: she reported identity theft, sabotaged a credit score, and phoned a man’s mother. Professor Alonzo Quixote Cervantes answered by throwing nearly everything in Emmery’s Tavern into the fireplace, including, eventually, himself. It ended with a changeling bartender, a borrowed face, and the most dramatic slipper in Deathmatch history.

The Story

No Naps for Imps

The day opened in the throne room of the Lord of Fate, as the Arbiter was now styled. He called for his assistant, the imp Thea, and found her asleep on a little pile of dust and straw with a lump of mud for a pillow. She called it a “power nap… like how the champions get like a power up.” He was unmoved: “You don’t get to nap. I don’t create you to sleep.”

Her clipboard turned up underneath the Lord of Fate, who was sitting on it on his throne, the only chair in the room. Thea blamed it on a chinchilla (“Those chinchillas are the absolute worst”). He walked down, held the clipboard out to her, and dropped it before she could take it. To test what color the champions might bleed, Thea gave herself a paper cut and bled sparkling blue, like glitter. He told her she was “not a real person,” which she took to mean “I am special.”

She explained where she had found this week’s fighters. One came from the Social Security Administration office, because “anybody who can put up with the long lines… surely they’ve got something to prove.” The other had been fighting space crocodiles behind space waffles. The Lord of Fate worried about the optics of elderly people being beaten up in the arena. Thea asked for a raise and learned that she wasn’t paid at all (“Do you think I got paid as the Arbiter?”). Her meal the day before had been “just to keep you alive,” since if she died he would have to go back to doing everything himself. When she claimed she had studied seat formations in college, he reminded her, “I created you a week ago, you didn’t go to college.” Thea said she had done the accelerated program.

Two Champions, One Voice

Two bright pink portals swirled open, and the first champion stepped through with a paper bag over her head and an opener: “Do you want to give me your social security number?” When the Lord of Fate objected that he was not wearing a bag on his head, Kopy Katt repeated him word for word. She repeated every line after that too, right down to his test phrase, “Banana Earthworm Smoothies.” Thea couldn’t tell the two apart, so she asked them what color her blood was. Kopy Katt answered “Blue,” and Thea promptly declared her the real Lord of Fate.

Professor Cervantes walked in calmly with a leather suitcase, set it down, and took a deep breath. “I’m actually very familiar with your combat here. I’m quite a fan,” he said. He introduced himself as “a professor and a student of Bloodshed.” He was rather elderly. He was also jacked. The Lord of Fate noted that this was exactly the kind of elderly person he had meant to keep out of the arena. The Professor assured him he was “young in spirit,” drank his milk, and said his bones had “endured quite a bit, and they shall endure more.”

Last Orders at Emmery’s

Thea had picked a tiny tavern with a giant skull over the fireplace “to inspire the monstrous fight.” It belonged to Emmery, who brewed exactly one drink, ale number two. Because of all the talk about bones, Thea made both champions enter through a second portal that poured a waterfall of milk over them. The Professor basked in it. Kopy Katt basked identically.

Inside there were stone floors, a warm fire, and gentle music. A sad man lay passed out at a table, leaking “vomit or blood or something else.” Kopy Katt helped herself to his wallet, ID and credit card, bringing her collection to 68 identities. The Professor politely ordered a number two from Emmery, who kept wiping one worn spot on the bar and confided that sheep dung was the secret ingredient. The Professor downed it through a straw, to protect the mustache, and ordered another. Kopy Katt mirrored him glass for glass. The ale turned out to be “not completely liquid… there’s some solids in there,” and both fighters started the match a little worse for it. “This is the most business I’ve had all year,” said Emmery.

Then Kopy Katt tapped Thea on the shoulder wearing “the most terribly made mask” of the Lord of Fate and ordered a number two to be brought to “my throne.” Thea marveled at how fast he’d gotten down there, ordered four more on the Lord of Fate’s tab, and toasted the impostor. From above, the real one sighed: “I’m up here.”

Towels, Clippers and Fraud

The Professor opened the fight by throwing his full glass at Kopy Katt. She fumbled it and ended up gulping down yet another ale, and she felt ready to vomit into her own bag. He snatched the bag she was puking into and threw it back in her face, revealing a purplish face with no eyes, nose or mouth, only a red-marker smiley that looked like a three-year-old had drawn it. “Show me your capacity for violence!” he demanded. She echoed him. Then she declared, “I do not speak for myself. I speak for many,” pulled a card from her book, and put on a papier-mâché mask of Thea.

As “the original Thea,” she blew a whistle and summoned a stampede of Chinchillas carrying towels. These were unionized chinchillas with health care, free gym memberships and a stocked kitchen, which made them very jacked. They towel-whipped the Professor, who went pale. In all his research he had “never encountered a creature as fearsome as a chinchilla.” When she ordered them to shave him, his mustache moved itself out of the way of the clippers. It was sentient, a souvenir of a tribe he had visited where “the chief had the nose hair who could write poems.”

The Professor tried to throw the passed-out patron at her and discovered the man was alive (“I’m sorry, sir. I was really counting on you being dead”). The man still landed on her. The man’s table went into the fireplace because “it felt like it was getting cold in here,” and Thea rewarded the Professor’s thoughtfulness with three more ales.

Kopy Katt fought back with paperwork. Posing as the bartender, she checked his ID. Then she called social services: “I would like to report identity theft.” The Professor’s bank accounts were closed and his flights cancelled, and his credit took the hit. He protested that he had just reached 850. “I enjoy being stabbed. This is just rude,” he said. When she warned him about medical bills, he replied, “Joke’s on you, I’m not American.”

Next she phoned his mother while pretending to be him. She told the old woman he hated her and had signed her email up for home improvement magazines, and that he had “some crocodiles to wrestle that are way more important than you.” His mother wailed that she had chosen him over his siblings. The real Professor was distraught, but also pleased: “I knew I was the favorite.” In the end the mother refused to believe it: “Not my little fighter boy. He would never. He must be drinking.”

The Box of Chaos

The Acolytes summoned The Box of Chaos, and the Lord of Fate dropped it onto the bar in a column of pink and yellow fire. Out crept his own former shadow, now the soul fuelling the box. Kopy Katt copied the shadow, which told her to stop it and shut the lid on itself.

Stripped of his money and his family, the Professor made his offering. He ripped off his whole mustache, which held its shape in the shadow’s palm. In return he received his favorite snack, a salad covered in Worcestershire sauce, and ate it “in the most gentlemanly and educated way.” The shadow lounged on the edge of the box wearing the now-white mustache and smoking a cigar. Refreshed, the Professor pulled a long spear from his suitcase and hurled it home. “Good thing I’m also a lawyer,” he said. Thea pointed out that his ID had said Esquire.

Kopy Katt tried a softer approach. She apologized to the shadow for copying it (“I got a condition, you know. Doctor says… I’m going to therapy”) and gave it a brand-new red chest, three times the size, with hidden compartments, all supposedly paid for by the Lord of Fate. “This never happens to people like me,” the shadow said. A rusty spoon flew out of the box, and the shadow dragged itself, legless and one-handed, into the new chest like a hermit crab changing shells. “He never used to treat me this good when I was his actual shadow.” The tetanus spoon struck, but the Professor had had his shots.

Paper Loses to Rock

After a break, the Lord of Fate rolled a perfect 20 on a chaos event (“Feels good being the Lord”). An old wives’ tale claimed paper could defend against stone, so both champions tried to fold paper shields. Both failed. Thea summoned the crowd: “Behold! The true power of rocks because paper always sucks!” Boulders, gravel, obsidian, “rocks named Sid” and “the shoulder boulder holders” rained down. Afterwards Thea admitted she had lied about college: “They didn’t accept worms.”

The Professor had spent all this time on a rotary phone from his suitcase, working with a credit advisor. With his score restored, he threw the phone at Kopy Katt. It missed and landed in the fire, like the table, and his attempt to clothesline her into the flames missed too. When she went after his credit score again, he was ready: “I just got off of the line with Equifax. I have legal shield right now.” Posing as his mother, she then reported him dead to the university that had granted his degree, which the operator answered as “Bullshit University.” It didn’t stick. “I have tenure,” he said.

A second chaos event put out the fire and sent a blizzard against the windows. A tiny frozen chinchilla came in begging for warmth. Neither champion helped it, and the cold battered them both until Emmery swept in and tucked the chinchilla into his armpit. His arm was so long that he kept wiping the counter from a distance. “What is wrong with you two? You’re both monsters.” Thea ordered another round for everyone on the Lord of Fate, who protested that they were on a budget.

The Gorilla and Mother

The Professor ripped the burning table out of the fireplace with his bare hands, missed, and threw it straight back in. His 80s brick phone call to the credit bureau about Kopy Katt’s “impressive record” ended when he hung up on them by accident. Kopy Katt then unleashed her signature move, an “Interdimensional space gorilla,” which secretly copied whatever her opponent’s signature move was. “I can’t be the copy when I’m the original,” she said. As a gorilla she picked up Emmery and threw him at the Professor. The bartender’s hand was still on the bar, and the two men tangled in his long arm and fell into the fire together. Emmery climbed out with his skin burning off “like a layer of paper.” Beneath it was Kopy Katt’s face, squiggly drawn eyes and all. He went back to wiping the counter, staring at her.

The Professor rose from the flames with his shirt burned away and his “old yet incredibly ripped body” on display. He announced that he had changed his secret ability during the break, then called his mother and asked her to come out of retirement. She rose from the fire “like many mothers do,” looking exactly like Mary Poppins with both fists up. “I had a gorilla for breakfast,” she declared, and tackled Kopy Katt. The gorilla threw her back at her son. Kopy Katt then snatched Thea out of the air by her tail and threw her too, and the imp latched onto the Professor’s face with “all nine fingers.” The Lord of Fate ordered her out of the arena.

Mama Cervantes ripped off her corset and hoop dress, roared in her bloomers “with pure Cervantes rage,” and landed a haymaker that left Kopy Katt barely standing. “Thank you, mother. I have it from here,” said the Professor. He leapt from the bar, his flames condensing onto one arm, and dropped the Cervantes elbow on her forehead.

Overtime and the Slipper

Kopy Katt limped to the bar and slapped Emmery’s mirrored hand to tag him in. “I am everyone and I am everywhere… I have no real identity for not one is my own,” she said. Emmery, it turned out, was a changeling. He turned into the Lord of Fate and swung at the Professor, and missed. Kopy Katt goaded the real Lord of Fate, who boasted “I killed the Shadow King!” and flew down with a metal chair. He concussed the Professor (“Don’t ever talk bad about me again”) and poofed back to his throne.

Thea demanded a death. The battered Professor threw a flying knee at the Kopy Katt the chinchilla didn’t trust, missed, and kneed himself into the fire. He then set his never-opened briefcase ablaze and swung it, and missed. Finally Emmery became Mama Cervantes. She took off her slipper, missed once (“She has two feet”), and swung again. The slipper caught the bar lights “almost like a halo” and came down “like retribution.” Cervantes looked at the slipper, looked at his mother’s face, and sighed, “I had a dream it would end like this.” He was knocked across the bar and into the fireplace one last time.

“Fare thee well, Cervantes,” said Thea. The Lord of Fate liked the kill, didn’t like the impersonation, and left. Thea whirled the tavern ceiling away so the Acolytes could raise their number twos to the victor: “You can take on anyone because you are everyone.”

Dried Blood

Kopy Katt bowed graciously, and the chinchilla that had never trusted her ran up and hopped into her arms. She was wiping the bar with one hand, though, which left everyone wondering whether it was really her. Cervantes advised viewers not to throw things into fireplaces, and to be kind to their mothers, because “a changeling doppelganger of her will beat you into oblivion.” Kopy Katt, or someone like her, offered: “don’t try and be anybody else because you are the best version of yourself and no one can take that away from you, no matter how hard they try.”

Notable Moments

  • Thea named Kopy Katt the real Lord of Fate because she knew Thea’s blood was blue.
  • A unionized chinchilla stampede towel-whipped the Professor, and his sentient mustache dodged the clippers on its own.
  • The Box of Chaos shadow traded the Professor’s mustache for a Worcestershire salad, then moved into a bigger chest “paid for” by the Lord of Fate.
  • The Professor threw a table, a phone, himself and a briefcase into the same fireplace.
  • Mama Cervantes rose from the flames, stripped to her bloomers, and nearly won the match for her son.
  • The changeling Emmery, wearing Mama’s face, delivered the killing blow with a slipper.

Memorable Quotes

  • The Lord of Fate: “I created you a week ago, you didn’t go to college.”
  • Kopy Katt: “I would like to report identity theft.”
  • Professor Cervantes: “I’m sorry, sir. I was really counting on you being dead.”
  • Professor Cervantes: “I enjoy being stabbed. This is just rude.”
  • The Box of Chaos shadow: “He never used to treat me this good when I was his actual shadow.”
  • Emmery: “If I didn’t need the money, you’d be out of here, but I do. So keep buying drinks.”
  • Thea: “This is the weirdest place I’ve ever brought any champions before.”

Professor Cervantes: “I had a dream it would end like this.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Kopy Katt (Kat). A copier with no identity of her own: “I am everyone and I am everywhere… not one is my own.” Called “a changeling of sorts” by Mudcat (Dried Blood).

  • Appearance: wore a paper bag over her head. Underneath is a purplish, featureless face with a red-marker smiley face drawn like a three-year-old’s. She puts on terrible masks (the Lord of Fate, papier-mâché Thea).
  • How she copies: repeats others’ words exactly and mirrors their actions. She keeps a book of cards to pick personas. Carries 67 IDs, 68 after robbing the patron “J”.
  • Recruited from the Social Security Administration office.
  • Abilities and tricks:
    • A whistle that commands the unionized chinchillas.
    • Phone calls (identity theft, credit, the fake death report). “Your identity is everything.”
    • Her signature move copies the opponent’s (here a gorilla). She claims “a condition… I’m going to therapy.”
  • Relationships: gave the Box of Chaos shadow a new red chest, supposedly paid for by the Lord of Fate.
  • Partner: tag-teamed with Emmery.
  • Federal agents are reportedly tracking her for her “impressive record.”

Professor Alonzo Quixote Cervantes, Esquire (Rogue). Elderly but jacked.

  • Profession: professor and student of warfare, combat and bloodshed; also a lawyer, with tenure. His degree is from “Bullshit University” (per the operator).
  • Background:
    • A fan of the show.
    • Found fighting space crocodiles behind space waffles. Not welcome at a Waffle House near crocodiles.
    • Not American (implied from the Mary Poppins exchange, but his country isn’t named).
  • Body and habits: eight toes, bad aim and balance. Drinks milk. His favorite snack is a salad covered in Worcestershire sauce.
  • The mustache: sentient. He once visited a tribe with sentient hair, where the chief’s nose hair writes poems. He sacrificed the mustache to the Box of Chaos.
  • Possessions: a leather suitcase holding a spear, a rotary phone and more. Also carries an 80s brick phone.
  • Money: credit score 850; values money most of all.
  • Family: estranged from his mother, whose favorite he is. He has siblings, and his mother has a husband.
  • Death: died slapped into the fireplace by Emmery-as-his-mother.

Mama Cervantes (Caustic Phoenix on the phone; Rogue once summoned). An “incredibly ancient little old lady.” She is retired, looks like Mary Poppins, and is the one he “learned everything from.” She calls him “my little fighter.” She rose from the fire, fought the gorilla, and stripped to bloomers in a muscled rage.

Emmery (Mudcat). Owner and bartender of Emmery’s Tavern.

  • Brews the number two ale, smoked over sheep dung; it’s the only drink.
  • Wipes the same worn, dented spot all the time. Has an extremely long arm.
  • Needs the money. Saved the frozen chinchilla in his armpit.
  • A changeling: he took the forms of Kopy Katt, the Lord of Fate and Mama Cervantes, and delivered the killing blow.

The Lord of Fate (Mudcat).

  • Thea: created her a week ago and doesn’t pay her (“Do you think I got paid as the Arbiter?”). Keeps a performance report on her.
  • Concerned about optics and PR. Says “we’re on a budget.”
  • Claims “I killed the Shadow King!” (speaker inferred).
  • Entered the fight once with a metal chair, then poofed back to his throne. Says he could stop time.

Thea (Caustic Phoenix). The Lord of Fate’s pink imp assistant, created a week ago.

  • Says she was a worm (“They didn’t accept worms”). Lied about going to college.
  • Bleeds sparkling blue glitter. Has nine fingers and lost a thumb when she “chopped it off.”
  • Pink portals, an arrow tail, a credit score around 20.
  • Was thrown as a weapon and face-hugged Cervantes.

The Box of Chaos shadow (Mudcat). Formerly the Lord of Fate’s “actual shadow,” now fueling the box.

  • Legless; drags himself by one hand.
  • Took Cervantes’s mustache and wore it white, smoking a cigar.
  • Has used the rusty spoon in many knife fights.
  • Moved into a new red chest three times the size, with compartments.

The chinchillas. Unionized (health care, free gym, stocked kitchen) and jacked; they towel-whip on command. Thea blames them for things. A lone frozen chinchilla came in from the blizzard and wouldn’t trust Kopy Katt.

The passed-out patron (“J”). Alive, and robbed of ID and credit card. Thrown at Kopy Katt: “Hey, hey, hey.”

Places

  • The Lord of Fate’s throne room: a single chair, the throne.
  • Emmery’s Tavern: small and dirty, with stone floors, a fireplace with a giant skull over it, and a worn spot on the bar. Its ceiling vanishes for the Acolytes at the end.
  • The Social Security Administration office; space waffles / the Waffle House with crocodiles; Bullshit University (all mentioned only).

Items

  • Ale number two. The milk portal.
  • The Box of Chaos, and the new red chest.
  • The rusty spoon (tetanus).
  • Cervantes’s mustache. The Worcestershire salad.
  • The suitcase, spear, rotary phone, brick phone and briefcase.
  • Kopy Katt’s card book, masks, whistle and 68 IDs.
  • The metal chair. The slipper.

Lore statements

  • The Lord of Fate was once the Arbiter and wasn’t paid then.
  • The Lord of Fate’s former shadow now fuels the Box of Chaos.
  • The Acolytes can summon the Box of Chaos.
  • Thea was created by the Lord of Fate about a week before this match, and was once a worm.

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