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The Griffon and the Jaguar
Tizoc © SNK
King © Namco
In an old abandoned warehouse and factory division, a black van could be seen pulling up to one of the service entrances.
Before the vehicle came to a stop a couple of men wearing either a two piece or three piece black suits and sunglasses caring pistols and SMGs could be seen walking out of the building.
As the van’s side door opened a couple of guys wearing the same exacted attire climbed out looking as though they had been beaten within an inch of their life.
“So did everything go as planned?” one man wearing a gold pin on his jacket signifying that he was something of an officer or adviser, asked the driver as he climbed out of the vehicle.
“We had a little bit of trouble at first but we were able to get them, so don’t worry,” the driver said as he gestured to large bundled up objects being carried out of the van.
“Don’t tell me you damaged the merchandise,” the gold pinned man said in a displeased tone.
“Relax we didn’t, we just had to knock them out with some chloroform before we could move them,” the driver replied as he watched the group carry in the objects.
“Well you better hope they don’t have some much as a scratch on them or else the boss will have your head,” the gold pinned man said in a threating tone which caused the driver to pale at the mention of the boss.
A few minutes later the two bundles were laid down on a couple of medical stretchers inside one of the storage rooms.
“So is it them?” one member asked as he stood with the rest of the group around the stretchers.
Walking up to one of the items, the adviser of the group pulled back some of the covering to reveal a man wearing a jaguar mask, with a pair of black gloves and blue and purple wrestling pants with gold pads and boots along with a jaguar’s tail, doing the same thing to the other bundle showed that it was another man wearing a griffon mask, along with a pair of red gloves and red and black wrestling pants with red boots.
“Oh yeah, it’s them,” the adviser said as he signaled two underlings to move the stretchers.
“Strap them down, we don’t want them leaving just before their big match,” the adviser ordered as he said the last part in a sadistic tone.
After making sure the two were tied down the group began to walk down a series of hallways that ran through the old factory. It wasn’t till they were nearly halfway through when they began to hear groaning coming the two.
“Looks like these two are coming too,” one man said as he began to grow nervous at the thought of the two fighters waking up.
“Don’t worry we’re right where we need to be anyway so let them wake up,” the adviser said as dug his hand into his pocket with dark grin.
“Where-where are we?” the griffon masked man asked, while the jaguar masked man just growled something out instead of speaking.
“Why Mr. Tizoc and Mr. King, don’t you remember that you two were selected to come fight in our competition tonight. I was sure that you all got our message,” the adviser said in a fake sympathetic tone.
“All I remember was a couple of men dress just like you, breaking into the locker room before our fight and trying to take us by force,” Tizoc replied in an aggravated tone.
“Though I must say, your men were pathetic when it came to hand-to-hand combat,” Tizoc said as he grinned under his mask at the small victory, while at the same time got King to chuckle a little from the memory.
“I see, I’ll make sure to mention that next time I see those men,” the adviser said with a little anger in his voice.
“But for now let’s get you two ready for your big match,” the man said as he pulled out a couple of syringes.
“What are you talking about?” Tizoc asked as he and King glared at the man.
“Oh nothing much, just a little adjustment, that’s all,” the adviser said just before stabbing the syringes into both of the men’s necks.
Both fighter let out a grunt not from the needle prick but from the surprise of the injection.
After waiting for a few minutes, nothing seemed to be happen.
“Looks like your serum is a dud,” Tizoc said as he mocked the adviser.
“I wouldn’t say so. Look at your hand,” was all the adviser said as he pointed to the wrestler’s arm.
Looking down, Tizoc’s eyes widen in shock under his mask as he saw that his whole arm was beginning to grow red fur while his finger nails changed to black claws.
“What the…” was all Tizoc could say just before his body erupted in pain.
All over the fighter’s body the same red fur had begun to grow, along with patches of white on his chest. While at the same time the bones in his legs and feet had cracked and popped as the shifted from their usual flat form to that of a digi-graded stance which caused them to break out of the wrestler’s boots as the talons extended.
While this was going on King wasn’t fairing any better, golden yellow fur with black spots were now cover over his body while his chest, neck, and stomach had white fur growing down them. Just like Tizoc, the wrestler’s hands had begun to grow claws while his feet changed from human to that of a jaguar.
As the two fighters continued to change both of them wanted to shout out in pain but for some reason neither of them could get their mouths or their vocal cords to work, unaware that the laces behind their mask were beginning to sink in and disappear while the edges merged with the flesh and growing fur.
Just before either mask wrestler could take the pain any more. King’s mask suddenly snapped closed just before opening again while letting out a jaguar’s snarl.
While at the same time Tizoc’s beak had hardened and opened with a loud screech.
“Perfect, just perfect,” was all the adviser said as the men around them covered their ears from the noise.
Both fighters panted heavily as small trails of blood had begun to leak from their jaws from having to shift into their new form.
“Now that you two are ready, let’s get you two to your match,” the adviser said as the group began to make their way once more deep into the old factory.
“Where are you taking us?” Tizoc grunted out as he continued to get use to the changes in his body.
“Like I said we are taking you two to your match,” the adviser said as two mob members opened a pair of doors in front of the group.
Walking into the old factory floor, both fighters looked up to see what looked like a large metal cage where the manufacturing equipment used to sit.
“Gentlemen welcome to the cage,” the adviser said as he and the others wheeled the two into the large metal structure.
As the lower members began to unstrap the two, the adviser began to walk around them.
“Now let me explain what’s going on here, you two are going to have just a simple match against one another,” the adviser said as he walked in front of the two.
“What’s the catch?” Tizoc ordered rather then asked as he rubbed his wrist from the restraints.
Hearing this King gave a growl signally that he also had the same question in mind even though he had been silent during the whole incident.
“No catch, all you two have to do is have just a little match and you will both go free,” the adviser said a grin.
“And what about the changes you did to us?” Tizoc added as he opened and closed his clawed hands.
“Just think of it as a gift from us and besides some people have always wanted something like this happening to them,” the adviser said as walked between the two and began to make his way out of the cage.
“Now make sure to put up a good fight we’ll be watching,” he added as he shut the cage door as soon as the last member of the group walked out.
As the two fighters watched the men leave, both looked at each other, wondering if what the adviser said was true.
Seeing as the only way they were going to get out was by fighting, they decided that they had no choice but to do so.
“I’m sorry I have to do this friend but at least let’s make this a good match what do you say?” Tizoc said as popped his knuckles and his neck.
King only grunted and nodded his head in response as he loosened up his shoulders, while his tail curled and uncurled like a jaguar itself.
Once both of the wrestlers were done making their preparation a bell ring had gone off in their heads signaling the two titans to charge at each other.
King made the first move as he leapt into a fly knee towards the griffon’s face.
Feeling the hit connect with his face, Tizoc let a grunt as he forced back a few steps just before dropping to a knee. Shaking his head, he looked up just in time to see the jaguar coming at him once more with double handed axe hit.
Rolling out of the way of the hit, the red furred griffon quickly retaliated with heavy punch to the feline’s abdomen.
Feeling the wind knocked out of him King doubled over a little from the sudden hit but before he could recover he was suddenly thrown into a reverse head lock.
Letting out a grunt the luchadore gritted his fangs as he tried to break loose of Tizoc’s hold but before could over power the bird he was suddenly thrown into a DDT slam right into the concrete floor.
Hearing the jaguar’s face make contact with the hard ground Tizoc quickly released his hold on the feline and stood back as he waited to see if his opponent was already down for the count.
Grunting in pain King began to pull himself up back to his feet. Giving a loud hack, he turned his head and spat out some blood and rubbed off some that was lingering on his jaws.
Letting loose a roar, the jaguar charged toward the griffon and tackled him to the ground and began to repeatedly slam his elbow into Tizoc’s face.
After receiving a few hits Tizoc quickly threw his hand out and caught the jaguar faced wrestler’s arm just as he was bringing it down once more on him.
Grabbing a hold of the large cat’s other shoulder, the red white and black feathered griffon pulled the other wrestler off of him.
As soon as King was off of him, Tizoc tried to throw a punch into King’s face but the instead hit floor when the said cat rolled out of the way and right up behind.
Grabbing a good hold of his opponent King let a roar like grunt; he vaulted back into a German suplex.
With a loud crack the concrete floor spider webbed from the impact of the hit.
Tizoc could feel his head ringing while at the same time blood had begun to drip from the back of his head.
Letting go of his opponent King quickly hopped back up to his feet as he turned to face his opponent waiting for his next move.
Pulling himself to his feet Tizoc grunted as he felt something in his shoulder pop. Letting out deep breath the griffon rolled his shoulder a little just before taking his fighting stance once more.
Seeing as his opponent wasn’t ready to give up yet, the jaguar wrestler let out a fierce roar and charged towards the avian fighter.
Watching the large feline barrel towards him, Tizoc just grunted as ducked one of his shoulder blades down and caught King in the stomach just before flipping him over himself.
Landing with a heavy thud King grunted a little from the impact, as the luchadore tried to pick himself up back onto his feet when he suddenly heard the sound of padded feet running towards his direction.
Turing his head towards the noise, the jaguar saw Tizoc running towards him looking as though he was about to dropkick his lights out but to King this was an opportunity.
As soon as the griffon had jumped up for the kick he was suddenly shocked when he felt his legs were grabbed while he was in mid-air.
Flipping the bird man around, King set the avian into position for a Muscle Buster maneuver. As soon as he felt he was ready the jaguar wrestler took a large leap into the air just before he sent both him and the griffon wrestler crashing onto the concrete floor once more.
The sound of concrete cracking and breaking echoed throughout the whole factory.
As the two fighter were stayed stock still only until King was the first to reacted as he released the red and white griffon wrestler’s legs causing them slump down in front of the of the fighter.
Taking a couple of deep breaths King had begun to take a few steps away from the downed griffon when he suddenly heard a grunt behind him.
Looking back King was shockd to see Tizoc shakily picking himself up after such a tremendous hit.
Letting a deep pant, Tizoc grunted to himself as ran towards the golden jaguar, before the said feline could react, the red feather/furred griffon grabbed a hold of King’s front scruff.
“BIG,” Tizoc shouted as both he and King leapt towards the top of the cage causing the iron structure to creek and buckle from slamming the jaguar into it, who also roared out in pain from having his back dug into from the metal bars.
“FALL,” the griffon finished as he threw the gold furred feline towards the ground while planting his feet right into the middle of his back causing the jaguar wrestler to roar out in pain just before he blacked out while a trail of blood had begun to leak from his mouth.
The impact from both the fall and the hit caused the ground to break in an almost perfect outline of the wrestler.
Taking a few steps off of the knocked out fighter, Tizoc couldn’t help but drop to a knee from exhaustion from both the hit from before and for pulling off such a move.
As the griffon kneeled there trying to regain his breath, the sound of clapping could be heard from the entrance of the cage.
“Good, very good Mr. Tizoc, I must say the match was one of the best I’ve ever seen,” the adviser said as he and a couple of men stepped into the cage.
While Tizoc continued to regain his strength back, two of the mob members were picking up the unconscious King and carrying him towards the cage entrance.
“Where are you taking him,” Tizoc rasped out as he still continued to breathe heavily.
“Oh don’t worry about your friend we are just taking him to go get his injuries taken care of and then we’ll send him on his way,” the adviser said as he walked up to the griffon fighter and held his hand out.
Looking up at the man’s outstretched hand; Tizoc just grunted at him and stood back up on his own.
“If we are done here, I’ll just be leaving,” Tizoc said as he began to make his way towards one of the exits.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear you say that mister Tizoc, but I’m afraid can’t be letting you do that,” was the last thing the avian heard just before he felt nearly a 1000 bolts of electricity run through his body.
Falling to the ground with a heavy thud, the bird luchadore was beginning to black out when he saw the adviser standing before him with a tazer in hand.
“Nighty, night Mr. Tizoc was all the man said just before ramming the metal prongs into the wrestler once more.
After what felt like hours when in fact it was only a few minutes, the red and white feathered griffon gritted his beaks together as rubbed his head from the headache he had.
Opening his eyes he was shocked to see that he was incased in some sort of glass tube, looking around for a way out, Tizoc’s eyes suddenly landed on the still unconscious King as he was slumped up against one of the walls of his own tube.
“King, King Wake up,” Tizoc shouted as he watched the jaguar began to come to from the avian’s calls.
Letting out a grunt the feline wrestler opened his eyes to see the same thing that his bird counterpart saw.
Looking around the small prisons, both fighters had begun to beat on the glass in hopes of free themselves.
“Ah, you two are finally awake,” a familiar voice said in a cruel tone.
Turning towards the voice both fighters saw the adviser standing there grinning at the two, while random grunts move around the area connecting hoses to the bases of the tubes they were in and to another two object nearby that were covered by a cloth.
“What’s going on here,” Tizoc shouted as King roared in response with him.
“Well you see gentlemen, the real reason why we brought you here and had you fight was to see the quality of you two and all I can say is that you will rake in quiet a profit once we are done editing the video and send it to our associates,” the adviser said as he pace back and forth in front of the two.
“What are you talking about?” Tizoc screeched as he and King glared at the man.
“I think it would be easier to show you rather then tell you,” the man said as he snapped his fingers.
Over by the cloth covered object a nearby grunt took a hold of the said item and yanked it off, to reveal another set of glass container.
Inside one of these two was a grey furred jaguar with a scare over his left eye wearing a pair of black pants with dented and scuffed jagged armor all over him, this was non-other than King’s mentor’s brother Armor King.
Next to him was a brown and tan furred wolf wearing a black tank top that torn in some areas with black and gold elbow pads and black knuckle gloves covering his arms along with a pair of black martial arts pants that had a hole right were the left knee cap was and a pair of black and gold foot guards resting on his feet, along with a pair of dog tags hanging around his neck, this canine was known as Jon Markson champion fighter in the “Golden Jaws” circuit.
Seeing the two caused both fighters’ jaws to drop in shock.
“We had these two, fight just a few hours before you two came in and let’s just say that it was quiet exciting,” the adviser said as ran his hand over one of the cylinders.
“So without further ado let’s begin,” the man said as he signaled to men over by a nearby consul.
With a loud hum, both the wolf and the jaguar began to awake when a golden liquid had begun to fill the bottom of the tube.
Letting out a grunt, Jon tried to pull his foot out from the substance but for some reason it wouldn’t even budge.
The same thing was happening with Armor King as he tried using both hands to help yank his foot loose from the goo.
While the two fighters struggled to get loose both Tizoc and King watched in horror as the liquid had begun to cover their waist, while at the same time the adviser’s grin had begun to grow even wider.
Just as the goo had made it up to their stomachs both A.K and Jon began to beat on the glass tubes hoping that they could escape by shattering the glass.
But that hope was lost when Jon felt the liquid cover up part of his arm causing it to stick in place. Letting out a gasp he continued to beat on the glass with his other arm just before it two was submerged.
While this was going one Armor King kept both of his arms up in the air as he tried using both of them in an axe hit against the container, as he drew his arms upwards once more he suddenly lost feeling in them as the liquid had risen up to his shoulder blades.
Both King and Tizoc could only watch as both fighters lifted their heads to try and keep them from being dunked in the goo. But in the end the liquid had rose above them and completely filled the glass casing.
“YOU, MONSTER!” Tizoc shouted as King roared out next to him and began to beat on the tube once more.
“Now, now gentlemen, the shows not over yet,” the adviser said in a sickening tone as he signaled the grunts once more.
With a nod one of the grunts had flipped a switch causing the golden liquid to drain out.
Once all of the goo was gone, both the jaguar and griffon were shocked to see, two golden statues of Armor King and Jon standing in front of them.
“Beautiful aren’t they,” the man said as walked up to the petrified fighters.
“There are some people who pay top dollar for living statues such as this and soon you two will be of one’s such collection,” the adviser said with a dark chuckle.
With only a snap of his fingers the same liquid had begun to fill both King’s and Tizoc’s tubes just like it did to Jon and Armor King’s.
While the two struggle, the adviser had begun to walk up to Tizoc’s tube and smiled.
“When the liquid get to your head try to make a good face, we get quite a good profit from amazing expressions,” the man said as he let out a dark chuckle.
Once the adviser had said that, both of the wrestlers were up to their chest in the golden goo.
Just as the liquid was about to cover over their head, the sound of heavy foot falls could be heard coming from behind the adviser.
“So how goes our little investment,” a deep intimidating voice said out from the shadows.
“Everything is going according to schedule sir. We are just finishing up with the latest products,” the adviser said as a large figure had begun to move with in the shadows.
“Good, that’s what I like to hear,” the owner of the voice said as he stepped into the light.
Standing in front of the two was large man smoking a cigar, who stood as nearly as tall as the two wrestlers, he had white skin and no hair on his head; he wore a black two piece suit with a white shirt and red tie, with black dress shoes. This man was the leader behind the group, no one knew his name but all knew his title, The Don.
Both King and Tizoc could only glare at the man as he grinned at the two just as the liquid had almost covered their heads.
“Relax gentlemen, just think once this is over you will be forever engraved in history as one of the first few fighters to ever be turned into a living trophy,” the man said just as both wrestlers cylinders were completely filled.
Once the tubes were filled the grunts had begun to drain them just like before.
Where once the famous King of the ring and Griffon mask once stood were now just encased golden statues of them.
“Perfect, just perfect,” the adviser said as he looked over the two in glee.
“You two get these four to the cooler,” The Don said as pointed towards to grunts.
“And you two get some of our associates on the line, tell them we got an interesting selection for them this time,” the leader said as he pointed towards another two.
As the grunts had begun to move the statued fighters out of the area, The Don grinned as his face reflected off of Tizoc’s container.
“And to think no one will even now what happen to you,” The Don said took another puff of his cigar and blew a smoke ring into the statues face.
While this was going on, five figures could be seen moving through the heart of the abandoned factory, with only a single mission in mind.
Find their friends and free them and make the person who took them pay.
Elek Kristof which I may say turned out really awesome.Hope you all enjoy
The Griffon and the Jaguar
Tizoc © SNK
King © Namco
In an old abandoned warehouse and factory division, a black van could be seen pulling up to one of the service entrances.
Before the vehicle came to a stop a couple of men wearing either a two piece or three piece black suits and sunglasses caring pistols and SMGs could be seen walking out of the building.
As the van’s side door opened a couple of guys wearing the same exacted attire climbed out looking as though they had been beaten within an inch of their life.
“So did everything go as planned?” one man wearing a gold pin on his jacket signifying that he was something of an officer or adviser, asked the driver as he climbed out of the vehicle.
“We had a little bit of trouble at first but we were able to get them, so don’t worry,” the driver said as he gestured to large bundled up objects being carried out of the van.
“Don’t tell me you damaged the merchandise,” the gold pinned man said in a displeased tone.
“Relax we didn’t, we just had to knock them out with some chloroform before we could move them,” the driver replied as he watched the group carry in the objects.
“Well you better hope they don’t have some much as a scratch on them or else the boss will have your head,” the gold pinned man said in a threating tone which caused the driver to pale at the mention of the boss.
A few minutes later the two bundles were laid down on a couple of medical stretchers inside one of the storage rooms.
“So is it them?” one member asked as he stood with the rest of the group around the stretchers.
Walking up to one of the items, the adviser of the group pulled back some of the covering to reveal a man wearing a jaguar mask, with a pair of black gloves and blue and purple wrestling pants with gold pads and boots along with a jaguar’s tail, doing the same thing to the other bundle showed that it was another man wearing a griffon mask, along with a pair of red gloves and red and black wrestling pants with red boots.
“Oh yeah, it’s them,” the adviser said as he signaled two underlings to move the stretchers.
“Strap them down, we don’t want them leaving just before their big match,” the adviser ordered as he said the last part in a sadistic tone.
After making sure the two were tied down the group began to walk down a series of hallways that ran through the old factory. It wasn’t till they were nearly halfway through when they began to hear groaning coming the two.
“Looks like these two are coming too,” one man said as he began to grow nervous at the thought of the two fighters waking up.
“Don’t worry we’re right where we need to be anyway so let them wake up,” the adviser said as dug his hand into his pocket with dark grin.
“Where-where are we?” the griffon masked man asked, while the jaguar masked man just growled something out instead of speaking.
“Why Mr. Tizoc and Mr. King, don’t you remember that you two were selected to come fight in our competition tonight. I was sure that you all got our message,” the adviser said in a fake sympathetic tone.
“All I remember was a couple of men dress just like you, breaking into the locker room before our fight and trying to take us by force,” Tizoc replied in an aggravated tone.
“Though I must say, your men were pathetic when it came to hand-to-hand combat,” Tizoc said as he grinned under his mask at the small victory, while at the same time got King to chuckle a little from the memory.
“I see, I’ll make sure to mention that next time I see those men,” the adviser said with a little anger in his voice.
“But for now let’s get you two ready for your big match,” the man said as he pulled out a couple of syringes.
“What are you talking about?” Tizoc asked as he and King glared at the man.
“Oh nothing much, just a little adjustment, that’s all,” the adviser said just before stabbing the syringes into both of the men’s necks.
Both fighter let out a grunt not from the needle prick but from the surprise of the injection.
After waiting for a few minutes, nothing seemed to be happen.
“Looks like your serum is a dud,” Tizoc said as he mocked the adviser.
“I wouldn’t say so. Look at your hand,” was all the adviser said as he pointed to the wrestler’s arm.
Looking down, Tizoc’s eyes widen in shock under his mask as he saw that his whole arm was beginning to grow red fur while his finger nails changed to black claws.
“What the…” was all Tizoc could say just before his body erupted in pain.
All over the fighter’s body the same red fur had begun to grow, along with patches of white on his chest. While at the same time the bones in his legs and feet had cracked and popped as the shifted from their usual flat form to that of a digi-graded stance which caused them to break out of the wrestler’s boots as the talons extended.
While this was going on King wasn’t fairing any better, golden yellow fur with black spots were now cover over his body while his chest, neck, and stomach had white fur growing down them. Just like Tizoc, the wrestler’s hands had begun to grow claws while his feet changed from human to that of a jaguar.
As the two fighters continued to change both of them wanted to shout out in pain but for some reason neither of them could get their mouths or their vocal cords to work, unaware that the laces behind their mask were beginning to sink in and disappear while the edges merged with the flesh and growing fur.
Just before either mask wrestler could take the pain any more. King’s mask suddenly snapped closed just before opening again while letting out a jaguar’s snarl.
While at the same time Tizoc’s beak had hardened and opened with a loud screech.
“Perfect, just perfect,” was all the adviser said as the men around them covered their ears from the noise.
Both fighters panted heavily as small trails of blood had begun to leak from their jaws from having to shift into their new form.
“Now that you two are ready, let’s get you two to your match,” the adviser said as the group began to make their way once more deep into the old factory.
“Where are you taking us?” Tizoc grunted out as he continued to get use to the changes in his body.
“Like I said we are taking you two to your match,” the adviser said as two mob members opened a pair of doors in front of the group.
Walking into the old factory floor, both fighters looked up to see what looked like a large metal cage where the manufacturing equipment used to sit.
“Gentlemen welcome to the cage,” the adviser said as he and the others wheeled the two into the large metal structure.
As the lower members began to unstrap the two, the adviser began to walk around them.
“Now let me explain what’s going on here, you two are going to have just a simple match against one another,” the adviser said as he walked in front of the two.
“What’s the catch?” Tizoc ordered rather then asked as he rubbed his wrist from the restraints.
Hearing this King gave a growl signally that he also had the same question in mind even though he had been silent during the whole incident.
“No catch, all you two have to do is have just a little match and you will both go free,” the adviser said a grin.
“And what about the changes you did to us?” Tizoc added as he opened and closed his clawed hands.
“Just think of it as a gift from us and besides some people have always wanted something like this happening to them,” the adviser said as walked between the two and began to make his way out of the cage.
“Now make sure to put up a good fight we’ll be watching,” he added as he shut the cage door as soon as the last member of the group walked out.
As the two fighters watched the men leave, both looked at each other, wondering if what the adviser said was true.
Seeing as the only way they were going to get out was by fighting, they decided that they had no choice but to do so.
“I’m sorry I have to do this friend but at least let’s make this a good match what do you say?” Tizoc said as popped his knuckles and his neck.
King only grunted and nodded his head in response as he loosened up his shoulders, while his tail curled and uncurled like a jaguar itself.
Once both of the wrestlers were done making their preparation a bell ring had gone off in their heads signaling the two titans to charge at each other.
King made the first move as he leapt into a fly knee towards the griffon’s face.
Feeling the hit connect with his face, Tizoc let a grunt as he forced back a few steps just before dropping to a knee. Shaking his head, he looked up just in time to see the jaguar coming at him once more with double handed axe hit.
Rolling out of the way of the hit, the red furred griffon quickly retaliated with heavy punch to the feline’s abdomen.
Feeling the wind knocked out of him King doubled over a little from the sudden hit but before he could recover he was suddenly thrown into a reverse head lock.
Letting out a grunt the luchadore gritted his fangs as he tried to break loose of Tizoc’s hold but before could over power the bird he was suddenly thrown into a DDT slam right into the concrete floor.
Hearing the jaguar’s face make contact with the hard ground Tizoc quickly released his hold on the feline and stood back as he waited to see if his opponent was already down for the count.
Grunting in pain King began to pull himself up back to his feet. Giving a loud hack, he turned his head and spat out some blood and rubbed off some that was lingering on his jaws.
Letting loose a roar, the jaguar charged toward the griffon and tackled him to the ground and began to repeatedly slam his elbow into Tizoc’s face.
After receiving a few hits Tizoc quickly threw his hand out and caught the jaguar faced wrestler’s arm just as he was bringing it down once more on him.
Grabbing a hold of the large cat’s other shoulder, the red white and black feathered griffon pulled the other wrestler off of him.
As soon as King was off of him, Tizoc tried to throw a punch into King’s face but the instead hit floor when the said cat rolled out of the way and right up behind.
Grabbing a good hold of his opponent King let a roar like grunt; he vaulted back into a German suplex.
With a loud crack the concrete floor spider webbed from the impact of the hit.
Tizoc could feel his head ringing while at the same time blood had begun to drip from the back of his head.
Letting go of his opponent King quickly hopped back up to his feet as he turned to face his opponent waiting for his next move.
Pulling himself to his feet Tizoc grunted as he felt something in his shoulder pop. Letting out deep breath the griffon rolled his shoulder a little just before taking his fighting stance once more.
Seeing as his opponent wasn’t ready to give up yet, the jaguar wrestler let out a fierce roar and charged towards the avian fighter.
Watching the large feline barrel towards him, Tizoc just grunted as ducked one of his shoulder blades down and caught King in the stomach just before flipping him over himself.
Landing with a heavy thud King grunted a little from the impact, as the luchadore tried to pick himself up back onto his feet when he suddenly heard the sound of padded feet running towards his direction.
Turing his head towards the noise, the jaguar saw Tizoc running towards him looking as though he was about to dropkick his lights out but to King this was an opportunity.
As soon as the griffon had jumped up for the kick he was suddenly shocked when he felt his legs were grabbed while he was in mid-air.
Flipping the bird man around, King set the avian into position for a Muscle Buster maneuver. As soon as he felt he was ready the jaguar wrestler took a large leap into the air just before he sent both him and the griffon wrestler crashing onto the concrete floor once more.
The sound of concrete cracking and breaking echoed throughout the whole factory.
As the two fighter were stayed stock still only until King was the first to reacted as he released the red and white griffon wrestler’s legs causing them slump down in front of the of the fighter.
Taking a couple of deep breaths King had begun to take a few steps away from the downed griffon when he suddenly heard a grunt behind him.
Looking back King was shockd to see Tizoc shakily picking himself up after such a tremendous hit.
Letting a deep pant, Tizoc grunted to himself as ran towards the golden jaguar, before the said feline could react, the red feather/furred griffon grabbed a hold of King’s front scruff.
“BIG,” Tizoc shouted as both he and King leapt towards the top of the cage causing the iron structure to creek and buckle from slamming the jaguar into it, who also roared out in pain from having his back dug into from the metal bars.
“FALL,” the griffon finished as he threw the gold furred feline towards the ground while planting his feet right into the middle of his back causing the jaguar wrestler to roar out in pain just before he blacked out while a trail of blood had begun to leak from his mouth.
The impact from both the fall and the hit caused the ground to break in an almost perfect outline of the wrestler.
Taking a few steps off of the knocked out fighter, Tizoc couldn’t help but drop to a knee from exhaustion from both the hit from before and for pulling off such a move.
As the griffon kneeled there trying to regain his breath, the sound of clapping could be heard from the entrance of the cage.
“Good, very good Mr. Tizoc, I must say the match was one of the best I’ve ever seen,” the adviser said as he and a couple of men stepped into the cage.
While Tizoc continued to regain his strength back, two of the mob members were picking up the unconscious King and carrying him towards the cage entrance.
“Where are you taking him,” Tizoc rasped out as he still continued to breathe heavily.
“Oh don’t worry about your friend we are just taking him to go get his injuries taken care of and then we’ll send him on his way,” the adviser said as he walked up to the griffon fighter and held his hand out.
Looking up at the man’s outstretched hand; Tizoc just grunted at him and stood back up on his own.
“If we are done here, I’ll just be leaving,” Tizoc said as he began to make his way towards one of the exits.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear you say that mister Tizoc, but I’m afraid can’t be letting you do that,” was the last thing the avian heard just before he felt nearly a 1000 bolts of electricity run through his body.
Falling to the ground with a heavy thud, the bird luchadore was beginning to black out when he saw the adviser standing before him with a tazer in hand.
“Nighty, night Mr. Tizoc was all the man said just before ramming the metal prongs into the wrestler once more.
After what felt like hours when in fact it was only a few minutes, the red and white feathered griffon gritted his beaks together as rubbed his head from the headache he had.
Opening his eyes he was shocked to see that he was incased in some sort of glass tube, looking around for a way out, Tizoc’s eyes suddenly landed on the still unconscious King as he was slumped up against one of the walls of his own tube.
“King, King Wake up,” Tizoc shouted as he watched the jaguar began to come to from the avian’s calls.
Letting out a grunt the feline wrestler opened his eyes to see the same thing that his bird counterpart saw.
Looking around the small prisons, both fighters had begun to beat on the glass in hopes of free themselves.
“Ah, you two are finally awake,” a familiar voice said in a cruel tone.
Turning towards the voice both fighters saw the adviser standing there grinning at the two, while random grunts move around the area connecting hoses to the bases of the tubes they were in and to another two object nearby that were covered by a cloth.
“What’s going on here,” Tizoc shouted as King roared in response with him.
“Well you see gentlemen, the real reason why we brought you here and had you fight was to see the quality of you two and all I can say is that you will rake in quiet a profit once we are done editing the video and send it to our associates,” the adviser said as he pace back and forth in front of the two.
“What are you talking about?” Tizoc screeched as he and King glared at the man.
“I think it would be easier to show you rather then tell you,” the man said as he snapped his fingers.
Over by the cloth covered object a nearby grunt took a hold of the said item and yanked it off, to reveal another set of glass container.
Inside one of these two was a grey furred jaguar with a scare over his left eye wearing a pair of black pants with dented and scuffed jagged armor all over him, this was non-other than King’s mentor’s brother Armor King.
Next to him was a brown and tan furred wolf wearing a black tank top that torn in some areas with black and gold elbow pads and black knuckle gloves covering his arms along with a pair of black martial arts pants that had a hole right were the left knee cap was and a pair of black and gold foot guards resting on his feet, along with a pair of dog tags hanging around his neck, this canine was known as Jon Markson champion fighter in the “Golden Jaws” circuit.
Seeing the two caused both fighters’ jaws to drop in shock.
“We had these two, fight just a few hours before you two came in and let’s just say that it was quiet exciting,” the adviser said as ran his hand over one of the cylinders.
“So without further ado let’s begin,” the man said as he signaled to men over by a nearby consul.
With a loud hum, both the wolf and the jaguar began to awake when a golden liquid had begun to fill the bottom of the tube.
Letting out a grunt, Jon tried to pull his foot out from the substance but for some reason it wouldn’t even budge.
The same thing was happening with Armor King as he tried using both hands to help yank his foot loose from the goo.
While the two fighters struggled to get loose both Tizoc and King watched in horror as the liquid had begun to cover their waist, while at the same time the adviser’s grin had begun to grow even wider.
Just as the goo had made it up to their stomachs both A.K and Jon began to beat on the glass tubes hoping that they could escape by shattering the glass.
But that hope was lost when Jon felt the liquid cover up part of his arm causing it to stick in place. Letting out a gasp he continued to beat on the glass with his other arm just before it two was submerged.
While this was going one Armor King kept both of his arms up in the air as he tried using both of them in an axe hit against the container, as he drew his arms upwards once more he suddenly lost feeling in them as the liquid had risen up to his shoulder blades.
Both King and Tizoc could only watch as both fighters lifted their heads to try and keep them from being dunked in the goo. But in the end the liquid had rose above them and completely filled the glass casing.
“YOU, MONSTER!” Tizoc shouted as King roared out next to him and began to beat on the tube once more.
“Now, now gentlemen, the shows not over yet,” the adviser said in a sickening tone as he signaled the grunts once more.
With a nod one of the grunts had flipped a switch causing the golden liquid to drain out.
Once all of the goo was gone, both the jaguar and griffon were shocked to see, two golden statues of Armor King and Jon standing in front of them.
“Beautiful aren’t they,” the man said as walked up to the petrified fighters.
“There are some people who pay top dollar for living statues such as this and soon you two will be of one’s such collection,” the adviser said with a dark chuckle.
With only a snap of his fingers the same liquid had begun to fill both King’s and Tizoc’s tubes just like it did to Jon and Armor King’s.
While the two struggle, the adviser had begun to walk up to Tizoc’s tube and smiled.
“When the liquid get to your head try to make a good face, we get quite a good profit from amazing expressions,” the man said as he let out a dark chuckle.
Once the adviser had said that, both of the wrestlers were up to their chest in the golden goo.
Just as the liquid was about to cover over their head, the sound of heavy foot falls could be heard coming from behind the adviser.
“So how goes our little investment,” a deep intimidating voice said out from the shadows.
“Everything is going according to schedule sir. We are just finishing up with the latest products,” the adviser said as a large figure had begun to move with in the shadows.
“Good, that’s what I like to hear,” the owner of the voice said as he stepped into the light.
Standing in front of the two was large man smoking a cigar, who stood as nearly as tall as the two wrestlers, he had white skin and no hair on his head; he wore a black two piece suit with a white shirt and red tie, with black dress shoes. This man was the leader behind the group, no one knew his name but all knew his title, The Don.
Both King and Tizoc could only glare at the man as he grinned at the two just as the liquid had almost covered their heads.
“Relax gentlemen, just think once this is over you will be forever engraved in history as one of the first few fighters to ever be turned into a living trophy,” the man said just as both wrestlers cylinders were completely filled.
Once the tubes were filled the grunts had begun to drain them just like before.
Where once the famous King of the ring and Griffon mask once stood were now just encased golden statues of them.
“Perfect, just perfect,” the adviser said as he looked over the two in glee.
“You two get these four to the cooler,” The Don said as pointed towards to grunts.
“And you two get some of our associates on the line, tell them we got an interesting selection for them this time,” the leader said as he pointed towards another two.
As the grunts had begun to move the statued fighters out of the area, The Don grinned as his face reflected off of Tizoc’s container.
“And to think no one will even now what happen to you,” The Don said took another puff of his cigar and blew a smoke ring into the statues face.
While this was going on, five figures could be seen moving through the heart of the abandoned factory, with only a single mission in mind.
Find their friends and free them and make the person who took them pay.
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