WHILL VS. ITSY
“Welcome back, folks! We’re on to the second round of the Fiend bracket. Hard to believe that half the competitors have already been eliminated, so the stakes are only going to ramp up from here. The tournament staff have decided to make one slight change to the rules: no more obstacles!”
“Apparently it was too much of a pain to keep resetting and led to more cowardly fights. That and just about every Fiend who would want to use them has already been eliminated anyways. No more hiding. You’ll have to face your opponent head on.”
“So let’s get to the first fight of the second round. Our first fighter gave us a spectacle of a show already, but let’s hope this time he at least keeps his pants on. The Dangling Deterrent, Whill Ponde!”
Whill came stomping out of the staging area, “And just what the heck is with that new name, huh?!”
But Rallie ignored him. “And if we’ve learned anything from the next Fiend’s first round, whatever you do, absolutely do not wreck her monster truck! The Wrathful Wrecking Ball, Itsy!”
Itsy offered one correction as she walked out towards the stage. “Well it’s fine if it gets damaged, fixin’ it’s half the fun. Just don’t mess with its physics and turn it into an art project!” She slammed the truck down onto the stage again which rattled a few bolts already.
“Well it’s good to see that you’re both in fighting spirit after your recent fights, so let’s not keep the audience waiting, begin!”
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《Kada: Ugh, they’ve just been standing around for ages. Hurry up. Itsy, rip his head off or something!》
“Hey, I’d like to keep my head, thank you very much,” Whill complained. “It’s one of my most marketable features to employers!” He then looked over at Itsy who really hadn’t budged in quite some time. “So uhh, you’re really not gonna move?”
“Nah, I’m stubborn like that,” she huffed at him, though she was clearly straining just a little bit.
Whill had already disposed of her monster truck, having blasted it out of the arena right at the start of the match. Fortunately, it seemed to roll with minimal damage and avoided upsetting the giantess. However, this meant the main weapon that both of them could use was already removed from the fight, leaving their clothing as once again the only thing that Whill could manipulate.
However, he hadn’t accounted for Itsy’s insane strength. Weight didn’t really matter, even if she was certainly on the bigger side compared to anyone else he’d ever met. His Curse had developed to the point that he could practically move buildings if he needed to.
Yet the woman was still holding firm. No matter how hard Whill tried to push her, she dug in her heels and pushed back, making it appear as if she was standing perfectly still and calm. Though upon closer inspection, her muscle strains and general wobbliness from the amount of force she had to exude was obvious. So it had become a battle of whose strength would give out first.
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However, there still remained one big problem, clothing yet again. “If I push any harder, your outfit’s going to rip!” the man insisted, hesitant to test his luck.
Itsy’s coveralls were certainly on the verge of rupture. They were pushing against her front, deeply defining every curve and muscle. On the sides, the seams had already started to come apart, visible threads stretching with a few already tearing. Whill certainly had to be careful, if he added force steadily, he could still get away with a bit more. But one solid push and it would certainly rupture.
“That’s fine,” Itsy didn’t seem fussed. “I got plenty of spares. Do watcha need to.”
But that certainly wasn’t a risk Whill could take. If Itsy’s clothes were gone, there’d certainly be nothing stopping her from stomping over and slamming him around like a toy hammer. That, and he’d be disrobing a woman on live TV in front of the entire world. Everything would be all over at that point in more ways than one.
“Could always try pulling me instead and see how that works out for ya,” Itsy suggested as if it was in any way a solution to their conundrum—well maybe a solution just for her.
That just convinced Whill to push even harder, fearful of the idea. However, that additional force finally caused something to happen. The zipper on the front of Itsy’s coveralls, Whill had purposefully left it untargeted and dangling. He knew from experience that manipulating zippers with his Curse was risky business, because it could suddenly send them flying in one direction, whether that was his intention or not.
However, with the added force to Itsy’s clothes, the zipper that had been straining the entire time suddenly popped. It zoomed across the arena, soaring straight into Whill’s throat. “Kahh, hak, heka, kaff!” He gasped for air as he coughed and keeled over.
“Doin’ alright?” Itsy asked, with seemingly genuine concern.
However, when Whill looked back over at her, she had managed to take quite a few steps forward since he’d lost focus on his Curse, weakening it immensely. The man strained to ramp the power back up, stopping Itsy in her tracks once more.
“Okay, time for a change in tactics!” The man yelled once he was back on his feet, his voice still a bit scraggly from the self-inflicted wound. “If I can’t knock you out of the arena, I’ll just need to move the arena away from you!”
Whill let go of his control of Itsy’s clothes, but immediately began focusing it elsewhere. The stage beneath their feet began to rumble. Mechanical straining from below echoed into their ears.
《Kada: If you rip out the arena, that’s immediate disqualification.》
So Whill immediately abandoned that tactic and everything settled back to normal. “Okay, well in that case, new new tactic!” There was still something he could try, that was very risky, but it was the last play he could think of. “Pulling it is!”
Itsy suddenly soared forwards, not trying to resist Whill’s pull. She prepared her fists, ready to punch him, but the man flopped to the ground before she got close. His plan was similar to how he first defeated Xard, to get beneath her and send her flying.
As soon as the woman was in range, Whill pushed her upwards with all of his strength. She did start to lift, but not very far. Instead, there was a crushing pain around the man’s skull.
Itsy had trapped him between her feet, snagging the man’s head with a vice grip. The more Whill tried to push the woman away, the stronger she squeezed. “Agaha!” he screamed in agony even after he tried to stop pushing her. “I surrender!”
Rallie hopped back onto the stage. “As we all expected, Itsy wins!”
~Unfulfilled Wish~
Whill: To help me find a job that sticks!