ITSY VS. MODELLE
“The first Fiend is rather known for her stature, a giantess straight out of a fairy tale. She’s big and strong, and has no idea what her power is. But she doesn’t let that slow her down. As long as she can punch what’s right in front of her, or hit it with her monster truck, that’s all she needs. The Wrathful Wrecking Ball, Itsy!”
As she lumbered out of the opening to the staging area, the ground slightly shook. Itsy strode her way over to the arena, lugging her monster truck over one shoulder. Once she got onto the stage, she dropped it down, causing Rallie to fly up about an inch before having to regain her footing.
“Our second fighter is another from the circus. She’s our prop manager and tinkers with things in ways you’ve never seen. Anything is putty in her hands, able to reshape it however she wishes. Don’t let her touch anything you love. The Adaptive Adjuster, Modelle!”
Once the woman made it on stage, she went over and whispered something to Rallie, who then relayed the message. “Since Modelle knows the full extent of Itsy’s capabilities, but not much is known about her Curse, she’s offered for the full details to be disclosed before the match, to even the playing field.”
“Nah I don’t care about that,” Itsy shrugged and refused the offer. “Don’t really matter what her power is. I’m around people with crazy powers all day, but none of that is what makes them special. Use whatever you think you need to do to win, lady. I’ll do the same. And hey, I like surprises.”
“Sportsmanship all around,” Rallie gestured her arms cheerfully at the two fighters. “You love to see it. Now then, Modelle voted for obstacles and Itsy didn’t. To the coin toss! And, Itsy wins it. No obstacles. Fight!”
Modelle got to work right away, not attacking Itsy, but she instead began digging into her bag. The woman pulled out oodles of guns, as many as she could carry in her arms at once. She started touching them together, and they stuck to one another, continuing until she made a full large ring of guns, about the size of a tire. Once it was complete, she grabbed one of the grips and held out the circular weapon, her own personal firing squad.
“Alright, I’m already surprised,” Itsy huffed. “How’d you get ‘em to stick like that? Would be super useful in my shop. But how's it work, though? You can’t fire ‘em all at once that way.”
To answer her question, Modelle pulled the trigger, and in fact, they all fired at once. Itsy swung her monster truck in front of her just in time, blocking the shots. She then gave it a good shake to get rid of the acidic rounds that would eat away at her truck's frame. Freshly cleaned, Itsy opened the door and hopped inside. “Think I’ll be safer in here. Those shots don’t feel good on my skin.”
The woman then slammed her foot to the pedal and began racing towards her foe. But Modelle didn’t run away or even try to dodge. Instead, she ran straight towards the truck, meeting Itsy just after the woman passed over the middle of the arena. It looked like their game of chicken would be a swift end for The Adjuster, but she slipped to the side of the truck at the last second, barely avoiding getting clipped.
But then Itsy suddenly spun out of control. She would have had to turn soon since she’d run out of ground, but this wasn’t her doing, and she spun to a stop. Before The Wrecking Ball could figure out what had happened, Modelle rushed back over towards the parked truck and ran a circle around it. After that, she darted across the arena, getting as much distance as possible, and then resumed adjusting her multi-gunned weapon.
Itsy started up her truck again and tried to move forward, but found herself spinning in a circle—not like her alignment was off, but rather the truck just spun like a wheel itself, or like hands on a clock, without moving an inch. “What the heck’d you do!” Itsy had hopped out of the truck and looked at the state of the damage, despair etched in her face.
The four wheels of the monster truck had been moved, and there was now one on each of the four sides, directly in the middle. Itsy tapped them, trying to move the wheels back in place, but they didn’t budge. Even though none of them were on their axles, they still moved normally when the truck was operated, but that meant she’d be stuck, unable to move anywhere.
Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author's preferred platform and support their work!
《Rallie: Well Itsy may not care about Modelle’s power, but for the sake of our audience, I feel I should explain what’s happening. Her Curse allows her to modify the physical shape of anything she touches. It lets her reform it and adjust it, all while keeping the original functionality intact. Certainly defies the laws of physics, doesn’t it? Additionally, if she merges two or more items together, they can all be controlled at once.》
《Crucion: That is a pretty interesting power, and is certainly a good match against something like Itsy’s truck. But, uhh… I don’t think she should do that anymore.》
In a fit of anger, Itsy hoisted her truck above her head and chucked the whole thing over at Modelle. It was too fast, giving the woman no time to dodge, not that she even attempted to. Instead, she dropped her transmogrified guns and held out both hands. As soon as the monster truck touched them, the metal split apart, ripping out of her way as the truck’s composition changed entirely.
The vehicle slammed to a halt all around Modelle with her in the middle, perfectly safe and sound, and now had a bit of cover she could hide behind while firing.
“You turned… my monster truck… into a damn donut?!” Itsy roared in diseblief. It was as she said. The entire frame of the truck had been squished, stretched, and reformed into a giant circular donut. Outside of it, the four wheels still remained. So at least it would be a mobile metal donut.
“Don’t worry,” Modelle finally spoke. “It will still work fine. But I think you may have some trouble fitting inside of it now.” She then picked up her oblong gun-weapon and resumed aiming at her foe.
《Crucion: Yeah, she really shouldn’t have done that…》
《Rallie: What do you mean? It seems to me like she just took Itsy’s biggest weapon out of the picture.》
《Crucion: Well, Itsy’s a pretty happy and carefree person. Not much phases her. She’s used to insults and judgments her whole life. But there are two things she takes very seriously. The first is her family, and the second is her monster truck. Even though she will willfully wreck it herself in competitions or while fighting, she’ll also accept no help in putting it back together. No matter how I, or anyone offers, only she can touch it.》
《Crucion: So If you mess with either of those things… well, there’s a reason her title contains the word Wrathful.》
His words rang true, and Itsy made a face that few had ever seen before, and those who had, didn’t live to speak about it—pure unbridled rage. But Itsy didn’t charge at her foe, she slowly lumbered at first but then began picking up the pace.
Modelle desperately fired at the steadily charging giantess, but nothing seemed to be happening. The woman had modified her guns to make them form a distinctly more Itsy-shaped shell, so that she could hit her with more rounds at once. When she ran out of ammo, she simply slapped and fused more ammo magazines to the back of her contraption instead of having to reload them. But it wasn’t enough, and never would be enough.
《Crucion: Itsy had a feeling that paralysis ammo would be her biggest threat in this competition. So uhh, every day since the tournament's announcement, she’s taken a bath in it to build up her resistance. Now, even a lethal amount wouldn’t stop her.”》
Round after round, Itsy simply pushed through the pain and shrugged off the effect of the paralysis. It still somewhat worked, making her limbs more sluggish, but that just meant she had to push through even more. By the time she reached modelle, she was at a full rampaging sprint. But instead of clobbering the woman who’d wronged her, she instead grabbed hold of the woman by the throat and lifted her up.
“Fix it!” Itsy shoved The Adjuster’s face an inch away from her artistically-redesigned monster truck.
“Umm, uhhh,” Modelle hesitated. In retaliation, Itsy shook her madly, like a can of soda she wanted to explode.
“FIX IT!” As soon as the woman’s head stopped reeling, she did as asked, reverting the monster truck back to normal in just a few seconds.
The moment it was back to normal, Itsy tossed Modelle aside like a ragdoll, sending her crashing out of the arena. Even in her moment of victory, Itsy didn’t seem to care in the slightest, as she popped open the hood of her monster truck to make sure everything was as it should be.
“Itsy wins!”
~Unfulfilled Wish~
Modelle: (Original wish replaced) To never have to fight Itsy ever again.