Post by JackpotMans on Apr 1, 2021 20:54:36 GMT -6
Finals: Erza Scarlet vs Tifa Lockheart
The two finalists shuffle towards each other barely able to keep themselves stable. Erza, mage of the Fairy Guild, had become a heavy set woman in her 80s. Her armor felt heavier than ever as it clucked across the battlefield. Her blade was now being used as a makeshift cane and was the only thing keeping her from falling over. “I should requip to something lighter...how do I do that again?”
On the opposite side, Tifa drags herself to the center of the field. The decades have eroded at her muscular body, reducing her to a thin old woman. Her breasts became flat almost like sheets. Her body creaked with every single movement and some of her teeth had fallen out. “Gotta win this quickly, that old coot can’t put his pants on correctly much less run a bar.” She thought to herself.
Eventually the two octogenarians met at the center of the platform, taking a moment to catch their breath.
“Huff, ugh my aching back!” Erza said, rubbing her lower back.
“My knees are locking up again!” Tifa complained.
“Curse this arthritis.”
“Damnit, I forgot my hearing aid again.”
Eventually, Erza notices her opponent. “Excuse me, do you remember what we’re doing here?”
“Eh watcha say? Hey, aren’t you the person I’m supposed to fight?”
“Oh I’m a mage not a kight.”
“You’re right it's too darn bright out, but it’s not stopping you from getting beat!”
“Someone should turn up the heat, I’m too cold.”
The two women then paused, a bit confused.
“Hm, what was I doing again?” Tifa asked.
“I don’t know, I think we were supposed to do something...something that started with an f I think.” Erza responded.
“Whatever it is, it can wait, right now it’s time for my nap.” Tifa said before falling asleep.
“Fetch? No. Fertilize? No. Fiddle? No…Fi...Fig...” Erza said before she too fell asleep.
The two finalists shuffle towards each other barely able to keep themselves stable. Erza, mage of the Fairy Guild, had become a heavy set woman in her 80s. Her armor felt heavier than ever as it clucked across the battlefield. Her blade was now being used as a makeshift cane and was the only thing keeping her from falling over. “I should requip to something lighter...how do I do that again?”
On the opposite side, Tifa drags herself to the center of the field. The decades have eroded at her muscular body, reducing her to a thin old woman. Her breasts became flat almost like sheets. Her body creaked with every single movement and some of her teeth had fallen out. “Gotta win this quickly, that old coot can’t put his pants on correctly much less run a bar.” She thought to herself.
Eventually the two octogenarians met at the center of the platform, taking a moment to catch their breath.
“Huff, ugh my aching back!” Erza said, rubbing her lower back.
“My knees are locking up again!” Tifa complained.
“Curse this arthritis.”
“Damnit, I forgot my hearing aid again.”
Eventually, Erza notices her opponent. “Excuse me, do you remember what we’re doing here?”
“Eh watcha say? Hey, aren’t you the person I’m supposed to fight?”
“Oh I’m a mage not a kight.”
“You’re right it's too darn bright out, but it’s not stopping you from getting beat!”
“Someone should turn up the heat, I’m too cold.”
The two women then paused, a bit confused.
“Hm, what was I doing again?” Tifa asked.
“I don’t know, I think we were supposed to do something...something that started with an f I think.” Erza responded.
“Whatever it is, it can wait, right now it’s time for my nap.” Tifa said before falling asleep.
“Fetch? No. Fertilize? No. Fiddle? No…Fi...Fig...” Erza said before she too fell asleep.