Prelim Round. Zac Parsons, enter Hell

Zac whipped around as he threw his blade up in the air, he was laughing menacingly as he caught his blade and slashed out across the chest of his opponent. There was a bloody cry as Zac's Opponent fell to the ground. The arena was littered with body parts and soaked in blood. There were recordings of people laughing, cheering, and even booing as Zac looked up above the arena. There were thousands of people...most likely high ranking officials of the various nations....they loved to place bets on this Carnival Corpse...it was funny, they paid out of their pompous asses to watch Deadmen, Undertakers, and even Inmates fight to the death in this place. Though it was funny...They all demanded to watch Zac fight, Zac was the Undertaker that thrived on death and insanity that lived within the walls of the new Deadman Wonderland.

Zac bowed then as he brought himself up he was holding the head of one of his opponents. He smirked, flipped off the spectators then threw the head as hard as he could. People screamed and Zac laughed as he walked off the Arena floor. There were guards waiting on him, Zac paid them no attention as he walked past them. as the door slid open though the two guards fell to the ground as their heads rolled from their bodies. Zac turned as the doors began to close...he was licking his blade clean of the blood that was soaking it. As the doors slammed shut and Zac was walking away from the blood soaked arena, his laugh could be heard throughout the Lower regions of DW...the laugh of a monster happy within its home.

*Above the Arena*
The Director and Chairman smiled as the rest of the Board looked at the two with disgust. "my my my Chairman...looks like keeping Zac here was a good idea after all...look at all the new toys on the floor we get to play with....to dissect...to study." The Director said as he turned to look at the Chairman.

The chairman simply smiled at the gore. "He certainly is talented" he said in a dark voice. The crowd continued to cheer and boo as the blood settled into the arena. "Isn't the essence of death amusing?" he questioned, not really expecting an answer. His grin got larger he's an animal...no worse than an animal! Animals fight for survival...he fights for blood!". The chairman laughed with delight.

Moments later Asher walked into the arena taking cool collective strides, he looked around with his hands in his jacket pockets and sighed. "This place is always a mess..." he thought as he looked up at the crowd. They roared with excitement. "I wonder who im going to be up against now..." he said lowly as he cracked his knuckles.

"Welcome sparrow!" the voice screeched on the intercom. Asher looked up and scratched the back of his head with a nonchalant face, his uncaring red eyes stared up at the people. "Are you ready sparrow?!" the voice screeched again. The spectators continued to cheer as asher continued to give the same look. "Like I have a choice!" he replied sarcastically. The crowd began to boo and taunt him. "I hope you get pulled apart punk!: they screamed. He sighed again. "So uncool..." he moaned.

Zac watched fro up top as the challenger entered the arena. He smiled as the Chairman and Director turned to him. "Feel like another fight, it looks like this Deadman...wants to die." Zac chuckled as he stepped up to the glass and looked down to see the one they call Sparrow, as he popped his knuckles a voice in his head.
"hahahaha the little bitty sparrow challenges us...he must be so brave..."
As Zac muttered to his inner voice, "Or stupid."
"Early Morning they come to my room; Wake me up with familiar tune.
Whole day they stay by my side
Jumping and flying, full of life
Taking food, whatever and when they want
Their countless choices can end your life."
The voice said, as they both began to laugh in unison.

"GOOD...THEN LET THE FUN BEGIN!"

AS he finished speaking Zac jumped out of the window and landed in front of Asher...he did not look up yet, but felt immense glee as he could hear the simulated cheering. While in the shadows; both inmates...and Undertakers watched with curiosity.

Asher looked at his opponent and recognized him. He had heard about this guy, little to nobody has made it out of a fight with him of his knowledge. "Just my luck" he sighed as he began to slip off his fine shoes and kicked them to a clear area. "I don't want to get blood one those...they were expensive" he told Zac. Talking to a psycho wasn't usually effective but sparrow liked to talk in fight or else he would get bored. He slipped of his jacked and threw It with his shoes.

Zac spit on the ground as he drew his sword. The blade was almost as big as he was. It was jagged and looked as if made of stone, with a single swing Zac managed to cut a gash into the floor between them.

"well what is it that we have here Zac?"

Zac asked himself as he thought for a second, and as he found his answer he laughed...

"Well it looks like we have a little Sparrow...You will make a good new coat of blood to stain these walls." Zac said as he lugged the sword up and dashed at Asher. he swung the blade at Asher with sped that was not of this world as the look in his eyes showed that he had no intention of letting his new toy have a quick death.

Ash just watched him as he began to speak to himself he was already on guard but kept a cool composure as he slipped his hand out of his pockets. "Your so cocky" he said as Zac came at him with a sword. Blood blades began to pierce through ashers legs as he let himself fall back rolling on to his back avoiding the blade, looking for an opening Ash sent a powerful kick with both his legs towards Zacs chest if he was successful the blades would also stab into him.

Zac stood still and let the blow land on him. as the blades pierced him ac used it to grab hold of Asher. He then picked him up and pulled the blades out as he headbutt Asher. When he saw that the man was dazed he threw Asher as hard as he could. As he did the cuts on his legs began to seep blood, within doing so the blood began to seep around the floor as an aura began to withtake Zac's body.

"Your moves are predicable boy....but you amuse us HAHAHAHAHA! C'mon get up...GET UP YOU FUCKER!"

Zac growled as he smirked and looked down at his wounds.

"The foolish boy took aim at you, and YOU LET HIM HURT US!" the voice inside Zac roared as Zac punched himself in the head before picking up his sword. The blood on the floor began to bubble as Zac swung his sword wildly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled at himself as his eyes grew red and his blood began to harden and run over him, forming armor.

"GET UP TOY! GET THE FUCK UP AND FIGHT ME!!!"

Before he knew it Asher was quickly picked up and thrown down hard, he put his arms down to help break his fall and luckily he didnt hit his head. Zac began to speak to himself again as he looked up at him. Asher quickly rolled backwards and up to his feet jumping back to avoid the blade. He created blades on his legs in the same spot the hardening of the blade would stop the bleeding. "Whos the idiot who gave this pyscho a big ass sword...." he thought as he kept jumping back. Soon he would near a wall and When Zac swung again he would roll forward and get back to his feet and come up behind Zac. Considering the size of the sword and Zacs strength he assumed the sword would get stuck in the wall unless he had good control over it than reckless swinging. Either way blood claws would come out of Ashers knuckles and he would try to impale them in Zacs shoulder blades.

Zac saw the quick movement and swung his sword as hard as he could. His blade struck the wall and became stuck as the vibration caused Zac to stumble back a bit as he fought with himself he roared out as he sent his blood out trying to pin Asher.

Zac saw the quick movement and swung his sword as hard as he could. His blade struck the wall and became stuck as the vibration caused Zac to stumble back a bit as he fought with himself he roared. The blades from Ashers knuckled impaled Zac's shoulders. Zac used the wounds as momentum. As his arms went numb he began to lugh as his face turned white and his eyes turned to yellow with black slits...he began to laughout as he sent his blood out trying to pin Asher.

"WELL WELL LITTLE SPARROW...IT SEEMS ZAC HAS DECIDED TO SIT THIS ONE OUT...welcome to my show...I am the Man in Red" he said as he flexed and the blood covered him in an armor...and his arms regained their feeling...he began to laugh maniacly

After the attack Asher jumped back again watching as the blood began to pull itself over his body. "Just what the hell is this guy..." he thought. He brought the blades back into his knuckles while the blades on his feet remained in their place. He took a few steps back. "just stay cool" he repeated to himself. He slowly raised his arms in the air and threw them down quickly shooting out two knife like blood blades out at Zacs neck. It wasn't guaranteed he would hit him but he took a chance he began to think. "This guy is obviously psychotic...maybe if I could make him use t much blood ill have a chance.." He stared "the man in red" down as he watched to see his next move.

THe Man in Red smirked as the blades bounced off him. He then reached back and plucked the sword from the wall. He began to shake his head and tumble this way and that "God damnit I hate the fucker..." The man said as he threw the sword at Asher. AS he did he turned back as his own blood lashed out and it slashed across Ashers Chest. and as The Man began to decend the stairs Zac came back as blood stained his clothes

"Little Sparrow...you are not worth my time...get stronger...and let that mark on your chest be a lesson to you."

And as he finished he slammed the doors shut behind him and there was screaming in the hallway...bullets rang out...then silence.

The blade came toward Asher before he could think but his body reacted as it naturaly would the blades shot out of his fists and blocked the blade but the force threw him off balance and he began to fall back. "Damn it" soon he felt a sharp pain in his chest and he fell on his back and the large blade tumbled to the side. He looked down and there was a large cut. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed breathing heavy. The crowd roared again. Asher stood their for a while then finally got up. He slowly walked over and picked up his belongings and exiting the arena still bleeding.