Tales of Series: Short Stories

Tales of Series:
Game of Death
At the dojo, a sihouette is seen on the shouji screen doors. The doors open to reveal a 12 year old little girl with brown skin and short pink hair, Hermana Larmo.
Hermana: "Punch!" *Throws a punch* "Punch!" *Throws another punch* "Kick!" *Swings a kick* "Kick!" *swings another kick* "Jab! Jab!" *jabs with her right elbow twice* "Jab!" *Jabs with her right elbow once more* "C'mon, Big Ox." *signals her opponent that she's ready*
Angle changes to the floor, revealing Hermana's opponent: a gigantic 30 foot tall heavily muscular hulking brown ox Gajuma, wearing a Streetball outfit, an afro wig, and shades, with a very deep voice, Tohma of the Four Stars.
Tohma: "The time, for the beatdown." *Flexes the muscles on his right arm* All right." *cracks the knuckles of his right hand* "I will bring it to ya. Let's go." (grunts as he gets into a sumo wrestler stance, stomping the floor, seat of his pants rip open revealing heart printed underpants, sighing that he'll work on that)
Meanwhile, Hermana charges at Tohma, jumps over him, snatches his wig from his head revealing short gray hair and then smacks his shades off, then lands on the floor with grace. Tohma bends over and tries to get his shades. However, that left him vulnerable for Hermana to jump him.
Hermana: (Karate shouts) *Snatches Tohma's hands, flips him, then drops him to the floor with a thump*
Tohma: "Oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh... That's not... "
On the couch, Jadeite Hearts and Luke fon Fabre (w/short hair) were playing as them respectively via controllers.
Jadeite: "Hang on, hang on, hang on." *loses* "Owww!" *slumps down in the couch, then turns to Luke, who is still playing* "Uh, my controller's broken!"
Luke: (Scoffs, to Jadeite)  "Oh, you always say that."
Jadeite: "Di- Awww. Aw, that Tohma character's garbage!"
Luke: "Ha! You always say that, too."
Jadeite: *Cheers up* "Best of three."
Hermana kicks Tohma's 'fro wig back onto his head.
Tohma: (Depressed that he has to fight Hermana in 2 out of 3 fights) "Oh... hell."
Jump the Abs:
On a Highway at bird's eye view, Eugene Gallardo is seen at the far right next to a crude ramp, all beefed and pumped up to the brim with meat and muscle in his body, sleeping on the pavement, with his chest armor off. Kor Meteor is seen on the far left, pedaling to the metal on a kiddie trike, parked with rear wheel brakes restricting him until he builds up enough speed, ready to jump Eugene's pectorals. On the sidelines, Zelos Wilder and Forest Ledoyen (in Beast Form) were watching the fun and betting on if Shing clears the pecs or not.
Zelos: "When he lets go of that brake, man. It's gonna be like Evel Kinevel's stunt bike plowing through a whole platoon of plastic German ground troops."
Forest: *counts up to 500 Gald, then hands them to Zelos* "Okay, Zelos. I'll see your one-thousand, and raise you five-hundred. How does that sound?"
Zelos: *grabs the 500 Gald, then adds it to amount* "Yeah, that's one bet you're gonna lose."
Eugene: (snoring) *scratches the itch on his groin in his sleep*
Kor releases the brakes on the rear wheels of the trike, tires screech and Kor takes off.
Forest: "He's never going to clear those pecs! Eugene has been exercising and lifting weights all day, and he's becoming heavily musclebound!"
As Shing hits the ramp and as he's about hit Eugene's pecs, time stops.
Forest: (anxious) "Ah!"
Zelos: (Amazed) "Who-ho-hoah!"
Camera zooms to Forest and Zelos, then turns to in front of Kor, then back to the side, then time resumes. By the second, the front wheel of Kor's trike hits Eugene's pecs, waking him up, and the trike bounces off, like Eugene's chest is like a trampoline.
Eugene: "Ooh-owwww!"
Zelos: "Aw man..." *gives his money to Forest in defeat*
Forest: *receives the money he won from Zelos* (Chuckles)
Eugene gets up behind them.
Kor: "Aaaah!" *hits the pavement with his chin* "Oof!" *Slides across the pavement* "Owww!" *Slides past the camera*
Eugene sees that Kor jumped him with a kiddie trike. The second after Shing slid past the camera, Eugene is up, stomping towards Kor, pissed off. As his shadow gets closer, Kor looks up to see a very furious Eugene, tromping towards him.
Eugene: *Picks up Kor by the collar of his jacket, bringing him to eye level* "If you keep doing this, Kor...," *Jerks him, pulling his face closer, butting heads with him* "I will be jumping you, the next time you sleep..., *rubs Kor's forehead with his left index finger, then Kor smiles sheepishly* "And I don't think either of us are going to make it. Understand?"
Kor was intimidated by that ominous fate that he and Eugene are going down together. A picture of a turd appears and a flatulance is heard.
The Eel:
In the kitchen, a banging is heard then the camera moves toward Emil Castagnier trying to knock out a harmless eel with a mallet, but he keeps missing as the eel itself squirms around in the sink. As the banging goes on, Spada Belforma comes in to find out what was all the racket going on.
Spada: "For the love of god's sake, my head- ugh! Where's that banging?! Stop that banging!"
Emil: "It's this eel. Caius told me to knock it out, so he could cook it for the meal-"
Spada: "Stop that banging! STOP THAT BANGING!!!"
Emil: (panicking) "I can't catch it! That thing is so slippery, I ca-can't-can't kill it!"
Spada: "Can't kill it? What the hell would you be talking about? I'll show you that you can kill it, all you gotta do is that you'll hafta, rip it's head off!"
Emil: "No-no-no-no! No! N-NO!" *teeth chattering, chewing on his fingernails, panicking*
Spada: (Indistinct grunting in effort) "Rip it's head off! Rip it's head off!"
Caius: "Hey guys!"
Caius Qualls (in his Beast Form) comes into the kitchen, punching the door open with a clawed hand, impatiently. Emil flinches in surprise.
Caius: "Where's my eel at?"
Emil points to Spada, trying to kill the eel. Spada flinches that Caius showed up.
Caius: (Getting angry) "Where's my eel? WHERE'S MY EEL?!"
Spada looks at Caius, then starts to think of something as he gets ticked off.
Spada: "He doesn't feel to good." (Chuckles) *holds up the unconscious eel* "He feels 'eel' [ill]. Ha-ha."