Domestic Dude's First Fight (Random)

I will be using Domestic Dude in his first fight in the Battle Arena!

Domestic Dude walked over to where his defeated foe had fallen unconcious. The burns from Domestic Dude's toasted cheese sandwiches had proven to much for the foe. Domestic Dude tied his trusty Jaffle Iron of Justice across his body.

"It's all right," said Domestic Dude to the panicked children watching nearby. "You are safe now. This madman will never harm you again."

Domestic Dude took the Ironing Board off his back and jumped on. As Domestic Dude flew away from the scene of destruction upon his Ironing Board he looked down at his own injuries. The fight had not been without its consequences.

I still need more practice, thought Domestic Dude, if only there was someone I could fight and hone my skills.

As Domestic Dude landed and strapped the Ironing Board to his back he walked to a crowd of people.
"Listen to what I have to say!" called Domestic Dude.
The crowd looked over at Domestic Dude. "Why? You have a saucepan on your head."
Domestic Dude ignored the comment, "I wish to fight someone to hone my skills. If I win you will forever be remeber as the person who helped me attain perfect fighting style and in turn save millions of people. If I lose, you get to keep my weapons and armour and continue the good fight."

The crowd started to come alive with excited conversation.
"I could use a muffin tray." "My Ironing Board does need replacing" "That guys a weirdo, let's throw cats at him." "Don't be stupid, Rat kill only kills rats."

The traffic on the street behind Domestic Dude grew loud, the sun grew hot and the crowd grew anxious as they waited for a challenger to come forth...

Right I shall use Fireball. Here is is bio you cheese eating surrender monkey.

Name:Fireball
Age:19
Race:Human
Sex:Male
Hairrown
Eyes:Green
Weight:100kilograms
Height:180

Weapon: Criket Bat, Also can peform flame attacks from any video game he has played. If runs low on energy cannot peform attacks until he consumes a vast amount of TIM TAMS. He can project flame from any part of his body.
Armor: Blue guanlets that have triforce symbols on them.

Personality:Fairly easy going with a strong feeling of resposibility

Apperance:Wearing blue cargo pants a red shirt dunlop volleys, a kind of shoe, he appears fairly average with fair skin.

Bio:Fireball discovered he had his control of flame last year when he was complete bored one afternoon. He discovered that his brothers had also obtained powers. They formed team triforce and had many adventures. It was later revealed that they had obtained their powers through playing Zelda a real lot on their old T.V. that gave out a lot of low level raidation. Fireball's power corresponds with the goddess din and the triforce element of power. He however refuse to join the din clan because he believes that only with the help of those with wisdom and courage can obstacles be overcome. This was proved to him last easter when a group of malevolent aliens tried to use him to bring about armeggedon. Along with the help of his brothers fivefifthteen and the Sleeping Aardvark was he able to overcome the Alien's Mind control device. Yes he can fly by directing fire down his legs. He hopes to have many more advetures here at the forums.
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A young man dressed in red and blue stepped out of the crowd.
"I shall fight you," he said, "especailly after that display you put on when rescuing those children."
"You were following me?" Domestic dude asked.
"Yes" the young man replied as he tried to straighten his t-shirt that was flapping in the gentle breeze.
"So what part of my armour or weapons do you wish to obtain?" Domestic Dude asked. Mumurs arose from the crowd "Isn't that you know that guy?" " Yeah that flame guy," "Pfft he isn't that great" "Hey the guy in the red shirt owes me money" The young man lifted his hand and motioned the crowd to be quiet.

"I whish to have your saucepan," he told Domestic Dude, "I have need of it as I have run out of the stryfoam cup variety of two minute noodles."
"Do you not have one already?" the household warrior asked
"No I threw it away in disgust after I could not get the remenants of a mornay sauce off it after a whole day of scrubbing."
Domestic Dude nodded a difficult task for one with out his power over houshold appliances. The young man who had accepted his challenge clenched his fists. They became alight with flame.
"The name's Fireball by the way." Domestic dude readied himself for battle as Fireball had just done.

Domestic Dude smiled. This adversary was going to prove tough. Not many people actually spend an entire day trying to scrub off mornay sauce.

"So," smiled Domestic Dude, "are we going to have to wait three episodes before you reach full power or are we going to start this thing?"

Fireball smiled back, "Let's do it"

In an instant Domestic Dude had brought up his Jaffle Iron of Justice and launched a super heated toasted cheese sandwich at Fireball. The deadly snack grazed Fireball's cargo pants and left a scorching reminder of Domestic Dude's power.

Fireball immediately responded with a barrage of fireballs. Domestic Dude shielded himself with his Ironing Board before leaping onto it and flying high into the air. Domestic Dude launched toasted cheese sandwich after toasted cheese sandwich until the area was thick with smoke.

"He he, you're toast," chuckled Domestic Dude.

Fireball rolled out of the way as the toasted sandwiches hit the ground. He held his palms out towards the ground that he was now facing. Flame sprung from his palms and caused him to rocket up into the air. He smacked straight into domestic dudes ironing board and they both started to fall towards the earth. They both landed gracefully on their feat. Fireball's flame wrapped around his fists as he walked towards Domestic dude.

He pulled his arm back and swung. But there was a clang as he hit the metal of Domestic dudes saucepan. The kid had ducked at just the right moment. However Fireball promptly kneed him in the face. Domestic dude was sent sprawling back into a wall. Fireball began to rapidly fire balls of flame at Domestic dude. After his attack had ended the only bit of the wall that wasn't charred and blackened was where domestic dude was standing.

Domestic Dude stepped forward from the charred wall, "You are a worthy opponent."

Domestic Dude looked down at his muffin tray armour which was now red hot. All of a sudden, the red glow appeared to slide off of the muffin tray. "Teflon, absolutely nothing sticks to it."

Fireball took a step back in surprise before composing himself once more. The flames around his hands came to life again. "I'll just have to hit you where there's no armour...in the legs, Ned Kelly."

Fireball's ferocious flames shot out of his hands. Domestic Dude leaped into the air as the flames licked the bottom of his shoe. Domestic Dude saw his Ironing Board lying nearby. He quickly picked it up and as Fireball was recovering from his massive blast of fire, Domestic Dude smacked him in the side of the head with it.

"He he, 'board' of this yet," chuckle Domestic Dude.

Fireball cringed as he got smacked upside of the head with the ironing board repeatedly. He didn't mind the physical pain but the mental abuse of the bad puns could be against the geneva convention or whatever. Fireball rolled over opened his mouth if to yawn but instead a blast of flame shot out. After it had subsided Fireball was standing and domestic dude was not.

From his place on the ground domestic dude used his jaffle iron to fire toasted cheese sandwhiches at his foe. Fireball Flipped forward over them and grabbed one when he was at the peak of his graceful arc. When he landed he started munch on it. "Needs some tomato" he said quite ignore the idea that one shoul not chew with their mouth open or talk with their mouth full. Holding both palms together, after he had finished of the toasted sandwhich, Fireball began to power up an large flame. He was going to melt Domestic Dude's Jaffle iron

HEY! Let me in this. I'm gonna use Taran Hoth if u don't mind.

"Stop this nonsense!" Taran yells at the two. "Take this fighting elsewhere! You cannot fight in the middle of town square. Innocent people will be hurt." Fire ball would not stand for it. He launced a fire ball from his hands but Taran deflected it with his rod.

"I've had enough! I've gone through too much trouble to fight with punks like you!" He spun his stick around clockwise and did a double axel in the air and landed on fireball's shoulders. He began hitting him over the head repeatedly until a toasted cheese sandwich hit him in the back....

As Taran and Fireball fell to the ground, Domestic Dude spoke, "You wish to fight me as well? So be it. And don't worry, the only innocent people being hurt are you and fireball."

Domestic Dude spied a nearby Laundromat. The odds had tipped in his favour. Domestic Dude jumped on his Ironing Board and flew towards the Laundromat. Fireball launched a huge ball of fire at Domestic Dude. Domestic Dude watched keenly at the reflection of the front loading washing machine. He saw the ball of fire rush up behind him and dodged it at the last minute. The ball of fire slammed into the pizza place next door to the laundromat. Domestic Dude cringed, this was not what he wanted.

Domestic Dude weaved in and out of pizza place employees as the were sent hurtling from their shop. "I regret nothing!" screamed one. "Try our new hot, chilli pizza" said another as he flew past Domestic Dude.

Domestic Dude landed in the laundromat, faced fireball and Taran who were hot pursuit. Domestic Dude concentrated and in an instant a rush of water of detergent forcefully shot out of one of the front loaders. The water slammed into Taran and Fireball.

"He he, are you all washed up?" chuckle Domestic Dude.

Taran was covered in bubbles. The foam on his face made him look like he had a full beard and Elvis side burns. He screamed as he got up, for his new leather pants had just been hit by hot water, causing them to shrink.
"Heee!" Taran gasped in saprano. "You have disgraced the name of Hoth. You will pay!" He tried to run forward but fell to the ground, pulling at his pants which were beginning to constrict tightly around his waist and lower body. "Wedgieeeee!!"

MADE MISTAKE DID NOT MEAN TO DOUBLE POST

Luckily Fireball's had cut the washing instructions out of his clothes so they did not shrink. He wiped away the bubble abe beard and hat that had formed on his head and face. He crouched down grabbed a slice of pizza from the explode pizza place, taking care to wipe off the soap suds and dirt, and bit down on it as he tried to decide what to do next. After he had finished Taran was still going on about his shruken clothes. Perfect for Fireball. He snuck up behind the Taran and palced both his hands on his shoulders. Fwomp was the sound made as his flames enveloped his hands and subsequently Tarans body. As Taran slumped to the ground in pain Fireball turned his attention to Domestic Dude. Unfourtuately the washing label about shrinking got burned of Taran's clothing, as did the warning about not being Fire proof. Thus Taran would rejoing the battle shortly.

Fireball held out all five fingures of his left hand and a stream of flame twirled from each one. Domestic Dude put them out with his control over the washing machines. But they wouldn't work with out electricity. Fireball turned and sent a spinning disc of fame at the electircity pole just outside the building. As it burnt through the pole fell and ripped the electricy supply from the laundry mat. The pole fell on a amn passing by. The man groaned "My spleen and other various internal organs." Another man rushed over he screamed "Barry nooo!!!!" to which the man under the pole replied "Who the hell is barry?" he then slumped over and his eyes rolled back. Fireball turned his attention back on Domestic Dude.

A wry smile appeared on Domestic Dude's face. Fireball, noticing the smile, said, "What are you smiling about?"

"I get it," replied Domestic Dude, "no electricity, no washing machine right?"

Fireball looked at Domestic Dude with a confused stare. Domestic Dude flipped over his Ironing Board to reveal that built into the underbelly of his Board was a portable generator.

"This generator can power anything within 50 metres of me, Flame Guy."

"It's Fireball," stated Fireball.

"Whatever," replied Domestic Dude.

Domestic Dude concentrated as the washing machines came to life and were set on the spin cycle. The washing machines began rumbling slowly towards Fireball.

"This'll put you in a spin," laughed Domestic Dude.

Just as the spin cycles began to launch out more scalding water Taran rolled out of the way. "Thank goodness! I moved!" He gasped in saprano. He quickly sliced off his leather pants with his sword. His pants fell down about his ankles, revealing smily-face boxers. "My lower body couldn't take any more pressure. I thought i'd be singing saprano forever! " His feet turned green and he smiled wryly. "Prepare for my sound speed dash! I would be able to do the LIGHT speed dash if i had put on the boots of kick everything this morning, but instead i put on the flip flops of kick not many things. Consequently, i'm not going as fast as light but just as fast as sound." Thus he began to run around his foes, sword raised. He was moving so fast they were having trouble seeing him. THen he had them right where he wanted them. just as he was right about to strike the final blow he ran into a mail box.

"MY SCAPULA!" Taran yelled. THe others began laughing and resumed their fight as he twitched on the sidewalk.

People walked around the twitching body, staring. "Mommy," Said a little boy. "Why couldn't we live in a normal neighbor hood? This town is full of freaks like him!" He pointed at the twitching taran.
"Honey," The mother replied. "That man may be freakish, but it's not right to point out imbarising atributes of others."

Fireball needed to stop the washing machines, or at least draw domestic dude away from them. Fireball pondered his delimea as he used his rocket power flames to dodge the washing machines attacks. Suddenly e was behind the washing machines which with a slow rumble turning to face him again. Here was his chance. Flames shot out of both hands and destroyed the motors of the machines which had become unprotected when they had moved away from the wall. Half slowed down and stopped, the others were unaffected. Domestic dude gasped.

Fireball used this lap in concentration to rush the house hold warrior. Grabbing him in both hands he Picked him up and flew to the other side of the busy town square. He dropped him next to the genric cola machine, which was fifty-two feat away from the washing machines. Taran was stirring next to the mailbox he had run into. Fireball punched his falme encased hand through the plastic on the front of the machine and pulled out a can. He shook it and heated it with his amzing falme powers. He threw it across the square at Taran. To put it quite simplely the can exploded. Fireball then kicked Domestic Dude who was in a feotal postion on the floor. "Oww..,. my ovaries," He cried. The guy under the telegraph pole finally recieved medical attention, after the Ambulence had run over him.

Domestic Dude cringed in pain as he slowly got to his feet. This was most unexpected. Taran came flying over into the fray because of the exploding can. Taran pushed the cola machine onto Fireball. Smack!

"I've been hurt by sweet, colary goodness," gasped Fireball.

Taran turned his attention back to Domestic Dude.

"I told you, you can't fight here, people will get hurt," pleaded Taran.

"You're right," conceded Domestic Dude. "People will get hurt, you and Fireball."

Domestic Dude launched a toasted cheese sandwich at Taran. Taran deflected the deadly snack with his stick. The snack hit the guy from the telegraph pole.

"Looks like we'll have to do a toasted cheese sandwich bypass," said one of the paramedics treating the telegraph pole guy.

"It's going to be tricky, we're just lucky that there was no tomato in that," replied the other paramedic.

Domestic Dude made a quick calculation. Fireball had thrown him 52 feet away from the washing machines...Domestic Dude's generator could power anything within 50 metres. 50 metres is more than 52 feet.

"That fool," muttered Domestic Dude.

Domestic Dude concentrated as the washing machines came rumbling towards Taran and the vending machine holding Fireball captive. One of the machines began to rumble violently. Domestic Dude's eyes grew wide.

"An unbalanced load," gasped Domestic Dude.

Domestic Dude ran over to where his Ironing Board was resting on the ground. He quickly jumped on and flew away from the unbalanced washing machine as it reached Taran and Fireball and exploded. Clothing flew in every direction.

"He, he, guess I just 'clothes'-ed you down," laughed Domestic Dude.

Fireball got trapped inside a turtle neck sweater. After much struggling he decided to put it on rather than take it off. After he put it on he lay down on the ground drew his hands into the sleeves and drew in legs up into the jumper. Finally he pulled his head in. Four spouts off flame came from with in the warn necked clothing. Fireball began to spin at a tremendous rate defying everthing taran watched the spinning Fireball rise off the ground and and give chase to Domestic Dude like he was some kind of flying saucer. Taran gave chase as well but along the ground.

"Not quite!" Taran yelled as water propeled him upward. He had his sword storm crow raised and was charging it up. "Charge 1!" He yelled "Charge 2! Charge 3! Attack of the storm crow!" He pointed towards Domestic dude. Where a black crow should have appeared to peck out domest'c dudes eyes, was only a fat duck, flying in circles in the air. "Ah, man! I forgot to change the batteries this morning." Taran exclaimed.
"This just quaks me up!" Domestic dude laughed.
" Maybe i can use this to my advantage." Taran exclaimed to himself. Taran charged up again, and this time a solid oak door flew toward Domestic Dude. It opened, stopped so that he was in the frame, and slammed on his face.
"Gee," Said Taran. "I a-door you!"

"Egads!" exclaimed Domestic Dude. "I'm the only one allowed to use puns around here. For your insolence I'm going to have to 'pun'-ish you, he he."

Fireball's Gamera-like attack came flying at Domestic Dude. The flames spouting out of Fireball's sleeves and such were drawing closer and closer. Domestic Dude quickly took the saucepan off his head and tilted at just the right angle. The flames from Fireball's attack hit the saucepan and were reflected into Taran's face.

"My face, my beautiful face," cried Taran. "You are going to pay for this!"

"He, whatsa matter, Taran? Getting all fired up?" laughed Domestic Dude.

Domestic Dude was too busy taunting Taran that he forgot about Fireball. Fireball smacked into Domestic Dude, sending the household warrior to the ground.

"Uggh..." groaned Domestic Dude. "This hurts."

"You're telling me," said the guy under the telegraph pole who was still being treated by paramedics.

Fireball turned his attention to Taran. They looked each other in the eye. Taran's once supposedly beautiful face, now covered in soot, gave no hint of fear. Fireball and Taran charged at each other as Domestic Dude looked on in agony...

"I was gonna make it onto the cheerleading team with my pretty face!" Taran sobbed.
"Do you have something you need to tell us, Taran?" Fire ball exclaimed. He eyed him curiously.
"Yes, i mean, no!" Taran exclaimed embarressed. "Lets keep this match thingy dooser houser goin Fire man!"
"It's fire ball!" Fireball launched fireballs at taran, who's sword was malefunctioning once more. When it finaly stopped changing into different things, it was a golf club.
"Hmm," Taran said. "2+2 is? FORE!" He smacked the fireball's back toward his attacker

Fireball rolled out of the way of the deflected attack. He spotted some birds nesting on a nearby tree. They were crows, like tarn had wanted to produce before. Fireball shot a flame towards them and they were alight with flame they called in agogny and abonded the branch on which they were pearched. They flew towards tarn and cawed as they hit into him causing much pain. Unfourtunately one of the crows was quite old and wise, he had gained a bit part in the movie version of fellow ship of the ring, he realised that fireball was the one who had attacked him. He lead the others in and air strike against the flame weilder.

Fireball ran from them quickly, scooping some lose stones off the ground as he did so. He turned and threw them at the crows. "Stone the flame crows uh," Domestic Dude said as he got back up. Fireball turned and made to kick him but domestic Dude blocked it with his ironing board. So Fireball spun and A great flame came from his chest and knocked Taran of his feat. Fireball song the gamera theme song under his breath, "Monsters coming from Mars, or some other alien world?
Come on, space monsters! Bring it on!
Let's cut and poke! Okay, go-go-go...
Using spinning jets, he will win!" quite confusing his monster eras. Domestic Dudes saucepan went clang as it hit the top of fireball's head. "Man that song was annoying," domestic dude said as he put the suacepan back on his own head. Fireball muttered a faint "Owww..." as he rubbed the sizable bump.