G l i t c h y G o b l i n !

The fans were deafening, the hum of speakers charged the air around the opposing stages… it was about to begin… the most metal concert in the history of the world, sponsored by Deus Ex Machina brand  Goblin Juice (It’s Goblin-riffic).

Dethklok strolled out toward the fans, faces white, and without even acknowledging the crowd, began to shred the minds of their enamored fans. The violent, brilliant music ripped the air apart, and their opponents were nowhere to be seen. The DMC fans called to their masters, yelling “Krauser-sama! Camus! Jagi-sama! Where are you?!”

They watched from the shadows.

Soichi Negishi was sweating bullets, the legendary guitar in his hands calling for blood. “No way… there’s to many people… and it’s Dethklok! The biggest band in the world!” He swallowed hard and turned to flee, and found himself face to face with his manager. One glare and a shove was all it took, and the concert battle began.

Dethklok continued to tear the stadium apart, their fans becoming even more worked up. One of the Dethklok supporters made just one comment, just an off-hand remark about how Krauser was too afraid to face Nathan Explosion…

The fight erupted.

Fans bashed in faces, fists met bone and blood, and bodies began falling. However, without the music to fire them up, the DMC fans were quickly being pushed back.

It was then that a rumble shook the DMC stage. A coffin burst from the floorboards of the right side of the stage, and out walked Jagi, ready to play. Another coffin burst through the stage in the middle of the back, and out came Camus, screaming and drumming at air, ready to tear it all apart.

The third… didn’t go as planned. The third coffin sprung through the stage… and kept going afterwards. It sailed through the air, and came crashing down in the middle of the brawling fans. The crowd retreated, and even Dethklok sopped between songs to observe.

Out from the coffin, covered in the blood of Dethklok fans as well as his own, burt Krauser, who screamed at the top of his lungs, “I AM THE DEMON KING!!!” 

Fans brought him a chord, plugged him in in the middle of the crowd, and the music resumed, as did the fight. This time, however, it wasn’t the same. The Detroit Metal City fans surged with fresh energy and the taste of blood, and raved the Dethklok fans, pushing towards the stage.

The manager made his move, adjusting his glasses. “Not yet, young band. My boys need this concert… and that guitar.” With that, he pressed a button on his phone, signaling the release of the captured beast caged beneath the pit. However, he wasn’t the only manager who had decided to strike, as a beer bottle crashed over Dethklok’s Manager’s head. There stood the manager of DMC.

The two stared each other down, wordless, sharing a deep understanding of the other’s tactics… and began to make out like crazy. Yep. That’s the power of Dethklok AND DMC.

However, even as the two of them lost interest in the world, the chimera rose from the depths, tearing through DMC fans and Dethklok fans alike. 

This did not phase Dethklok.

DMC stared at the forty foot tall half-lion, half-goat amalgamation with a king Cobra’s head for a tail, and Negishi, for a brief moment, feared the creature. Then he remembered who he really was. Johannes Krauser II.

The beast roared mightily at Krauser, lunging for a meal, and Krauser’s guitar cried out in madness as he swung, clubbing the beast across the nose. The chimera stumbled towards the DMC stage, turning back on Krauser as the Cobra tail struck as Jagi. Jagi sidestepped, and whistled to Camus. He looked up, and saw the snake… a bigger version of the ones he already had. It would be his. 

In seconds, Camus had the Cobra by the fangs, head-butting it into submission as Jagi scaled the beast, searing it with his flaming breath. It howled in pain and the two front heads lunged again for Krauser, and thanks to a massive effort by tons of die-hard fans, was slowed, forced to look him in the eyes as the fans held the flaming beast back. Krauser looked into its eyes and then reared back, spitting into one of the lion’s eyes. It howled, looking at its meal… no, at Krauser… its new master, and knelt. Krauser climbed atop his new steed, still ablaze, and Dethklok and its fans could no longer focus. 

As the flaming chimera destroyed all in sight, its masters riding on its back, Detklok boarded their private Blade Copters, leaving behind the deed to Mordhaus. 

Long into the night, after all the fans had been massacred, Krauser yelled, Camus drummed, Jagi laughed, and two managers still had yet to realize anything had happened.

Congratulations, Detrioit Metal City, our Champion of the Week!

Also, congratulations to GreenNinjaN for winning a THIRD vote for his creativity and style! Go to DMC! -GG