Apex Arena - Battle A4: John Rambo vs Jane Smith

[Culwych1]

Introduction

In 1950, physicist Enrico Fermi famously asked, "Where the f&&k is everyone?" That question led to what is now known as the Fermi Paradox, pondering why humanity has never encountered intelligent life despite the vastness of the universe. But when first contact finally happened, humanity wished the answer had been "nowhere."

The aliens arrived with technology and powers beyond comprehension, annihilating Earth’s defences. Yet, despite their godlike abilities, humanity's defiance intrigued them. Instead of total destruction, the aliens devised a twisted experiment to understand humanity’s unique will to survive.

They chose Earth's 32 fiercest warriors from across time and space, placing them in The Apex Arena—a constantly shifting battleground where only the strongest survive. The prize? The salvation of Earth and a place of honour in the alien archives. 4 groups, 8 fighters in each. Who would stand, and who would fall?

Each warrior stands alone, unaware of their competition, fighting not just for glory, but for the very future of humanity. The Apex Arena has opened its gates. The battle for survival begins now.

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Apex Arena - Battle A4: John Rambo vs Jane Smith

The Apex Arena shifted once again, dropping John Rambo and Jane Smith into a desolate, decaying urban wasteland. This was no ordinary battleground; it was an abandoned quarantine zone in the heart of a city that had long since fallen to chaos. The streets were littered with the remnants of humanity—overturned cars, shattered glass, and faded signs warning of infection and quarantine. Buildings stood as skeletal remains, their facades cracked and hollow. Dust and decay clung to everything, the city itself an echo of the people who had once thrived there.

John Rambo crouched behind a rusting car, his instincts on high alert. He could hear them—shuffling feet, raspy breaths, the low, guttural moans of the infected. The people who once lived here were no longer human. They had become mindless creatures, infected by some long-forgotten plague that had twisted their bodies and stolen their humanity. Their eyes were hollow, their skin bruised and decaying. Rambo had seen war, had faced enemies who wanted him dead, but these infected were something else entirely; relentless, and utterly devoid of fear.

Across the quarantine zone, Jane Smith moved with precision. Her steps were careful, almost silent as she darted between broken alleyways, staying low and using the crumbling buildings as cover. She spotted the infected, wandering aimlessly through the streets, their broken forms casting long shadows in the dim evening light. She wasn’t afraid—she had faced death before—but she knew that fighting them would only draw attention, and attention was the last thing she wanted right now.

The infected were everywhere. Some stumbled through the debris-strewn streets, their eyes glazed over, their bodies emaciated. Others lingered near the buildings, their fingers brushing against cracked windows as if they were trying to remember what it was like to be human. The air was heavy with the stench of decay, a thick fog of hopelessness hanging over the abandoned streets.

Rambo moved quickly, using the cars and debris for cover. He spotted an infected figure blocking his path—its head hung low, its eyes unfocused, and its mouth slightly agape. He drew his combat knife, moving closer with the quiet precision of a hunter. One quick motion, and the creature fell silently to the ground. Rambo didn’t waste time. He had no interest in fighting these infected; his true target was somewhere ahead.

Jane climbed through a broken window, entering a darkened apartment building. The hallway was littered with old furniture, overturned and broken. She paused, listening to the sound of footsteps on the floor above—infected, pacing back and forth, restless. She moved carefully, making her way through the apartment, her eyes scanning for anything that could be used as a weapon. She found a broken metal pipe and picked it up, the weight of it reassuring in her hands.

The streets below were alive with movement. The infected were drawn to noise, and the faint echo of Rambo’s earlier kill had stirred them. They moved in a loose horde, stumbling over debris as they searched for the source of the sound. Rambo stayed low, watching them from the shadows of an old bus stop. He knew that Jane was out there—somewhere in this maze of decay—and it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed.

Jane emerged from the building, her eyes scanning the street ahead. She could see the infected, moving like lost souls, their forms barely visible in the fading light. She moved quickly, making her way toward an alley that would take her closer to the centre of the quarantine zone. Her instincts told her that her opponent was nearby—that whoever she was facing, they would be just as relentless as she was.

The infected began to gather, their numbers growing as they sensed movement. Rambo moved to higher ground, climbing onto the roof of a collapsed building. From there, he could see Jane moving through the streets, her silhouette darting between the infected, her movements precise and calculated. He knew that she was skilled—he could tell from the way she moved. But this wasn’t just about skill. This was about survival.

Fifty seconds.

Jane spotted Rambo on the rooftop, their eyes locking for just a moment. She knew that the time for hiding was over. She moved forward, her metal pipe ready, her eyes locked on her opponent. The infected were closing in, drawn by the sudden movement, their low moans echoing through the empty streets.

Rambo readied himself, his combat knife glinting in the dim light. He watched as Jane approached, her determination clear even from a distance. He knew that this fight would be brutal—there would be no mercy, no hesitation.

Twenty seconds.

The infected surged forward, their twisted bodies moving faster now, their hunger driving them toward the two fighters. Jane swung her pipe, taking down one of the infected as she moved closer to Rambo’s position. The horde was closing in, and there was no room for error.

Ten seconds.

Rambo jumped down from the rooftop, landing in the street, his eyes never leaving Jane. The infected swarmed around them, but both fighters were focused only on each other. The quarantine zone had become a battleground, and the infected were just obstacles in their path.

Three. Two. One.

The Apex Arena had spoken. The battle for survival had begun.

[Callisto]

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John Rambo
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Jane Smith
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[RiotGear]

Rambo is faster, stronger, tougher, and more experienced. 

 

[JohnnyChany]

If this was right after First Blood, I could maybe see a victory for Jane. But franchise Rambo is just too strong.