Apex Arena - Battle B4: John Spartan vs John Matrix

[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 B4: John Spartan vs John Matrix

The Apex Arena shifted once more, dropping John Spartan and John Matrix into a place beyond the imagination—a ruined space station drifting aimlessly in orbit, its corridors twisted and warped as if space itself had bent under unimaginable forces. The station was a broken, desolate place, sections of it exposed to the vacuum of space, while other parts seemed impossibly folded, like reality had been bent and twisted by an invisible hand.

Spartan materialized in a narrow, flickering hallway. The station creaked, the walls shifting slightly as if alive. The floor beneath his feet seemed to stretch away and then snap back into place, like some kind of optical illusion, or worse—like the entire structure was caught in a space-time distortion. Broken lights flickered above, casting strange, elongated shadows along the metallic walls.

He steadied himself, his instincts on high alert. The air was thick with a sense of wrongness—a disorienting pressure that made it feel as though gravity itself could change direction at any moment. Spartan gritted his teeth, his keen eyes scanning the warped surroundings for movement. He had faced madness before, but this was something else—something alien. He could see a weapon crate floating just ahead, hovering near the torn remnants of a bulkhead. He reached for it, the box jerking away and then slowly drifting back, as if it were playing a game with him.

Across the space station, John Matrix found himself in an open, distorted chamber. What should have been a control room was something out of a nightmare—consoles were suspended in mid-air, half-fused with the ceiling, while a door led nowhere, opening to a black void that seemed to swallow light itself. Matrix’s muscles tensed, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the environment. The station was a broken husk, but it wasn’t just the damage—there was something deeply wrong here, something that defied the laws of physics. He could feel the station moving, not in the usual sense of a spacecraft, but like it was shifting through different dimensions, phasing in and out of reality.

A loud metallic groan echoed through the station, followed by the unsettling sound of metal twisting and snapping. Spartan moved, navigating through a broken hallway, his steps careful as the floor seemed to bend beneath him. Gravity flickered, and for a moment, he felt weightless, his body drifting slightly before he managed to stabilize himself by grabbing a protruding cable. He knew Matrix was somewhere nearby—he could feel it.

Matrix advanced through the surreal corridors, his combat instincts working overtime to compensate for the disorienting warping of the station. He spotted a plasma cutter, its edge glowing faintly as it floated near a shattered viewport. He grabbed it, its weight reassuring in his hand, even as the space around him seemed to twist in impossible ways. He moved forward, stepping into a corridor where the walls curved upward, like the inside of a massive spiral shell.

The station was a maze of twisted metal and broken machinery. Parts of it seemed to be caught in a time loop—Matrix watched as a broken console repaired itself, only to explode again in a flash of sparks, repeating the cycle endlessly. Spartan pushed forward, his eyes sharp, his body ready for anything. He rounded a corner, coming face to face with a section of the station that seemed to stretch on forever—a hallway that bent upward and twisted into itself, creating an impossible loop.

Spartan spotted Matrix across the warped expanse. The two men locked eyes for a moment, each sizing up the other. Spartan knew that Matrix was a formidable opponent—someone who could match him in both strength and skill. But this place, this twisted nightmare of a space station, would challenge even the best.

Matrix moved forward, the plasma cutter in his hand, his eyes never leaving Spartan. The floor beneath him seemed to ripple, and he had to steady himself as the station shifted again, the walls groaning in protest. He moved carefully, navigating the warped terrain, his focus unbreakable.

Spartan grabbed hold of a floating piece of metal, using it to steady himself as he made his way through the twisting corridor. He could see Matrix approaching, the plasma cutter glowing ominously. The space station seemed to react to their movements, the walls shifting, the floor bending as if trying to throw them off balance.

Both men moved closer, the space around them warping and twisting, creating a surreal, nightmarish battleground. The station groaned, the sound echoing through the broken corridors, as if the very structure was crying out in pain. Weapons suddenly started floating around them as reality itself seemed to distort. They each grabbed quickly for one…

The ultimate battle for survival had begun.

[Callisto]

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John Spartan
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John Matrix
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[RiotGear]

Spartan is good, but Matrix is basically a super soldier.

In the he can body slam phone booths, flip over cars, tear apart metal, and jump from airplanes with our parachutes kind of way.

[JohnnyChany]

As much as I prefer the movie, I can't in good conscience go with the Demolition Man. Commando for the win.

[Pizza Guy]

Matrix. Nuff said.