Match 21260 Erin Hardesty vs. Heather Miller

[JohnnyChany]

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF

Round 1: Match 6

 

 

MATCH 4 RESULTS

 

SAMANTHA CARPENTER'S ATTEMPT

 

Samantha Carpenter gripped her knife while breathing heavily.

SAM: You’re not real… you’re not real…

The mausoleum echoed with the groans of twisted, reanimated versions of her past. There was the bodega clerk who had protected her and her beloved sister, Tara, from Ghostface, now a decayed, mindless puppet of the Tall Man. He lurched toward her. Behind him, Richie Kirsch, his face still bearing the wounds of their final battle, sneered as he raised a jagged piece of metal. Liv McKenzie and Anika Kayoko, their forms eerily vacant, shambled toward Sam, their Lurker forms driven by the Tall Man’s will. Samantha gritted her teeth.

SAM: You all should’ve stayed dead.

Sam fought fiercely, she sliced through the Lurkers, her rage and skill carried her through the horde of minions. She drove her blade into Richie’s throat, kicked Liv back into an open crypt, and used a broken tombstone to bash Anika away. Just as she thought she had a moment to breathe, a soft whirring sound filled the air.

The Sentinel Sphere gleamed in the dim light. It extended its blades and zipped toward Sam.

SAM: Oh, shit.

She ducked and weaved between headstones, desperately trying to lose the sphere. She dodged its deadly assault for a while, even using broken pillars as cover, but the relentless sphere was faster. A sharp whirr and a spray of crimson marked the end of Sam Carpenter. The sphere embedded itself in her skull, drilling deep before dropping her lifeless body to the ground.

 

SIENNA SHAW'S ATTEMPT

 

Sienna stood over desecrated graves, her heart pounding. Jonathan Shaw, her little brother, stared at her with vacant, empty eyes, his body controlled by the Tall Man’s power. Behind him, her mother, a pale, ghostly figure, watched her with a sorrowful expression.

SIENNA: No… you can’t be here… you’re dead.

She clenched her fists as Jonathan lunged at her, and she forced herself to fight back. Every swing of her sword felt like it was cutting into her own soul, but she pressed on. When a Sentinel Sphere targeted her, she grabbed one of the Lurkers and used it as a shield. Sienna watched as the sphere sliced through the reanimated corpse instead of her.

The Tall Man watched from a distance; an amused smirk spread across his gaunt face. Two Gravers worked behind him, digging an open grave.

TALL MAN: For you, my dear.

SIENNA: Not today.

The Gravers lunged, and Sienna fought back with everything she had. She disarmed one, grabbed its shovel and, with a mighty swing, took off its head. With precision, she turned her sword on the Tall Man and cleaved through his neck. His body collapsed backward and fell perfectly into the grave dug for her.

 

HOST CHECK-IN

 

Elvira appeared with a welcoming and mischievous smile. Next to her, Randy Meeks shook his head with disappointment.

ELVIRA: Now, we all know the Tall Man never stays dead for long, but for tonight, Sienna has secured her victory. Talk about terrifying tenacity!

RANDY: I really thought Sam had it. She fought so well, but those damn Sentinel Spheres... They don’t leave much room for error."

ELVIRA: Oh, cheer up, Randy. Surely, the next match should lift your spirits! Fresh from surviving massacres in Texas, we’ve got Erin Hardesty and Heather Miller!

RANDY: Two survivors of Leatherface, facing off. It feels right that they go against one another.

ELVIRA: Now, for all you wondering, why no Sally Hardesty representation? Well, let’s be real darlings, she screams way too much, even for me. And they’re not even the good kind of screams.

RANDY: My eardrums agree. Now, let’s break down our chosen Final Girls. Erin Hardesty survived Leatherface’s rampage by outwitting and outrunning one of horror’s most brutal killers. She was resourceful, clever, and had the sheer will to survive. Heather Miller, on the other hand, had a much more complicated journey. She was thrown into the madness of the Sawyer family legacy, only to later embrace it, discovering that Leatherface was in fact her cousin.

ELVIRA: Which leads us to our challenge. Both of these women survived Leatherface’s game of death, but now they’ll face something perhaps even more terrifying... Victor Crowley in the swamps of Louisiana!

Elvira shivered theatrically.

RANDY: For those unfamiliar, Victor Crowley is an undead, vengeful force of nature. He was cursed by his father’s failed attempt to save him from a burning house, and now, he slaughters anyone who enters his domain. He’s relentless, brutal, and worst of all... He seemingly can’t be permanently killed.

ELVIRA: Not unless one of these Final Girls stumbles upon his father's ashes.

RANDY: This match isn’t about slaying the beast…it’s about survival. The one who lasts the longest and escapes wins.

ELVIRA: Oh, and I have a message for Heather. You won’t be able to rely on your “cuz” this time. Let’s hope some sudden revelation doesn’t convince you to try and suddenly side with Victor!

RANDY: I doubt that’ll happen, but Heather’s ability to adapt might be what gives her an edge. She adjusted to the Leatherface revelation quickly, even after he had just brutally murdered her friends, maybe she can adjust to this madness too.

ELVIRA: I Keep going back and forth in my mind. I honestly have no clue who’s going to take this one. But that’s what makes it exciting!

RANDY: Exactly. Now, let’s take everyone on a trip to the blood-soaked bayou.

 

HONEY ISLAND SWAMP

 

Erin looked around and sighed as she took in her surroundings.

ERIN: Great. Another nightmare.

She held tight a makeshift weapon, a rusty machete she had found lodged in a tree. Her body tensed as the humid air clung to her skin.  The distant sound of swamp creatures filled the air.

Nearby Heather rolled her eyes.

HEATHER: I swear, if my cousin isn’t being looked after during all of this, I’m going to be pissed.

She picked up a discarded hatchet close to her feet and eyed it with violent intent.

From the thick fog, a figure emerged. It was the hardened survivor of Victor Crowley’s wrath, Marybeth Dunston. She appeared weathered and eyed the two women with grim determination.

MARYBETH: Listen up, I was brought in to help you out. You two don’t know what you’re in for. Crowley’s not just some masked slasher. He’s a goddamn hurricane of death. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t think. He just kills.

ERIN: Great. Any weaknesses?

MARYBETH: None. The best thing you can do is run. Stay hidden. And don’t let him get his hands on you, or you’ll end up looking like something out of a butcher shop.

HEATHER: Lovely. Are you saying we can't fight back?

MARYBETH: No, you can. You most likely will need too. Hack away at him with everything you got if he captures you.

ERIN: Wait, are you a survivor? Are you also being made to compete in this tournament?

Marybeth did not respond. Before either Heather or Erin could say more, the world around them blurred, and they were suddenly somewhere else. They now found themselves in separate areas of the swamp. The deadly game of cat and mouse had begun.

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Erin Hardesty
Read more about Erin Hardesty at Wikipedia
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Heather Miller
Read more about Heather Miller at Wikipedia
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[JohnnyChany]

Last day to vote for match 6.

[Boratz]

I gotta go with Erin. She is freaking insane and a force to be reckon with

 

Heather might have a chance if she says he cringe worthy line of "Do your thing cuz" and then slides a chainsaw over toward Leatherface 

[Callisto]

Match Final Results

Member Ratings:
5.00 - Boratz

FPA Calculation:
1 Total Votes cast
5.00 Total Combined Score
5.00 / 1 = 5.00 Final Rating on the match

MATCH SCORE
Erin Hardesty: 3
Heather Miller: 0