Match 21282 Jamie Lloyd vs. Tiffany Valentine

[JohnnyChany]

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF

Bonus Match #2

 

 

 

BONUS MATCH #1 RESULTS

 

The light hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the cold, clinical lab as Tina Shepard and Dr. Zoe McConnell stood amid scattered medical equipment, shattered glass, and overturned tables. Sweat dropped from Tina’s forehead as she struggled with exhaustion but remained focused.. Zoe, ever composed, wore smug satisfaction on her face like it was part of her uniform.

TINA: You think you're the first person to try and take me down?

ZOE: No, but I'll be the last.

Both women reached out with their minds. A metal tray shot across the room, narrowly missing Tina's head. In retaliation, she yanked a chair off the floor and flung it toward Zoe. The doctor flicked her wrist and sent the chair spinning harmlessly aside before launching a barrage of scalpels from a nearby counter.

Tina ducked and threw up her hand, halting the blades midair. Zoe was already moving. She pulled a heavy oxygen tank free from its restraints and hurtled it toward Tina. The tank smashed into her side and sent her crashing into a glass cabinet. Blood trickled from a cut on her brow, but Tina stood her ground. Her eyes burned with determination.

TINA: Is that all you've got?

Zoe's smile widened. Without warning, she closed the gap between them and pressed her fingers to Tina's temple. The world around Tina blurred as a horrific vision consumed her mind. It was her father stumbling backward on the dock, her own telekinetic outburst sending him into the dark waters below.

TINA: No! That wasn't my fault!

But the distraction was all Zoe needed. She seized a jagged shard of glass from the floor and drove it into Tina's abdomen. Tina gasped; her eyes wide in disbelief as her knees buckled. Zoe leaned in to make sure the glass was deeply lodged into Tina’s body. She whispered in Tina’s ear.

ZOE: I killed when I was young, too. That's why you're going to Hell, sweetheart. 

She twisted the glass shard cruelly.

ZOE:  Enjoy the trip.

Tina collapsed and the last few breaths escaped her body.

 

HOST CHECK-IN

 

Elvira lounged dramatically on her crimson velvet couch while Randy MEEKS paced nearby. He was simultaneously impressed and intimidated.

RANDY: Yikes. That was brutal. And that last line? Cold as ice.

Elvira sighed and shook her head.

ELVIRA: Poor Tina. All that telekinetic power and she still couldn't outthink a sadistic scientist. 

Elvira waved her hand dismissively. 

ELVIRA: It makes me question if she was ever truly Final Girl material. I mean, taken out in a bonus match? Talk about catching a stray.

RANDY:  Hey, we wanted these bonus matches to be tough.

ELVIRA: True. 

Elvira sat up; her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. 

ELVIRA: The next Final Girl better stay sharp, or we'll be sending another one home in a body bag.

Randy nodded.

RANDY: Speaking of which... with the first round finishing up, it's time to unveil our second bonus match.

Elvira grinned wickedly.

ELVIRA: Ooh, I love a surprise. Do tell.

RANDY: Ladies and gentlemen, ghouls and goblins…

Randy briefly looked over at Elvira with a wink.

RANDY:  Our next Final Girl is none other than Jamie Lloyd! Michael Myers's niece, survivor of multiple Haddonfield massacres. Brave, resilient, resourceful. The only reason she's not in the main tournament? Her age.

Elvira smirked.

ELVIRA: Not that the Powers That Be have any qualms about putting a kid in danger.

RANDY: None at all. And the powers that be, in their infinite wisdom, found a challenge just her size, a face-off with everyone's favorite pint-sized psychopath, or maybe second favorite, Tiffany Valentine.

ELVIRA: I adore Tiffany. But I must say my heart always sticks to the classics, and that includes Mr. Charles Lee Ray.

RANDY: Tiffany, the on again off again love interest of slasher icon, Chucky, is certainly not lacking in the bloodlust department.

ELVIRA: Their love is so toxic it would make a soap opera writer blush. Don’t be fooled by the plastic. Inside that is all woman.. And all killer.  Jamie should be gravely concerned.

Randy shrugged.

RANDY: Jamie won't be intimidated. She's been through hell with her uncle and isn't afraid to get violent if she has to.

ELVIRA: Well, let's see how this pint-sized brawl plays out. Enjoy the show, everyone.

 

SPIRIT HALOWEEN STORE

 

In a dimly lit dressing room, Jamie Lloyd stood quietly, her petite frame dwarfed by a rack of Halloween costumes. She scanned the options, a princess dress, a clown suit, a skeleton onesie. Her fingers hovered over the clown costume; a grim reminder of the outfit she'd worn the night her innocence was shattered.

She picked a simple black outfit, practical, easy to move in. Her mind raced as she thought about the fight ahead.

Meanwhile, outside the Spirit Halloween store, Chucky leaned casually against a brick wall with a wicked grin stretched across his face as he addressed Tiffany, who stood atop a wooden crate.

CHUCKY:  Look, Tiff, you take out Michael Myers's brat, and people are gonna start giving us the respect we deserve. No more "doll jokes."

TIFFANY: You really think offing his niece will make that much of a splash?

CHUCKY: Hell yeah! And if Mikey comes after us for revenge? Even better. Imagine if we could work our voodoo magic and take over his body. That's one durable meat suit.

The idea seemed to light a fire in Tiffany. She smiled, baring her sharp plastic teeth, and lifted up her knife. She then laughed with malice in her heart.

TIFFANY: Now that would be a glow-up. All right, I'm in. Let's carve up a Lloyd.

 

[Callisto]

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Jamie Lloyd
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Tiffany Valentine
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