Wesker vs Link WITH A TWIST
"CHRISSSSSSSSSSS" Wesker screamed in a fit of RAGE, unable to watch Chris escape from his grasp. He flung his Uroboros covered arm upwards, latching onto the helicopter and trying desperately to bring it down. Over and over, Wesker shook his arm, trying to bring his most hated enemy into the fiery lava below. Then, as he glared at the helicopter in RAGE, he saw Chris and his little African whore grab a pair of rocket launchers. They thought they could kill HIM? Wesker may have laughed if not for the fact he was in painful agony. He pulled once more, trying as best he could with his depleted strength to pull it down. Then, he heard the sound of the rockets being fired. He watched with fury as the rockets flew towards him, until he could almost feel them touch his head, when, the next he saw, was complete darkness, and then, after a few moments, he saw that he was in a bar of some sorts.
Wesker looked around the room, quite confused. He looked at his body, and nearly shouted out in RAGE. No longer did he have his own body, no. Instead, he had some sort of green, wrinkled body. It still had power, yes, perhaps even more strength then his old body, but it was still disgusting. He looked at his reflection in a window, and saw he had still retained his head. Before Wesker could comprehend all of this, the door to the bar opened.
In walked a queer looking man, clad in green, and even wearing a weird, green hat. Wesker also noticed that he carried a sword and shield of some sorts. He passed Wesker without a word, and sat upon a bar stool. After a few moments, the bartender emerged from a door.
"AHHHHH! THERE IS MY FAVORITE CUSTOMER" The bartender screamed at the green clad man. The man responded only with a high pitched yelp. The bartender nodded, and slipped his hand under the bar, and pulled out a bottle of what appeared to be milk, and handed it to the man. The man pulled out some sort of jewels, gave them to the bartender, made another high pitched yelp, then began to drink the milk.
It was at this point, where Wesker was so consumed by the RAGE, that he could no longer stand it. He ran over to the green clad man, and punched him in the face. The man made a high pitched yelp, removed his sword and shield and prepared to strike Wesker, when the bartender screamed, "ENOUGH!". Both Wesker and the green clad man stopped.
"IF YOU MUST FIGHT, THEN YOU SHALL FIGHT AS IS TRADITION!"
The green clad man nodded, but Wesker could only stare in confusion and RAGE, until the bartender, again, put his hand under the bar. Now, however, he pulled out a pitcher of milk. He put both his hands under the bar and removed two large mugs. It took Wesker a second to realize that it was a drinking contest. It was then that Wesker's overconfidence took over. There was no way he would lose to this queerly dressed man. After the bartender poured milk into both glasses, Wesker gripped his mug, turned to the man, and said,
"Your future hinges upon this fight."
The man responded only with a yelp.
ROUND 1: Milk drinking contest (Whoever can drink the most milk wins)
ROUND 2: Alcohol drinking contest (All forms of Alcohol are available, whoever gets the most alcohol without passing out wins.
ROUND 3: Milk AND Alcohol drinking contest (Whoever can drink the most milk mixed with alcohol wins
Who shall win?