Continued from here
Deathstroke in the Outworld
Before a throng of followers, spectators and the challengers of the next Mortal Kombat tournament, Shang Tsung officiates the preceding. “In the coming days, each of you will fight. Some of you by your own volition, others here by chance…” With that, a portal opens and Slade steps through an ornately carved mirror. His presence is noted immediately. “It would seem we have a new addition to the tournament.” Shang Tsung continues, "Welcome to Outworld human. Please take your place in the line-up." Slade stops abruptly and takes in the strange surroundings. “Tournament?” He says quietly. Meanwhile, Shang Tsung continues, “This year you participate in the most important Mortal Kombat in history. This tournament, the tenth after nine Outworld victories, will determine Earthrealm’s fate.
If you defeat all your opponents, you will face one final challenge…me.”
In the crowd, Johnny Cage whispers to Sonya Blade, “That old geezer’s the final challenge? They might as well give me the belt right now. They do have belts right…?” Before he can finish, he jumps back startled as Shang Tsung is no longer at the podium above the crowd, but standing right before him, “Appearances can be deceiving.” He says spitefully and floats casually back to the podium to continue addressing the crowd.
“Our first combatant will be Mr. Johnny Cage.” Johnny steps into a ring ahead of the crowd. “That’s right, that’s right. Which one of you chumps is first?”
Shang Tsung looks to the stranger who interrupted the preceding. Deathstroke looks back keenly. “What is your name stranger? And what brings you here to our Outworld tournament?” I am known as Deathstroke the Terminator.” Shang Tsung eyes him suspiciously, "You are most heavily armed, Mr. Terminator." He hangs the word terminator in the air for a long period of time. "Do you have plans on using those arms to disrupt our preceding? I assure you that would not go well. Deathstroke scans the territory and eyes the legions of Mortal Kombat warriors. “I am looking for someone.” He pulls out the paper wrapped around his portion of the shard. The name on the paper reads: Raiden. He begins to mouth the name, but hesitates as he doesn’t know what saying that name will entail. “Well then, Mr. Terminator… I can smell the stench of Earthrealm on you. This is the Mortal Kombat tournament. Here, the combatants fight for the preservation of their realms. I can also smell the stench of death upon you. You are a warrior and I don’t believe your intentions. Perhaps you would like to join us in a little sport? If you are successful, perhaps I can be of assistance in helping you locate whoever it is you are looking for.”
“I don’t have time for this. I am not a part of your games…” Shang Tsung ignores him as several soldiers quickly sling pikes at this neck.
Shang Tsung continues undaunted, “Very well then, the next challenger… Deathstroke the Terminator.”
Cage steps up and points at Deathstroke, “It’s ShowTime.” Quickly, Deathstroke pulls his swords, disarms and shoots the soldiers; he then turns his gun on Johnny Cage. "You think I can't handle a gun?" Cage says mockingly. However, Deathstroke's attack is quickly stopped as a spark of fiery ember flies past his head. “Enough!” Shang Tsung yells. “So, you’d like to disrupt our preceding? Very well then, this will be a three-way battle. You will fight Sub-Zero of the Lin Kuei assassins and Johnny Cage.” From where he is standing, Sub-Zero freezes himself and falls backwards. The frozen encasement shatters upon the floor. Deathstroke looks on confused as suddenly, a frozen statue appears beside him. Sub-Zero bursts from it poised to fight. Johnny Cage readies himself.
Shang Tsung smiles “FIGHT!”
(The fight is every man for himself. Deadline is Sunday)