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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 18, 2017 2:45:23 GMT
After announcing Realigner Red's match, it seemed like fate that the much more... not evil Vi-Poi was up next.
The saiyan clears his throat, preparing for the final announcement."In the Major League we have Vi-Poi and Articho battling in Round Two!"
ROUND TWO of the Multiversal Tournament has begun! Player Versus Player Matches have a set 48 hour timer for posts. Failing to post in time will result in disqualification. After ten days pass (*10 minutes IC), if a knockout, ring out, and so on is not accomplished, judges will decide a winner. Without further adieu, get to punching each other.
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Post by Articho Reville on Dec 20, 2017 2:35:49 GMT
Articho tightened the wraps on his hand and rerolled the sleeves of his jacket back up to his elbows. His first fight in the tournament had been rather uneventful, almost as if he'd been handed a ticket to the second round. Whatever. All that meant was he was one step closer to winning. And it was a good thing he wasn't too tired either. His next opponent was the Premier of Earth himself, Vi Poi. A tough fight, no doubt, but the provided power boost from the weird bird people who organized this tournament definitely gave him a level playing field with the android. It was exciting, honestly, to be presented with such a rare opportunity to fight someone so strong. Something he'd been itching to do since Vi's time as Reagliner Red.
Articho floated up from universe 15's section and landed on the arena, stretching his arms across his chest as he readied himself for the battle.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 22, 2017 4:08:36 GMT
Vi-Poi patted his hair uncertainly as he slowly floated to the ring below. He’d been sponsored by Universe 15’s GALACTIC LEAGUE OF WRESTLING in order to showcase to the galactic public a prominent face, and he’d accepted tentatively, without knowing all the bells and whistles. It included getting his hair permed and so full of jelly that his new trounce of ringleted bangs bounced with the slightest of moves. His ears felt cold, as the side of his head had been combed so thoroughly that they stuck out prominently.
But the hair was just the start of it.
He was wearing a ridiculous costume. He looked like something out of a comic book, but not in a good way. His black battle vest gleamed with a spangle of varihued stars, each shaped with five-pointed in a cartoonish fashion, some drawn with frowns and some with glares, and some with smug smirks. Below his firetruck-red battle briefs, which chafed uncomfortably, was a golden leg vambrace sparkled with the scales of a fish, or some cosmic dragon. His boots had little angela wings on the heels.
It was all ridiculous, but most ridiculous of all was his tag-team partner.
Glubleek the Unlosing stood on his four tentacles in nonchalant glory by the ringside, in an even-more-ridiculous costume (plus cape), arms folded across his chest, masked eyes cast to the side. Glubleek had never actually participated yet -- and after the first round Vi-Poi suspected that he wouldn’t participate – but his exasperated sighs and huffs and half-shrugs at the azure android’s performance seemed to alight a large portion of the crowd, and judging by Vi-Poi’s telecom sensor suite, a large portion of Universe 15’s North Galaxy. Glubleek was galactic wrestling royalty, and had somehow gotten access to this strange tournament of the Vargas, if only to spectate.
Vi-Poi couldn’t sense anything at all from the pudgy squid-like alien, but figured that much of his eyerolling was an act.
Vi-Poi squared off against Arti, his arms akimbo. “You’ll be the third Turtle Hermit I’ve fought,” He mentioned, glad to be up against someone from his own Universe. With Arti just as strong as he was now, there’d be no telling what might happen. The last match he’d won by the skin of his yttrium teeth.
“Hope you cut back on the burgers, dude,” Vi-Poi sassed, slinking into Liang’s Tiger Style. “Even if your power level’s gotten supersized, you’re gonna need every bit of speed to keep up with me.” He tensed himself on the balls of his feet, letting Arti make the first move.
Waiting to counterstrike.
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Post by Articho Reville on Dec 23, 2017 10:48:28 GMT
When Vi stepped onto the arena, Articho wasn't sure if he wanted to bust out laughing or just stare at the robotic Premier in confusion. Why did everyone seem so keen on donning tights and masks like they lived in some kind of comic book or something? He relegated himself to shaking his head in disbelief, still dumbfounded by the idea of it all. "I'm guessing you fought Ninjin and Toma before?" he asked, dropping into his own stance. "Not that Toma really counts, anyway. He did about as much for the Turtle School as that perm does in making you look any better. Speaking of which, who still gets perms these days? You look like an old woman fresh on her way to the bingo hall down the block." The young hybrid took the time he spent talking to analyze Vi quickly. No doubt he was waiting for Arti to make the first move and readying himself to dodge it. He would have to try something pretty unpredictable if he wanted to get past his opponent in these first few moments.
"Yeah, I'm sure all the gel in your hair is doing wonders for how aerodynamic you are. Just so I know, it isn't gonna come alive and eat me all The Glop like, right?" Articho asked, a joking smile on his face as he clenched his fists tighter. Quickly, he readied two simple ki blasts in each hand and tossed them in a curving pattern, letting each one come in at either side of Vi Poi. A split second later, Arti moved himself directly in front of Vi Poi, aiming to toss his now removed jacket over the top of Vi's head. A weird tactic? Yes, but he hoped it and the two ki blasts would distract Vi long enough for him to finish up by moving around to Vi Po's back and aiming a solid side kick at the small of the android's back.
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KP: 3/3
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 23, 2017 21:57:43 GMT
Vi-Poi sniggered at Arti’s insults, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “Yeah that’s right,” He grinned. “Beats your hair-do. Looks like sasquatch took a dump in a bag and threw it on your head.” He blew the hanging tangle of permed hair out of his eyes. “Guess I could follow your lead and dress like a hobo, wearing the same coat all the time.”
His grin turned wide, stretching across his face as he rose four fingers. “And counting Toma, you’ll be the fourth. I’ve fought every single one of you, I guess.”
When Arti attacked, the android was ready. He’d done near-enough the exact same move a couple times before, and was well-versed in the distractions that ki and clothing could provide. Expecting the ruse, when Arti launched his blasts, Vi-Poi crossed his fists over his chest, legs braced and knees bent. Just before the ki hit, and the jacket hurled into the air, he let out a strong kiai, throwing his arms out wide. The force from his kiai caused the three feints to wobble away, but Arti was still coming in fast and strong.
Vi-Poi gritted his teeth, trying to keep up with his opponent’s movements. He wasn’t used to fighting someone as fast as he was. He usually had at least a tiny edge. Even though he was expecting some kind of jump attack, he was startled by the speed. His jaw dropped as Arti leapt behind him and began a swiping kick.
His now-human instinct took over. He launched himself into the air, flipping forward and bringing his palms together.
CRACK!
Hanging upside down in midair, he had blocked Arti’s kick with his hands, almost caught it too, but the force had been too great, and his fingers – smoking with steam from the scorching force of the blow – slipped as they grasped. Vi-Poi was flung simply by the force of the blow. He finished the flip, righting himself, throwing his winged sneaker-esque boots down on the tiled floor and skittering to a twisty stop as he turned to face the Turtle Hermit.
When he finally stopped, wind groaned low through the arena as the warring chi canceled eachother out.
That was close. He thought. Can’t get ringed out…
Glaring sullenly at Arti, Vi-Poi raised one leg straight as line dancer. Then, he calf flipped up at the knee in a 90 degree angle, the hinge opening to reveal the dark bore of a canon.
Fast as a blur, a blue blob of sentient degenerate proton matter known as Proto shot out at Arti, heading straight for him!
“PROTOOOOO!!!” The electronic Poop screamed.
Laser-Lax Leg Attack! [UP2] heading for Arti!
Unlatching his leg at his knee, Vi-Poi shoots his enemy with a sticky surprise! A glowing glob of degenerate proton matter named Proto rockets out at preposterous speeds, smacking into an enemy and causing much pain and shame for 66% of Vi-Poi's PL.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Dec 26, 2017 18:03:23 GMT
Articho grinned as his foot connected with Vi's hands and sent the android flying back. He recovered back to his regular standing position and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fast enough for you?" he said in a joking tone, rolling his shoulder to keep loose. "Seems Zexama had slipped my mind. She did a bit more than Toma did, but she did randomly disappear for a while and then I was left waiting on Toma to actually become Turtle Hermit. Rather annoying, having to wait on someone like that for so long. And, to be honest, your advice on hairstyle and fashion doesn't really hold much weight when you look like an extra from Cirque de la Lune. You sure you came to the right place? They went to Universe 2, from what I hear."
The hybrid readied himself as Vi lifted up a leg and swung it down, launching a big, blue...thing at him. It shouted some weird battle cry as it neared him, but he ignored it. Arti ran towards it, moving around it in a near instant and leaving an afterimage behind to take the hit while he reappeared in front of Vi, his palms already cupped by his side with a blue ball of ki charging in between them. "Kamehameha!" he shouted before thrusting his hands forward. This was no standard Kamehameha, though, as should Vi attempt to dodge at all, he would jerk his hands
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[SU1] Afterimage used! [V2] Bending Kamehameha used at 33%!
[V2] Bending Kamehameha - Tracking variant of the Kamehameha blah blah blah Articho moves the beam through sheer force of will blah blah blah creative description of how it combines with one of his other moves or something blah blah blah
KP: 0/3
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Post by Vi-Poi on Dec 28, 2017 17:04:51 GMT
Vi-Poi cursed as Articho used an afterimage technique to dodge his Poop cannon attack, leg snapping into place. He’d been really hoping to finally hit someone with that. When Arti reappeared only to unleash his Kamehameha, Vi-Poi simply stood in its path, letting the warm blue light of the flowing beam wash over him.
His electron-chi exchangers tensed, and at the last moment flooded open and flipped in reverse, his absorption module working in tandem with his Thief Gear as a veritable torrent of spirit energy was hammered into his flesh, changing from an unmanageable flow into a great sea of orderly electrons.
The detonation erupted around him, the fireball whipping across his body.
Vi-Poi walked slowly from the smoke, his body glowing with bright and lurid flashes of gold from the latent energy bleeding off from his Pulse Defense. Other than a few scuffs on his dark breastplate, he was unscathed.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m in the circus,” Vi-Poi said, raising a fist skyward and discharging the rest of his netted energy into the air. “You’re one to talk, though. You Saiyans are the only dudes in the Universe whose transformations come with increasing levels of hair-fabulousness. What’s it gonna do next, turn pink?”
He was already at the end of his rope in this fight. Arti was too strong to best by pushing around with his chi. He’d have to try something else…
Slowly, he began to float, swinging wide around Arti until he came to the very edge of the arena. He planted his feet down, right on the edge. Then, a second Vi-Poi stepped from the first. And a third to his right. All three Multi-Forms grinned in tandem.
“I guess we won’t figure out who wins by how strong we are with chi,” The middle Vi-Poi said.
“But winning is not always about being strongest,” The Vi-Poi to his right added.
“Sometimes, it’s about getting weird.” The Vi-Poi on the left finished.
“Make a move, burger boy,” the three said at once, "Let's get weird."
Pulse Defense [SU] 100% used to tank the damage.
Multiform [UT3] used to make 3 copies, now standing at the very edge of the ring.
KP: 0/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Dec 29, 2017 21:45:27 GMT
Articho knew something was up when Vi just let the attack hit him. Not that it would do that much, but if it came down to the judges, every little hit mattered. As the explosion rocked the ring, the hybrid manipulated the blue beam into a floating sphere behind where Vi stood, ready to be redirected should the moment call for it. As the smoke cleared, he heard Vi’s voice call out in a retort to his circus comment. ”Hey, not everyone can make the blond work. No need to be jealous,” he replied, giving a over the top swish of his bangs. ”If you want a really fancy style, you could always go back to the red you were rocking a while back.”
Articho watched as Vi split himself into three versions of himself. He took a sideways glance at his hovering Kamehameha attack still floating over the ring before grinning at the three androids. ”You want weird?” he replied, lifting one hand towards the ball of ki. ”I can do weird just fine!” He swung his arm around, sending the ball of ki around towards the Vi on the left. He quickly vanished from where he was standing before reappearing next to the Vi on the right, his leg swinging around in a powerful roundhouse kick. He moved again, reappearing behind the Vi in the middle and moving to wrap his arms around the android’s waist and lean back to smash Vi into the ground in a suplex.
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[V2] Bending Kamehameha coming around for its second attack at 33%!
KP: 1/3 for no techs used.
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 4, 2018 10:08:46 GMT
Ornee blinked awkwardly. The time patroller who'd been commentating the matches had never come back from his bathroom break, leaving the Vargas all alone at the desk.
He squawked nervously as the timer clanged, noting the end of the match. Uncertainty in his talons, he clicked a button, and moved up to the microphone.
"Ahem-- The winner is... Uh... Vi-Poi!"
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