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Post by Zucceta on Jan 20, 2014 12:55:08 GMT
Would the one and only President Bao Zi'Bub step into the ring to face the...uh... One and only... One!
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Post by President Bao on Feb 1, 2014 3:00:17 GMT
As the tournaments host, the earth's slot one representative was scheduled to run first. This slot was ofcourse taken by none other than Bao himself, having had a head-start on the registration roster (even if he had forgotten so in his excitement).
The announcement for the first match was made, and as the fanfare surrounded the stadium, a fighter could be seen marching solemnly towards the ring, composed and respectful. This man… was definitely not Bao. Chin made his way to the ring, straight faced and ready for a good match.
Baos entrance however, was slightly more dramatic – as would no doubt be fully expected. As his opponent waited in the ring, a voice boomed over the microphone system "RRAA'ARE YOU RRREADY!?" The crowd roared, excitement skyrocketing "R'III SAID, AAARE YOOU RRREEAAAADY!!?" A chant began… bao'zibub-bao'zibub-Bao'ZiBub
Sparks flying from above the contestant portal, Bao steps out onto a tiny presentation-balcony directly above it, hands raised before him, egging the crowd on and soaking in the adoration. Bao'ZiBub-BAO'ZIBUB-BAO'ZIBUB!. People loved the big goof ball, even his detractors could appreciate him in a 'so bad he's good' sort of way.
He is wearing his black Jackie-chun styled jacket, and sporting a handsome 'exhibition gold' belt he won in the Satan City regional championships. In truth, he has never won a proper championship tournament in the 'official' martial arts circuit, and while he has aced most of his duels and exhibition matches, the elusive title of 'world martial arts champion' still alludes him. It is for this reason that he became so excited at the prospect of the tournament, becoming a champion not just of earth, but the galaxy, would finally satisfy that subconscious longing that money, fame and power had not, that feeling in his bones that it was just 'meant to be'.
He slips one leg over the railing, the bar a little too high for it to be elegant, his foot dangling, toe pointed, wriggling as it tries to find purchase on the temple roof. Finally he shifts his balance enough to tumble from the rail and to his desired point astride the ridge, quickly recovering with fists planted at his hips and chest puffed out.
With a clacking as he runs along the roof's crest, a two meter gap between his balcony and the entrance way Chin had just walked from underneath, Bao makes a great flying leap. As he does so, his jacket flies away dramatically, leaving Bao in his leotard as his lands on the hard tiles with a rather substantial thud.
The crowd goes (to use the technical term) completely batshit, cheers drowning out the brass band as all the building excitement of the entire event surged forward - while Bao kneels exactly as he landed, crouched on one knee, fist on the ground before him theatrically. They couldn't know that Bao was struggling to stifle a yelp, and trying hard to regain his composure, at the pain from having landed straight on his knee like that. He stands up in a swift motion, fists once again planted at his hips, tears rimming the corners of his eyes (though hard to notice from a distance) "RAHA!"
He also does well to hide his limping as he steps into the ring itself, making some pretence of pausing to do stretches every few steps while actually using the opportunity to rub at his aching knee and suppress his pained inhalations/outbursts. After some more egging on of the crowds, renewing the 'Bao' chants and buying enough time for him to outwardly recover fully, he finally faces his opponent, tears having dried and game-face back in place.
He smirks Whoa yeah Bao, you the maaaan...
((1 swagger charged))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 12:45:00 GMT
/recharge complete/ /all systems 100%/ Furosuto stood slightly behind the gate, watching his supposed opponant make a fool of himself. That's what his newly found emotions thought about him. That he was a fool. However this could be what Lilly thought of him, since the two could feel what the other felt. As much as he objected, he couldn't have her by his side before the match. The tournament officials told him it was a... "contender-only" zone. He guessed it didn't matter,the two were linked, meaning he could sense what she sensed at at any he wished if he wanted to check up on her. Instead of that he simply initiated a wireless chat, which proved difficult with all the overlapping signals in the area, but he managed. //Initiating chat with.... LILLY// //Furosuto: "Where are you?"// //Lilly: "In the announcer's box"// ......... It took a moment for the android to process this. Why was she up there? What mischief was she getting herself into this time. She was known to get Furosuto into major messes. All of these he had to clean up himself. He sighed and worked on a reply to that message. //Furosuto:"Why?"// //Lilly: "Your intro song.// //Furosuto:"Oh.... Which song?// //Lilly: "Umm.. A Warrior's Call" //Furosuto:"Why that one? I'm not a champion, Dane, nor Mikkel Kessler...."// //Lilly: "Oh... I told him that you named your fists Mikkel Kessler... anyway he declined. Play the song for me! I'll send you the audio file."// //Furosuto: "No need. I already have the song"// Frost was slightly frustrated with Lilly's actions lately. He didn't even want to compete, but she signed him up behind his back. He activated his auxiliary speakers, the back up speakers located in his shoulders. His main speaker was located in his throat. For desired results all three will be needed. These speakers were state of the art, capable of drowning the stadium in its sound when at full blast, but this would drain at his power. Just playing a song wouldn't hurt. The music was loud enough to snatch the crowds attention, whose cheers for their president annoyed Furosuto. How could anything operate with this level of loudness. He stopped the song and stood there, evaluating the president. Humans had weak points everywhere, and with the fact he'd been among them for so long, he had come to recognize where they are. Joints, necks, heads, backs: there were many places to strike and end this quickly. Death was illegal in this competition, but paralysis and broken bones were not. "Excuse me. I am Android 1. I am also referred to as... Frost or Furosuto", he said plainly, with his voice heavy with metallic tone. Introductions were not hard for him, even to those he had killed. He found it necessary to introduce himself to all he does battle with.
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Post by President Bao on Feb 22, 2014 0:54:25 GMT
"Android huh?" Baos voice boomed, in contrast to frost's more subdued introduction "Explains that racket coming out of shirt before... Rahaha" Bao's smirk was reproving, the man raising one finger as if tutting at his opponents efforts to draw the crowds attention away from him. At the same time his other hand was also indicating towards the ringside announcer, who after a moment stepped forward and, realising Bao's intent, extended the microphone towards the fighters so that their voices carried cleanly over the crowds Bao continued "At your little factory you may be number one, but here you're just outdated! There can only be one... number, uh, one... ... and you're looking at him" In Bao's head the conversation continued rolling, imagining the compliments being thrown his way, all strangely enough in his own voice whoa, man, that was a good one,where do you come up with this stuff Mr President? Oh Bao (came the next compliment, said in his own bad impression of a woman's voice) you're so clever and strong, you have this one in the bag Back in the 'outside' world beyond Baos self-complimenting mental bubble, the macho martial artist had given his opponent the thumbs down, I sure do little lady, Rhaha, I sure do...
"...Try not the break down too quickly now, gotta give people their money's worth from this show" His smile was warm but taunting. Bao then stood, bending his legs slightly and bouncing to and fro with a ridiculous 'hyo!' curled across his lips, unleashing a flurry of theatric punches at the air, followed by a few kicks, followed by a momentary stop for breath, followed by some more punching.
He planted his hands back at his hips and puffed out his chest again "I hope they didn't program you with the goal of winning, I'd feel bad if your head exploded when I beat you today, Rahahah-ahaha..."
He then stopped and stretched his arm length ways across his body, before leaning back and rolling both shoulders, a big dopey grin on his mug. In truth, Bao may be a complete fool, but a these levels he was a deceptively adept opponent, and with his confidence sky-rocketing and his showboating still ongoing, he was ready for this fight.
More quietly and earnestly, so that only the two of them heard, Bao slipped in another comment "good luck my friend"
((2 swagger charged. Bao can use his barrier technique now)) ((and since I'm guessing you might prefer to get some actual fighting under way too, I'll also give you some stuff to work with))
After his opponent responded the battle began, the announcer having backed away once more. Bao leaped forward with kick aimed at his opponents mid section, and if he could catch him off balance then would use the same movement to duck down and kick his feet out from under him. Regardless of the previous outcome, his next intent was to then leap around (unnecessarily) a little, performing several Feints before going in for a real punch, aimed high.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2014 20:14:32 GMT
((As Furosuto was 1900/15,200 at the thread's beginning, it will be so probably until the end of the tourny so pay no mind to the new pl additions.)) Furosuto's attention was elsewhere when the man began speaking, clearly making a show for the audience. He understood that the people had to be entertained, so he paid no mind to it. He examined his appearance and power readings and used this to predict the capabilities of this man. The belt spoke of some experience, and his clothing looked much like a regular martial artist. His power was slightly above his own, so his blows will perhaps damage him if not careful.
Granted he was unable to feel pain, broken parts not essential to the combat capability of the whole body wouldn't slow him down too bad. It would be harder for him to be knocked out as well. He had two back up auxiliary systems to distribute the load should the main system become damaged, and even Lilly was helping out with this, dictating the flow of energy through himself to where he needed it most. In essence, she was practically a third auxiliary. Speaking of Lilly, who was using her connection to listen to this man's ranting.
//Message received from Lilly:"Oh just hit this man already! I fail to see how this goofball was elected."//
Frost didn't respond however, but instead waited for the man to finish. "Good luck to you as well", he said, not readying himself as he should have. He had a separate programming dedicated for combat. Sadly enough, it was not active at the moment, so he took each blow. He absorbed the hits, but it did provide insight into how the man fought. He must be a melee type. Furosuto was one as well. He got back up and used the time given to him by the goofball to catch the punch thrown by the man. He could tell by comparing the man's observed power and the power of his punches that he wasn't trying hard at all. He was making a show. He held his fist tight and spoke, "If I cause bodily injury to you, I cannot sincerely say I am sorry. However know that if I could, I would. Activating NON-LETHAL_COMBAT.EXE". He activated his combat systems and pulled the president's fist backwards, attempting to pull him toward the android, who was throwing a well aimed punch at his right rib-cage. Unlike his opponent, he didn't worry about the crowd in the slightest. He competed for Lilly, not for them. Holding back would disappoint her, so he couldn't afford to.
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Post by President Bao on Mar 1, 2014 4:52:42 GMT
"GEEeeiiiii!" Bao squeaked as he was yanked forward and pummelled in the ribs with an almighty blow, the androids full power level with clinical efficiency. He twisted under the impact to avoid the worst of the follow through but was still left questioning how 'non-leathal' this 'combat-dot-sexy' really was as he skitted away. "is that all you got?" he tried to wheeze as he twisted free of the grip, but it came out more like "hihs thht uhhlln yhou ghhoht" thank's the the wind being knocked out of his lungs. Luckily no one outside the ring would have been able to tell he had tried talking before getting his breath back first.
He rubbed tenderly at is side for a moment and took a bracing breath, causing his ribs to ache further. "Impressive, but I'm afraid your 'sexy combat' is no match for my ancient Satan-style martial arts technique" Declared Bao, voice returned to full volume "hwwoooooooooooo" he intoned gutturally, standing on one leg and drawing his arms into the air, before bracing back down into a more combative stance and preparing for the next exchange.
I better get more serious, seems this android is playing hard-ball Bao's ki grew in proportion to his new focus, though unconsciously ofcourse [considering the martial artist didn't believe in the stuff].
He closed the gap again, this time leading with a flurry of powerful punches focused on the upper-chest, neck and chin. He was practically squatting - legs bent and spread, centre of gravity low - placing more upward force into the punches and stepping in with each blow. With any luck they'd force his opponent backward by several steps, leading them closer to the edge of the ring. Even if frost retaliated he'd find the president much more braced and nimble than before, the match was starting to heat up.
While he hadn't thought it through yet, Bao's next move would be to foolishly undo this apparent tactic by body slamming his opponent with a braced shoulder barge, grappling them over one shoulder and (quite impressively) hefting them up and over with a defiant yell to slam hard into the arena floor in his wake( no-doubt against any 'normal' opponent a fairly effective move, but likely to be less so against the kind of fighters in this tournament). Ofcourse, if this succeeded it would mean Bao had turned the tables on himself in terms of a ring-out, the president now positioned nearest to the edge he had been pushing towards instead of Frost.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 12:23:29 GMT
Frost frowned and examined the voice of his opponant. He put on a great effort to appear to be unfazed by the strike. His scans showed otherwise. Humans had a particular weakness. It was their diaphram. It was a partially automatic muscle that contributed a rhythm to that particular human's breathing pattern. Knocking it out of sync could deprive said human from a healthy dose of oxygen and could possibly force them to stop their actions for a few moments for their breath to get back in sync.
Frost allowed the man to recover, but he knew it was against some of the most basic rules of warfare. The said a few words (very very loudly for the crowd). Frost's sensors noticed a more equal distribution of energy throughout the opponents body. Frost didn't smile, but he stopped frowning. Finally he would take Frost seriously. Although he could dodge, retreat to another area of the ring, he chose to stay and counter the president's offensive. He focused entirely on defense, blocking and stepping backward, hoping for the man to tire out as all organisms do. He noticed he was nearing the end of the ring. He would have to be careful if this kept up.
Then he was lifted, which surprised Frost. The android didn't expect to be lifted but to be forced out of the ring. The slam would have done some damage, however the man didnt know his processing speed. His main data core was calibrated to be just as fast as the human brain, and combined with his back up cores and Lilly's to spread out the load, his thoughts were faster than that of a human's. Frost didn't let himself be thrown that easily. His hands gripped his shoulder and arm like a vice grip. His legs did like wise, clamping upon the man's other arm. He allowed his weight to be shifted toward the ground, and cushioned his fall with burst of ki from one of his many micro-exhaust points, hoping to drag Mr. President with him. He didn't let go like last time, and began stretching the president's arm backward with his own, testing its elasticity, attempting to reach its breaking point. He put a knee to the president's back to help secure the hold and to add additional pain.
He hoped for the man to throw in the towel, to give up. He didn't mind breaking the man's bones, though it seemed like a waste if he did.
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Post by President Bao on Mar 9, 2014 3:19:12 GMT
((so, since I'm still not entirely sure, this is what I've been going off: basically, like *this* except instead of the legs around Bao's neck.chest, the whole thing is shifted so the legs are locked to the other arm and Bao's head is basically in line with your stomach... hope that's right XD)) The android had Bao grappled in an unusual arm lock, his limps clasping tight. Boa wriggled and struggled for a moment, but frost kept applying more pressure, putting enormous strain across Bao's shoulders. "Very clever" He grunted, pulling back against the hold, "but you underestimate me - now if I just..." he attempted a movement, trying to slip his arm free. It was unsuccessfully. "..hmm, or if I..." another attempt, another fail "ok, or maybe..." ditto "what i meant to do was...""well then...""what about this one...""this... one?..."Yeah, it wasn't working. Frost had begun more intensely applying the squeeze after each failed attempt, Bao now gritting his teeth, his own counter-tensing becoming less and less effective until the pain was really setting in, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. I can't lose like this, it's only the first round, no puny armlock could subdue a true champion. Through sheer determination he sucked the tears back into their ducts. Bao's squeeming and wriggling grew more intense. Indeed comically so, when suddenly both of them were spinning around on the ground, Bao twisting, his legs apparently having an inclination to try running away, but since they were both floor-bound they just wooped around, like some sort of strange conjoined break-dancer. Suddenly, Bao stopped the whirling, and thrust his pelvis upwards, legs still flailing a bit but in a more directed manner, almost as if crab-walking without the arm part. The top of his head was scrapping along the area floor making a sound reminiscent of someone running their finger over a squeeky-clean benchtop, as was Frost's back, but the two of them were on the move. All of the president's wriggling had once again gotten him on the inside edge, and with Frost basically strew across his upper back locking both arms in place, circumstances were aligning them self for a victory by ring-out! At this rate, even if frost put all his efforts into twisting Bao's arms, the president had enough strength left for this scuttling to slide them both out of the ring, and with the positioning as it was frost would be the one to touch the ground first. ((not sure if the armlock was you wanting to wrap up this fight, or if you're looking for a round two, I'm flexible either way so i left this open, you can try and wrangle the ringout in your favour, or break off the grapple and return to our fisticuffs. Gotta admit, I'll be glad once I get more pl and can do more of the silly moves I have planned to learn ))
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Post by President Bao on Mar 22, 2014 9:32:30 GMT
"Whoa, the suspense is killing me folks! Looks like Our president is caught in quite a bind, but the edge is only inches away!!" declared the announcer dramatically, running around to the ring side. In just a few more moments they would have their winner, but who? Who!
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Post by President Bao on Mar 28, 2014 12:04:40 GMT
((sorry to do this to you man :/ Hope you can get back soon))
And with one last herculean effort Bao skitted both fighters straight out of the ring, sealing his victory by slopping inelegantly on top of his opponent and crying out as his arms literally could take no more. Bao had pulled it out of the bag at the last moment and beat the odds, Frost either having not realised until too late, underestimated the tenacity of his opponent, or had some greater plan backfire. Either way, the referee called it, and after half a moment the calculating android let up, cool and composed as ever.
Bao's composure was a little less 'cool', his elation nearly entirely outweighed the pain. His arms flopped limply at his sides but he danced around regardless, a swaggering, knee-swivelling, shuffle to the left, then to the right, then on the spot - were he able to move his arms he'd be be clapping to the beat and waving them above his head. "Whoa yeah, whose your daddy, number one, Bao Zi'Bub, Bao Zi'Bub. Come on, say it with now!" One could quite aptly compare his show-boating to a cockerel, bopping his head back and continuing his little dance as he jigged back on into the centre ring. After a hushed sideways murmur, the president could be seen flinching as the ref carrier out his wish and lifted his arm up for the crowd, peace sign emblazoning across his palm and a deep guttural cry of victory assailing the (not actually offered to him) microphone.
... Hopefully it wouldn't take too much longer for him to remember this was actually only the first round.
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Post by President Bao on Apr 5, 2014 6:22:21 GMT
Well, would prefer not to grade my own stuff, but according to the grading scheme: 4228pl for Bao 2268pl for Frost Shame we didn't get to finish this match properly and hope everything is ok on your end(in real life) Frost.
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