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Post by Jax Punchlust on Mar 10, 2017 1:44:45 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 23,322 THREAD POWER LEVEL: 5,831 (Weights in use)
Stories had broken out about how the once loved-by-all “FightingMan” had finally come out of hiding from the public eye. After his failed attempt at becoming president of the planet, there had only been a few reported appearances of the “Jaxster”, all growing stranger as time passed. There was a few sightings of him working as a greeter for a global grocery store corporation, along with some rumors of him leading his own city compromised purely of a homeless population, in what some suspected was his own personal way of dealing with the results of the election. There were some more heroic claims that were more like his appearances on the sliver screen, such as saving those inside a burning building and trying to arrest a galactic criminal, but even those stories ended up in utter disasters. For all intents and purposes, in the public eye Jax had become nothing more then a joke. And the longer he kept to himself, the less the people of Earth seemed to care about the “Purple Wonder”.
That’s what made his call-in to Z-TV all the more interesting. He demanded coverage for what he promised would be an important and “groovarific” announcement, and with all the intrigue following the former star, there was no way that the station could ignore such an offer. Sending their most skilled reporters, and after warning them about Jax’s more “eccentric” attributes, the crew went to the location Jax had given for the meeting place. Arriving in the borderline outskirts of Satan City, the report team was greeted by a stoic figure in nothing but a wearable blanket, standing with his arms crossed as he glare penetrated the protection of his plastic shades.
“I bet you are all wondering why I have brought you all here…” The figure took of his shades and tossed them aside, exposing his crouch as he expanded his stance. An all too famous smile revealed itself to the news team, and the man pointed towards the sky. “…But I personally wanted to let the people of Earth know that the Jax is back!”
There was a long pause as the news crew stood silently, Jax’s privates still visible to them all thanks to the wind lifting up his only layer of clothing. Eventually one of the reporters raised their hand.
“Is that the only reason you called us all out here?”
The gathered crew all jumped back a bit when the response was a boisterous laugh from Jax, one that made it so they didn’t know if they should be excited at the chance of a story or worried for the safety of their own lives. Wiping a tear off from his face thanks to his own laughter, the self-proclaimed “Master of Getting Down With It” waved the others on as he began to walk to away.
“Follow me, I’ll be making the announcement at my place.” Lead by the retired actor, as he skipped around and began whistling to himself, leading the others to a discovery that made them start to seriously wonder about the mental stability of their host. It was the type of extravagant mansion you’d expect a man had worked in the entertainment business to have, but the key aspect that made it stand apart was that it was, in it’s entirety, made of cardboard. As they were guided throughout the building, the cameramen scrambled around trying to capture every piece of the building, from the cardboard décor and furniture, and especially the various used boxes scattered around as if televisions. The “televisions” even had crayon drawings on them, recreating highlights from various shows in Jax’s career. The visitors didn’t know if the mansion was some new type of art that was impressive, or if it was just a peek into the actor’s insanity. The tour of the building was short-lived, as Jax brought the group to a wide-open area, with a structure formed by duct taping various boxes and bits of paper. In the middle was a boxing ring, also hand-crafted with leftover trash, the boundaries formed by collected rubber bands. Once inside most of the visitors fell to the ground, trying their best to get to their feet. It happened the room they were in was also Jax's very own gravity chamber, a fact that happened to slip his mind as their host. Reaching the front of the ring Jax spun around, pointing empathically into the cameras, and thus in his thinking, into the hearts of Earth’s people.
“Hello citizens, yes, I know it has been awhile since I have last been seen. But it is I, J-A-X Punchlust! I have been off-planet and, er…mastering my signature fighting style! And I realized that I have left the public’s consciousness, and felt it needed to prove myself, and show I am the planet’s true number one hero! So here is my announcement.“ Noticing a need in a shift in tone, Jax changed into a more confident pose, crossing his arms and giving the camera his signature smile and wink. “To all of you fightstars out they’re that believer yourself to be up to facing the new and refined Punchlust style, c’mon down to my place. I will be having an open tourney to face me, just one soul child to another. The winner be de-throne me as Earth’s true champion. And boy, am I pumped on funk for this! I can’t wait to see what y’all have in store, baby!”
The moment he finished his statement, the broadcasting switched to commercials, as the Z-TV staff scurried around to try and properly prepare the place for a live tournament. They had just been given the biggest scoop possible, and were rushing to make sure that Jax’s infamous ability to screw things up ruined it for them. But he wasn’t worried. He may of just returned to the planet, but he was more then confident in his abilities. Today would be the day the world was re-introduced to the man named Punchlust.
“And now, we wait for the competition…”
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Post by Samba on Apr 13, 2017 16:04:06 GMT
| An All-out Brawl! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
Finally, Samba had managed to install a working Tv and cable inside his new home at the Crane School building in his designated master bedroom, it was quaint and almost spartan in its appearance but it had enough space and stuff inside to make it look homely. He still hasn't managed to sway some students or even a pilgrim to come and train under his wing, even after all the massive advertisement and fliers he left everywhere at the four corners of the Earth; no one seemed to know that the Crane School was back or cared about it.
The Zoanthrope sighed as he changed the channel from its current setting of some chick flick about a glittering vampire falling in love with a girl with the palest skin he had ever seen. It was good that he had changed the channel at the right time too, because immediately after it there was an announcement on the ZTV channel about some character named Jax Punchlust (which, was that his real last name, a title he gave himself, or...?) and how he had just challenged everyone around the globe for the title of Earth's Champion.
He couldn't help him, it first started as a loud snort, then evolved into snickering before it reached a crescendo of deep belly laughter; the Zoan found himself on the floor, wheezing for breath and slamming his great fist on the ground as he tried to send air to his lungs, succeeding moments later as he finally calmed down enough to get a word in. "Oh my actual Kami-sama, that shit was hilarious," The Zoanthrope sat on the ground in front of the TV, mirth still escaping his lips but not as bad as before.
Wiping a tear from his eyes, he stared at the flickering screen for a few moments before a serious expression crossed his face. "So he wants people to come and challenge him, doesn't he?" He stood up to his impressive height of six foot two inches and walked towards the built-in closet in his room, soon standing in a small room that housed the Dogi for the aspiring Crane Students.
Taking a look around and humming under his breath for a few seconds, he finally grabbed one that was super extra large and thankfully elastic enough to accommodate his bulky frame; it wouldn't do to appear like a beast from the mountains and proclaim that he was the Crane Master in front of national TV, now would it?
Taking a look in the mirror once he was done taking a shower and putting the uniform on, he couldn't help but strike a small pose. "This uniform really fits me, it also goes well with my fur color." Striking another pose just for his own amusement, the Zoan finally left the sanctum of his room and the building at large, and with a flare of his Ki he was off flying into the distance.
With his enhanced speed, it took him about half an hour, possibly ten minutes short of an hour judging by the position of the sun to reach Satan City and soon its outskirts. It was easy to spot once he saw the conglomeration of camera crew and cars around a cardboard looking house down below. With another flare of his Ki he descended on the ground, and immediately he was almost assaulted by a myriad of reporters shoving their microphones up in his face.
One lovely looking reporter shoved the men that stood in her way aside with a sneer, the men wisely drawing back from incurring her wrath with a scared expression on their faces. With a hmph of superiority, the woman locked eyes with the large wolfman standing before her and settled her microphone in his direction. "Hello, I'm Azalea from ZTV, would you mind answering a few questions?"
Samba felt a large bead of sweat slid down the side of his face, something told him that this woman wouldn't take a no for an answer. "Er, well I saw the announcement on the TV and decided to come here and see what all the fuzz was about," As he said that he started to walk towards the house, the woman dutifully following her alongside a few reporters that still stood a healthy distance away from the she-devil.
She smiled, the expression almost sweet looking if you didn't know she could rip your balls off in thirty-five different ways. "So you're here to test the might of Jax Punchlust then? Surely you don't believe that he's the actual Champion of Earth, do you?" Her tone sounded condescending like she was talking down to a puppy.
Samba merely settled a deadpan look at her. "No, I don't, in fact, I laughed my ass off right after I saw it. But I'm here to test his might and see if he's all bark and no bite." The woman merely frowned at his flippant tone before another smile settled on her face. "I see, anyway. I've been meaning to ask, what's with the get-up? Are you a Martial Arts practitioner?"
"Oh, this?" The large wolfman grasped the sleeve of his attire before letting it go. "This is the attire that all Crane Students are encouraged to wear, there's more but I choose to wear this for the occasion." Her eyes light up with the news of a possible new scoop being laid on her hands on a silver platter. "Oh, that's interesting! So are you a Crane Student? Would you mind talking to me about its Master? It's been so long since we've seen the Crane Hermit, all everyone talked about for weeks was for the Turtle Hermit."
A large smirk crossed his lupine muzzle before he leveled a look back at her. "Whoever said I was a student? You're looking at the Crane Master," With that bomb dropped, he left the gobsmacked reporters behind as he finally reached the room that contained the makeshift ring and with it stood also the Champion of Earth that had issued his challenge on national TV.
Absently he could hear the reporters that he had left behind quickly gather their wits and approach the others that were strewed around the room, excited whispers leaving their mouth as they pointed at him but he paid them no mind. "I heard that you called yourself the Earth's Champion, yes?" Samba approached the figure wearing what seemed like nothing but a blanket, his nose wrinkling being the only expression he dared to show to the people gathered around here about how he felt on such an attire; didn't the man had some money or clothes to put on?
Nevertheless, he entered the fighting ring and bowed cordially to his would-be opponent. "It's nice to make your acquaintances, Jax Punchlust; the name's Samba, as you can probably guess I'm here to test my mettle against you." Battling into his battle stance, the Zoan smirked at the man as he lowered his battle prowess tremendously so it wouldn't completely and utterly eclipse his opponent's, and if one were to take out a scouter and check they'd realize that Samba's power level was now at fifty thousand units.
"Let's see how your signature fighting style goes against my Crane Style."
TAGS: Jax Punchlust OOC NOTES: Crane Dogi Samba's Fighting Style
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Nov 3, 2017 19:48:13 GMT
I'd like to request Zenni from this here thread.
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Rhytid
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PL: 92,171
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Post by Rhytid on Nov 10, 2017 10:17:29 GMT
Jax Punchlust | WC: 1009 | 1,211 Zeni Gained! |New Zeni: 2,900 Samba pop this thread into TTG for your gains, wolfboy
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Capper Hofferson
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Nov 11, 2017 14:20:20 GMT
Samba WC: 1,212 ZENI GAINS: 1,272 OLD ZENI: 659 NEW ZENI: 1,931
Adding now.
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