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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 2, 2017 22:42:21 GMT
[The East Capitol's Fall Tournament!]Thread PL: 11,216 Heavy Weights Off!: 11,216 Suppressed to: N/A
OOC: Let's hope this doesn't slow too badly.
It was a sunny afternoon in the East Capitol, the city was shining bright under the sun and the people of the metropolis were busy at work, as they usually were, though this day was different. Rather than the people working on their usual things, they were found creating an arena in the center of town. Men were working hard on making the structure perfect for day and night viewing within the park it was being built, while others were going around, spreading the word through conversation or posters, trying to bring in as much competition as possible.
As usual with these kinds of events, there was tons of vendors and stores opening up in tents and stands for the people since business would be incredibly high. There were stores with food, drinks (Both Alcoholic and non), souvenirs, glowing swords and accessories, and some other minor businesses, scattered in variety. The most popular seemed to be a "first one is free" massage booth for the adults and the "inflatables" area for the kids, which featured a bouncy castle, a blow up boxing ring, and a few other things that grabbed the attention of kids of all ages.
And in between it all was a small booth labeled "Sign-Ups", where a young Saiyan stood, first in line, just as it opened. Pracross smiled big at the idea of people all across Earth traveling to come fight here. He knew there were some scary opponents out there and he wanted to fight them all! This was a perfect chance to engage in some physical strain while also developing some new bonds with people like him! "I'd like to sign up for the tournament, please!" said the Saiyan as adult inside looked at the boy, who was waging his tail excitedly. The man handed him an application, asking his name and which of the three tournaments he'd be taking place in, Juniors, Minors, or Majors, which of course, his over confidence lead him to pick Majors (he was already too old for Juniors, anyways).
When he was officially signed up, he walked out of line after receiving a stamp on his arm and walked out of line to view the rules.
The Rules
1 - ALL martial art types are allowed!
2 - NO weapons!
3 - Fights will be in one versus one style!
4 - All fights will take place at the same time for one round!
Pracross smiles and clenched his fists in excitement as he awaited the start, but for now, he decided to watch the others who entered the tournament, eager to see who might be his competition. |
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Post by amar on Oct 3, 2017 13:34:55 GMT
Amar would be walking around in east capitol no goal in mind she was just wandering looking for some activity to fill her day, she would look around seeing much more food stands than normal some advertising a spring tournament. Perfect amar thought maybe she could fight in the tournament she would begin walking to where the signs would point and would walk up seeing a large line of people leading up to a stand with a large sign above it saying "sign up" she would immediately begin walking up eyeing down the people in line seeing that most of the people showed no signs of strength and would not show any competition to her. She would stand in line for a while before she seen the young saiyan signing people up, she would greet him signing up fir the majors then she would walk over to view the rules, as she would walk up she would see a saiyan male that actually looked like he could show competition.
She would walk up greeting the male with a same hello then asking him "Are you fighting in the tournament" he would probably say yes and is so then she would say "well you look strong and im looking forward to fighting you" she would stop for a moment then saying "Oh by the way my name is Amar" she would stand looking at the man looking for obvious weaknesses.
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 8, 2017 5:18:21 GMT
Pracross sighed heavily and leaned on the table. None of the people seemed like a real competition, almost sixty percent would most likely forfeit from getting too tired or getting too injured in the first round. Scrawny, fat, old, young, all the same look in their eyes. weak, yet cocky. The scythe on the Saiyan's back converted from it's one inch pole to it's six inch blade. "I told you that you'd be disappointed" Spoke the demon, sealed within the weapon. "I Still had high hopes..." muttered the Saiyan with dead eyes, or at least, until a figure walked up to him.
He looked up at the Saiyan female who asked if he was in the tournament. "Hell yeah I am! Being a spectator isn't really my thing" Pracross said with a smile. She soon proceeded to compliment him, stating he looked strong. "I don't know about that, but I'm definitely really fast!" He looked at her, wagging his tail. She gave him her name and asked for his. The young man smiled and offered his hand. "Pracross Yendatta"
OOC: Sorry it took so long, I wanted to wait a few days before continuing, but before I could, I got busy so I apologize for not finding time sooner :/) |
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Post by amar on Oct 10, 2017 14:07:47 GMT
amar would watch the man he seemed very excited now she could tell by the wagging of his tail, amar would smile he was also a little funny she could would reach out her hand shaking his as he would say his name pracross that was a nice name. She would smile then saying "we will see how fast you are in the tournament" she would smile "you better pay close attention i have some tricks up my sleeve" she would turn seeing the booth closing up as it would near the time for the tournament to start. Pracross Yendatta |
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 13, 2017 2:54:58 GMT
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The Saiyan girl gave him a laugh and a good luck before walking away. The way she stated her words sounded like she was excited, too, which made Pracross feel a little better about the disappointing features of the other fighters. When he stood up, the blade on his back made something of a growl. "This better not take long, I don't feel like being left alone with strangers." Spoke the scythe. "Don't worry! These guys are most likely gonna be one punch and gone!" The Saiyan laughed as the intercoms spoke up. "Everyone taking place in the tournament, go to your designated location!"
Damn! The Saiyan was hoping to meet his upcoming sensei, Chai, but it seems he didn't arrive in time... Well, it was time to start mowing down the ranks! The Saiyan started to walk to his waiting space, where all of those participating in the adult tournament would wait, though when he arrived he felt out of place. The buffer of the humans starred as him and joked at him, asking if he was too young. "I can't wait to kick your ass..." he muttered under his breath, looking around the room. The Junior Tournament went on for about an hour and a half, the winner being a strange boy with brown hair ending in white tips, but either way, it was another hour before the tournament and he was still allowed to walk around the place but he decided he'd wait in hopes his mentor would finally arrive to see him in action... |
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Post by amar on Oct 13, 2017 18:40:11 GMT
Amar would immediately move to where she was supposed to be the humans around her they all seemed to weak to fragile to slow to combat amar infact the kids looked more intimidating then most of the adults, but amar knew she would hold back to give the audience a show. But amar looked forward to the fight with pracross so much that she might accutally rush through her fights so she can fight him. But for now she decided to relax sitting down on a bench waiting for the real tournament to begin.
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 15, 2017 19:47:03 GMT
An hour passed quickly...In fact, a little too quickly.
Pracross was called out to the ring, as was everyone else. Everyone was given a place to stand as the screens lit up to reveal portraits of every fighter. There, he saw himself on the board, as well as Amar and another interesting person who looked of a hybrid. Their name was Ninjin Nedrag... A strange name, but they looked like they actually might pose a threat.
None of the three were going against each other...
Each person was addressed a partner and the mass 1v1 tourney was set to begin in two minutes, giving time for every person to meet their opponent and either scare them or greet them properly.
Pracross was unlucky and got one of the annoying buff ones. Wonderful.
The man looked in this mid-thirties with muscles flexing outwards to give everyone the image of his strength. The thing was... Pracross did not know the Ki-sensing technique but he was more observant than most people. He knew the genetic enhancements existed in humans as a rare breeding chance. This man was not one of them, as the muscles do not grown for humans with the gene, proving that he was just an overly buff, probably love-thirsty human seeking money.
An Easy Win.
"Good luck." Said our Saiyan hero in a trench coat.
The response he got back was a snicker. The Saiyan only nodded and took three paces back. "Alright, I understand. Then let's hope this doesn't kill you"
The whistle blew, starting the fights and the man was still wondering what the boy meant, a big mistake as he ignored the super sonic Saiyan, hurdling at an incredible speed at the man and forcing him flying into the arena wall with one mighty punch.
Barely enough power to hurt a fellow Saiyan.
"I-i-incredible! Pracross Yendatta has defeated the great Telsa in one blow!"Pracross made his way off the stage and back to the side lines. He was too annoyed to care for the injuries the man may have received, but he would still pay the fine, none-the-less.
OOC: Sorry for the wait, got lazy. |
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Oct 16, 2017 13:59:16 GMT
A simple tournament was something that she was not going to miss. Bringing her two children along with her to come and watch their mother come and fight. Amalia would be sitting with the pair of toddlers within the seats as Ninjin had kept her ki tightly controlled and held down as she had entered the tournament shortly before the signing in was completed. She thought about going underneath a pseudonym, but she would not do that. So signing up beneath her name she got a few stray looks from a few other competitors. Taking a few moments she would be stretching out as she moved along to the Majors bracket.
As she stretched she would be using her ki sense to look around at everyone. It would seem that many a person was suppressing something much greater than the normal that everyone else seemed to be showing. Keeping her breathing calm and steady despite her Saiyan blood starting to boil a little as a good fight was something that she would enjoy as much as possible. There was one other person that caught her eye as she listened to the rules and everything that would be for the tournament. To her trained eyes she would assume they were a strong competitor just because of their stance and the way that they held themselves.
Listening to the first match be called out she would move so that she could watch the first match. A veritable mountain of a man was fighting in front of another person. This person went by the name of Pracross it would appear as the board told her. Noticing that the trench coat covered man basically stood there as the muscular man was hamming it up to the crowd before the match started, and ended rather abruptly and Ninjin smirked. Watching the large man sail through the air she could not help but laugh lightly.
:: Overconfident within his own physique. Made him a slow and easy to remove from the fight fighter. Seems that someone else noticed it. :: Her internal thoughts were simple as she watched the man fight. Cracking her neck from side to side she would hear her name be called out. Reaching up she would remove the outer gi and fold it as she walked along out toward the ring. The announcer would begin her introduction. “With our first fight completed in stunning fashion we have the second match from the other side of our tournament. The first competitor is Ninjin Nedrag. From what we know she is a Master of the Turtle School techniques. So this is a welcome treat. Fighting against her is… Slender Fighter.”
A tall and slender looking woman would approach the ring shortly after Ninjin and would look at her as she bowed at her. Returning another bow came from Ninjin toward the other woman. Readying herself she would wait for the ring would toll and the fight would begin. In an instant the fight began the slender woman would move toward her and would swing at her with a sweeping blow. Planting her hand onto the ground she would push herself into the air. Flipping she would catch the woman’s leg and use the momentum of her attack to spin and fling her directly off the side of the ring. A smirk crossed Ninjin’s face as she looked at the woman who was a little furious that she was so effortlessly tossed aside. Shrugging Ninjin would move out of the ring and begin to walk toward the back once more.
{{PL is set to 17,500. No trans active at the moment. }}
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Post by amar on Oct 19, 2017 15:01:14 GMT
Amar would be standing in the arena eyeing down the incredibly fat it seemed that he was pretty confident yelling taunts at amar as she would stand waiting for him to make the first move. Amar would begin yelling out taunts to the man calling him a pussy for not attacking her, this would make the giant mad as he would attempt to body slam amar. she would catch the man then would throw him off the arena the match ending before the clock hit 1:00 amar would simply dust off her armour and walk back to wait for the next round. Pracross Yendatta |
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Oct 19, 2017 15:53:53 GMT
"The preliminary rounds are complete! Let's move on to Elimination! 30 fighter's entered, 15 remain! This means on unfortunate fighter get's to sit out! Let's get our generator online!" The announcer took a moment on screen to search through a bowl with paper slips. Some generator... When the name was pulled, it was a name Pracross had never heard before, meaning it was no one important. Honestly, the word unfortunate was a bit under-stated, he should probably be lucky he's sitting out. Proof of roll. P - Pracross (Not shown, but it's P v 2) N - Ninjin and A - Amar.  The first fight of the second right was rather interesting. A human fighting another, though one of them showed evidence of the genetic enhancement, crushing his opponent in about 2 minutes by knock out, unlike most of the others, who received Out Of Areas. Though, of course, this human wasn't developed enough to properly fight and would probably lose to the current leader boards. Second round went right back to boring, the fighters were more than evenly matched and one finally managed to push the other over onto the solid, cruel ground of the OOA. It was like watching two puppies play fight, a little pathetic, yet it's how the results went. Third round came the time for the Saiyan, which much like his first, ended way to quickly. Pracross walked onto the stage, elbowed his partner and kicked him of the stage. These couldn't be the fighters of the tourney, these guys were way too weak! Why did all of the unfortunate humans get to fight the more interesting people? Pracross felt jealousy and anger over this, but it didn't last long. The Saiyan returned to the balcony he was told to wait at and looked at the next fighters, hoping this would become a fulfilling view of his opponent's power. |
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Oct 20, 2017 16:51:42 GMT
More fighting would continue around Ninjin. Each match was coming and going in rapid succession. Each of the four fights before hers were fast paced and well fought but she knew that in the long run her own skill was greater than most here. The ones that caught her attention where the one named Pracross and Amar. They had both won their matches with little effort on their parts. The next match for Ninjin had come and gone rather quickly for her as she dodged and knocked out her opponent in a quick combination of punches without moving one of her hands from her pocket. Ninjin had not even decided to listen to the introductions this time as for her it would be pointless to do as such until she met one of the other two inside one of the later rounds. So she continued to watch the second round. Catching that there was a few more skilled fighters but watching as Amar moved and fought someone else. The armor she wore indicative of her heritage and with the determination that she fought was easily seen. With but a few movements her opponent was cast aside just as Ninjin and Pracross’ opponents had been. A scrambling came once more and the third round would come out with Ninjin watching Pracross once more go out there and fight. Her eyes narrowing as she could tell by the stance and cadence of the warrior that he was getting antsy looking for a true challenge. Once more that fight lasted less time then most would think and he was back to where he was told to. Taking in a few breaths Ninjin headed out to the ring and awaited her next opponent. Smirking as the person who emerged was someone she was rather familiar with. Her own friend had slipped herself into the tournament and up in the stands she noticed her kids sitting with her husband as Ninjin’s best friend entered the ring and bowed her head. Exhaling her breath Ninjin would move to the starting location and bow back at Amalia. As the fight was about to begin she looked at her and spoke up. “Let us skip the pleasantries and the start of the fight Amalia. Let us go all out from the start.” Getting a nod in response Amalia would begin to charge her ki and release what she had held back. This drew a smile from Ninjin’s face. Closing her eyes for a moment she would begin to release her capped strength. The ground would begin to rumble beneath herself and the ring as golden energy began to swirl about her. The golden energy would swirl for a moment til she opened her eyes and let out a a scream of kiai and her Super Saiyan form erupted into life. Golden energy radiated off of her as her and Amalia smiled at one another and began their fight. To a lot of people watching the match would almost be in a blur of golden and blue energy but those with trained eyes they would be able to follow the fight. Fierce kicks and combinations of strikes would rain down on the two combatants as they did not use a single ki based attack instead just using their combined knowledge of the Turtle School to fight one another. The fight would continue until Amalia slipped ever so slightly in her guard and Ninjin would spin a fist into her side lifting her off the ground and with a second punch would send her out of the ring after five minutes of sustained fighting between the two women. With an exhausted smile she would release the state as Amalia impacted the ground outside the ring and the judge signaled the exit. Reaching down after hoping out she left the stunned audience without showing any sort of anything except exhaustion. {{PL is now capped at 30,000 as she had just used near full strength for the fight against her friend. Hope you don’t mind the bit af an ad lib. If oyu do I can change it }} Pracross Yendatta , amar |
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Post by Speenatch on Oct 27, 2017 8:52:35 GMT
Speenatch had been very excited when he happened upon an online ad for a tournament in the Eastern Capital. He was even more excited when he’d felt the presence of others that had unlocked their ki potential in the city at the time. Just to be safe… he “stealthed”, via compressing his ki and containing it. In case they weren’t all there for the tournament. Then… he decided to keep his ki hidden after signing up, too. ‘ Hehehe. I’ll keep ma power a surprise ta get a lil’ leg up on ‘em. Not ta mention, it’ll be cool as all heck when I make a big reveal! Oooo… if I keep ma cloak on tha whole time, I c’n keep ma face hidden, too! Be all dark ‘n mysterious before I show off. Yeah… Yeeeeaaaah…’ But first, there was the matter of signing up! He entered his proper name, number of contact, yadda-yadda… Though he did double-check with some of the tournament staff on one particular matter. Anonymity. He wanted his name kept out of the announcements until he revealed it himself. Technically, it wasn’t against the rules… so they all humored him. People made enemies at fighting tournaments, even ones held for fun. And they weren’t always the fighters… For this reason, he was only ever introduced as “Number Eleven”... the number he was randomly assigned. He’d also left his hood on when his picture was taken, meaning the headshot only showed shadows where his eyes were. During the hour before the tournament started… Speenatch had also taken care to apply some basic tape to his rust-red cloak. That way, even as he moved around and walked about, his hood stayed up. His face stayed hidden. In addition, most of his garish-colored gi was kept out of sight. Though the bottoms of his orange pants, and his hot-pink boots, were always kept on display. ‘ Alrighty… now I just gotta keep ma “cover” up ‘till I go up ‘gainst one o’ those three. No ki blasts, no power-punches, no power-blocks… I won’t even fly. Then I’ll pretend ta have a tough time with these other guys… an’ bam, big reveal when I get one o’ them!’ He chuckled at what he thought of as a beautiful master plan, before hiding his smile. ‘ C’mon “Steel”... dark ‘n mysterious, dark ‘n mysterious…’ He nodded… took a deep breath… and stepped up when his number was called for the first round. Then he proceeded to almost blow his cover by letting his foe get off only three punches before a “gentle” roundhouse kick sent said foe flying. All the way out of the ring. ‘ Dagnabbit! C’mon buddy, what’d I tell maself? Make it look like a challenge, so ya c’n get ‘em by surprise later! Next guy gets gentler’n gentle, got it?!’ Speenatch nodded… and stepped out of the ring to await the second round. While pondering what he’d do for the next one… Round two came up, and his match was announced… “ Alrighty, ladies and gentlemen! We got a nice treat for you all tonight! Because we have none other than the East Capitol heavy-weight boxing champion himself... Barcardo, in this corner!” A giant of a man, well over six feet, stepped into the ring. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer’s shorts, along with boots and boxing gloves. He was nearly hairless, his chest and arms were waxed and smooth. And the only facial hair he had was a long, curled mustache resting over his upper lip. His hair was also rather close-cut, nearly shaved. As soon as he was in the ring proper, he put up his fists. One extended out, one held towards his face… he began to idly “dance”, hopping around on his feet. While giving a few practice jabs and a nice right-hook for the crowd. “ And, opposing him is a man who has chosen to remain nameless! Though, after his quick win in round one… we like to call him... Lucky Number Eleven!” That was where Speenatch came in. He calmly walked on up… then mirrored Barcardo’s stance. Down to the hopping and tapping. “Ready… BEGIN!” The buzzer sounded, and the fight started. Barcardo charged in close, with a blow aimed for Speenatch’s gut. Speenatch, meanwhile, waited as the boxer moved practically in slow motion (from his perspective). Only when he was just about to hit did the cloaked fighter react, “just barely” getting out of the way. He responded with a quick uppercut… which hit with enough force to send Barcardo stumbling backwards. “ Ah… you a-hit hard…” Barcardo said as he rubbed his chin, grinning. “ But I-a hit HARDER!” Again he charged, this time going for a series of quick jabs to Speenatch’s face. Speenatch, for his part… took a few, and weaved away from a few others. He went with a series of jabs to Barcardo’s abs in return… and so on and so forth. It went on for two whole minutes. Just blow after blow being sent forward. Both men did their best to avoid and block, and failed to do so just as much as they succeeded. The same could be said for hitting each other. Barcardo used the full might of his body, and used his intimate knowledge of his “simpler” moveset to his full advantage. Jabs and right-hooks and left-hooks, all delivered with as much power and speed as he could muster. Most were aimed at his opponent’s head, to disorient him… knock him out. However, Speenatch knew boxing intimately… just as well as he knew muay-thai, which he utilized to its greatest effect. Not only did he block punches, but he used kicks and knee-strikes whenever he could. Barcardo had no training with reading an opponent’s legs beyond keeping track of their foot-work, so they tended to come as a surprise. Especially when he was also busy trying to dodge or block a fist. There was also the fact that Speenatch wasn’t actually being hurt by the bigger fighter’s fists. He was just pretending he was... Which meant the only one truly being worn down was him. Two whole minutes of this slow-motion fighting… and by the end of it, both men were swaying. One was covered with marks that would become bruises soon. The other? Well… he was mostly covered by his cloak. Barcardo raised his fists up, ready to go down swinging… He drew an arm back, then let it fly in the form of a right hook. Everything he had went into that punch. Speenatch, meanwhile, didn’t go for a punch himself. Instead, he leaped up into the air, performing a flip… a flip that brought his feet crashing against Barcardo’s arm. Then his head. BAM The big man was on the ground… his eyes were closed, and his arm was twitching. The announcer/referee started the count, “ One… Two...” The big man didn’t move. “ Three… Four… Five…” Still nothing, even as the referee went on… “ Six… Seven… Eight…” He put an arm to the ground, pushed against it… and then he stopped. Barcardo was woozy, unable to muster the strength to lift himself. “ Nine… TEN! He’s out! Unable to continue! The winner is… NUMBER ELEVEN!” Speenatch walked out of the ring right after he was declared victor. He had to keep himself from smiling… that fight had almost felt like one of the ones he’d had back in his old underground ring days. Back before he ever discovered how to use his ki. ‘ But I gotta keep up this ‘ere mysterious schtick. Keep ma power hidden, keep maself from smilin’ ‘er talkin’. ‘T least till I get ta go up ‘gainst one o’ those strong fellas. Or strong ladies...’ [Thread PL: 31,200] [Medium Weights Active: PL Reduced to 15,600] [Ki Compression Active: PL Hidden] (Also, thanks for letting me join in Pracross Yendatta ! I hope that matched up to the “intro” you had in mind!) |
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Nov 6, 2017 22:07:34 GMT
Round Three had Arrived!It felt like it had taken ages, but it was here. It was strange, a lot of people were dropping out after the performance of the three warriors on top. It was a bit saddening, actually. Amar, the Saiyan Pracross met when he first arrived, dropped out as well, though he doubted it was from fear. The semi-final round was among them and everyone was getting riled up to see who was fighting who. Pracross was fighting the least interesting person of the three he could've gotten. WHY DO I GET THE NPC  It was someone named Ned, which after a bit of questioning, he discovered it was the sit on from the last round. Shame that he'd be put on display for everyone... Pracross sat in the stands. He wasn't up yet. He got to see an interesting battle first...
Sorry for the short responce! You two go at it! Up Next: Ninjin Nedrag |
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Nov 7, 2017 14:13:12 GMT
Wiping off the sweat from her brow Ninjin was relaxing as best she could after using her strength within the last fight in order to defeat Amalia. This was something that she was not expecting to have to do but today she was going to just see how well she could do. The semi-finals were announced and it seemed that she was going up against someone who chose to remain anonymous and yet there was a feel for the man that she could not pin down right away after her match. It came to her though as she watched his on the monitor. Smiling she knew that the man had to be a Saiyan or some really strong human cause of the way he had moved to take out the bruiser he had been fighting. :: Possibly another Saiyan? I hope not as it seems so many have been able to go Super without much provocation when I have fought them in the past. Here is hoping that my eyes are just deceiving me and this gentlemen is not much stronger than he is showing right now. That last fight took a bunch out of me. ::
Taking in a deep breath she began her walk out to the ring. Step by step she slowly made her way out to the ring. Once more she would remove her outer gi and hand it to the ring attendant as she began to stretch out. All of her muscles were tense as she awaited the arrival of her opponent Speenach. Closing her eyes she would feel their presence approaching the ring. Keeping her eyes closed the announcer of the main ring would begin the introductions.
“Everyone may we have your attention to the main ring for the first of our semi final matches. The first of which pits two fighters who seemingly breezed through their matches up until now. Ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce you to contestant Lucky Number Eleven. Give it up for him everyone. With his thrilling win over Barcado in a Knock Out he has made it to our Semifinal round. Opposite him is someone who just put on a thrilling match against an amazing human competitor. Everyone let us hear your applause for the former Turtle Hermit Ninjin Nedrag.”
The crowd would be loud for both of the competitors as they had obviously enjoyed both of their previous matches. Yet it seemed that the mystery male fighter got a slightly higher volume of cheers. Smiling Ninjin would walk toward the center of the ring and extend her hand toward Speenatch as the ref came over to spout the same rules that they had before every match. Bowing her head to Speenatch she spoke. “Shall we put on a good show for this people?”
After his response she would smile and head back to the neutral side to await the beginning of the match.
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 8, 2017 0:27:18 GMT
Speenatch was also sweating underneath the hood of his cloak. However, his was the cold sweat of nerves, rather than leaking from exertion or heat. After all, this was going to be his first fight against a fellow ki-user since he'd plunged himself into the hospital... And this woman in particular had been announced as the former head of the Turtle School of martial arts... And she'd gone full-blonde earlier. Speenatch never did learn the name of that particular transformation, but he knew saiyans were the only ones that could use it... and only powerful saiyans, at that.
'Rightio, gunna hafta just keep 'er guard down, keep ma guard up... An' hope she keeps 'erself at tha levels she's at...' After double-checking that his own ki was still hidden, he extended his senses towards his new opponent. She had a lot of power all right, a lot more than she was wielding at the moment. Although... 'Feels a bit like she's tapped out, runnin' on less'n a hunnerd percent. But I've got ma full power still, rarin' ta go... Maybe I can take 'er on...'
The "mysterious man" walked up to the ring right after Ninjin did... With only the slightest pause to take a good, deep breath. To steady himself. Then, he stepped into the ring proper... He continued walking all the way to his opponent as names were announced and rules were gone over. His hand took her extended one... and he nodded his head in such a way that hopefully wouldn't jostle his hood or reveal his identity before he was ready for the reveal.
"Oh that's usually ma goal... so uh... Yupperino on that. Good luck. An' uh, may tha better ma-... fighter win!" He tried not to let his voice crack as he spoke. Nerves... Nerves were getting to him...
As soon as he returned to his side... He didn't get into his usual stance. Instead, he just stood still with his arms at his sides. Thus, his cloak covered everything but a fraction of his bright orange pants, and those hot-pink boots of his...
"Are both competitors ready?!", the announcer/referee for the match asked this question while glancing between the two. Waiting for a proper response.
Speenatch, ever the gentleman, let Ninjin announce her state of preparation first. Only once she'd spoken did he open his mouth. And raise his voice to the point where he didn't need any sort of microphone to be heard by everyone in the stands. And maybe a few people over at the next arena...
"Yoo bet yer keister I'm ready!" There was silence... nobody had really heard the "mystery fighter" speak up until that point. He'd just given nods or waves of his hands through the previous rounds. It was safe to assume none of the audience had expected him to speak. Or for him to be so loud... This gave him his opening to continue.
First, Speenatch raised a hand to the clasp on his rust-red cloak, quickly undoing it. He threw it to the side in a well-practiced motion that let him simultaneously strike a "power pose". A hand on his hip, the other held out at a near ninety-degree angle. For the first time, everyone in the arena could get a good look at "Lucky Number Eleven"... They could see everything he'd hidden, sans his eyes. Those were still behind a pair of thick, red-rimmed shades.
His height had always been apparent, though not how much of it was due to the "poof" of his mullet-style mane of hair. He wasn't very big at all! ...Unless one was counting width. Because his body was rather... squatly muscular. His arms and chest practically ballooned with how beefy they were...
And then there was the matter of his "fashion sense". A bright, aqua colored gi-top. A neon green belt keeping it tied down... bright orange pants... and hot-pink boots. All together, it was an eye-burning strike that probably made any fashionistas in the crowd want to tear at their own eyes.
"I'm always ready! Cause I'm not just a "Lucky Number"... I'm the UNBREAKABLE...!" He moved out of the "power pose" as soon as the word "Unbreakable" came out of his mouth. Instead, he moved so that the backs of each of his wrists (or rather, the bands that covered them) pressed together. His biceps bulged further as he flexed... that cocky smirk was still on his lips. Peering from inside the goatee.
"MISTER...." He squatted down next, into a position that vaguely resembled "taking a knee"... though he was still on his feet, technically. One arm was raised up, the other held down. If one had ever been to some of the ruins of ancient civilizations out in the desert, or seen the pictures of the murals on the tombs... Well, it vaguely resembled that.
"STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!" He ended with a pose that anyone who had ever heard of "Mister Satan" knew. One hand was on his hip in the shape of a fist. His feet were shoulder-width apart to either side... and his right hand was extended in a "peace" or "victory" sign. All while he wore a supremely confident smirk. The light was hitting his shades juuuuuust so... to further add to the effect.
With his little "introduction" out of the way, Steel settled into a proper fighting stance. One fist was held right by his head, the other was extended out and up away from his body. His feet were spread, shoulder-width apart, but with one behind the other. They maintained this distance even as he began to hop and "dance" on the pads of his feet. He gave a few practice jabs to the air, each were fast enough to just barely be trackable to a human eye... But to Ninjin, he knew it would look slow as molasses. Because he still hadn't unleashed his power at that moment... To any ki-senses, it still probably seemed like he only had the average human's level of power. Which wasn't much...
"And I'm tha real deal..." Most of the crowd was silent at that point. After all "Mister Steel" wasn't a household name unless someone had gone to some very sketchy fight-clubs in Satan City. And he'd ruined the whole "Lucky Number Eleven" mystique just by doing this whole introduction. ..
'Alrighty, now... she's gunna think I'm sum sorta blowhard tha' can't back up no boastin' or showboatin'. Prolly gimme a less powerful attack that she thinks'll finish me off...'
"Alrighty, let's get started! I gotta champeen-ship ta win!" He growled this out as he waited for the announcer, who was just gaping at the display, to start things up. After a few moments, the man with the mic managed to stammer out...
"W-Well alright then, ladies and gentlemen... You heard 'em! The fighters are ready to begin so... Three... Two... One... Fight!"
Speenatch started things off, charging outright at his opponent. He went fast, as fast as a human without ki-training could possibly hope to run. But still slow as all molasses to a ki-fighter. If Ninjin actually let him get into range, he actually went to deliver a few jabs and knee-strikes towards her. All easily dodged. All pitifully weak if they landed.
'Alrighty, get 'er ta let 'er guard down... think she's got this in tha bag... then yer gunna let 'er have ALL YA GOT...'
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