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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 4, 2017 13:22:08 GMT
Capper rubbed his hands together with a smile. Minor League, almost done. And the matches were all fun so far! ...He groaned again, smile fading. Small writing. He couldn't read it. "In the Minor League we have Speenatch and... I'm going to kill whoever writes this small."
Recommended NPC: U4 Vi-Poi. This Vi seems as cheery as ever. You can't sense his power because androids, but he must be weaker in this world to be admitted into the Minor League. Perhaps there's hope of victory..? ROUND ONE of the Minor League's Multiversal Tournament has begun! Feel free to make your own NPC for this non-player combatant, use the one staff brainstormed, or simply skip the fight if you do not wish to write a solo. The max word count is 2000 words. If you skip, victory will be presumed against the recommended NPC for the sake of the visual bracket.
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Post by Speenatch on Dec 6, 2017 18:37:31 GMT
‘Aw dagnabbit! Wut’s tha point’f pencilin’ in ma stage name if they don’t even call it out?!’
Speenatch sighed as his name was called. Then, he crossed his beefy, hairy arms… and slowly floated up towards the lower-tier arena. He did so to keep from ruffling and dislodging his rust-red cloak too much. It was the only thing keeping his body and hair covered, after all. And he had a whole “dramatic entrance” planned. And that meant a slooooooow build-up. As well as keeping himself stealthed, hiding his power.
Quite unlike his opponent, a doppleganger of his own Earth’s premier… Said copy of Vi-Poi had rushed right to the ring after the names were announced. He was wearing some loud T-shirt with an obnoxious slogan, shorts, tennis-shoes and blue socks… and a baseball cap. A cap that he turned towards the side as Speenatch landed in the arena.
“Alright, “Speenatch”... Let’s get this over with. I’ve got a tourney to sweep, and a free wish to grab!”
At that, Speenatch moved one of his hairy arms to the clasp for his cloak. With one swift motion, he undid it, and threw the fabric to the side. Thus, he was revealed in all of his “glory”. An aqua-blue gi top… bright orange pants… a neon-green belt… a set of black bands with yellow jewels laid into them… a pair of cheap-looking, red-rimmed shades… And, to top it all off, HOT PINK BOOTS. Vi-Poi actually snorted when he took in that last detail. Then he narrowed his eyes, this all seemed familiar to him.
But that didn’t stop Speenatch from continuing his little “introduction” sequence. Once he started, it was hard to get him to stop.
“Oh… ya c’n call me “Speenatch” if’n ya want… It is the name ma momma gave me. But I prefer ‘nother name… Tha Unbreakable…” As he shouted that last word, putting on extra emphasis… he entered his first pose. He raised both arms up, then flexed his bulging biceps. As he did this, he squatted a tad… A bit of centering his gravity, as it were.
“MISTER…” With the second word, he changed his pose. From flexing to… something. It wasn’t really a pose, even. More like some sort of dance move, as he fell to the ground and spun around. He used his ability to fly to help with pushing himself in a circle… and help with launching to his feet for his final move…
“STEEEEEEEEEL!” As he got back onto his feet, both of Speenatch’s arms launched up into the air. As did his hands. They went as high as they could go, in the shape of “peace” or “victory” signs. And they were held there for as long as “Steel” kept shouting his name.
When he finished, Speenatch got into a proper fighting stance… One hand was held out in a fist out and away from his face. The other was held rather close to his head, just under the chin level and towards his side. His feet were spread to be about shoulder-width apart, one in front of the other. Strangely, one of his fists had a thumb extended back towards himself.
“I’m tha real deal, and I’ll leave ya a beatdown yer gunna feel…”
In response to this whole thing, Vi-Poi just… stared… His eyes were wide open, his mouth gaped, and he stood completely and utterly still. It was as if his CPU needed time to process the madness he had just witnessed. Then he closed his mouth, which turned up into a smile. He snorted… then giggled… though he did his best to cover it up.
“Ohoho man! I thought I recognized you! Well, sort of…” The teenaged android got himself into his own combat stance. It was… odd… all janky positioning of the limbs, confusing foot-work… Nothing Speenatch had ever seen before. Mostly because he’d never seen anyone’s joints bend that way. “See, in my universe, we got our own “Mister Steel”... Wanna know what he does? Wrestle paid-off goons on TV and peddle snacks! Same dumbass looks, same slap-dash slogans… I was half-waiting for a granola bar to get flung around while you talked about the calorie count at the end!” Vi-Poi chuckled again, before locking his eyes on Speenatch. Internal sensors detected the human’s power output… and found it to be negligible. Practically non-existent. “I’ll give you one difference, though. You got WAY bigger balls than that coward. Especially since you’ve got the exact same pathetic power level.”
Speenatch, meanwhile… just laughed in response. And laughed… and laughed… He couldn’t sense anything of Vi-Poi’s, but considering they were in the same ranks for this tournament… And this android was his first match? They had to be close in power. So he got out of his stance… And put one hand behind his back. The other he extended, palm first towards Vi-Poi.
“Alrighty, howsabout this? Soon as that bell ring-a-ding-dings… ya just hit me with wutever attack ya want… and I’ll block it with one hand!”
Vi-Poi smiled, before getting out of his previous stance… Instead, clenching his fists by each of his sides, activating his anti-matter annihilators and charging them. Preparing for a sudden burst of destruction.
“Alright, fine! If you want to die so badly, I’ll at least make it quick.” He continued to charge as the timer counted down… Down… Down… Until, finally, it went off. The match had begun!
Without a moment to spare, Vi-Poi opened his mouth wide to release a brilliant cone of power that engulfed Speenatch completely! ...Or rather, it would have, if the squat human hadn’t been holding out his hand. The android’s sensors detected a sudden shift in power and energy. Speenatch’s power-level shot up DRAMATICALLY, with a lot of energy focused purely on his right arm and hand… Energy that strengthened the limb to become tougher, stronger… Strong enough to completely block and nullify Vi-Poi’s attack, and leave his body untouched. Even if the rest of the ground around him was a smoking crater.
As the attack ended… Speenatch let his arm drop, while smirking. “That all ya got?” Vi-Poi just stared with a concerned look…
“Oooookay… Looks like you’re not rocking that other Steel’s power le-” His sentence was cut off as Speenatch used that very same, ki-reinforced limb to punch the parallel premier. Right in the face. With a cross-punch. It was aimed specifically at his nose…
“GAH! What the fuck! Where do you get off interrupting the-?!” Vi-Poi was interrupted again. By another hard punch to the nose. From a ki-reinforced limb. “OW! OKAY NO!!” All of a sudden, his limbs moved to strike as the android floated off the ground. Each one bent at an odd angle that should have been impossible for anyone with proper joints. Speenatch blocked the one aimed for his own face… but he took a pair of shins to either side of his core. This left him doubled over and open for the literal slap that sent him onto the ground. “AAAHAHAHAA! How do you like that, bitch?!” Vi-Poi pointed his finger down to the squat human on the ground as he shouted this last insult.
‘Heheh… Got ‘im right where I want ‘im…’
It was a hard hit. Quite a hard hit indeed. However, Speenatch was used to taking punches. Most came from people above his weight class, far above it. An android so close to his power? He would live. And even be able to get up from the shallow indentation his body had made when it slammed into the stone of the artificial planet.
“I like it quite a bit… means this fight’ll be interestin’...”
Then he let out a good, deep belly laugh… and quickly poured on the speed to fly backwards and away from the android. Enough distance that he’d have advanced warning, and enough time to get back into his regular fighting stance. This left him just over the horizon of the planet.
Vi-Poi followed just a moment later, with a shout of “OH NO YOU DON’T!”
As soon as he caught up with the squat Earthling, the two began to exchange blows. Speenatch knew his blended fighting style quite well… which meant he could “switch” from muay-thai-style knee strikes, to capoeira-esque leg sweeps, to boxing-influenced jabs and upper-cuts in the blink of an eye. A combination of seemingly “basic” martial arts and foot-work that Vi-Poi was completely unfamiliar with fighting against. He was more used to facing aliens and their fighting styles, or humans that had studied under prestigious schools.
However, Vi-Poi had his own tricks. His body didn’t HAVE to move the way a human’s did. He could bend his joints at odd angles, allowing him to perform attacks from unexpected angles. There was also the fact that he was made of tougher materials than a normal human, and had nearly limitless energy that Speenatch’s senses couldn’t detect. As such…
Speenatch gave a powerful cross punch to Vi-Poi’s chest, sending him turning to the side. Vi-Poi countered lifting one leg off the ground… then rotating a full 180 degrees to strike at the side of Speenatch’s head. The squat human raised a beefy arm to block, which opened him up for the side-ways punch to the gut. This left Vi-Poi dangerously off-balance, though, and open for a shoulder to the center of his core. Followed by a kick to the chin as he fell down. Vi-Poi launched a kick of his own at empty air… while charging it with ki energy. A blue bolt flew from his foot to strike at Savoy’s face, and send him stumbling backwards.
It went on like this for quite a while. The two weren’t nearly as powerful as the foes fighting in the mid and upper tiers above them… but they sure were giving it their all. Blasts and beams and punches and kicks rang out across the mini planetoid. Rock and dust were thrown about, bruises were left, and burns were created…
But, slowly, over time, Speenatch started to take more blows than he gave out. Vi-Poi had limitless energy… and this version had the ability to shut off his pain receptors, allowing him to work through whatever hits managed to land on his chassis. Speenatch knew how to take a punch, but he was still human. Still made of meat and bone. He took a blow to the gut that knocked the wind out of him. He took a kick to the face that sent him flying… and then a fist to the back that sent him plummeting down to form a brand new crater.
‘Okay… this hurts. This REALLY hurts… I gotta end things quick… Can’t rely on ma constitution ta carry me on this one...'
He planted both hands on the ground, and slowly began to push and pull himself to his feet. As he did, Vi-Poi landed on the edge of the fresh crater… Then chuckled.
“Alright… I’ll admit, you had me goin’ there for a few. You actually gave me a bit of a challenge! Not a lotta people back home can say the same! Not enough to win, but hey, that's what happens when you go up against... THE UNBEATABLE…” The robot boy dabbed as he said this. He literally dabbed…
‘He’s APIN’ ma bit! ...Wait a minute… that’s tha perfect opening. Just let ‘im keep goin’...’
“INDESCRIBABLY HANDSOME…!” As Vi-Poi put a hand to his chin… Speenatch began charging ki into one of his limbs. An aura began to wrap around it. Faint… shimmering… Hot-pink…
“UNDENIABLY BADASS…!” Speenatch just kept charging his power… Vi-Poi was flexing one of his skinny arms at that point. Though he quickly switched to a new power pose. What would turn out to be his final one… Both of his arms were crossed in front of him in the shape of an “X”.
“GENERAL-” That was as far as Vi-Poi got before Speenatch launched forward. All of his power was focused in one fist. A fist that was leaking a hot-pink aura all around it. A fist that impacted directly against both of the android’s forearms. Right in the center of the X. First, the aura cushioned the impact of the hardened fist, allowing it to hit even HARDER than Speenatch’s earlier blows. Then… said aura EXPLODED outwards, causing a massive BOOM to echo out… And dust and debris to get knocked into the air.
After the cloud settled… Speenatch was smirking, despite the cuts and bruises. And Vi-Poi? Vi-Poi was gaping and gasping at the sight of the two mangled bits of metal that had once been his arms… Speenatch took a single step his way…
‘Hope he don’t realize I used everythin’ I had left in me ta do that…’
"Nice try... But that trick don't work as a taunt. Only good fer openin's... Ready fer more lessons in pain?!"
Vi-Poi leapt back, waving his stubs frantically as he shouted, “AAAAAAAH! NONO! YOU WIN DUDE, YOU WIN! I GIVE UP!” He flew off back to his part of the stands after that, rushing to someone that could repair his body.
As for Speenatch? He raised a fist up. And then pumped it into the air. The crowd went wild.
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