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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 4, 2017 18:46:34 GMT
Capper leans back against his chair, feet extended out and propped up on a nearby table.
He was almost done with round one. Closing his eyes, the saiyan cleared his throat before eyeing the next matchup.
"Next up, we have La Serpiente Emplumada against Samba! Get ready!"
ROUND ONE of the Minor League's 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 La Serpiente Emplumada on Dec 5, 2017 7:55:24 GMT
Air tinged blue. Nick Knacks shackled in the distance and the announcement was made. Three men sat in a corner, a darkened shadow cast over them. One was adorned in blue skin-tight overalls that covered every inch minus hands and head with a black mow-hawk that looked as if it was in a permanent state of wind brush gave out a hesitant deep breath, lending to a sigh as he looked to the stunted fellow of the room barely reaching his crotch. The thing was a ball if ever there needed a definition, two large eyes rolled at the side of its skull and a large pair of sunglasses that drooped on his nose looked with a resigned tussling of the other's hair. "Come on sport. We have a universe to represent." The voice rolled with an air of electricity too it, unearthed excitement overshadowed by the tension that swept through the air all about. Then the final member of this cabal rose from his seat, he was by far the most perplexing of the lot. Not a Human by any means, yet by no means one of the stunted Bas. Adorned in a vivid display of gold and jagged patterns. Tied around his waist was teh belt, the one who he was going to put on the line against this, 'Habana' person, champion of this universe but unfortunately, at the other end of the bracket, all he had to do. Was make it to the end.
Finally he crossed the threshold, past the Blue Herald and with their manager as well as ring side commentator, Squaz walking to his left as he come to the silhouette. His eyes flared with iridescent light underneath the entrance to the ring, a wave of darkness blanketing them as for what seemed like the longest time he stood there before a faint snap of the fingers radiated from his hovel of Darkness. Above him, appeared a screen, massive in scope as music began to ring and roll, the beat had began to play, and as the music began to play he followed, 'snap, snap, snap' he continued as more and more was added, a rampart was formed, no longer a mere concrete series of tiles but almost like a bridge of splendour, dozens of Luchadore Masks propped up all along, those he had bested, those he had failed to help and those of heroes who deserved this spot more than him.
As the music rang, a vivid display of colour snapping in time with the tune began to roll out and along the ground like turf rolled out. Following it, came a jive, a massive frame held low as he began to shake and jive, bells and jewellery snapping against each other, flaring with the movement as he walked back and fourth at the ramp, an arm rolling for a cheer. There was none, or at least, not as much as he wished. He snapped to the other side, arm rolling and waiting for applause. Rinse and repeat, no applause, that was until, he slowly moved to the middle of the ramp, looking back and fourth with a flat jovial smile as he fell down on his knees, arms splayed wide as he snapped his fingers three times, and above him three cracks formed and shifted, scrying through as cameramen rolled through the crowd he was applauded with a hailstorm of cheers and cries, banners waved high back and fourth as he finally with a swift motion rolled around, a spinning of colour and bells as he splayed his arms out wide and walked down to the ring, a saunter in his step as he slowly pulled himself from the ground and began to step air, a hand ran through the audience as people began to understand the whole charade, giving him claps on his way through, this was the pageantry of a fight. Not a fighter coming down with a case of the grumpies, but a fighter here to entertain first and foremost. To win was his secondary goal.
He came to the ring, another snap of the fingers and now a corner emerged, snatching hands coiled around the apron as he flipped himself over ina single bounce and onto the turnbuckle, with all the flair things were finally looking up as he gave a roll of the arm, pressed a hand against the ear and those who were confused became applauders, those who applauded before continued and those who didn't, those were the guys who cheered for the Heel's anyway and were often considered douches. With a final grab, he caught his hands on the apron spinning around as he looked to the centre, taking the stage as the now ever present snap of the fingers emerged a Microphone, knees bent as he brought it to the ever present smile that ran across his face like that horse the kid never stops asking for. "Now now now Capper sir. Let say it like I showed you." He paused, microphone spinning in his hand with all the guile of a master performer. "Let us introduce ourselves properly, and if you know the words, I insist. Say along." He gave a flash of the teeth to the hovering orbs off in the distance that had settled themselves a little distance away, a few women swooning and a couple more men than that fainting. "May I introduce to you all, the Champion, of Universe Two, the Reiging" He paused again, running his free hand against the belt as it snapped off, raising it to the sky as its mouth parted open and breathed a small spark of electricity, "ECW's Intergalactic Light Championship Title Holder." Jutting his head to the side as his boisterous lungs took in a gulp of air, visible currents of winds pulled as he rose to his feet, body arched back as his voice bellowed out, "LA SERPIENTE, EMPLU-MAAAAAADAAAAAAAA" He bellowed, for a second he felt like a proper champion as he was flushed with the noise of Universe Two, their adulation and faith all riding on this one man. Not many of universe two had made it, only him and the Magician. And he had heard the rumours. They were the joke universe, why he had no idea. Maybe because they didn't have any proper counterparts it seemed, or maybe because of all the trollers who applied. But nonetheless, it was up to himself and the Magician to prove them all wrong. This was one part pride, two parts province and another part him wanting a shot at not only Intergalactic Gold. But Inter-universal gold. And that would be his wish, to make Luchadore Wrestling Inter-universal rather than bogged down by mere Galaxies.
As he finished up, a bounce to his step the Blue Herald and Squaz pulled from out of the darkness a table and two chairs, Blue Herald doing the heavy lifting while Squaz struggled with his adjustable chair and the Heralds steel one. They took up their places outside the ring, pulling it next to Capper the Patroller, Squaz giving a short winded nod as the Blue Herald dropped the table. Of course, this was entirely out of nowhere as they followed up with a small portable generator, fixing up wires and fittings and dropping out a compartment with three headsets two of which Custom Made. Blue Herald took the ear piece, fitting it into place as Squaz took a rather obtuse looking thing, pressing the microphone against his lips and finally offering Capper one before meeting with the proceedings of the night. "Well, Ladies and Gentleman, and of course, those in between, we have a stunning spectacle for tonight and for you all!" Shouted Squaz adjusting his table in the right height so he could perform his signature move of hop on the table and blow out the earpiece. "We have, for your viewing pleasure the first ever Inter-universal match and what a treat it is. We have in one Corner the ever familiar Serpiente who no doubt our specific viewers would be familiar with, and in the other the Brute of Fifteen, Samba the Wolfman. And of course on commentary, I have with me Capper and Blue Herald. Blue Herald, say hi to the folks." A brief pause was given as Squaz took a sip of his water as Blue Herald spoke, his words manic and driven as he turned to Squaz who was placed in between Capper and himself. "Well Thanks Bob-My Name's no-Bob we have first off a sponsoring from our fav-Oh dear god this agai-Favourite Sponsor Bob! Favourite. Sponsor." He paused galring before turning to a rather joly and melancholy expression again, "Diet Double Mountain Triple Action Power Due. Due, I think your due for a-Why that's not even-I am sure it is in one of these universe Bob. One, of these. Universes" Blue Herald stated, with interjections from Squaz of course littered between with their classic Banter before his pudgy friend gave a sigh, fingers rubbing his largest eyes before turning to Capper. "Capper. We have heard you were the announcer, tell us, what do you know of Samba? Me and Blue are really in the Dark would you mind, clewing us info all the universes to hear?" He inquired, hand propping up his chin as Blue Herald joined in, "Yes, my Sponsors at XXX Tundra Due would really like to know." Blue Herald chimed in once again, less so banter and more so a reason why they were called the Joke Universe.
Techniques U- Wait, this is free form, HA HA I AM FREE FROM HAVING TO DO THIS STUFF AT THE BOTTOM! Samba Capper the Patroller I spoke too soon. |
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Post by Samba on Dec 5, 2017 15:15:08 GMT
| Round One - Emplumada VS Samba || SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
| GAIN BONUSES: Idk | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Meaningless |
Samba heard his name and that of his opponent being called, and couldn't help but grow a little bit anxious. Nevermind the absurdity of his opponent's name; the fact that this person managed to become the paragon of their Universe to come and fight here spoke about their abilities as a Fighter. Even so, he couldn't help the small snort of amusement that left his lips when he first heard the name. "Well... it's show time." The Zoanthrope muttered, standing up from his seat and making his way towards the ring.
This whole affair of a Multiverse Tournament was interesting, to say the least. Nevermind that it was sponsored by Galatic Patrolmen, an organization that he owed allegiance to because they had given him a purpose, the fact that they choose to sponsor this whole thing was the cherry on the cake. The reward was even more mindblowing; a wish from the Dragonballs.
'Perhaps... If I win, I can bring them back.' That statement kept running through his mind ever since he was aware of the reward for winning the tournament, and with determination, he had accepted the invitation to participate in this tournament of power.
Finally, the Wolfman emerged from the other side, just in time to see most of the spectacle that his opponent and their 'sponsors' made for everyone to see. A large bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face at the scene before him, the bead of sweat becoming larger as he heard what they called him. "Not a Brute..." He muttered under his breath as he walked to the arena, while he could be considering dumb muscle by appearance alone, he was smart in certain areas that weren't fighting.
While indeed his opponent seemed to have many fans of his own, the same could be said for Samba as those that didn't cheer for Emplumada cheered for him instead. He blinked multiple times as many people got excited when he came out, a random bystander even going as far as to throw their underwear at him.
He dodged the offending object, finally catching what seemed like a pair of frilly panties before he resolutely looked forward, his face blushing madly as he finally stepped on to the ring without much preamble. "So, you're my opponent..." Samba spoke in a low tone, looking at the fighter up and down but ultimately having to look up since he was taller than him by two feet.
Not that that would matter if he had his way, anyway.
"Nice clothes." He said after some pause, a bit sarcastic in his tone, he himself was wearing his Crane School attire to represent in some fort, the badge that signified him as a Galatic Patrolmen neatly pinned against his chest.
He felt it was appropriate, considering who was manning this tournament.
With the ease of practice, he fell into his school's battle stance, his green eyes never leaving his opponent as he took a deep breath before exhaling. With how high up they were and how durable he was told katchin could be, he didn't have many reservations about using energy waves techniques, and certainly not the Crane School's Ultimate technique should the situation arises.
Even so, if his opponent wanted to fight him mano a mano, he'd gladly follow suit for the time being.
Silently, Samba made the "Bring it" motion with his hand towards La Serpiente Emplumada.
TAGS: Capper the Patroller La Serpiente Emplumada
OOC NOTES: Let's do this.
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Post by La Serpiente Emplumada on Dec 6, 2017 6:23:28 GMT
He paused at the compliment finger gunning back as he looked him up and down, a wink gave as he found his mark, "And I suppose you would be mine, Samba the Wolf." He responded, waiting for the signature ding of the bell allowing him to start. No such thing came as he stood there, defiant as he snapped his fingers to cause a breeze to roll through. As he stood there, looking down at what he was realizing was far from a brute his headdress swayed, tufts of hair pulled up and swayed masking half his body in a splendour of feathers and fur before responding to his second rebuttal. "Yeah, you're not looking too bad yourself." He responded, an air of excitement rolling from his lips watching as the wolfman fell into his pose, Emplumada following with the same, back hunched no more than an inch, knees bent and arms brought up in the standard grappler's pose.
"The air is electric in there folks, you can see the tension rolling through both fighters. Neither one wants to call it quits here." Squaz stated Microphone brought to his mouth as he looked to the blue Herald giving a nod as in his hand a small metal bell and hammer were held aloft. "It seems, it is time for us to get on with the show." Blue Herald stated as he brung it down with a tap, the bell gonging throughout as Emplumada almost came to life with movement.
His hands were brought to his side, every step a pounding of thunder against the ground as he came in with a charge made with a combination of iron and flesh as he came in with a low strike, pulling down on his knees as if playing Limbo his face came to eye level with Samba, a massive grin drawn along his face with pearly whites as he threw two Straight Boxing Punches into his chest with his right arm, before following up with a mass build up of Ki, striking at Samba's midection with full intent of sending him up to the heavens. If this was to work then his plan could come through. He bent down that little bit lower, Ki flowing at his feet as crackles of light rolled around, a misty fog starting to form before an explosion of Ki propelled him to the skies body twisting and arching with the speed of a Bison as his legs coiled upwards, catching themselves around Samba's head and twisting, pulling and finally tossing him to the ground with a Mid Air Hurricarana and straight into the ground, rolling across, arm Pressed agaisnt the ground with a scraping of debris in his fingers as he watched the impressive fighter. He had a hunch, but only a hunch, that this was far from over.
OOC: If at any point I take control of ya character, just tell me, this whole... What is it you kids call it fitin? Yeah ain't ever gonna get used to it.
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Post by Samba on Dec 8, 2017 16:34:28 GMT
| Round One - Emplumada VS Samba || SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
| GAIN BONUSES: Idk | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Meaningless |
One word that rumbled through Samba's mind as the fighter moved was "Fast." He had severely underestimated his opponent, partly because that attire and appearance made him look so silly that taking him seriously was out of the question, but the pain that assaulted his body in rapid succession told him that this was no mere fighter and his appearance didn't downplayed the strength he possessed in spades.
As such, he barely managed to stop himself from crashing into the katchin reinforced arena by letting out a powerful invisible wave of ki to stop his fall, shockwaves of air being send out as he stopped inches from touching the ground face-first, the Zoanthrope floating there for a few seconds before he finally touched the ground.
"Impressive..." Samba said reluctantly, one hand rubbing against his sore neck as he tried to get the kinks out after almost getting his head screw off its axis from those powerful legs of the fighter before him. "You want to fight mano-a-mano? Alright, you asked for it."
Rushing to the opponent with almost blinding speed, Samba turns side to side with his target, aiming to suddenly place them in a suplex hold to keep them right where he wanted him. Should his hold prove successful, Samba will howl and jump into the air a few feet, before positioning his opponent to land back first when the jump lands. Since he hadn't infused Ki nor gained enough height, there wasn't any sort of explosion happening, but the impact to the ground was enough to drive anyone dizzy from the blow to their body.
But should his opponent managed to stop him before he could pull the move off, then, well... he'll burn that bridge once he came to it.
TAGS: Capper the Patroller La Serpiente Emplumada
OOC NOTES: You're fine, bro. I'd bit your head off if you actually did something bad ;v
Technique used:
+[N1] Veritubach - Rushing to the opponent, Samba turns around side to side with the target, and places them in a suplex hold. Upon the performance of the throw, Samba howls and jumps up into the air, before positioning the target to land back first when the jump lands. Their impact is capable of producing a huge explosion, and the target bounces back, being dealt massive damage. Does 33% of Samba's PL in damage and uses 1KP in a KP Battle.
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Post by La Serpiente Emplumada on Dec 9, 2017 1:52:03 GMT
His eyes narrowed... More? They were closed but somehow he managed to furl his eyes, even more, Samba had managed to push through the first barrage of attacks and seemingly without interest in holding back himself quipped back. "I never ask for anything else." He retorted fists cocked at the ready as he took a dozen steps forward, tossing a Boxing Straight Jab for Samba's chin only for the daring wolf to slide around, Emplumada only catching a glance at the wolfman as he flashed those ever pearly whites and was snatched from the ground, carried to the skies in a classic Suplex Hold.
"Oh my Kami." The Herald stated flabbergasted, watching as Samba pulled his comrade in arms to the skies, "Did you see that Bob, he stole my Technique the son of a bitch!" The Blue Herald screamed, waving middles fingers through the air through a stream of Mic Cut off curses. "Herald for peat sake it's a Suplex you didn't invent i-Fuck you that's my technique!" He said as he snatched out from Squaz the microphone and started to take control of commentary "I demand a disqualification this is ridiculous!" Squaz was at this point already resigned, missing his old Partner, the legendary Ex-Wrestler and now a trainer, Malloon the Brunt. Then the Herald's mic was cut and Squaz took back control, snatching it whilst the Herald was distracted with anger and took to the mic, "Please folk ignore the Herald, as we all know Karlie Gotchita was the inventor of the Suplex, now back to the action." Squaz retorted as a camera quickly panned over to see the wreckage, Emplumada left-back against the ground panting as Samba had thoroughly beaten him as an action replay quickly snapped into the corner of the screen for the viewers at home who missed this action.
The screen popped with a large flash, the screen pulled into vintage colour and the mildly terrible obscenities of the Herald were scrapped away Samba's respectable arms clawed and snapped into place Serpiente sat their, arms tugging up as the rather minuscule by comparison Samba had successfully caught the ensemble of colour who struck out with defiant and draining vigour to escape as he was tossed that little bit through the air and forced into the ground. Strange enough, while the audience wouldn't notice, the Katchin snapped under the impact, Serpiente flared with Ki as he forced his own body with more impact, making sure the crowds were pleased. This might be a fight, but what sort of fight wouldn't leave the crowd wanting more and a Suplex like this wasn't enough to flare his audience. Then, it was all over, the vintage grain of the camera flicked off and it was back to the action, Serpiente only managing to pull himself up with a stagger before turning around to Samba, a weak smile crossed his face as he took back the scene into his own hands.
"So that is the force of a Signature from this universe huh? Good. Lemme show you one of mine." He said, pouncing with a flare of speed as he rushed Samba, vanishing for a few moments in his charge, his Ki might have been trackable, but the vision was always most of a fight. There were two snaps, the first made him vanish, all around his body and bells was not some much an invisibility cloak but more so a liquid of perfect camouflage, only the slightest simmering of movement visible as he zigzagged, back and forth as the bells around him were oddly silent. Then came the bounce and another snap behind Samba, appeared a Turnbuckle, a short pillar of steel holding up at most three inches of three separate strings of rope and an unpadded slab of metal on connecting the three dangling mid-air ropes.
And finally, came his Signature, a generic off the top rope into the can... Katchin floor elevated by at least ten feet from the ground. The mirage of invisibility vanished as Serpiente already atop the ropes arms extended,his arms, catching Samba underneath the arms himself and pulling him up with a single bound and a kick to the gut, manually pressing his feet onto the hovering platforms before finally, after the ridiculous setup of it all, twisted around, jumping from the top ropes and if all went well, smashed Samba's head right into the Ca... Katchin, the Katching floor.
Samba
Techniques Used:
N1 DDT:La Serpeiente Catches you in his hold, arm coiled around ya neck as he pulls you to the top rope,
before jumping from their and smashing ya head into the pavement with all his weight right on top of you.
OOC: Dunno if PL Damage even matters or if Ki even matters considering this is all Freeform writing.
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Post by Samba on Dec 9, 2017 17:36:43 GMT
| Round One - Emplumada VS Samba || SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
| GAIN BONUSES: Idk | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Meaningless |
For someone so goddamned tall and probably weighing twice his body weight -- not to mention the ridiculous bells he weared on his person; his opponent was surprisingly silent when he went out in his attack. As it was, even with his enhanced senses, particularly his sense of hearing and smell, the Zoanthrope couldn't catch a sound or scent coming from his opponent, and thus he was a sitting duck for the man to do as he pleased.
As it stood, he felt those huge arms grab him from behind, the Wolfman lips peeling up into a snarl of frustration as he was caught in the man's hold yet again. Even as he struggled he couldn't get out of it, and so the best he could do was marginally relax and let himself be taken for a ride.
Though that didn't mean he'd just lay there and take it without putting up a fight. As soon as his body hit the ground with a resounding slam, effectively driving the air from his lungs considering he had some odd pounds of bulking man on top of him -- and not in the way he'd like -- Samba put his next plan in motion. Immediately after the world stopping spinning on its axis, Samba concentrated briefly, bringing forth an ability that he seldom used nowadays to the forefront.
All over his body, his fur and skin seemed to shift and bulge, before with a sudden and unexpected turn of events sharp spikes seemed to protrude from his body, mainly his back since that was where his opponent was resting at the moment.
His muzzle smashed into the ground, head tilted to the side at an angle just so he could see his foe's reaction, the Wolfman made the "spikes" retract and appear with seconds intervals just so the man would get off of him and let him breathe, dammit.
Should it prove successful or not, immediately after he'd twist his arm and lash out, sharp claws able to rend through meat aiming to leave deep lacerations on anything they could reach.
TAGS: La Serpiente Emplumada
OOC NOTES: Considering transformations are flavor and we'd still have a static 500k PL, the damage would be at most superficial unless we use an MP3 or something.
Techniques used: +[UT] Shapeshifting - Shapeshifting is the ability to change one's shape or, more commonly, one's form and appearance. A dormant gene deep within Samba's psyche passed down through his lineage. One way to use Shapeshifting, for example, could be for Samba to use his shapeshifting abilities to transform into a larger version of himself, similar to an Oozaru in size, but receive none of the multiplier benefits of the transformation. Uses 0KP in a KP Battle.
+[N1] Kaiser Nail - Without mercy, Samba strikes his foes with his sharp claws. 33% PL and consumes 1 Stamina.
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Post by La Serpiente Emplumada on Dec 10, 2017 1:50:19 GMT
It worked? Well, Murphy's law did come into play, but it worked none the less. With a thump and a crack from atop the ropes, he had managed to pull Samba down to the ground with cataclysmic force, or at least, enough to dizzy the man for all of a few seconds. But Murphy's Law was a bitch, as a thousand serrated blades tore and cracked flesh, Serpiente holding back a groan of pain as he pushed through with his plan, leaking blood rolling in rivers across the Wolfman's form before finally rolling back, a single palm against his chest, though blood rolled everywhere else as well.
"Mah god muggle." The Herald spoke up, watching as an illegal move was performed, "Did he... He just tore him a new one in ways I don't think we have ever seen in ECW before!" He cried, looking to Squaz as he quickly moved through the handbook, the accompanying, "Ahhhhh..." Was long, drawn out and he was fairly certain the tournament was over by the time he had finished, "No, no that was not an illegal move, it seems that anything goes in this tournament." The Blue Herald looked with shock, he might've been a Heel, but tearing flesh was reserved for the proper Hardcore matches and this was as far as he knew a Single matchup. "Anything? Well then, we gotta inform Emplumada." The Herald responded as he jumped on the table, a hand placed against his throat as his voice box exploded into a cacophony of sounds, mainly consisting of, "Hey, listen!" Before Emplumada's attention was drawn for all of a split second. "This isn't singles! It's hardcore!" The Herald spoke up, the crowd on the balls that monitored the ring went silent, squirming in their seats as if backing up a little to escape what was about to go down.
Emplumada turned, just in time for his skin to be torn again, a deep lateral cut severing his chest as he looked down on the Wolfman as if the pain was flushed away in that single resounding word. "Harcore match huh?" He took a couple steps back as if tranquillity had taken the ring, a finger raised and a resounding snap resonated as he jumped back a couple of steps and with it, something began to fester on the outskirts, something began to roll and a choir of fire rolled up from each corner of the ring. Then, came the turnbuckles, the same he had manifested before but the buckles were burnt to a crisp, in their place sizzling metal took their place and where there was once strings and cors, were a barricade of metal rope barbed and risen in harrowing cuts before the final piece was placed. In random places around the ring and on the ropes, small detonating charges were placed Squaz eyes grew wide as he realized what Emplumada had just made. "Oh dear lord. My Audience please forgive what EMplumada has incited it seems he is going for the true Hardcore style." His words a worried mess as Blue Herald reeled a little in his seat, realizing it might have been better if it just stayed a Single's match.
"I wish you would've told me earlier. This, this is somewhat my speciality." He grinned, nothing sadistic or maniacal, nothing of ill will towards him, but a smile as if it was just another day at work, which was a half-truth. He snapped his fingers and in his paw rolled into a new Microphone, bloodied and splattered from his hand alone. "Ladies and Gentlemen. May I introduce to you all, the Stipulation of this Match." Pausing as he rolled in his hand the Microphone to draw attention, all the while Ki swelling at his feet and in his back. "The Barbedwire Explosive Inferno Hardcore Match!" He said as he dropped the microphone, already breaking into a sprint, no game of vanishing, but a simple charge covered with a maimed figure came in for the attack.
His every step a thunderous roar, his very physique though torn and shredded moved like a serpent, rolling movements unphased by the deep cuts as he opened up with several right jabs to Samba's chin, a kick to his ribcage before finally, with the force of a three-ton Truck he gripped around him, he didn't care for the spines, hell he was going to have to deal with them if he wanted to win this, so through gritted teeth, pulled him up and ran for the ropes, hopefully hard smashing his body into the serrated ropes.
Samba
Techniques Used:
Power Bomb N1: It is THE powerbomb, have you ever been picked up by an eight-foot thing and just been slammed repeatedly into the side of a mountain? No, good you don't want to try it.
Magic Materialization: Poof, Blam, and there it is. Its a kinda.... Magic?
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Post by Samba on Dec 11, 2017 15:20:49 GMT
| Round One - Emplumada VS Samba || SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
| GAIN BONUSES: Idk | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Meaningless |
Well, his attack worked to get the big pile of lug off of him, but his subquecent attack didn't seem to do much of anything besides make his opponent blink in atonishment at the way he drew blood in such a way. But then, the man seemed to cheer up quite considerably, even dropping a comment about finally letting loose, or something like that considering he finally realized that everything goes in this tournament.
Which meant killing, maiming, and otherwise doing everything that was necessary to make your opponent drop out-out of the competition. One such example was trying to ram them against barbed wired ropes with random explosive charges dotted around it here and there with all the force of a speeding eighteen-wheeler.
Needless to say, Samba didn't want to be on the receiving end of that anytime soon, not that his opponent was making that easy for him in any case.
With every punch, jab, and kick, Samba tried his hardest to dodge or block most of the blows, his skin still prickled with many sharp spikes that were sure to stop almost anyone that dared to go close combat quarters, yet his opponent didn't seem to give a damn about hurting himself if it meant hurting him as well. Such a mindset was dangerous, yet it also worked in his favor as the longer the man bleed out or hurt himself, the quicker he'd start to lose stamina and leave his guard wide open.
A battle of attrition, a dangerous game to play for sure, but he would play ball and keep this charade for now.
As it was, the man refused to be pushed back, and steadily but surely Samba was being driven back step by step towards hazardous territory, yet he refused to be pushed around like a sack of potatoes. "Do not underestimate me!" Samba's lips peeled up to show an impressive snarl, sharp white teeth glinting against the light, his form suddenly shimmering right when Emplumada attempted to grab him, showing for those that were watching that the towering man had caught nothing but an afterimage.
But the Wolfman wasn't done just yet, just a second after he phased back into existence right behind La Emplumada and swung out a powerful spinning kick aimed against the man's back.
With the momentum of his previous charge, not to mention how he attempted to grab him right before and adding his kick should it connect, it could be enough to make the man stumble and crash against the barbed wires and potentially detonate one of the charges as well.
But that was just asking for Lady Luck to smile down on him, so he didn't count on that happening just yet.
TAGS: La Serpiente Emplumada
OOC NOTES: Olé
Techniques used: +[UT] Shapeshifting - Shapeshifting is the ability to change one's shape or, more commonly, one's form and appearance. A dormant gene deep within Samba's psyche passed down through his lineage. One way to use Shapeshifting, for example, could be for Samba to use his shapeshifting abilities to transform into a larger version of himself, similar to an Oozaru in size, but receive none of the multiplier benefits of the transformation. Uses 0KP in a KP Battle.
++[SU1] New Moon Mirage - Through a sudden burst of speed Samba leaves behind an image of himself to distract his opponent. This image can perform a basic set of chosen movements when created to make the distraction more believable. This technique allows Samba to completely dodge techniques beneath 100% of his PL. This technique uses 1KP in KP Battles and cannot be charged.
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Post by La Serpiente Emplumada on Dec 12, 2017 6:41:08 GMT
What were hands? Other than the things connected to his arms of course, well at this point one could describe them as hands, they had the general shape, but the skin colour had been morphed, shifted to crimson. If only it was his foes. The jarring spikes pricked and jabbed, tore and cut, severed and splintered his calloused fingers but through it all, he gritted through his own gnarled fangs. He wasn't going to give, he had a secret weapon. Well, a dozen of the things but two had popped into mind as being the most useful since rinse and repeat of a powerbomb seemed to do more harm than good.
And it all became clear in that moment when the full weight of his body came colliding with a mesh of wire and charges, his body shocked by concussive force, his arms torn and shredded from the spiked Fur along Samba's body to the coating barbs that ran along his body. Maybe he was a little out of his element, or maybe he had just found it the moment when it all seemed doomed when at the final second, things seemed their bleakest.
The smoke cleared, Squaz several eyes sparked out as he saw the dire straights, arms were torn between the apron, his breath heavy and his head hanged as if some dead man had been put in some sick twist of the clarification. "Dear.... Oh, dear Audience I fear we may have.... I... I don't know.... Herald what can we do as an Audience." There was a dark pause, the Herald's hands brought to his lips in a point before pointing to what they thought might very well be a corpse. "Get the Audience cheering. The ones in the stands might not, but the ones in the balls might." There was a long pause, the sort that came in the mourning of a dear lost friend before the first cry came out, then more until an uproar from the balls radiated around, sure they were small. But damn it if Emplumada wasn't going to give them his best.
His head slowly drew, and in that brief moment, it was like his debut, the sound of the crowd... Well, not really, but he liked to imagine that was the case, an entire uproar breaking in applause as he came out, but it didn't matter, blood loss was causing delirium anyhow. His teeth gritted, several ran through tehKatchin as he struggled, eyes flared with the intensity of a flailing rat in the maw of a bird. It was dead, but it was going to fight. His arms pulled and scrapped, the barbed wires tearing his scales and upturning flesh before he was pulled back, one last cheer from the Audience and his back started to morph, the feathers and hair that had dropped from his mask was uplifted four arms sprouted in far better condition and pushed the ropes down, snapping one and in a bloodied hand tossing it at Samba with heavy breaths as he pulled himself free, his arms were dead, laid hanging but with the snap of a night dead finger he coated up his wounds in fresh bandages. God was that a great technique. A bullshit one and cheesy to all hell, but a great one none the less.
With four fresh arms and two bandaged up ones, Samba snapped one final time with his coated fingers, and finally his tool of choice came into play, A golden macuahuitl, with obsidian barbs jarring out as he smahed them against each other several times, the edges sharpening with an explosion of debris swords interlocked between each other in an X as he made another fresh charge. He was starting to see a pattern, but like they say in Universe 2. Repetition is bound to succed given infinity. He didn't have infinity, but he hadn't heard the saying 'The Definition of Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting diffrent results.' So with that in mind, or at least, out of it, he charged, the blade in his top pair of arms swinging for his mouth while the lowest swung for his legs, at the very least he could expect him to be pushed back, at the very worst well. He was going to need a new pair of arms probably if that happened.
Techniques Used: Magic Materialisation [UT]: The ability to conjure and create from imagination at will, few things are out of reach with this power, though he misses the great potential, creating trivial works of ringside equipment such as chairs and ropes over the ludicrous manifestations of swords or cannons that some are far more inclined to manifesting. Though that is not to say it is out of his range, merely not something that interestsChamp of Universe 2. The creations are only equal to the current power level of the creator.
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Post by Samba on Dec 13, 2017 23:49:40 GMT
| Round One - Emplumada VS Samba || SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
| GAIN BONUSES: Idk | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Meaningless |
Samba frowned, tilting his body to the side slightly to avoid the bit of wired rope that was thrown at him, the offending piece of rope missing him by bare inches, all the while the Zoanthrope looked at his opponent with a brow raised, wondering if he thought that action was appropriate in the grand scheme of things.
He figured that the man just wanted to release some of his frustration, to go ahead and show that he was bothered his boom-rush tactic didn't work as he planned from the very beginning and now he was paying the price with his mangled arms to show for it. Samba shrugged internally, not really feeling bad that he might have shut down the man's arms by accident or not, this was a battle that he was planning on winning by any means necessary.
Yet, he needn't have worried about the man's future, considering how he easily patched himself up with that damnable Magic Materialization of his... and summoned four new arms to replace the two dead ones he now had hanging limply by his sides. He gritted his teeth, annoyed that this battle might become a little bit difficult from this point on.
Then the swords came out.
He paused, thrown for a few moments as he blinked at his opponent, especially the humongous swords that he now carried in his hands. The handle and most of the sword seemed to be made from a strong wooden material, yet what sprouted from the sides of the wood was what drew his attention, the color of obsidian staring back at him and glinting with the sharpness of it.
He swallowed as he hunched slightly, preparing himself as his opponent drew near, he was beginning to get a bit tired after fighting the man in close combat quarter with almost no reprieve, but it wasn't enough to seriously drain him and make him want to tap out. He's been in unfavorable odds before, and he could safely say this wasn't one of them.
Willing his arms to transform slightly into something durable, the Zoanthrope barely managed to block the slash that was aimed at his face, while the one that was aimed at his legs he pushed to the side, yet he winced as the blades managed to snag against his left leg and pulled, tearing fur and skin apart and dripping blood against the floor when it scored a clean shallow cut.
He hissed between clenched teeth as the pain quickly begin to spread through his leg, almost making it difficult to stand, yet he soldiered on and took a step forward -- using his good leg to do so and aimed to deliver a resounding strike against the man's arm holding one of the swords, while another one was aimed at his stomach to drive the air from his lungs to stun him momentarily.
TAGS: La Serpiente Emplumada
OOC NOTES: Olé
Techniques used: +[UT] Shapeshifting - Shapeshifting is the ability to change one's shape or, more commonly, one's form and appearance. A dormant gene deep within Samba's psyche passed down through his lineage. One way to use Shapeshifting, for example, could be for Samba to use his shapeshifting abilities to transform into a larger version of himself, similar to an Oozaru in size, but receive none of the multiplier benefits of the transformation. Uses 0KP in a KP Battle.
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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 18, 2017 1:41:29 GMT
Capper groaned, shooing off the other announcers when the buzzer rang. Everyone seemed to like this short and sweet match.
After another heated debate as to who should advance to the next round, the judges decided upon a winner.
"Samba will advance to Round Two against Empress Zucceta!"
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