Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 4, 2018 9:34:24 GMT
Ornee scratched the back of his feathered head. The time patroller who had started to announce the matches had gone missing. It was now the varga's job to do it, but he knew barely any of these fighters."Uh... In the Middle League we have Zoraba and the Jester battling in the quarter finals!"
ROUND THREE of the Middle 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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The Jester
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Post by The Jester on Jan 5, 2018 20:09:01 GMT
The Quarter Finals. No more playing around; There were only three more matches until the victor of each League was determined. Jester was lucky to make it into the final eight, and from here on out it was going to be hell. Almost all of the remaining fighters were some degree of evil, and his next opponent was definitely no exception. Zoraba: The Hound of War, as they called him, was going to be the Jester's opponent for this round. It was going to be tricky to pull off a show, especially with a rabid dog in the arena. "Whew. This showbiz stuff is tiring.", Jester said to himself. "Hey, we should probably be careful. Who knows what kinds of things this guy is capable of? Dude. Don't sweat it. Remember, we're all the same strength. We just gotta outsmart him. Which should be pretty easy, since it's a crazy guy. Ready? Yeah. Let's do this. In 3...2...1...". ((BGM: Collision Chaos (Present) - Sonic CD)) "Aaaaaaaand, we're LIVE!", Jester said as he made his grand entrance onto the ring. "Gotta say, didn't think I'd make it this far! Thanks for the support!". He waved at the crowd, which cheered back. Slightly nervous, he looked around the arena. It seemed like Zoraba was slightly late. Praying that he wasn't going to show up, Jester started cracking jokes to entertain the audience. "Aww, is the puppy a no-show?", Jester asked nervously jokingly. "That's a relief. Apparently, beating up puppies is a really sucky thing to do. Although from what I've heard, this guy's an exception."
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Post by Zoraba, The Hound of War on Jan 9, 2018 17:25:19 GMT
Water splashed against Zoraba’s face as he lowered his hands back into the sink and upwards came another wave of water. His beard and hair were matted with wetness now and he let out a sigh. “ Almost… there okay… Just a few more...” he mumbled to himself as his collar ached. The device dug into his neck and itches like crazy, usually leaving him a bit dimmer than usual really. However with the quick releases he’s had recently in his fights he was starting to keep more of himself between these matches. Each time he was keeping more of the memories of his events in the ring, his hand stroking his jaw. “ If I win… what do I win?” he asked himself aloud as he looked in the mirror and stared back at himself. He couldn’t remember the details but he knew why he was here and that he needed to win. His next opponent seemed to be named “Jester” and it appeared he would be given the chance to entertain Zoraba for a round. The barrel chested Saiyan shook the water from his hair and left the sink soaking, making his way towards the ring and out of the locker room. He stepped out into the roaring crowd as people seemed eager to see him fight once again. Zoraba had grown in appeal having beaten through a couple people now, his bare feet scuffed against the tiles as he climbed into the arena. He looked around and smirked having the awareness to and gave the crowd a flex of his arms, his muscles grotesquely arched on his thick body. Smiling wide as he looked across the audience and then he stared down jester. “ Maybe you should forfeit, listen to me about that.” he mocked, more certain then ever he was going to go all the way. With a click the collar fell away from his neck like a few times before and suddenly power erupted from Zoraba and his hair shifted from black to gold, his eyes from dark to bright blue green, and they continued their piercing gaze on Jester. “ Ding ding.” he chuckled.
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The Jester
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Post by The Jester on Jan 11, 2018 16:32:11 GMT
"Well well well! Look who decided to show-...up.". Jester immediately noticed something about his opponent. He was very, VERY unnecessarily buff. Zoraba had flexed his muscles towards the crowd, getting them hyped. The guy reeked with evil. If his sharp teeth and surplus hair wasn't a red flag, his Saiyan Solar Empire armor was enough to persuade Jester that he wasn't a good guy. "Finally! An ACTUAL bad guy!", Jester said. "It's been awhile since I've fought one of you!". The hyena Saiyan asked the fusion to forfeit, to which Jester laughed. "Me? Forfeit? Oh, come on now. What kind of a show would it be if the main character just gave up? Especially when there's a bad guy to be beat. That's no fun at all! After all, WE have a tournament to win." Things were about to get a little complicated. Apparently, this Zoraba guy was capable of going Super Saiyan, as evidenced by his now golden flowing hair. "Hey, you can do that thing too!", Jester said, intrigued. "I COULD do that thing too, but where's the danger in that? Peril is a key part of action shows, y'know.". Of course, that wasn't the real reason Jester didn't go Super Saiyan. He knew that if he did, his fusion timer would decrease drastically. And unfusing would mean certain death. "Now. Let's start the show, shall we?".
[N1] Energy Charge used! ? is charging at 33% PL.
((ooc: it's time to d-d-d-d-ddddddduel))
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Post by Zoraba, The Hound of War on Jan 12, 2018 0:13:28 GMT
Zoraba snorted at the fool “ Begin I will.” he grumbled before charging the fusion, his bare feet echoing in the arena. His arm lurches back winding up to throw a punch at Jester’s smirking face starting off the right with several thrown fists jabbing at the face of the quirky opponent. Whether this assault of hands landed or not Zoraba would end with a flourish of blasting ki into his chest while giving him a rough shove. “ This one… I like him.” He thought to himself as he considered the similarities between the two of them. Zoraba was unsure where he had come from but Jester had a big grin, not unlike the burly man. Regardless he knew he would have to put him down and move onto the next round, but maybe he would try not to kill him, at least somewhat anyway. He focused back onto his opponent again examining how he had taken the first onslaught and threw up his arms in a defensive posture, but not without a quick cupping of his fingers. “ Come on!” he taunted.
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The Jester
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Post by The Jester on Jan 14, 2018 0:15:20 GMT
The fight had finally begun, and not in Jester's favor. Zoraba had begun by throwing fists at his grinning face. "G-Geez man! You're not playing around, are you?", he asked rhetorically. His entire body bobbed left and right in an attempt to not get hit by the hyena-like Saiyan. Unfortunately for the fusion, he wasn't prepared for the sudden ki blasts aimed straight toward his chest. The two pushed each other away, with the Jester holding his hand over his now smoking chest. "Well then! That was quite the attack, evil guy! But if that's all you have to offer, then you're no match for me!", Jester said with fake confidence. He knew his chances of winning were getting thinner by the second, and the audience knew it too. His fright was visible. The timer was running out. If Jester failed to make some big plays before the buzzer rang, then he was toast. "Come on, me...think!", the fusion thought to himself. And then it hit him. He knew what he needed to do. With his grin back in place, he opened his armed out towards the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
((BGM: Sonic CD - Quartz Quadrant)) "I must say that I'm impressed with this man's performance! VERY impressed!", Jester said. "And I'm alright with sharing the spotlight from time to time. BUT.". The fusion turned towards Zoraba, with his chest still smoking. "Never forget that I'M the star of THIS show! Hit it!". With that, he used his Magical Materialization to start playing some rather inspiring music. "Now. Let me show you a real attack!". Jester would backflip to put some distance between him and his opponent, and would begin unleashing an onslaught of punches using his extendable arms. He aimed for the eyes in attempt to blind him. "HERE WE GO!". After throwing his punches, Jester would use his flexibility to roll himself up into a ball, his body being covered in a purple flame. And after about a second, the fusion was off. He launched himself at Zoraba like a pinball; hitting him from one direction, only for him to turn around and try it again from a different one. After doing this about 6 or so times, he would end it with a hard hit clean in the stomach. Once all was said and done, Jester would take a bow to the crowd, sweat visible on his forehead.
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Post by Commander Habana on Jan 15, 2018 20:31:03 GMT
The Commander grinned as she looked at the results of the next match
“As expected, the winner of this round is MY Hound of War ZORABA. Lets be honest, the other guy didn’t stand a chance” |
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