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Post by Articho Reville on May 4, 2015 2:35:07 GMT
[PL: 10,726]
Articho wandered around the capital city after having arrived a few hours earlier. He had heard through the grapevine that there was an underground fighting tournament somewhere around the city. A ripple of goosebumps always ran over his skin every time he thought about it. The idea of fighting his way to number one in a tournament was something he relished. He'd even managed to find out the password to this place. It was something really weird about carrots. Carotto, Kakarotto? Kakarot, that was it. He had his way in, now he needed to find it.
Articho closed his eyes and focused. He scanned the entire city for any above average power levels. The city felt pretty empty and the power levels weren't literally underground, which he found mildly disappointing. The hybrid continued his scan until he felt something on the far side of town. He opened his eyes and took off into the air, following the power levels. He touched down at a large warehouse at the edge of town. He stared up at it, almost drowning in the cliché. He sighed and approached the warehouse door and knocked. Almost instantly, viewing hole slid open with a pair of eyes behind it.
"Password?" came a voice.
"Kakarot," Articho replied. The slide quickly covered the view hole and the door opened. The half Saiyan entered and looked around. Large, spacious, a good deal of people. Over to one side of the warehouse stood a large bracket that had the entered fighter's names. Articho walked over to it and heard a man talking at the front.
"100 zeni to enter! Who wants to fight?" the loud man said jovially.
"I'm entering," Articho said, placing a wad of zeni near the man's feet. The man stared at it hesitantly before placing it with the rest of the fees.
"Alright, kiddo. What's your name?"
"Articho."
"Weird name," the man said as he wrote it down in the bracket. Articho grumbled to himself before walking off to a private area to change. He put on his training clothes with his tail hanging free before returning to the crowd. He kept his facets a steely glare, warning anyone who wanted to screw with him to walk away.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 4, 2015 3:07:14 GMT
Gleciar was already there, he was sitting in a corner waiting for it to start, he had already paid his fee and all that jazz, now it was only a matter of time till he could fight, he could see a weird saiyan looking guy at the other side of the room and Articho had just entered. He wanted to say hi, but he thought it might be best to wait and see who else was comming He wanted to have a series of fun fights and if he won it would be even better, but for now it was just a matter of time.
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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 4, 2015 3:26:48 GMT
Benetto walked down the alleyways, already geared up as Accelerando. (Why exactly am I doing this again?) Benetto wondered. (Just because some creep with a tattoo mentions some underground ring doesn't mean it's a good idea to enter it! Then again, maybe it wouldn't be bad if I got the name of Accelerando out there a little more. I just hope they don't get the wrong idea!)
Eventually, Benetto arrived at the warehouse near the harbor district. (You know, I'd say this seems fishy, but that's kind of a given, really.) He knocked on the door, and the slider on the door opened up to reveal a very shady pair of eyes. "What's the password?" (Hmm, I know it, I know it...It was something like Kakarone, Kallaso, Gokarrot...Kakarot, that was it!) "The password is Kakarot!"
The door opened to reveal a heavy-set man, bald on top, and very intimidating. "You're...somethin' else, ain't ya? I normally don't ask about the dead meat, but I'm wonderin' now, what's wit' the getup?" "My name is Accelerando," Benetto replied, "a fighter for peace and justice!" "Ah, so you're one o' the wackjobs then. The sign-up's in back, don't trip and kill yourself on the way there." The man laughed and walked back to his seat as Benetto stepped through the door and into the warehouse.
Benetto moved to the back of the room, looking at all the impressive fighters inside. While he hadn't gotten a hold of that "ki sensing" thing the book was talking about, the atmosphere nonetheless felt heavy and oppressive. (I might be just a little in over my head here. Oh well, too late to back out now!) He strided to the announcer for the tournament and gave him 100 Zeni. Sign me up as Accelerando, he proclaimed, drawing the dirty looks of a few of the other competitors. |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 4:11:26 GMT
(power level 6,992)
Taking a moment looking for the right warehouse. This harbor district was supposed to have his body feeling a light soreness as he did too. A few injuries still bruised upon his body but he'd keep it hidden in his movements as best he could. He'd heard from another as a rumor of this competition a small time tourney going on. Some type of typical brawlers nest he though. But to tell the truth after the starting days on earth he had so far it sounded like a open reprieve as well as a invitation to be around his kind of people if ya know what I mean.
His blue tail wrapped around his waist as he believed he'd happened along the right door after the third or was it the fourth try. Knocking gently then a bit rougher to get a answer. Rubbing his sore neck for a moment before the view port slid open and the man stared at the blue haired blue eyed man staring back. He'd be asked for a password and would reply thusly. "Kakkarot?" He'd say in a questionable tone. The man snickering a bit before letting him through.
He'd hear the the words about entering to fight not just observing. He'd think on it for a moment his body was sore likely had a few broken ribs still. But hey like mamma always said. Training in the worst of times will make you stronger... Or maybe she just was hopping it'd kill him. Either way he'd plop a bag of coins and give his name to the vendor. A little less pep in his step then when he'd first gotten to this planet.
"Interesting Crowd." He'd mutter to himself before walking to a small stand near the back and ordering a drink for a few coins as well then seating himself among the others who planned to partake in such a event not particularly caring who he sat by as he plopped down and gulped down a ale. Eyeing those around him keeping his thoughts on another person. With any luck maybe he'd meet a person or two he could start to make contacts with. What better type of place to find such people ya know. He'd start rubbing his jaw lightly as well thinking of what would be best to do. As well as he could be up against this time.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 4:24:18 GMT
Akumaji had fallen asleep beside the arena as soon as he got there a few hours ago, but one of the contestants, a specially noisy cat eared, pink haired human woke him up, he was quite annoying, he hoped he could torture the poor bastard. Looking around he saw an Arcosian, it would be fun, but risky kicking his ass, a blue haired Saiyan and another one with a more normal Saiyan look, oooh, he wanted to beat both up to a pulp! He couldnt wait... Just a bit more time and he could start his carnage!
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722 
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Post by Bing Gan on May 4, 2015 4:29:38 GMT
((Thread PL: 41,002. Medium Weights:20,501.)) ((PL Suppressed. Current Sensed PL: 1,000))
The Forest was dark as the night sky enveloped the sunset. Bing was near a pile of wood that rested next to the lake he always meditated at. He was flipping through a book labelled: "Construction and you: Five easy steps to building a house." He closed it and sighed "This is gonna take forever to build. Plus I gotta get some electricity running through here somehow and I still need to go and buy that Gravity Chamber thing i read about too. Jeez this is a lot harder than I thought It would be..." He pulled his former students Glasses out of his pocket and fiddled with them a bit. He found that small little button again and clicked it on. A little light flickered on the lens of the shades, It seemed that it had some kind of technology inside it and it wasn't just an ordinary pair of glasses. He put them on curiously and heard a robotic female voice speak "Running systems check...Systems running at 50% power. Scouter system has been knocked out and the outwards messages are deactivated, and it also looks like we've been booted out of the Red Eclipse networks. However it looks like your calender and inbox are still intact. It'll take a very long time to get back to 100% capacity Donatsu...Wait a second you aren't Donatsu...Running Information check." Bing sat there absolutely dumbfounded, these glasses were apparently alive with some type of A.I in them. The Woman in the shades spoke once again Information check complete. You are Bing, Soon to be Master of your very own Serpent School and current teacher of my owner Donatsu. Although I do enjoy this little chat I'd like to be returned to my owner now so if you'd please hand me over..." Bing interrupted the glasses with a somber expression "I'm sorry to tell you but...Donatsu is..." Before Bing could continue the shades interrupted him. "Say no more, I understand. Let me just double check a few things here..." Bing could hear a few beeps coming from the scouter as the A.I inside apparently did some intensive work.
After a few more beeps the glasses spoke once more "Donatsu is officially listed as dead now, and as such you have become the new owner of me. You can call me Donna, in honor of my former owner." Bing was about to speak up when suddenly the glasses beeped again. "Donat--I mean Bing, there is an underground tournament starting in South Capitol in fifteen minutes. I suggest you head there so we can earn some easy Zeni." Bing blinked in confusion "A Tournament? In South Capitol? I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check it out." He was about to fly off when suddenly Donna spoke again "If we're only going to 'check-in' I would suggest grabbing some...Darker Clothing. Wearing Green and Orange to an underground tournament isn't the best option." Bing thought about it for a moment and agreed. "I suppose you're right. I guess I should find something to wear..."
The shades began beeping again until a small capsule popped out of the glasses. Bing picked it up and looked at it curiously. There was a button on the top which he clicked down, causing a bunch of steam to puff out. It exploded in a cartoony smoke cloud. As the dust settled Bing had a pile of Black clothing on top of him. The Shades began to explain "That came from a secret compartment. In there should be some clothes that fit you." Bing looked through the pile and found a plain all black Gi. It looked similar to his own, though It was missing the Bandanna. He adjusted his shades and they spoke again. "You look just like a villain. We need to get going now." The shades showed Bing a destination and he flew off to the Capitol.
He arrived at a strange warehouse. He was a bit late but he doubted it would matter much. He adjusted his shades once more and knocked heavily on the Metal Door. A little grate slid open and a pair of eyes could be seen. A gruff voice blurted out: "Password?" Bing realized he had no Idea what the password was but luckily His shades covered for him. "Kakarot" came from the shades in the best Bing impression it could do, which was actually pretty well done. The man grunted, closed the grate, and opened the door. He stepped inside, his new black Gi looked very similar to the colors most of the spectators were wearing which he was glad about. As he was walking up to Sign-In he used his Ki Sense to scout out the competition. They all fell woefully short of what Bing had expected. He snuck off into a corner and whispered to his Glasses "Donna, I don't think It would be fair if we signed up. Nobody is even close to my power!" The shades were silent for a moment before it gave an idea. "You could always just sign up as a bodyguard." Bing smiled as he walked over to the sign-up area.
The man at Sign-Ups looked at Bing for a moment before looking back down at his papers "Name?" "The Crimson Serpent. But I'm not entering, I'm here to help keep the peace as a sort of bodyguard." The man shrugged and jotted Bings alias down "Whatever Kid, we ain't gonna pay you but you're welcome to 'keep the peace' or whatever the hell it is you wanna do." Bing smiled and sat down in the stands. He suppressed his power to a very low level, just in case anyone here could sense Ki.
He looked at all the competitors and noticed he knew none of the ones who had shown up so far. There was some guy dressed in a super-hero costume, A Strange Alien looking fellow and what looked to be a Saiyan. There was a few others, one who caught his eye was someone he HAD met before, It was Jarvis. He gave a quick wave towards him but quickly realized he was technically In Disguise so the Brenchian probably wouldn't recognize him. Donna beeped when he looked at the Alien "I bet 500 Zeni on the Arcosian over there." Bing smirked but declined the offer "I don't make bets with glasses"
((Bing has joined as a spectator. He's just here to make sure nobody gets killed. I won't post unless it's required of me to defend somebody so I will be out of the Post Order.))
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Post by Hyoza on May 4, 2015 19:55:16 GMT
[Heavy Weights on, current PL: 3737]
Hyoza hovered above the darkened streets, illuminated as they were by the scattered street-lights and passing vehicles. He was looking for a specific structure - a large warehouse which apparently held an illegal fighting tournament of some notoriety among certain circles. He had been making some local black market connections in South Capitol, when a broker for a local mob boss mentioned the operation. Apparently, the tournament was the site of some impressive bouts in the past few years, and Hyoza was intrigued, for two reasons. Firstly, the chance to compete and make himself some prize money was an enticing opportunity. Second, it would be a chance to scout out some local 'talent'. An illegal fight club would be likely to attract individuals who were both skilled fighters, and rather less interested in the rule of law. Perfect candidates for the Blackstar crew. For a small fee, the broker had agreed to give Hyoza directions and the password for this little back-alley tournament. Scanning the area where he had been told to go, Hyoza finally spotted the target - a squat, ugly-looking warehouse, clad primarily in corrugated sheet metal. It contrasted heavily with many of the newer surrounding structures, which were based on the popular dome capsule-prefab design.
Ducking down into the shady alley, Hyoza quickly found the entrance - a sturdy-looking metal door. Of course, it was no obstacle to him, but it kept sound from escaping, and would certainly prevent unwanted entry from the average Earthling. Hyoza cleared his throat and banged on the door to get the doorman's attention. There was a metallic grating sound as a panel slid back, and a pair of eyes looked out across the alley, seeing nothing. The man behind the door waited for a moment, before calling out.
"Who's there?" Hyoza realised his mistake, and began to hover, rising until his face was in view of the opening, which had been well over a foot above his head.
"Sorry about that. Kakarot," he uttered the password, unsure of its actual relevance. The viewing-slot was closed hastily, and some mechanism behind the door made a grinding sound, before the door swung open. Hyoza stepped into the dingy interior, nodding at the enormous, bald doorman as he did. It was dimly-lit, save for the bar against one wall, and the large, currently-empty ring, a large, circular recession in the concrete floor of the warehouse.
Using his ki sensing, Hyoza began to get a feel for the other Power levels in the area. None of them came close to his own full power, despite some of them appearing to be of alien origins. That said, they were still exceptionally powerful by earthling standards. If one showed particular potential, it might be worth trying to recruit them.
With this in mind, Hyoza decided against taking a position as a fighter in the tournament. Instead, he would observe, and perhaps place a small bet. Strolling through the bar, he noticed another Arcosian, who he decided it would be best not to get too close to, as well as what appeared to be two saiyans - though one had curiously blue hair, which he had always thought impossible for Saiyans. Fighters and spectators alike flicked glances towards him as he strode through their midst - heading towards the bar, and, he hoped - a decent bottle of wine. He hopped up on a bar-stool, allowing him to actually see over the top of the bar without having to fly. He tapped on the bar, and the tender turned to face him - a skinny, gaunt-faced man with unkempt facial hair.
"What can I get you?"
"Do you have any wines?" The man simply nodded, and took a single bottle from beneath the counter. It did not look particularly appetizing, given what Hyoza had observed about earthling wines and the nature in which they were bottled. In fact, it looked like a cheap store-bought brand. He sighed, but handed over a few zeni, and took the bottle. He didn't bother to pour himself a glass, instead chugging a few gulps straight from the bottleneck, smacking his lips at the slightly bitter taste. Resting the bottle on the bar, he looked back over the warehouse, once again observing his fellow attendees.
((Like Bing, I am here as an observer. I will post when I feel it appropriate, exclude me from the main posting order.))
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Post by Gnash on May 5, 2015 0:05:02 GMT
Gnash’s hulking frame marched down the musty street. Torn, grimy pieces of trash tumbleweeded their way across the paved stone, rolling into the various alleyways that were shaded black due to the tall, abandoned buildings that made up this ‘slum’ area. Though it was a very ‘ghetto’ type of area, cars and civilians still made their way through, still hustling and bustling like any other part of the city. Due to his massive size and bulk, he did attract looks from passersby, but it wasn’t anything unusual. He was an 7’7”, green, muscular alien with antennas spewing from his forehead, of course he gawks and such. He was cloaked in his traditional fighting attired, laced in various cloths that were colored purple. His muscles bulged through the fabric, threatening to burst at a moments notice. There was word of a supposedly illegal fighting tournament that was being held in a very shady warehouse type of establishment. He’d come across this competition because of his frequent visits to shady taverns and barns, the only places that would actually welcome him in without denying him because of how he looked. Even though he received stares anywhere he went, he somehow felt more ‘comfortable’ and ‘fitting’ in these types of areas. He wasn’t particularly interested in actually participating in the event, he was only curious on the types of fighters there were in this region. He’d heard legends of valiant fighters whose mere strength alone could destroy mountains. Their speed was faster than lightning, their skills were god-like. But again, these were only stories. He has yet to witness someone with such adroitness. That was what made this tournament perfect. Though he wasn’t a huge battler himself, he liked to observe clashes between warriors. It was sort of his way of ‘meditating’, or ‘training’. Watching two barbarians clash in a test of strength and wills, showing off their techniques was what made him stronger. There were tons of opportunities that could arise from this, it was up to him to seize them. Gnash approached the burly, steel-plated door, his head rising above the doorway entirely. He, as light as one his size could, tapped the metal frame with his knuckles. The small viewing window slid open, a pair of beady yellow eyes peering through. He seemed taken back by the fact that he was staring at a green chest. Gnash lowered himself into view, though he was still hardly in the man’s eyeline. “What do you want?” Gnash backed up a few steps in order for the man to see him in a much more open frame. “I’m here to watch.”
The man behind the door sighed, a sense of anger fueling his vocal cords. “And? Should I care? You need the password.” He had no idea what this guy’s problem was, but it didn’t matter much to the Namekian. He was only here to watch, not fight. “Kakarot.”
The sliding metal flap closed shut, two large ‘clanking’ sounds echoing from behind the steel door. It slowly caved in backwards, opening for Gnash. He ducked his head, entering the warehouse. It was rather expansive inside. Bleachers stacked against all four sides of the wall for spectator’s convenience. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He was honestly expecting it to be extremely run down; Lights hanging from the ceiling, flickering, some even broken, animal shit lining the floors. All of the nasty stuff you read in books or saw on Z-TV. Despite being a illegal competition, they had managed to hold it in a rather homely area. As Gnash emerged from behind the bleachers, he noticed that on the far wall was a set of brackets for the tournament itself. Most of the spots were already taken up, and there was still a cluster of people huddled around for entry. The bleachers themselves were pretty well packed for an illicit event. Between two of the bleachers was a long, steamy bar that allowed for spectator’s to enjoy a drink, and possibly some grub while they watched the competition. This wasn’t really something Gnash was interested in either. He prefered to be out of sight in fear of attracting too much attention due to his stature. He turned his attention upwards towards the bleachers that were stationed near the bar itself. Near the top, it was a perfect spot for him to post up and enjoy the fights. He ascended the metal steps, finally taking his seat in the far corner at the very top of the stands. It creaked under his weight, barely able to hold his massive weight. It was kind of embarrassing sometimes, but there honestly wasn’t anything he could do about it. He rested his brawny hands upon his lap, leaning back against the wall. His vibrant green eyes were glued to the fighting area below. Off in the corner were a group of people passing around Zeni, one guy standing in the middle who obtained all of the cash. They were probably placing bets, gambling on which fighter would emerge victorious. Gnash had the cash in order to participate in THAT, but he wasn’t much of a gambler. Plus, he didn’t want to end up losing money. Another gentlemen near the brackets had been announcing that there was only a ‘100 zeni’ entry fee. As tempting as it was, he couldn’t risk getting injured or possibly even killed in this tournament. It was illegal, after all, so there wasn’t likely to be any law enforcement or protection around in case someone wanted to go haywire. He had a big training session after this to push through, so getting hurt wasn’t on his agenda. “There could even be some potential training partners here.. But I doubt anyone would see anything in me.” He was rather weak, barely able to hold his own against the creatures that were called ‘Saibamen’. He close his eyes, concentrating on the everyone in the room. Power levels fluctuated greatly, ranging from your everyday human, to actual battle-hardened warriors. A couple in particular were absolutely monstrous in terms of power. He opened his eyes, returning his attention to the battlegrounds. “Let’s get this show on the road.”(I won't be posting regularly in this, so exclude me from the posting order. I will post whenever I feel necessary, and it will just be Gnash reacting to fights and moves and events and such, so it will in no way effect any of the participants or the environment.  ) |
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Post by Articho Reville on May 5, 2015 0:14:06 GMT
Articho observed a few of the others arriving. A weird man dressed in a strange outfit and a blue haired man with a... blue monkey tail? Confusion made the hybrid furrow his brow as he studied the man. He was clearly somewhat Saiyan, but the blue hair and tail was throwing him off. He wanted to fight this strange hybrid simply to assess what kind of possible power he held with his unique heritage. Articho looked around a bit more and saw Gleciar sitting at the bar. Articho gave him a curt nod as the man by the brackets began to shout.
"Alright, everyone. The bracket is filled up and we shall began the tournament! We have randomized the fighters since you entered and these are our matches," he shouted, gesturing back behind him. Articho looked at the updated bracket board. He caught his name in the fifth round against someone he didn't know named Calcula. He felt an unfamiliar hand clap on his shoulder from behind him. The hybrid looked up at the face of the man who'd done it, his tail flicking angrily. The man had a cocky smile on his face as he looked at Articho.
"Looks like your fighting me in the fifth round," he said, now identified as Calcula. His grinn widened as Articho kept up his glare. "I've always wanted to take down a Saiyan in a fight. Don't feel bad when you lose, kiddy." Calcula laughed loudly and began to walk away. Without looking, Articho wrapped his tail around the man's leg and pulled, tripping him. Calcula fell to the ground sputtering and Articho disappeared into the crowd. He would give his opponent what was coming to him soon enough.
OOC:
Bracket:
Round 1- Sorsi (Female) vs. Gus (Male)
Round 2- Akumaji vs. Accelerando
Round 3- Beare vs. Fizz (Both Male)
Round 4- Jarvis vs. Shumi (Female)
Round 5- Articho vs. Calcula (Male)
Round 6- Gleciar vs. Thunda (Male)
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 5, 2015 1:12:47 GMT
Gleciar had seen the stunt that Articho, pulled and approached him. "Heh, nice one, Arti... It seems that you trained your tail! Well, i guess thats one less advantage for me in the second round" He chuckled. "There seem to be a few interesting fighters, those two Saiyans look weird... And so does that cat eared guy... Well, im exited for our fight, i was hoping it would be on the finals, but i guess this will do..." He kept looking around, there was a really tall Namekian guy who didnt look like any of the fighters, then another Arcosian and he certainly seemed dangerous... "It seems that there are a lot of people trying to recruit for multiple organisations... I guess it makes sence since all this is underground, but still... Maybe it wasnt the best idea to come here... I have a bad feeling..." He pulled Articho back to the bar so they could have a good look of the ring and they could both have a drink. "One rum with Coke, please"
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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 5, 2015 4:15:57 GMT
Benetto again began looking around the room, attempting to keep his cool. Despite the other imposing figures in the room, such as the ominous Arcosian at the bar or the slightly sad-looking Namekian, the figure that caught Benetto's eye the most was Akumaji, partly due to how the red-furred saiyan was staring at him. The unnerving thing about his future competitor was the way he looked at Benetto with an expression resembling that of a child sizing up a new toy.
(Crap, wonder what I did to tick this guy off? Guess he's not a fan of the outfit.) Benetto tried to ignore his piercing gaze, but his mind kept wandering back to it. For the sake of finding anything to keep his mind off of his bloodthirsty opponent, he moved over to the bar and ordered a water. (I'd drink for my nerves, but I should really keep my wits about me for this one. That may be all I've got going for me.) |
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 4:31:14 GMT
Akumaji was estatic for his fight, he couldnt help but have the biggest smile on his face, it made him look even crasier that usual. He stood up and skipprd to where Accelerando was sitting in the bar, he spun his chair around and gave him a big hug. "Hey are you that Accelerando guy i have to fight?" He asked in the friendliest voice he could muster, then suddenly let him go and grabbed him in a headlock. "Im gonna beat your ass down, furry-boy~ And dont you forget that~" He let Accelerando go and skipped back to his previous spot, from where wanted to see the first match. (Oh this is going to be fun~!)
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 20:33:40 GMT
A bracket was up and set as the crowd rustled and seemed ready for blood. Eager for a show and the carnage they'd come for. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to blow off some steam. The money wasn't what was important though it was the possibility of impressing possible contacts. Perhaps even meeting someone in a fight worth the scratch to follow up on later.
He'd approach the bar not before shortly after spotting a woman his eyes shifting to. Her rear covered by little more then short tight shorts. Appearing to be some sort of work out outfit or boxing shorts but Jarvis had never seen the style as it was more earth style. A sports top as well that showed her belly and covered little more then just her chest. Boxing gloves on either hand and dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. A rear that he chose to give a playful slap snickering to himself. The clapping sound met with a sigh. "Hey cutie, Will ya cheer for me? I'm Jarvis an I'll put a show on for you up there...We can have a show after to if you like what ya see?" Ok he wasn't a lecher or a womanizer but he did occasionally smack a ass or two. Only to his surprise when the woman turned. Dark skin complexion and those deep green eyes like money staring him down. She'd place the soft tip of her finger less MMA gloves to his chin.
"Sorry Sugar, I don't date competitors. Besides you might not be up for what I can offer when I'm done with you." She'd place a hand to his hip the other at his rips as she leaned in pressing her chest to his and leaning up to whisper in his ear and blowing lightly onto it. Jarvis didn't resist a little curious though still pondering her words but a look of confusion given what she just said not tieing with her action. "By the way, That little slap is gonna cost you blue boy... I'm gonna pound that ass down in the ring harder then you ever could mine." She'd say pushing him out of the way. Her strength wasn't really all that powerful in a push he just back up as he was. A little wide eyed at the way she acted. His blue tail fluttering for a moment before wrapping around his waist. "...Women..." Then what she said clicked in his mind as he thought back to the bracket board in the dingy place. "That's my opponent!!!" He seemed to be exclaim before throwing out a hearty laugh and letting himself fall back in a sitting position on a bar stool behind him. "Hmm... I may start liking these human women. Spunky,...Violent." Reminded him of a Brenchian girl he was sweet on once. An the immense beating he got when speaking of it given the Brenchian had no interest in a saiyan mut. He remembered thinking no wonder so much alcohol was involved in his making after that one.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 5, 2015 22:54:41 GMT
Articho turned at the sound of Gleciar's voice and smiled. He was glad to see his friend approach him in the setting. "You bet I did. No way I'm letting you get such a cheap win through my tail," the hybrid said. He glanced around again at the more stand out fighters amongst them, nodding in agreement. "You're telling me. This should be interesting no matter what happens." Articho looked over at his friend, a confident smirk on his face, "Me, too. Just be sure not to lose. I'd hate to see you done in the first round."
Articho took another, suspicious glance around and spotted the recruiters Gleciar spoke of. His smile faded as he looked back at the Arcosian. "Stay away from them," he warned. "As long as we can ignore them, we should be fine." The hybrid followed his friend back to the bar and sat down. "Water, please," he asked the bartender as he looked out towards the arena. The first fight was beginning between the fighters Sorsi and Gus according to the brackets. Sorsi was a small, mousy woman with blond hair tied up in a bun and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a black tank top and white shorts. White bandages were wrapped around her hands to protect them and her face was scrunched up in a glare. Gus was a bald, heavy set man with a stubbly beard and thick eyebrows. He wore padded fighting gloves, green exercise pants that gripped his large body way to tightly, and no shoes. Articho grimaced when he saw this. This place couldn't be sanitary. Hopefully the man didn't get any cuts on his feet or Sorsi wouldn't be the one taking him down.
"Alright, girly," Gus said as he cracked his knuckles. "I wanna finish this real quick like. I got a hoagie at home and my microwave's broken." The man took his fighting stance as he grinned maliciously at Sorsi.
"Hmph. Rude," Sorsi replied, pushing a bang from her forehead. The woman took her own stance and glared back. "Let's see you use your fat mouth after I'm done with you."
"Ready?" the announcer said after the trash talk was done. There was a pause as both fighters stared at each other. "Fight!"
Gus lunged at Sorsi, his right fist cocked back. He aimed to finish the fight fast with one strong punch, though he left himself incredibly open and predictable. Sorsi easily dodged to the left of the man's fist and returned by throwing a swift kick into the fat man's stomach. Gus doubled over as it connected and the woman followed up with a punch to the man's jaw. Gus stumbled as her fist connected, but recovered and looked back at her, an intense scowl on his face. Sorsi smirked and pushed a bang back from her forehead again before dashing at Gus. She threw a punch to his face, which he went to block. Sorsi used her punch as a feint, though, instead jumping into the air and driving her foot onto the back of Gus' head. She pushed off once again and sent the fat man's face right into the concrete floor. The woman landed gracefully on the man's back as he lay groaning on the ground, still smirking as she did.
"Looks like Gus is down for the count," the announcer said. "This rounds winner is Sorsi!"
No cheers went up as Sorsi left the arena. Articho watched as money exchanged hands and murmurs escaped the crowd. They had underestimated the small woman, but she could pack one hell of a punch. "Impressive," the hybrid commented. "I don't think Gus over there will be so arrogant anymore."
"Time for the next round!" the announcer called as Gus was carried away on a stretcher and the spot where his face landed was cleaned of blood. "Akumaji against Accelerando! Please make your way to the arena!" Articho took a sip of his water as he waited for the next round to begin.
(I'd say because the fight is between to PC's, we let them post one after the other with small posts from everyone else)
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 5, 2015 23:07:45 GMT
Gleciar smirked back. "I had no plans on getting anywhere near them..." He then watched the fight, it was entertaining for how little it lasted. "I think he has taken a heavy blow to his ego... But i wouldnt be worried about him... The one that worries me is that pink haired guy..." He said looking at one contestant then to the other. "That Saiyan doesnt seem quite right in the head..." He sighed. "Well, im not making any bets so..." He took a sip off his drink. "We should wait and see"
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