Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 18:10:01 GMT
[Thread PL: 17,773]
Chili One on One with an Assassin "Goooooooooood afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!" boomed the announcer. His voice echoing off the stands, the crowd erupting into cheers. The stomping of feet, the applause, whistles and hoots. An energized electrified group has come to observe these matches. An important tourney for Earth, being the first in a long while and taking a tragic event off the minds of it's people. "Welcome once again to The Southern Island's Martial Arts Tournament, hosted by the illustrious Kazar Winters. Give it up for our host one more time folks!" he egged on the crowd as they bellowed even louder then before. The arena was bright and bold in a day's light as the sunshine and pristine weather helped set the stage. "Now I know you're excited to get on to another display of raw ability and talent. You're ready to see two skilled competitors go head to head!" excitedly said through his microphone "And with this next match we're going to have two combatants who couldn't be more different!"
The crowd never stops and the first fighter enters the ring. Stout and short limbed, a young Zoan steps up onto the stage. He seems very stoic and calculated, looking rather young, he could prove to be a well trained and disciplined competition. He bows towards the announcer, his ears hanging from his furred head as he does so. "Our first combatant is young, entering today's tournament at the age of thirteen! He has been a student of martial arts from an even younger age and has honed his skills. How far will this kid make it into the ranks? Will he have what it takes to defeat these men who are larger, older, and more experienced? Well we won't know until we see him fight, it's Chili Pepper!" The crowd's cheer grew again, they didn't know the boy he surely wasn't famous, but an underdog is always popular. Chili would look up from his bow with a grin, his fierce demeanor a facade as he jumps off the ground and kicks his heels together and throws both arms in the air with a "Woohoo"!
It was then time for the second competitor to enter the ring, a man, a young man. He was dressed in tight strapped clothing held close to the body. Short, but not as short as his opponent he was a thin human in appearance. However the air about him was enough to make you reconsider him weak or frail. There was something just ever so slightly off about him in total, but what it was is hard to put your finger on. "And his opponent! A man of subterfuge and slipping into the shadows. His eyes will pierce you just before his knife. Don't cross him, don't even cross his path. Unfortunate for anyone in the tournament, Drake Heln!" With that the crowd roared back to life, though a motley crew of fighters in this tournament it certainly wouldn't be short of thrills or chills.
"With introductions now out of the way, let us begin this match!" the announcer jumped down off the stage and adjusted himself. "Now gentlemen you know the rules, and when I give instructions please follow them accordingly. With that being said, BEGIN!" the man shouted into his microphone as the clang of a gong rang out across the stage.
Chili bowed towards his opponent and then scrunched down into his fighting stance. The brights of his eyes shining through the shadow of his hat, and the fire within them burning bright. It was going to be Chili's first Tournament, and he wasn't going to be taking it easy.
KP:3/3
The crowd never stops and the first fighter enters the ring. Stout and short limbed, a young Zoan steps up onto the stage. He seems very stoic and calculated, looking rather young, he could prove to be a well trained and disciplined competition. He bows towards the announcer, his ears hanging from his furred head as he does so. "Our first combatant is young, entering today's tournament at the age of thirteen! He has been a student of martial arts from an even younger age and has honed his skills. How far will this kid make it into the ranks? Will he have what it takes to defeat these men who are larger, older, and more experienced? Well we won't know until we see him fight, it's Chili Pepper!" The crowd's cheer grew again, they didn't know the boy he surely wasn't famous, but an underdog is always popular. Chili would look up from his bow with a grin, his fierce demeanor a facade as he jumps off the ground and kicks his heels together and throws both arms in the air with a "Woohoo"!
It was then time for the second competitor to enter the ring, a man, a young man. He was dressed in tight strapped clothing held close to the body. Short, but not as short as his opponent he was a thin human in appearance. However the air about him was enough to make you reconsider him weak or frail. There was something just ever so slightly off about him in total, but what it was is hard to put your finger on. "And his opponent! A man of subterfuge and slipping into the shadows. His eyes will pierce you just before his knife. Don't cross him, don't even cross his path. Unfortunate for anyone in the tournament, Drake Heln!" With that the crowd roared back to life, though a motley crew of fighters in this tournament it certainly wouldn't be short of thrills or chills.
"With introductions now out of the way, let us begin this match!" the announcer jumped down off the stage and adjusted himself. "Now gentlemen you know the rules, and when I give instructions please follow them accordingly. With that being said, BEGIN!" the man shouted into his microphone as the clang of a gong rang out across the stage.
Chili bowed towards his opponent and then scrunched down into his fighting stance. The brights of his eyes shining through the shadow of his hat, and the fire within them burning bright. It was going to be Chili's first Tournament, and he wasn't going to be taking it easy.
KP:3/3