Colosseum Combat Crash

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WHO: EVERYONE! Don't forget to tag yourselves in!
WHAT: The opening of the Attleton branch of Cake Town kicks off with a bang - a battle tournament with an assortment of amazing prices for each of the competitors!
WHEN: September 14th
WHERE: Attleton - Coliseum


The residents of Attleton have been looking forward to this event for a long time. The stadium seats are packed with eager onlookers, the more fanatic of which have painted their faces and tote signs proclaiming their love and support for their favorite fighters. Vendors wander up and down the stairways and ramps waving hot salted pretzels, bags of roasted nuts, and sticks of cotton candy. Near each of the entrances a volunteer is positioned to hand out little cubes of Cake Town cake in tiny plastic cups with miniature forks and a napkin. There are vending machines that dispense cans of cold juice and soda, and food vendors have set up a number of stands just outside the stadium proper for people who want to buy pizza, hot dogs, or alcohol to bring with them.

In the arena itself, a large concrete slab has been set up to mark the boundaries of the the fighting stage. People who paid a premium price get to sit on the lowest row, safely guarded by technology imported from Nova City to absorb any projectile attacks from going awry. Ringing the stadium are large banners from all the businesses that helped sponsor the event.

Elevated on either side of the arena for all to see are flashing billboards which will soon feature the names of the current competitors, close-ups of the action, and slow motion replays of any particularly flashy or final moves used in the fights to come. For now, however, it's just showing a series of ads. Don't forget to eat at Moe's.

At ten o'clock sharp, a blare of horns signals the entrance of a marching band that enters in formation, led by baton twirlers and acrobats, as a woman with lime green hair stands in the middle with a microphone in her hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I bid you all welcome...to the Colosseum Combat Crash!"

A loud riot of applause and cheers rings out, and the woman holds out her arms beckoning for more. When the enthusiasm starts to die down, she continues. "I'm Jallarzi Brooks, and I'll be your emcee for the day. We'd like to first offer special thanks to our referee, Shota Aizawa, for refereeing the fights to come and ensuring that no one goes too crazy. Let's give him a hand!"

There's polite applause, and one shrill voice somewhere toward the back that somehow manages to pierce through: "I WANT YOUR BABY ERASERHEAD!"

Jallarzi pretends she didn't hear that, even if there's a small ripple of laughter in the audience.

"Now for the ruuuules," Jallarzi drops her voice and her stance, pacing in a tight circle in the middle of the arena. "Combatants are allowed to use weapons and gear in their fights so long as they used such items previously in their worlds of origin. In other words, no outside or foreign objects. We've kept the match-ups secret until this very moment to eliminate the risk of cheating. So that's rule number one: No cheating!" She holds up a finger and squints as if she's on the hunt for those no good dirty cheaters in the audience. "That goes for all of you as well, don't throw weapons or items into the ring. They can only use what they bring with them!"

Jallarzi straightens and smiles. "Rule number two: Killing and maiming your opponents is forbidden and will result in immediate disqualification with ZERO prizes, and ALL the public shame. No one came here for that kind of entertainment." She wags her finger chidingly. "Finally, a match is won under these three conditions: First, if an opponent touches the ground outside of the stage. Second, if you knock your opponent unconscious. Third, if your opponent says 'I give up!'"

She throws out an arm once more. "Healers are on stand-by to ensure each combatant starts the round fresh. Let's get ready...to CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!"

The band strikes up again as the audience screams and stomps their feet in anticipation. On the board, bright lights flash before revealing Allen Walker's face and name, and then Goku's. The doors to the waiting room swing open, and the cheering swells as both combatants exit and move to the stage. Round one, first fight: begin!


[OOC: Contact your opponent's player and decide OOCly who will win the match. Once I have everyone's results, I'll post the round two match-ups!]

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ROUND ONE MATCH-UPS

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* Fight #1: Allen Walker vs Goku

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* Fight #2: Sun Spear vs Mantis

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* Fight #3: Bridget vs Daiki Akiyama

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* Fight #4: Ichigo Kurosaki vs Seth Rim

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* Fight #5: Namur vs Selphie Tilmitt

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* Fight #6: Remilia Scarlet vs Trunks Brief

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* Fight #7: Masaru Daimon vs Bulla Brief

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* Fight #8: Jill Valentine vs Katsuki Bakugou

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* Fight #9: - THREE WAY MATCH! * Sayaka Miki - Loz - Ted

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ROUND TWO MATCH-UPS

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* Fight #1: Goku vs Sun Spear

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* Fight #2: Bridget vs Loz

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* Fight #3: Namur vs Trunks Brief

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* Fight #4: Bulla Brief vs Katsuki Bakugou

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ROUND THREE MATCH-UPS

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[Coming soon!]

FINAL ROUND

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AUDIENCE INTERACTIONS

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[Here to watch the fight? Sell food? Support a combatant before the tournament starts? Put your threads here and mark them as open or closed!]

Faye - OTA

[myfayevalentine]

*Faye is here for the fights. This has to be some of the best entertainment this place has offered.

First, she starts at the food stalls and looks for a bar. Snacks and beer are definitely in order.

Before the fights start, she'll be hanging around looking to see if anyone wants to set up a little wager on the winners.

During the fights, Faye is in the crowds, cheering along with the rest, picking and choosing who she's rooting on as she goes. Afterwards, she'll hang around, maybe hoping to bump into the referee at some point*

WAITING ROOM INTERACTIONS

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The spacious waiting room has plenty of food, water, and cake for those who signed up for the tournament. There's a big-screen TV against the wall so fighters can watch the current fight and pass the time until their names are called. There's also a big cake.

A really big cake.

There are five layers, each one a different flavor but all topped with a sweetened whip cream and decorated with fresh fruit. There's also a stand next to the cake featuring cute little marzipan figures of every fighter. If someone loses a round, their figure is placed on the appropriate tier of the cake, with the top layer reserved for the ultimate winner. There's a trophy case, and a locked cabinet with all of the prizes on display as if to provide extra incentive for fighters to give it their best.

Orihime and any other volunteer healers remain on standby to fix up the injuries of anyone who returns from their fights, and there are student masseuses on hand to rub people's shoulders and loosen up the muscles of anyone who isn't currently in the ring.

PRIZE SETS
To be chosen by those with the highest standing in the tournament first, down to those who lost in the first round of fights. For those on equal standing, it's first come first served!
A. Deluxe gift basket of cured meats, cheese, and nuts
B. A spear fashioned out of titanium and elven black oak
C. $50 gift card to Toys 'N Hobbies
D. One year of tuition at the Attleton Academy - includes $500 for textbooks and supplies
E. Antique tiffany lamp of green and red glass
F. A speedboat with seating for four
G. A collection of scented candles and incense
H. A 14K gold pendant fashioned into the shape of a tiger with yellow topaz for the eyes. Includes 18K gold chain.
I. A set of brass knuckles with a certificate for free engraving at any jewelry store
J. Posable porcelain doll - includes 12 unique outfits
K. Eat one month for free at Oodles O' Noodles
L. Pair of matching Desert Eagle handguns with two cases of ammunition
M. An expensive high quality barbecue grill including tongs, apron, BBQ fork, and $500 gift card to Laurel's Butcher Shop
N. $1000 worth of gift cards to a series of high fashion boutiques scattered across all five cities
O. One dozen fruit tree saplings with a Gardening Lover's basket of tools, fertilizer, gloves, and sun hat
P. $50 gift card to Cut 'N Dye fashion salon
Q. 6-month membership at Thud's Gym
R. $200 gift card to Music Millennium
S. Bag of Holding - Holds up to 200 pounds of items, weighs only four pounds

Waiting room - OTA who have reason to be there.

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla's impressed with the level of detail Orihime has put into the cake. Especially with the marzipan figures. They're actually recognizable. She's easily able to pick out the fighters she's spoken to before.]

They're so cute!

[She turns to one of the other fighters in the waiting room.]

Which prize are you aiming for?

[howamanlives]

[It's after Masaru's match, when he's already lost. He enters the room snarling with aggression and frustration... but it's more at himself than anyone or anything in the room. At most, he makes a show of slamming his fist into the wall, and grunting as he goes to sit down.]

I can't believe I lost...!

Re: WAITING ROOM (After his first match--OTA)

[light_of_willpower]

[Remilia had not been an easy opponent. Not that Trunks had expected it of a vampire or Deputy Guardian. He is so very glad there are healers on hand. More than anything though, he'd burned up a lot of energy so far...

Which means Trunks can be found slouched against a wall, with a water-bottle in hand, deliberately breathing slowly while he catches some rest.]

Waiting room [after first match]

[yoyoofdoom]

[Bridget skips back to the waiting room, holding his bear close with a huge grin. Daiki was wrapped up by Bridget's deadly yo-yo moves.

One victory down! He pops a bubble gum in his mouth, and blows a bubble when he can while walking his yo-yo in front of him. He's already pump for the next round.]

Re: WAITING ROOM INTERACTIONS

[youfool]

[This is what he gets for, once again, leaping before he looked. What an awful habit; it really needs correcting. His heart sank when he saw the women come into the room. They're...really going to fight, aren't they? He might've guessed. Orihime, being a girl and all, did set it up. But that's not the same as participating.

He might've guessed it by simply reading the network, which he always does even when it has nothing to do with him. He caught glimpses of women sounding serious about entering the tournament, but his oblivion and optimism convinced him it wasn't serious. Had to be a joke.

The first match were two men. So far, so good. Then the next were two women; one who looked far too innocent and one who looked like she'd never known happiness. The reality dawned on him, and dread claimed his heart. Two women are, presumably, going to take part in blood-sport for the delight of the crowd for...gift cards. It'd be the height of absurdist humor if two women weren't practically killing each other.

He can already hear the idiotic apology. "It's fine, death doesn't count here!" Oh, we're going purely by consequence now, are we? So the violence, the trauma, the staggering disgust and ugliness of it all is of no account, because they don't stay dead! Phew, he was worried for a second! What is wrong with people? When Orihime bisected that dinosaur without a second thought, he knew she was a little unhealthy in the head. But this. This really takes the cake Town.

He buried his head in a book from then on. Why stay? Hard to say. American keenness, maybe. If I showed up I'm damn well getting something out of it, come hell or high water. Maybe it was that paralyzing sort of horror that prevents escape. Whatever the reason, don't hug him. He's scared.

Unfortunately, there was no high water. Only increasing hell as the next round revealed that Bridget was into it too. Women and children, the fundamental creatures men are honor-bound to protect, are having violence over trifles. The depravity is complete. Hey, maybe the next round can be a contest to see who can kick the most puppies, huh? Maybe Iggy's a contestant.

Agonizingly, his round was last, each instance of unholy combat depressing his spirit bout by bout. And when it came time for his, only three remained: himself, a man, and a...teenage girl. By now he was in no mood for sport, yet figured he might get away with fighting Loz. After all, it's standard in tournaments for there to be byes if there's an odd number. Sayaka could squeak by, leaving him--

He should be so lucky. Their next match would be a free-for-all. No one, not a single soul, will be spared from the degeneracy. That really drove things home. To hell with all of this.

He got up, lurched towards the exit like a zombie, and muttered.]

May God have mercy on our souls...