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Colosseum Combat Crash
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!]
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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[This entire tournament comes to a screeching halt once Loz raises his voice loud enough to garner all the attention. Once all eyes are on him, Loz places his hands upon his hips as he asks the following.]
What's the deal with you bastards makin' me fight little girls?!
[He asks while pointing at his latest opponent, Bridget.]
I mean, come on! She's like friggin' ten!
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HEY!
[Bridget yells back, pointing index finger right back to Loz. He then raises that same index finger to a '1'.]
First. I'm a boy!
[Please standby as the crowd is shock. Sounds likes some figured it out while others are baffling. Then he raises his middle finger '2'.]
Second. I'm almost thirteen! But because this place likes to pull people out of time, I probably should had been thirteen by now!
[That said, a small puff comes out of his cheeks as he position himself while dragging one yo-yo on the floor in front of him, the 'walk the dog' trick. He snatches his yo-yo back.]
And I've fought people three times bigger than you Mister! [Declaration point!] And I'm a bounty hunter!
[Which has nothing to do with this...]
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Loz is a little beside himself with rage right now and pipsqueak isn't helping.]
You gotta be kidding! [He yells back at the shortie before him.] You're not even old enough to be here nevertheless strong enough to be a bounty hunter.
[Just look at those puny arms----]
As for ya being a man, whatever! No one really cares, shortie!
[He yells before rudely proceeding to kick sand at the alleged bounty hunter's face.]
Piss off!
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Okay then.
Bridget flashed a smile before he side stepped away from the swift kick of dust, and charged towards Loz with abnormal speed of a human. Bridget was affiliated with lightning magic, and thus gave him a quick edge. Statics left his feet with each step.
When he was close enough to Loz, at one of his side, Bridget returned an upright swift kick with statics from his shock on his wake. Loz was about to know what it feels like to get hit with a taser gun.
Of course, this was only the beginning.]
Ha!
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In a brief flash of blue light, Loz narrowly avoids that incoming kick but he static shock that follows stings like a bitch. His after image lingers only briefly as a ghostly apparition giving Loz a few minutes to recover..]
You little squirt! [That weird static shock effect left his arms feeling slightly numb.] If you wanna play that badly, don't start cryin' when I beat you.
[He says sarcastically as he gestures for the youth to bring it.]