Spring 2005 TOA Round 1 - Shadow Otenaki v. vertamitlu

[LocoColt04]

I apologize for the bluntness of the description ahead, but I've got much larger things on my mind. You might not see much of me in the near future, so... yeah. Possibility of cancer = way fucking uncool. I'm just going to list off some things for you to take note of, and then I'll leave the rest up to your creativity.

• The tournament takes place in a modern setting (any of you who don't know that by now should be shot), in a very large field. Some of the grass is alive, but most is dead or dying. The area is obviously unkept.
• Vincent, my character, has mowed out a large section of the field. It's rectangular in shape, and the total area is little over half an acre.
• Within this rectangle, Vincent has chalked out a rounded boundary, moreso oval in shape. Any character who walks, gets shoved, or falls out of bounds loses points. (This doesn't affect ACTUAL judging... much. It's moreso for story purposes.)
• On one of the longer sides of the oval, facing east, is a set of hand-crafted bleachers for the spectators. All of the fighters, regardless of wins or losses, will be on the bleachers for this fight. The judges will also be on the bleachers, and perhaps a few random spectators.
• Each fight occurs on a different day, so you don't have to worry about things like time of day or conflicting schedules. What time you choose to fight is up to the first poster.

I leave the rest up to your imaginations. Most importantly, have fun! Just because it's a tournament doesn't mean you can't have a little humor. It's a fight, not a novel. I want to smile when I read it. And trust me... I'm going to need a smile.



edit:
By the way, you deserve to know what I'm looking for from your posts. Extravagant intro posts are wonderful, but consider this for the rest of your thread...

The better writer doesn't win. If you want a true "writing" contest, go set up an RP contest. Here, the writer with the best ideas and creativity wins. The person with the most description doesn't win. Here, the writer with the posts which are easier to follow will triumph.

I'm not saying that your posts should be a paragraph long and be straight to the point. I want some length, and I want some description. I just don't want the overkill that often comes from these tournaments. People run away from the TOA because they think they're judged on novel-writing skills. Well, you're not. Not as long as I'm in charged.

This tournament will focus more on the "B" part of RPB. Use that to your advantage, and have some more creative reign in your posts.

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OCC: Just a little warning... This might be a little sadistic.)))

'This field... Is it to be my field of dreams or my inevitable grave?' The internal voice of a woman's mind spoke, 'It would be quite ironic, after all those years of fighting off the Russian Mafia for my freedom, to die here and now.'

This woman hardly appeared to be the fighting type. She truly gave meaning to the phrase “never judge a book by its cover.” Between the pink, silk blouse, which tightly hugged her torso, and a miniskirt which revealed her thighs, virtually in their entirety, her attire left little to the imagination. Her boots, while not so revealing, were not your run of the mill boots. They were high heeled, steel toed boots. Black leather boots which covered her entire shins and calves. Her belt was an equal shocker, being as it was covered in spike plating. Asides from her flashy code of dress, she possessed silvery blond hair which extended a couple of inches below her shoulders. The woman also possessed eyes the color of ice. Her complexion was a fair tan, giving the impression she got plenty of sun and took care of her body. Many would probably ask “Why is such a slender, innocent, beautiful female participating in such a bloodsport?” Knowing she was being the object of so many people's stares, and quite possibly ridiculing, onlookers were shot a glare worthy of the Gorgon Queen, Medusa.

'How dare they label me as unworthy?'

The dark clouds above were grumbling... An ancient sign of coming storm. With the grass on the verge of death, this place was in desperate need of some rain. But no rain storm could compare to the onslaught of this woman's psychological warfare. She glided her hands to a couple of brown, leather containers, both strapped to her belt, for her weapons. Both were unsheathed, one a hatchet, the other a cutlass style broadsword. The blades of the weapons were vehemently grinded together by their proprietor. Sparks were emitted from the sheer force.

'My children, I am expecting a lot from you. Your mother is in need of blood, so I hope you will aide me in spilling some.'

A demonic grin appeared on her profile.

Not only was this woman a victim of underestimation, but a victim of wooing. She spotted three teenage males, dressed in typical adolescent attire, sports jerseys, baggy blue jeans, and tennis shoes, whistling at her visage.

“You little boys should run home to your mothers.”

They laughed are her threat, which they believed to be empty.

She put on another death glare, this time baring her teeth. Her blades were once again grinded against the other. For a brief moment, they could see a beastly rage, if not a pure evil soul, through her eyes. They made little time relocating to elsewhere.

She laughed manically, not caring what the crowd gathered for this event thought. 'I hope this tournament gets underway soon. My urge to kill is unbearable.'

[Mistress Sheena]

Speech Key
Bold+Italic = Cyrus
Italic = Hinote Genko
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One day in the home of Hinote Genko, a white envelope found its way through the mail slot of his door. As soon the paper envelope hit the floor, his eyes awakened to what would normally be a normal day. But today is not a normal day, for today is the day of the Tournament of Arms, The Tournament of Champions. He jumped out of his bed, rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and fight off the plaque with Listerine. He also stepped in the shower to cleanse himself of the sweat from sleeping overnight. He washed his dark brown hair with Head & Shoulders to prevent dandruff flakes from showing up on his scalp. Hinote dried himself off with his towel and put on his black vest with his zodiac emblem of the Dragon on the back of it, glowing dark red whenever the moon came out. He then put on his black martial arts pants with red trimming, with a dark red and orange flames running down his legs.

He combed his hair and turned off the bathroom lights, then opened up the drawer to put on his fighting gloves with open-knuckles. He kissed his sleeping girlfriend on her forehead and left to fight in the TOA. He grabbed his keys and locked the door on his way out, and took a cab to the Tournament of Arms. When he got there, he noticed a lot of people were attending the stands this year. He looked at the envelope he got, and noticed there was an application to fill out.

Name: Hinote Genko
Age: 21
How long have you been fighting: 11 years

He filled out the application and walked up to the Signup Desk to hand in his application before the tournament was underway. He took a glance at the Tournament Bracket with his mystifying grey eyes and noticed his first opponent was a sluttish looking tan woman. He didn’t know why, but he was getting a bad vibe from her image. As soon as he walked through the gate to go to his locker room, Cyrus’s voice was being heard inside of his head.

“She’s a real looker, isn’t she? I can’t wait to get my hands on her and pop that cherry.” He said.
“Oh no you don’t, you’re not going to rape this girl. The most you’re going to do is take your fists and shove them through her ribcage and hopefully break a few bones while leaving second degree burn marks. I won’t allow you to rape my opponents.” Hinote replied while walking through the hallway towards his locker room.
“She’s my opponent too, ****nut. I can do whatever the hell I want to do with her.”
“You have a point, but I wouldn’t take her too lightly if I were you. Who knows… maybe you’ll be the one to get raped.”
“Oh hell no! That’s your bisexual ass, not me. I’m one hundred percent straight heterosexual.”
“… Shut up.”

Hinote used the Card Key he was given and opened his locker room door, and found a lot of training and first aid essentials he would need during the duration of the Tournament. There was a bulletin on the wall that said:

Hinote:
Your match will be held in an open field about half an acre in size. We hope it is to your liking. If you or your opponent step out of, or get shoved out of bounds, you will lose points. So be sure to stay within the chalk bounds.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

This is the first time he would be fighting in an open field. It would be a nice change of pace than fighting in the bustle of the city streets. He could actually fight to his full potential without worry of innocent bystanders getting injured. Soon after he finished his thought, a bell rang, and an announcement was made:

Hinote Genko and Lucifina please report to the Arena Battle Stage, section B. Your match is about to start. May the best person win.

“Yosh!” Hinote said as a smile of excitement ran across his face, and he dashed through the locker room door and ran through the hall, looking for the B section through the overhead signs, and found it in a matter of seconds. Then he went through the gate and noticed some of the grass was dead or near dead. They needed to be watered. Whoever was taking care of the field didn’t know jack squat about how to take care of grass. Maybe he should teach that person a lesson later on. He then waited for the woman to make her appearance.

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OOC: Nice character introduction.

Now to clarify formatting...

"Quotations" denote speech
' Apostrophes ' denote thought
Italics denote emphasis

/OOC)))

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Hinote Genko and Lucifina please report to the Arena Battle Stage, section B. Your match is about to start. May the best person win. This announcement echoed over the arena's PA.

Lucifina grinned intensified. ' Thank Marmo, I swear I was going to fall asleep. ' She yawned, stretching her slender, yet curvy frame. She was high up in the bleachers, where she could see her opponent making his way to the ring from afar.

' Is he unarmed? '

If that were the case, this would be a field day for the women. She was unmatched in any martial arts tournament she ever participated in, after all. Her preferred style was Muay Thai, the form of martial arts with makes all others seem like a joke.

She slowly descended the bleachers, getting an eyeful of her opponent. ' He seems more than strong enough, but I doubt he is fast enough. '

As Lucifina reached close proximity to the ring, she could see his cold, silver eyes. ' That maliciousness gives me the impression he has killed several times. If that is the case, I will have not to worry about him holding back. '

She finally reached the circular platform that would either serve as her grave or the entrance to next stage of her life. “It would appear you are unarmed. Allow me the pleasure...”

The woman snapped the armored plating and sheaths off her belt, then throwing them out of bounds. “I am a master of Muay Thai, the ultimate form of martial arts. I wonder, how many knees to the gut do you think you can withstand before requiring a stomach transplant?”

No reply.

She exhibited a different grin this time around. Instead of a malicious grin, it was a playful grin.

“Oops, I almost forgot...” Lucifina unlaced her knee high boots all before slipping out of them and tossing them ring side. Her long, luscious legs were now in their full, naked glory.

Hinote gave her a quizzical look.

' It is time I get this underway. ' She stood on the balls of her feet, before running towards her opponent. In case he had tried something, she raised her fists, her palms facing him. Lucifina's first method of attack would be a knee, which was aimed towards his lower torso...

[LocoColt04]

Enter Vincent, stage right, ragged and in pain.

Here's your friendly little reminder that the first round is over on the 14th. I'm not sure exactly WHEN on the 14th it'll end, but the threads will be closed. Any posts made up to the time of closing (even if they're technically after the 14th) will still count, so take advantage of the time you're given.

All threads will be re-opened after judging for a "finishing" post, where the winner will be allowed to write a grande finale explaining how he or she won the fight. If you have any intention of killing your opponent, you MUST have their permission beforehand, as many of our writers have some crazy roleplay thing going on with their characters. Of course, if you don't want to kill them, you're more than welcome to maim to your heart's content.

And, on a side note (since I know some of you are wondering), no cancer for Cesar. It's definitely a nerve problem, caused by a fuck-up in my spinal column. Certainly not any more fun than cancer would be, but at least the worst that could come of it is paralysis instead of death. No surgery yet, but we'll see what happens within the next week.

Lalalalalalaaaa... okay, I think I'm done here. Yeah. That's all.

Exuent Vincent, now in wheelchair, stage left.

[LocoColt04]

Okay, okay, so I'm a couple hours late getting the write-ups posted. Pardon me for enjoying my Gamecube.


Here's your round one winner, and no complaints, please.

vertamitlu, and I'll tell you why.

In what was essentially a battle of the introductory posts (which don't matter for beans in this tournament), Trev managed to get a second post in afterward.


1 - vertamitlu: I didn't find your intro to be sadistic at all. You should reconsider your definition of the word. Aside from your amusing little OOC, your first post was well-written, and fun to read through. You were certainly ready for action, and that's a major plus.

2 - Shadow Otenaki: Jay, I'm a little confused. If all of the fighters were invited, why would they need an application? You're mixing up the real-life application process with the fantasy-world I created for you, and that hurt you a bit. There's no "signup desk" in the middle of a field, and there's no locker room with electronic keys, and there's no PA system in the makeshift arena that was created immediately before the start of the tournament. If you'd put yourself up in a hotel near town or something, I could understand that, but this is a field on the edge of town. Your post, though very fitting of the time frame, didn't fit the scene that was set for you.

3 - vertamitlu: You also stray away from the envrionment given to you, but I can understand why. You did well to follow Jay's introductory post, even though it was incorrect. You properly adjusted to his mistakes, and interjected with some witty dialogue. The best part of the entire post, however, was when the action finally began. Unfortunately, that opening attack never saw a response.


Trev, good luck to you in Round Two of the April TOA. You are now permitted one "kill post," which you may use to close out the fight. Remember, you cannot actually kill your opponent without his permission first.

[Gorath Sodom]

Lucifina launched her right knee towards her opposition's abdominal area, which was blocked by his left forearm. She noticed his vacant arm also took a defensive posture, guarding his rib cage.

' Amateur. '

She pressed down on her grounded foot before leaping several feet off the arena. This had caught Hinote by surprise, making it easier for him to fall victim to her next move, an almost vertical drop kick to his thigh.

Crunch.

He did not cry, trying his best to pretend he was alright.

The woman landed gracefully a couple of meters away from him with her back turned. A sudden breeze made her not-very-modest miniskirt blow up in a frenzy, revealing her black thong.

“That's my cue!” said an awfully dark and sinister voice.

The women could tell something was wrong with her opponent. When she turned to him, she was in awe. Despite her previous blow, he now appeared just fine... More than fine.

He had the face of a psychotic rapist; his eyes so narrow, but his grin so mischievous.

The wind blew once again, revealing now the crotch portion of her undergarment.

He chuckled at the site. “Let's see what you're hiding under there, shall we?”

“I am confused about this change within in you, but it matters not. I am far out of your league, little boy.”

“Playing hard to get, are you? Thanks just fine with me!”

With virtually blinding speed, he ran towards her. The bulky man first launched a hard punch, which Lucifina barely managed to sidestep, but that was just a diversion. He used his other hand like a claw to rip her pink blouse clean off, revealing her navy blue hued lingerie bra.

“You look most appetizing, my dear. Allow me to introduce myself!”

The blond women rolled her eyes. ' Overconfident pig. '

“I am Cyrus, and I...”

She interrupted him. “It doesn't matter you are, I'm going to make you suffer for tearing up this five hundred dollar blouse like that, and after I went through all the trouble of stealing it!” An orange aura briefly lit up around her legs. ' Let's see how he likes Muay Thai coupled with my psychokinetic power! '

Lucifina showed no emotion as she slowly walked towards him. Cyrus tried for another punch, but he was cut off by a leaping knee to his jaw.

He was lifted off the ground by the massive blow, but would soon come tumbling down with a thickening thud as she went for a full fledged vertical drop kick this time around, catching him in mid air.

She landed gracefully over next to his fallen figure, looking down on him with pity. However, the women also noticed he was looking up her skirt. “There's a rule, you know.”

Oh? He shrugged.

Lucifina swiftly brought her right foot down on Cyrus's left elbow, shattering it completely. “Never should a man peek up a dyke's skirt!”

This time there was no masking the pain, he screamed in agony, but it was far from over.

“Let's see how you like this!” This innocent looking female, which was anything but, abruptly brought her left foot down on his right knee. It too was shattered.

His scream intensified.

“Or how about this?” She next used one of her lethal foot to shatter the bones in the man's left hand. “You might be a quick healer, so this one is for good measure.” Using both feet, she stomped on his right forearm, snapping it to pieces as well. “Now your other hand!”

Snap!

He was now silent.

Lucifina smiled down at her pathetically weak prey, who has finally gone into shock because of the pain. “It's about time you shut up, sorry excuse for a homo sapient!” The blond haired wonder spat in his face.

She had pondered if she should put him out of his misery, to end his pathetic life by squashing his head like a tomato, but her thoughts were cut off when foot steps began to echo in her ears. The women glanced to her right and saw several paramedics rushing to his aide. ' Perhaps I will kill him some other day. '