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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 5:17 pm
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To debut the opening of the new Beach Selena, which sits on the western coast of the GTB plot of land, Midus has decided to host the second round of the tournament in this lovely place. The sun is shining brightly as the warm breeze blows gentle waves along the clear crystal waters. Boats, surfers, and ski boats trail the waters as a large crowd of spectators gather around a single large wooden platform situated out in the middle of the water. This platform will serve as the fighting ground for both fighters as they are transported out here, either via boat or by their own creative method. The platform itself is made of wood, but contains a solid slab of stone underneath it that is four feet tall meant to keep the platform from being destroyed. Though you may think you can destroy rock with your attacks, this stone is extra tough, meaning knocking chunks out of it will be your only capability, so don't expect to punch any holes through it. Field Measurements: The platform is a square shape, with the distance measured from one side to the other merely 15 yards, which equates to 45 feet. You won't be able to run around this thing as freely as the last arena. The platform is raised a foot above water, so if you fall off, you can still simply climb back on. The platform is rooted underneath with a four pillars of the same stone at each corner, so it will always remain stationary. The pillars are ten feet long each (and quite wide), touching the sandy floor underneath. Ten Count Boundary: Falling into the water begins the ten count. If the other fighter goes into the water, too, or makes contact with the fighter in count-out in any way, the count resets. This does not apply if both fighters are in the water. Only when a fighter has both feet on the platform does the count stop for them. The flying rule remains in effect. Other Penalties: Do not attack spectators or attempt to destroy the platform's rooting underwater. Doing so will result in a DQ. Fight Ends: On July 9th, at 9 PM Central.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:39 pm
A boat arrives!
Yes, Esouna could easily fly here, but that was a waste of energy and would get her tired out. Thus, free boat. The fairy relaxed in the bottom of the canoe, lying down and considering the situation.
Water around...if she fell in, flying would be more difficult, but...okay, she wasn't a strategist; her idea of for beating the opponent remained the same as always. Just, knocking them into the water was also an option, if she could force them to the edge somehow. Y'know, while weighing like 30 pounds.
The fairy finally pushed herself up into a seated position, and rested her chin in her palm. Edward, yes. They'd met before, three times. So far, the man didn't like her. Despite her hard exterior, Esouna felt...sort of lonely, and didn't take it well that the only recurring figure in this phase of her life was an enemy. She sighed as she stood up. Well, better give it a shot.
The tiny woman flew up out of the watercraft and loudly touched down on the platform. She felt...conflicted, and this hampered her will to fight. Thus, instead of an ANGRY expression, Esouna appeared pensive.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 6:19 pm
"Pansy."
A wry grin spread across his lips as the waters churned the boat once more, a sickening wave toting the small boat off-balance as the craft sailed forth to the island platform. Upon it sat two men, one of which was an ogre of a man, standing at a good few inches above 7' tall. He manned the tiny oars with all too much ease as his googly eyed gaze whirled around a time or two, his eyes wide and dilated with a sickening sense of joy as his arms pumped in their tedious motions. His garbs were mostly torn hulk-style with an all too little cabin boy shirt on paired with some tiny trousers that clinged all too tight to his massive legs. It got worse still with the little wooden sword strapped at his side which clinked repeatedly across the wooden boat with every stroke and further still with the bandanna he wore.
If only for the fact that it was a garish plaid color worn down with time.
"C'mon Ed! S'not so bad! Least its nice n' dry up ahead. You just.... might not want to go for a ringout." He chuckled a bit before letting out a long whistle. "Lemme tell ya Ed, you don't wanna take a hit of that cpr. Its not as great as you might think coming from the first mate."
It wouldn't be long before the two would come toting on shore.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 8:50 am
Edward hated the ocean. Hated it with a passion. The cyberpunk wasn't sure what made him hate the ocean. The water. The weird as s**t marine life. The rocking of Wigi's rented boat. Or quite possibly the fact that the ocean sucked collosal amounts of c**k. He wasn't sure. The only thing he was sure about was that he hated the ocean. He hated the ocean a lot.
And he was looking forward to the second round. This wasn't badass at all.
Ignoring Wigi's jokes, the changeling was becoming a regular Jerry Seinfeld as the days went by, the punk stood up at the center of the boat (the literal center of the boat) and looked towards the makeshift ring with one cybernetic eye. The biological one was hidden under a heart-shaped eye patch; he'd stolen it from Sokoya the night before.
"It's her!" He mentioned surprised to no one in particular, though Wigi would hear and probably respond anyways. Edward recognized the fairy from Yggdrasil, and back at the hotel where he..uhh... Oops.. Shrugging his shoulders, the punk looked quite a bit more determined than Esouna, even while surrounded by water.
"I never thought I'd fight Tinker Bell again." Apparently, Ed hadn't been paying much attention to the bracket. Somethiong about surprises being 'totally boss for the most part.' "Row faster, boss. Can't leave short s**t waiting."
Unlike the previous round, the cyborg had left most of his gear at home. The armor was non-existent. His machete somewhere in his hotel room, and his clothes in the wash or something. Instead, Ed wore a red 'Thing 2' t-shirt which revealed the celtic/druidic tattoos the curled down his right arm in disturbing patterns. A pair of black Dickies that may have been pants a few hours ago, but were cut just past his knees which made them nifty shorts. His usual sneakers were strapped to his feet, and his piercings and gauges dotted a few parts of his face. Earlobes, cartilage, left nostril, and tongue. Some of the gauges were painful to look at. They were so big and the body parts they inhabited..So small.
Applying a pair of pre-inflated, orange water wings to each arm. Edward took to the stage, minus all of his weapons sans the one which was conveniently hidden on the back of the waistband of his shorts.
It was Round 2. The ocean sucked, but it was Round 2. Time to fight and show people what Edward Queensborough was made of, so it was time to ignite the rivalry. The punk regarded Esouna with a glower.
"What's wrong, short s**t? You lost your part in a Disney flick?"
The crowd gathered laughed. Wigi was learning, but if Wigi was Seinfeld then Ed was ******** Larry David.
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:23 pm
"Mother ******** stole my eyepatch!"
Sokoya would shout in a mix of shock and surprise. She'd been looking for it just the same morning, desperately cursing that someone had honestly snuck into her room and stolen it from her. Because eyepatchs were like TV remotes, in that someone would bypass all your money and panties just to steal that.
Well, apparently her crazy exclamations were true, as Ed came onto the scene wearing her very own.
"EY! EY! The back of yo head is redickilous."
She'd shout at him, franticlly trying to annoy the cyborg. And regardless of his actions, all that Sokoya would end up doing is idly by the match in her small a** canoe, watching his fight with varying levels of interest.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 11:21 pm
Trash talking. The fairy narrowed her eyes at the taunt, but chose to remain calm. This was a fighting tournament, and she had joined to help increase her strength and skill. This didn't doom all her opponents as eternal enemies. Strangely, the only one she wanted to reach out to now had the least cooperation.
The crowd showed up for a fight, but Esouna forced a little delay on them. No battle stance, no laughably ineffective shout...she slowly placed her hands in her pants pockets. The tiny woman kept eye contact, and chose her words carefully. Well, as carefully as she could when English speech came automatically.
"I take it you don't like me being around," the fairy remarked in her high voice, and glanced around the area. The audience--those who weren't still laughing, anyway--became a bit confused. What? Wasn't this a place for FIGHTAN'? Esouna had her usual response to negative people in store for them: ignoring. She did a lot of that. What interested her more was the surrounding waters and the wooden composition of the floor.
"...You'll probably try to smash me right now...and fail," she added, with an arrogant/confident grin. "But I don't hate you, so don't hate me." With that, she slipped her hands out of her pockets, knowing that she'd given up the opportunity for the first move. It would come from Edward, unless he chose to respond to her attempt at diplomacy. Either way, good for her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 3:06 pm
Damn it all if Wigi didn't take heart to the boat. Though he didn't have much in terms of sea legs, the big guy was much more at ease with this jig than Ed was, which wasn't saying much. All in all the ogre figured it was a good idea to at least pay some respect to his vessel by painting a little logo on the front of the ship in big, runny black letters which read off as the 'S.S. Sokoya'. It wasn't until the craft came parked across the side of the dock when he decided to draw up the makeshift pole he'd use for the mast, a crudely cut chunk of wood that was obviously chipped away at the last minute. This, in itself, wasn't the spectacle of the event by far. Moreso... it was the flag he'd hoist up as he let out a cheerful whistle.
The flag being a handful of of Sok's panties all stitched together with what one would call a lackluster attempt. But hey...
At least it caught the wind rather nicely.
That's right! As Ed went in to grab a patch for the match, Wigi saw fit to find himself a flag. It took a bit of rummaging to find enough undergarments to make it of a decent size, but the changeling was spirited and rigorous enough in his search to get a nice little patch going. All in all it did the ogre proud! Proud enough, in fact, to grace the S.S. Sokoya's new banner with a salute!
Ah... what a grand old flag it was.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 3:21 pm
- Uno -
A grin spread across his lips, the laughter of the spectators cheering the cyborg up some. It was true. The ocean was a ******** and he wasn't fond of it, and one could tell by how Ed shifted his weight around that his prosthesis weren't the sea leg edition. BUT! That didn't mean he couldn't make the best of it though. Win over the crowd, brighten his mood, and serve this fairy.
That's what the different arenas were for anyway. Adaptation. And that's exactly what Edward would do. Adapt and adapt well.
He looked over at Sokoya. The platinum-haired crazy b***h wasn't difficult to miss, especially when she was yelling about how she got jacked. Instead of actually instigating a situation, the punk simply pointed at her stolen heart-shaped eye patch and then pointed at her, guffawing inaudibly. It was enough. More obnoxious than Soak could ever hope to be. Things were looking good so far. Of course, he ignored his diminutive opponent the entire time which could have been a mistake. Plenty have fought Esouna, slept on it, and left home crying. That didn't look like a problem this time though. Instead of getting the cheap shot, Esouna just wanted to have a heart-to-heart.
"But I don't hate you, so don't hate me."
"What?" The cyberpunk asked with a confused look on his face. Who said anything about hate? Middle fingers and disney jokes isn't how Edward treats enemies. Just ask Kenji. Shrugging his shoulders, as if the fairy's sentiments hardly mattered, Ed brandished his fists, and stood in a traditional boxing orthodox stance.
The approach commenced. This time, as opposed to the previous round, he moved at a much slower pace. However, the pace remained steady and there wasn't as much ground to cover. They weren't fighting on a god damned football field this time.
Ed attacked. Kinda.
Reaching Ed's kicking range, which wasn't neither Esouna's punching or kicking range, Ed's left leg jerked spontaneously. The knee came up in the scary beginnings of one of Ed's terrifying front kicks. Again. Ask Kenji. But did the punk go through with it. Hell no. The attack was a swift and furtive feint, aimed to make the fairy react and start fighting. Edward wasn't keen on any particular reaction, but figured he'd adapt when the time came.
How could he possibly lose? He was the only fighter who owned a flag made out of panties.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 12:47 am
Gaians are hard to read. Edward's reaction forced her to place their relationship back in the "dunno how it is right now" category. She raised her fists and siphoned some of her attention to her wings, prepared to rocket into the air when needed. This guy beat her last time, so she'd have to be on guard and give it her a--
He's attacking! The fairy snapped her body to the left, moving as fast as possible when groundbound, and...oh. Oh. This made her feel stupid, reacting in suck and exaggerated manner and basically doing a sprinting sidestep to a kick that wasn't. The crowd got a different sort of kick out of it.
Yeah, while some people went home crying after a tiff with her, a few just thought it humorous.
The fairy paused for an instant, distracted and with a deer-in-headlights look, and JAZZHANDS. Feints didn't happen, so her optimal fighter reflexes glitched up and made her higher thoughts deal with it. This gave Edward a bit of time, if he wanted to just punt her into the ocean or get out a switchblade, or something. If he didn't capitalize on this, Esouna's mind would catch up. Attack time! A bolt toward the man's right shin, kicking off the ground and using her wings to propel herself. The idea was wrapping her arms around his calf, to get a hold on the man.
Apart from basically doing this, she had no plan. There's an opening there and no time for strategy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:17 am
[Hi. I don't mean to interfere, and I'm not making any judgement calls in this post. I just wanted to let both participants know that I am reading and keeping up with this entire fight, so if you have any questions or concerns about a ruling, know that you can come to me and I'll have read each of your posts up to/almost up to date.
Enjoy!]
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 12:56 pm
- Dos - The knee lifted high and Esouna reacted accordingly. Success! He hadn't seen the fairy's move coming from a mile away, fighters on Gaia surprised him every day, but moving off to the inside of a punch or kick was something Ed found naturally easy to respond to. Usually to the detriment of the opposed fighter. In retrospect, after the second round, Edward would feel particularly guilty. Beating up a midget and all. Especially when Esouna's utmost potential at that point was to hug his leg; though that exactly was an unknown at the present tense and probably wouldn't come to pass anyhow. But as long as the narration was going hypothetical; hugging the leg was likely just the precipice to biting of the cyborg's balls. So it all came down to one question: Was Edward Queensborough an a*****e? Yes. Esouna dun ******** up! The fairy snapped her body to the left, moving as fast as possible when groundbound...This gave Edward a bit of time.. As fast as he could, Edward dropped his left leg down in a stomp, simultaneously bringing around the other in a swift and powerful roundhouse to Esouna's upper torso/neck/head area. The punk certainly wasn't a karate master, but the attack wasn't difficult to pull if you were fit, and didn't have to aim very high anyways. Admittedly though, the attack lacked the finesse one would see from an actual practitioner of the art. It sure didn't lack speed or power though. Just form. With the fairy literally moving as fast as her little feet could take her in the direction the kick was headed; one could now assume that Esouna was in big, fat trouble with a capitol T. It didn't look good for the diminutive creature, but it wasn't wise to count her out just yet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:30 am
Do not assume your opponent is not an a*****e, or you're going to get shat on. Just FYI.
Anyway, the man's roundhouse kick was successful, in that his shoe rammed into her sternum. This threw the fairy backwards, stunning her for a moment, and...splash. Water. She didn't float; muscle is dense.
Someone started the timer, wondering if the fairy would get out in time. One. Two. Three. Fou--
Esouna emerged from the water, transitioning from swimming to flying a little awkwardly, but that's how it works when you suddenly have a few extra pounds of H2O hitchiking like a wraparound trollface for this fight. She clutched her upper chest as she hovered, coughing up saline and visibly shaken.
Five. Six. Seven.
The fairy was familiar with the count-out rule, and naturally, she knew that just floating there over the water for any time that could, you know, actually get her somewhere in the fight, resulted in a big DQ. So, she darted back towards the platform, the corner to her right.
If Ed didn't have a surprise LAZER CANNON or something to interrupt, the fairy would reach the corner at the count of eight, not-so-lightly landing on the wood and still coughing. Due to that, her flight path went a little "drunk" on the way there. Now, she had to admit in her mind, he totally owned her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 4:00 pm
- Three -
Landing onto the platform in a wobbly fashion, Edward watched Esouna fly away except this time it had nothing to do with fairy's wings. Splash! Now, the punk couldn't help but chuckle particularly at how loud the crowd cheered as they watched the diminutive creature get punted into the ocean. But that didn't mean he didn't feel guilty. He did. Quite so. Esouna didn't seem to be invested in the fight, and the cyberpunk really wondered why. The fairy usually came at her opponents with the utmost tenacity.
The ******** was going on here?
The punk sighed a sigh of relief as Esouna surfaced. He had been silently debating whether or not he should fish his opponent out. As dreadful as that would be, ocean and all, Ed would prefer it over just waiting for Tinker Bell to drown because his kick had knocked her out cold. But happy day! Esouna was fine... relatively. She did look sorry as ******** though. Something to rectify.
The amassed crowd went eeriely silent as Edward began to advance slowly.
"Don't look so glum in front of the audience, boss." The cyborg whispered. His original New Jersey accent (one he didn't use very often anymore) sounded awfully cool yet undeniably creepy at the very same time. "You can't go back and you can't sit still. If the thunder don't getcha then the lightning will..."
Edward cackled, covering half the ground between the two combatants. His cyber-brain sent signals to Hunter's Organ, activating the powerful piece of hardware within his torso.
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Hunter's Organ: 0
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:14 am
The fairy took a sideways glance at the man, who came forward reciting either a poem or a song. Whichever. It took the fairy a few moments to reclaim her focus from the water in her throat, but she managed. Now...Esouna turned and looked at Edward, leaning forward.
No messing up this time.
No, for real! Seriously!
Anyway, the fairy ignored the cheering crowd and reached back to grab the corner of the platform, with one hand. Now, which way did the grain go? Pull perpendicular to that, and...voila, there was a snap, and the fairy now held a small chunk of wood, with two sharp edges and a point. The saltwater made this less useful, but whatever. Just gotta be careful about splinters, and with water dripping off her, her hands were kinda slippery.
Esouna smirked at the man, eyes narrowing. She reached up and pulled soggy hair away from her face. Hmm...the fairy kicked off, launching herself forward. It appeared her next move was STABBY with her little shank, but if someone looked closely, they could see the her outstretched arm wasn't invested in the attack.
Except, it wasn't actually a feint. She didn't understand the mechanics of a reverse fake-out, but she aimed to impale the man's right pectoral muscle. Why this improv bullshit? She probably stemmed the idea from Ed. She liked to use other people's moves sometimes; ask Seth.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:31 am
- Four - Grateful Dead, yeah... He stopped moving and just stared at his opponent, facial features deadpanning as he initiated the staring contest. Esouna wasn't necessarily staring back the entire time, particularly when she turned to grab herself a makeshift weapon, but when she did stare up into his eye... She saw one unexpressive, dark green synthetic orb staring back with what could have been anger if something as soulless as a piece of high-tech prosthesis could even bother with emotion. Esouna kicked off the ground, aiming to stab the s**t out of him, and Edward quickly employed the elbow block. Not the left, the right. So when the fairy's makeshift ghetto blade connected with Ed's elbow, the cyberpunk grunted in pain and an impressive bit of blood began to flow. Luckily, while the elbow could bleed quite a bit, the majority of that body part was strong bone and it didn't break under the stress. It was painful as s**t being hit there with a giant splinter, but it wasn't going to be an overly complicated wound. No breaks. It would bleed but the cyborg could still use the lmb for the most part. Had it been an actual knife however then this string of logic would been non-existent. The cyberpunk would have been ******** the elbow block and the subsequent pain it caused to hide the motions of his other hand; Edward's cybernetic arm lashed out from it's non-threatening spot at his side towards Esouna in a blur. The motion was extremely swift, quicker than anything Edward had showcased previously. It would seem uncanny, unreal and straight up like some sort of magic. On Gaia Primus.. s**t, it might as well been magic. Adrenaline Rush When Ed’s nano-machines mess with the correct receptors, they open up the metaphorical floodgate, sending out adrenaline in droves into the cyberpunk’s bloodstream. A quick boost, basically. It allows the practitioner to perform the upcoming move with such speed and power that they seem unnatural. At will, Edward can empower his strikes, throws (particularly the lateral), and takedowns (particularly the double-leg and single-leg takedowns) with the adrenaline rush. This increases the power and speed of the move by nearly 50%; allowing Edward to perform outside of his normal capabilities for a very short period of time. It may have seemed like a punch. It wasn't. Edward's prosthetic would attempt to grab hold of Esouna's right ankle, the nearest part of her body (besides her foot) in relation to the arm's original position at the punk's side. If successful, the hand would close around the fairy's ankle like a vice. his grip was nothing like a human hand. It was NOTHING like a very powerful, magically aided human hand. It was like a ******** Gorilla after eight cycles of anabolic steroids and then some. If the grab was successful, then Esouna wasn't coming out of it minus a miracle, or stabbing out one of his eyes. That was certainly possible. ----- Hunter's Organ: 1 Adrenaline Rush Cool-Down: 0/2
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