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wuthering gee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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 Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:26 pm
Super Van's first attempt at grabbing that chair was an utter failure. She stumbled over her own feet when she landed, and teetered dangerously on the spot. Whirling, chest heaving with the frantic efforts of her breathing, Vanessa grit her teeth together and tried to SUPER PUNCH Don Diablos in the gut.
It felt wonderful, after weeks without Super Van, to be back in the old spandex leotard. Vanessa felt alive in a way that she hadn't for a very long time, and the snarl on her lips twitched into a jovial grin as she ducked and dodged and danced around the arena.
((total : 3 + 1 = 4))
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LadyNozomi generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
8!
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:32 pm
Somehow, the White witches punch had managed to land victoriously on the enraged wrester, and she managed to get away just in the nick of time before being epically tossed out of the ring. The girl in the devil costume had to have been at least 10 ft high at one point.
Alright, she'd stayed in this far, might as well make it count!
She moved through the throngs again, aiming a punch to the don's chubby masked face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:33 pm
Crystals were funny things. Intoxicating, really. Sparkly. Pretty -- especially to a girl who believed that the shiny little trophy in the Don's belt could restore an entire kingdom and bring her the pride and honor she had been missing.
One hand reached out, fingers bristling toward the crystal. Fallon could almost feel the energy licking across her fingertips. She could feel the coolness of a shadow looming over her. She could feel the sting of barbed wire biting through the skin of her --
Wait, what the ******** did not see the tiny red blur that was the Dust Devil flying at her face. She did not have time to turn her head before Emily's tailbone punched her in the temple. The tiny girl in red was thrown with such force that the secondary impact into Fallon sent Dear Stabbey flying out of the ring instead.
Before she could react, Dear Stabbey cartwheeled into a stack of steel chairs and was promptly knocked unconscious, leaving the Dust Devil poised for a comeback of epic proportions.
Once she got up off the mat, that was.
(mod-approved, yo)
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LadyNozomi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:35 pm
Okay, so maybe the White Witch had pushed her luck a little too far that night. In going in for an epic TURKISH DELIGHT maneuver, she ended up right in front of the Don. Pretty much exactly where she didn't want to be. Nevertheless, the little snow queen put her all into the ear box, hoping perhaps that she could discombobulate him enough to get out of the way of his ensuing rampage.
It didn't look promising.
(8+3=11)
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lizbot generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
23!
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:44 pm
She had gotten so close. So close. But Don Diablos...his strength was too much! His might was too great! His passionate violence was simply too hot for the Dust Devil to handle. But she had gotten close, close enough to feel the power that could only be...Don Diablos. As she went flying out, she closed her eyes and yelled at the top of her lungs, "I BELIEVE IN DON DIABLOS!"
And then she hit something...soft?! But no, it was gone. Opening her eyes she realized...she was still in the ring. Was this...could it be...the power of her devotion?! Of belief...was it...the Force? Trembling with both impact and awe, the Dust Devil slowly rose to her feet. She had second chance...could she do it?
Taking a deep breath, back straight, Emily charged back into the fray, "FOR THE DON!"
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Marsh the Sex Panda generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
16!
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 10:16 pm
His strategy of staying the hell out of the way was seeming to work so far. The Bard was pleased, though his eyes were wide as he watched the others get thrown out of the ring. He ducked and weaved thinking of when eh should attack, not yet there were still too many people, but soon. Soon he'd make his move.
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chirigami generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
39!
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 10:35 pm
There were flying people everywhere - at least to the Pineapple Avenger's vantage point - knocking into each other and some out of the ring. The baked fighter continued to stumble and side step around the ring, giving off a false sense of epic maneuverability with how much he was bypassing most of the chaos.
His bloodshot eyes opened a fraction, finally noticing the chairs that the Don had somehow managed to collect - dude, omg one was in his teeth! Like he had caught it like a frisbee! That was so awesome.
The Pineapple Avenger gave a short laugh as he foolishly made his way towards the towering Luchador. Or more specifically, one of the chairs in hand. He didn't know totally why, perhaps just to sit down in it if he managed to acquire it... but for some reason it seemed like it would be a good thing to get.
That is, if he didn't get tripped by Dr. Lullabye and her sliding kick, which turned to knock him on his feet and sent him barreling instead towards the Don.
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 10:53 pm
To get some height, the Dust Devil may...just may have stepped on a back...or two. But the end result was her flying once again toward Don Diablos, knees bent and arms spread wide.
"HELL'S BELLS!"
Clutching onto his back with her knees, the small fighter brought her hands down, hoping to a swift clap to the ears would unbalance him a little and give her more room to maneuver and really show him what she was made of! Sadly, she over-reached and ended up slapping his cheeks. "MY APOLOGIES, SIR!" She cried in shame, dropping back into the rabble.
Bell claps may be cheap and a bit dirty, but face slapping was for sissies. Slapping was not the Don Diablos Way.
(23+4 = 27 total)
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The Red Dame generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
34!
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 11:37 pm
Four people had already been eliminated, yet Don Diablos didn’t seem any worse for the wear. Silent Night was starting to suspect that many of the other entrants were like her: civilians masquerading as wrestlers. The only thing Silent Night couldn’t understand was why so many people would volunteer to get turned into hamburger meet.
… then again, she had never professed to understand how the majority of people thought.
Silent Night dropped back slightly, eyeing the chairs Don Diablos had acquired. She wanted to stay out of hitting range until he lost his new toys.
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Remove generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
44!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 12:42 am
This was along the lines of terrifying. She hadn't held onto him long, the smell and heat of his body had made her let go, then she had seen the others go flying, quite literally and she had shrunk back somewhat. She didn't want to fight, she just wanted that crystal!
She sent up a silent prayer in hope that someone or thing was listening and headed back towards him. The smell was overwhelming and was nearly enough to knock her off her feet. She had to dodge past all the others who seemed as eager to get to him. She wondered how many of them knew about the crystal and how many were on her side or against her.
She then headed in, trying to aim a low kick which she hoped would do something though it was doubtful, he seemed to be getting hit all over and still standing. It just wasn't right!
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Marushii generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
45!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 1:26 am
The flaming wrestler had three chairs. Three chairs and one was in his TEETH. The Dread Pirate-Zombie suddenly wished he was as big and mighty as the Great Don Diablos to have such skill. Or at least be as big as him -- he ducked again as someone flew out of the ring past him.
... wait that person flew. FLEW! The Dread Pirate-Zombie Captain couldn't spare time to go look and see if the crowd caught them or not. In all honesty, The Dread Pirate-Zombie Captain Davy Jones wondered what it felt like. Could he go flying, too? Only one way to find out! He charged the Don from the side and leaped, hoping to either perform a bash midair belly flop or at least offer himself as a good target.
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shibrogane generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
45!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 8:08 am
She was peripherally aware of people flying out of the ring, of someone she thought might have been Fallon getting body-slammed out after getting so close. The Phoenix Empress could see it being any number of people, really, but wasn't going to waste time trying to pull her back in; likely she'd get more bitched out if she spent time saving an ally than if she kept at this. A Crystal for their cause was a Crystal for their cause, wasn't it?
Yeah. And besides, she really, really wanted it.
The chair in the teeth was kind of a dumb idea, she figured. What the ******** could he do with a chair in his teeth? Who knew. This poor civilian was in the grips of what looked to her like roid rage. There was a momentary rebellion against the idea of this guy getting beaten to s**t for his misfortune, but...
Well. Regrets were for wusses.
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Marsh the Sex Panda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 10:37 am
The Brutal Bard was watching the Don closely and when he saw his chance he acted. Still not attacking but instead going with The Distracting Dancer. With a twirl and a flick (that looked pretty girl) his cape was ripped off and thrown into the Don's face, before the Bard moved back. Hopefully that would distract him for a little bit.
((16 + 2 = 18 ))
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cibarium generated a random number between
1 and 50 ...
23!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 11:42 am
Well now, that just plain wasn't fair. The Wild West was still chairless, and Don Diablos had three of the damn things. He crossed his arms and dodged a flying contestant, thinking about what he could do. Things were starting to get just a little crazy.
Mindful of the large crack in the floor, he trotted up and tried to get through the mob. Maybe he should try actually landing a hit this time...
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The Space Cauldron rolled 4 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 1, 1
Total: 9 (4-16)
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 12:30 pm
ELIMINATED THIS ROUND:
Dread Dewey
Paradox Seraph
Super Van
Dragon Emperor
The White Witch
The Brutal Bard
The chairs wedged in his sweaty grip, Don Diablos was twirling around like some oversized, meaty spinning top, grunting and growling and making the floor shake with every step he took. With an unpleasant series of clang noises, the chairs in his hands met their mark -- and not once or twice, but four times -- sending Super Van, Dragon Emperor, Dread Dewey and Paradox Seraph sailing out of bounds. When he finally stopped, however, he was wobbling on his feet just a bit. Could it be that he was just dizzy... or was he actually starting to tire out a little?
The chair in his teeth had been an obvious target. The number of people aiming at it had set it loose, but it finally fell out and spittily clattered to the ground when the Dust Devil used it as a platform to clap the sides of his head.
Unfortunately, he kicked it to the side before anyone else could pick it up. It ended up hitting The White Witch square in the stomach, and both chair and wrestler tumbled out of the ring.
"DON DIABLOS IS JUST GETTING STARTED!" He mowed his fist through the air, making short work out of The Brutal Bard. "DON DIABLOS IS GOING TO SHOW YOU HELL!!"
The crowd gave a fresh set of cheers at their idol shouting his catch phrase.
ROUND 3 START!!
You have until tomorrow at around 8PM CST to roll for this one!
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