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Description: 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.

Boat Horn.

Wake.

The Yacht sailed next to the huge wooden platform, the massive GRAPPLE Co. company yacht dwarfing every other boat or see faring vessel on the sea. Standing at the front of the boat was Bear, the poster boy for GRAPPLE Co. and all around fan favorite.

The moment he was spotted the crowd went from mild cheering to down right crazy yelling and cheering, women removed bikini tops; men took pictures of said removal of bikini tops. All at the sight of the young man known as the 'Great Human Hope', for he was but a pure human with no powers competing in a dangerous tournament.

As the ship dropped anchor he placed his right hand on the railing and jumped off, landing with a thud and a dive roll onto the wooden fighting arena. Rolling onto his feet to deaden the shock of the fall on his knees he looked toward his once hooded opponent.

James was tan as well, but perhaps more on 'in the sun too long' type over the natural. His hair was a light brown to dull red, and he had a light stubble on his chin. Peach fuzz really, for he was still but a lad. Eighteen at best, he stood at a average 5'6" and weighed roughly 155 lbs.

"Thank you, thank you!"

He said as he lowered his hands as if to hush the crowd, and hush they did. James turned his right hand toward his opponent and pointed at him, a huge grin on his face.

"Lets make it a good one!"

The point turned into a thumbs up, showing Bear was hardly out to make enemies. He would prefer to have a friendly fight with his opponent to move on to the next round, rather then a near death experience like he had in his last fight.

The kid wasn't made of much. He rode on a lot of heart, some skill and tons of balls.

"Oh s**t!"

Was about the only thing Bear could say as a ******** KNIFE came sailing toward his chest, but before the knife was dealt with it was best to explain what Bear was wearing.

A skin tight 'rash guard' covered his upper body, a pair of bracers on his arms and simple 'fight shorts' on his lower body, he wore what appeared to be standard 'tennis' shoes, manufactured by GRAPPLE Co.

Bear was not fully accustomed to fighting against weapons or his own bracers just yet, and when a sudden attack broke out he chose to deal with it the only way he could think of on the fly, his inexperience showing in leaps and bounds.

He dove stomach first into the wooden planks and landed harmlessly on his belly, knife sailing onto the other side of the arena.

"Hey man, that was dangerous."


Grin, cool look go! Flawless victory.

Bear began to rise to his feet, hoping his opponent would allow it. He pressed the palms of his hands against the planks and rose, as if he was trying to do push ups.

"Behind you!"

Fans likely wanted to yell, but they knew they couldn't. It would have been moot anyway, for as the knife began to pry itself from its wooden prison Bear knew soundly that he was safe, sadly his knowledge was limited at best.

Ching!

The sound of blade violently leaving ground to sail back at the young man, even Bear would hear that. Turning his head to face where it came from he saw a knife sailing lower by directly at him, and he did the first thing that came to mind this time.

He took a step to the right, but it was slow. It scraped his thigh and rib area, causing superficial bleeding, but otherwise doing no harm. Bear had just recovered from getting stabbed in the lung, and yet another pansy knife user had popped into his midst.

Next thing Bear knew the dude would start shooting lightning out his a** and turning Super Saiyan.

"Hey man."

He sighed.

"That is really..."

Deep breath, steady that heart.

"DANGEROUS!"

Bull rush time. Bear 'sprinted' more like aggressive jogged straight at his opponent, hoping to close the gap and get into striking range with this guy, he wouldn't win the battle of range fighting with no weapons and a magic dagger sailing around.

((I really want to apologize man, but I really just don't like the judges in this tournament, except Tenkai and X. So I'm forfeiting my match.

I wish you luck in the rest of the Tournament. ))