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Post by Popebenedict on Mar 18, 2007 13:24:40 GMT -5
"What! WHO IS THAT! RUN THE DAEMONS ARE COMING! AND/OR GOD IS TRYING TO TALK TO US!!!" Onslow ran around the room, furiously looking for cover to escape from the booming, godly voice coming from above. Diving under a nearby table, Onslow duct and covered until the loud box stopped speaking.
"That was a close one, thought I was a goner there..." Looking over to the side, from under the table, Onslow sighted what appeared to be an official for the tournament.
"Hey you! Yah you over there! The one with the hair! When does this thing start! I want to get rolling!"
"...Five minutes... Didnt you hear th...."
"Yay! Only five more minutes! Gonna have me a party tonight! Thank you, but I must be off, I must train."
Backing into a near by corner, close the the stadium entrance, Onslow placed himself in a left foot forward, right foot back, kind of squatting position and clasped his hands together as to make a point with his two middle and pointer fingers. Focusing on the wall about ten feet in front of him, Onslow thrusted his fingers diagonally into the air in front of him.
"Up the pooper. Up the pooper. Up the pooper." Onslow chanted while repeating this action.
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Post by Popebenedict on May 11, 2007 11:50:01 GMT -5
*cough* *cough* *cough* Is this ever going to start? It seems to have so much potential to be really fun, we need to get this party started!
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Aug 30, 2007 23:39:49 GMT -5
Jami entered the arena, and waited in line to receive a number.
An arena attendant began to speak over the loud crowd of fighters "HUSH! This is how the tournament will follow, you will all be assigned numbers. Each number will correspond to who you fight, and we will be the only ones that will know. For example number one will fight number twenty. Remember this is just an example, you may fight someone else if your nmber is one."
And with that as an ending note, the line began to move as they were given cards with big red numbers on each one. Jami quickly made it to the attendant and was handed a card that said 108. "Shit you got to be kidding, that far back in line... damn."
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Sept 9, 2008 10:48:22 GMT -5
OOC: Okay here are your guy's numbers for the tournament, if you guys want to match up against each other then please PM me so I can figure it all out, otherwise the first round will be with some lackey's. Ernest 112, Onslow 114 , Jason 117 , Lexi 120 , Natalie 123 , Rosie 130.
BIC:
First Match
Sylvia Ulima vs. Shongo Terracy
The announcers voice blared over the mega phone as he excitedly read the rules to the combatants. "The match will be in a standard arena, made of a giant cement circle. The fight must be fought with in this circle, and if you are ejected from the arena, you lose by way of "Ring Out." They only other way to win the fight is by knocking the opponent onto the ground and they cannot get back up OR they tap and give up. This is the first round rules only, each round has a different set of rules."
The crowd roared as Shongo entered the arena. The man seemed to come straight out of the Mongol era in Asia. He had a curved blade attached to his left hip, and a circular blade on his right hip, apparently used for close combat.
Shongo big and burly crossed his arms and smiled a bit waiting for his opponent to enter the arena.
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