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Post by Polbo on Nov 13, 2018 22:12:50 GMT -6
It was time for the final battle of round one! Polbo walked out onto the arena grounds, with the cheering crowd doubtlessly looking forward to what this match would have to offer. "We've got ourselves a nice duo up against each other for the grand finale of round one!" Polbo stated into her microphone excitedly, turning her attention over to the big screen that hung over the stadium as it started to flash some nifty graphics. "Allow me to introduce you to our two fighters for this battle!" The woman exclaimed as she pointed her finger up at the screen while the portraits and names of the opponents popped up onto the jumbotron.
"We have two Saiyan warriors in combat today!" Polbo announced to the excited listeners, "First up is Cress, a determined and powerful Saiyan right from the Kingdom itself! And he'll be facing Tarch, a young but strong and peppy Saiyan who seems eager to prove his strength!" Polbo walked across the tournament grounds and off the battlefield, where she could watch safely, and made one last announcement into the microphone. "Make sure you two give us a good show for the final round, boys! Let the battle commence!"
TAGS: Tarch | Cress
OOC NOTES: best kid vs best merc
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Post by Tarch on Nov 15, 2018 9:25:35 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 76,000
A young half saiyan teenager was pacing around in his corner, waiting to jump as soon as his name was called. He was going up against Cress, someone who he had gone up against twice, but both times didn’t really count as fights. The first time they met, the younger saiyan was too inexperienced to really much of anything. Then his heart simply wasn’t in it after seeing the older saiyan standing over a war scene. This time though, this time the two could finally go all out no holds barred and nothing holding Tarch back.
The teen nearly bolted out the door when the host called out Cress’ name but was luckily saved the embarrassment when he caught himself on the door. He just hoped no one saw his leg poking out. Tarch was dress in his usual clothes, though a pair of black skin tight pants protruded from underneath his shorts. Underneath his regular human clothes he wore his saiyan armor, just in case he would need something a little bigger. Finally, his name was called.
Tarch strut out of his corner into the arena. His fear was more or less concealed, though very much betrayed by his nervously flicking tail. Luckily he was barraged with a roar of cheers, likely for both him and his opponent, but at least they weren’t booing. The boy gave a quick scan of the audience, sensing the three most familiar energy sources he could find. His human parents came to watch their son either get beaten or hopefully beat someone else. Even his grandfather, the former martial arts champion himself was there, looking almost teary eyed. Seeing their beaming faces and cheering mouths was enough to calm the youth down. With his newfound confidence, Tarch peeled of his signature jacket and tossed it to the side with a dramatic flair.
“Well Mr. Cress, I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a proper fight before. But now I promise you. I’m not gonna hold back this time!” Tarch was ready to give it his all.
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Post by Polbo on Nov 24, 2018 4:17:12 GMT -6
Well, this was... Awkward. Polbo had been watching from the judge's box with a frown for more than enough time, and eventually walked out onto the arena with a confused expression upon her face. "Um," she mumbled, feeling all the eyes of the people who'd paid to see a good fight fall upon her. After how exciting and exhilarating all of the previous matches had been, no doubt the crowd was looking forward to the final match of the first round to be pulse pounding and a nail biter to spectate. Especially a battle between two Saiyans, a race known through the galaxy for the prowess when it came to combat. But, in the end, only one fighter had even bothered to show up, namely, the Saiyan teenager named Tarch.
When the Earthling reached the center of the stadium, she lifted her mic up to her mouth and began to speak. "Well, it seems, that, uh, the Saiyan fighter known as Cress was unable to make it, today," she explained into the microphone, "So, unfortunately, we'll have to declare his lack of presence as a resounding forfeit." She gestured towards the slightly shorter but infinitely more powerful teenager, and declared, "That makes Tarch our winner who will be moving onto round two! Everybody give the little guy a big hand for, uh, showing up! Hooray!" There was a hesitant and obviously disappointed applause from the audience, though there wasn't much anybody could do about it if Cress just plain didn't show up. Oh, well. Round two wouldn't start for some days, so there was plenty of time to get things in proper order.
For now, Polbo needed a damn nap.
TAGS: Tarch | Cress
OOC NOTES: Tarch moves onto round two!
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