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Post by Tarch on Dec 7, 2018 15:10:25 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 80,000 Energy Setting: 20,000
“That’s right folks! If you can push this world renown sumo wrestling champion out of his circle, you will win all the zeni inside this here jar!” Tarch was walking around South City as per usual, trying to escape the utterly freezing winds up north. As he did he could not help but spot a crowd of people gathered around a particularly loud individual. A short sharply dressed man was showcasing another guy right next to him. This guy was huge, bulging muscles coated with more than a protective layer of fat. He wore just a regular pair of sweatpants and sneaker,s but opted to keep his shirt off despite the nippy weather, likely to show off his tanned muscles. As if that wasn’t meant to be intimidating enough, the wrestler was just smiling down at the passing gawkers with folded arms. “Come on folks! Only one thousand zeni to try it out! What’s that half a good lunch? Some pocket change? I spend more a day for snacks at the store! Come on give it a try!”
Tarch could hear many people laughing in defeat, complaining about already sore arms, or how they were clearly outmatched. The teen quickly dug through his pocket pulling out a small wad of zenni. About three thousand to be exact. He shrugged, what’s he got to lose? He’s already stronger than most people here anyway. He quickly pushed through the crowd making his way to the showboating duo. “Excuse me!” he pipped up waving a thousand in the air. “I’ll give it a try!” Naturally, everyone in the vicinity laughed at this scrawny looking kid wanting to push over an actual sumo champ. The wrestler himself kept his smile but gave his handler an inquisitory glance.
The announcer could barely contain his laughter as he gave his partner a confused shrug. “You sure kid? Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” Tarch nodded. “Alright then, slip that thousand in the jar and give it your best shot!”
So the half saiyan bounded over to the jar to add his cash to the winnings. The wrestler just stared down shaking his head. Tarch was just excited to not only win some easy money but more importantly have fun doing it. So he bent his knees to square up against the giant in front of him. Though he didn’t move at first. Tarch then looked back at the announcer. “I uh… I don’t have to take my shirt off too, do I?” Once again the crowd burst out laughing, even the sumo himself couldn't help but chuckle. Luckily he got to stay clothed in this match, good thing too. So now the boy was ready. He only needed a single push to show these guys not to judge a book by its cover. Feet planted, palms open, Tarch gave a two handed thrust, not only forcing his opponent out of his ring but flat on his back. “I’m sorry!” he called, worried he may have actually hurt him. “I thought you were going to try and push back! Are you ok?” Maybe he overdid it a bit.
Still, he did win, and the announcer as shocked he was was a good sport and handed the kid his prize. “Not yet!” called the wrestler as he quickly sprung to his feet. “One more go kid! Double or nothing only this time I DO push back!” Tarch nodded in agreement. If the crowd wasn’t speechless before they were absolutely gawking now as this little skinny kid wrestled an actual professional to the ground.
At first, the handler was mortified, however, a smirk crossed his lips as he had an idea pop into his head. “Hey, kid. How would you like to help us out?” Not twenty minutes later and Tarch was standing awkwardly inside the white ring, wearing only shorts and his usual tank top with his jacket tied around his waist to hide his tail. “That’s right folks! All you got to do is get this small kid out of his ring and all this zeni is yours!” This was not exactly how Tarch intended this day to go. All the attention he was now getting was making him stir uncomfortably, though all that served to do was make plenty of poor saps think they could easily push him down. Naturally, he stayed as still as a brick wall, earning the announcer and his currently deposed partner more money. Tarch just sighed, luckily he only agreed to do it for the day and no more. Now he just had to stop anyone from knocking him over. Definitely harder than it looks.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 18:35:53 GMT -6
Thread PL: 8,500
Defensive PL: 25,500 With an overprotective mother like Flampe, Oratoro was lucky to even get to WATCH fights like this, but with a few tugs and silent convincing Oratoro was able to get his own seat at the wrestling! Oratoro on his own probably contributed at least 30% percent of the crowd noise when anything hype happened. Flampe didn't always get to see Oratoro like this, or to be specific didn't see him excited enough to actually share his voice with the world! sure most of what he said was just yelling or complete gibberish but that was still a few leagues above not speaking at all. There weren't many things in the world that gave Oratoro the excitement he had shown today, most of this came from his desire for martial arts or to be specific...FIGHTING OTHERS! He was among the league of majins that didn't miss any meals but when faced with excitement like this he could barely bring himself to touch his popcorn.
The short pink majin would thrust his fist into the air with every smack, thrust or pummel. Despite being hyped up with energy from the announcer, the little majin couldn't help but cheer on the Champion- even if he himself was more of an underdog kind of fan- it just interested him to see the champion keep his title for as long as he could, since sometimes people always came up and seemed to put them down without even trying. Just as these thoughts were going through Oratoro's head he watched as another contestant walked up to the matt after it seemed there was a despair in the crowd that no one would want to attempt to step to the champion- if that had ended up lasting for too long he might have actually wanted the guy to lose! No one could be that scary! but there he was, the new challenger.
Taking a closer inspection of the lad that decided to step up to the challenge, Oratoro noticed they were pretty short- as a matter of fact they looked around his age. The majin would make an audible noise of confusion, his high pitched gibberish making a few other spectators chuckle in amusement. Oratoro was curious as to what this boy could possibly bring to the table. Ora listened closely to the small exchange between the boy and the announcer, everyone laughed when he asked if he needed to take his shirt off- Oratoro was surprised, he thought it was a pretty good question- but he decided to laugh along with everyone else to fit in well enough. When the fight finally started...it was over.
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Wait it was over? Wait what? "BLEH WHuah???" Oratoro would shout probably along with the rest of the crowd. The intrigued majin would thrust a hand forward spouting even more gibberish, assumably complaining that the match was uneventful and boring- there was no way that was a real thing was it??? Just as Oratoro was ready to demand back the money he hadn't spent a few strings were pulled here and there and suddenly that kid from before was now the champion that people had to challenge! His eyes fully widened that this was the reality of things, just as this transpired one of the other spectators tapped the young majins shoulder.
"Hey kiddo, you you should go up there and show that new blood who's boss- you look around the same age, I don't think anyone else wants to fight a kid anyway!" These words burrowed into the mind of the young majin, inspiring the pink musician to stand to his feet! He made a quick trip to his mother explaining the situation and getting the fair to enter the ring. Once he had done so the little majin tossed his Qipao off of his torso and tightened his head band, the pink flesh and slight chub to his belly for all to see! He was really getting into this whole thing.... He let out a battle cry, bring one leg up then slamming it back down before doing the same with the other leg- holding his arms apart like a Sumo Wrestler should and waiting for the go ahead to fight the other youngster across from him. Show him who's boss...yeah that'll do just nicely.
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Post by Tarch on Dec 14, 2018 18:43:46 GMT -6
It was a good idea in theory, but in practice, not many people were willing to try and wrestle a kid. The few that did give it a try were usually out within seconds. It soon became widespread that this seemingly scrawny kid was no literal pushover. Tarch just sighed, hoping that the day would end soon and he wouldn't actually hurt anyone. “What’s this folks? Looks like another little kid wants to give it a try, this one even smaller!” Tarch perked up a bit, a little confused. It was a small majin, familiar looking as well. Unlike the saiyan though this guy was more into the whole wrestler vibe.
Tarch gave his opponent a smile. Even with his senses on the fritz still, he could tell this was no ordinary match. Like many majins the teen met, this one was far more powerful than the average human. “Alright then! Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Tarch raised his own leg up to slam to the ground, a little less forceful than his opponent. “Here I come pink boy!” With that, the boy lunged towards the majin, arms outstretched and ready for a real tug of war. Of course, Tarch figured his current strength was more than enough, letting the little blob get a good push or two in but ultimately falling short.
To the half saiyan’s surprise though as he locked hands with the majin, he was as steady as a rock, not budging from his corner of the ring. Tarch’s smile grew, realizing that this would be an even better match than he expected. “You’re really tough little guy,” Tarch grunted trying to push his opponent down, hoping to use his height to his advantage. “I’m Tarch, what’s your name?” Tarch panted mid wrestle.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 19:40:16 GMT -6
Stepping into the ring, of course Oratoro only saw it right to let the other boy get the first move- as far as his intentions of approaching in the first place- intended to scoop the other boy right out of the circle. As the other boy spoke the majin would keep an intense look on his face, not out of actual malice or anger- but simply to show that he was taking this match seriously! As much as Oratoro loved making friends- it would of course become evident that he wouldn't be able to fully reply to Tarch introducing himself due to that pesky limitation of his, being unable to actually voice real words.
The majin puffed his cheeks before opening his mouth- getting the bare minimum of the words he could put together coherently. "OrrrAh!" He'd shout back at the boy. Whether Tarch would be able to recognize that it was indeed his name he replied with or a simple battle cry was yet to be seen and Ora couldn't really be bothered to care. Oratoro tried to advance, forward- clenching his teeth together and cheeks turning a shade of red as he tried to push his strength over Tarch's moving his feet forward to try and make him slide back with all of his might.
The boy was actually a lot tougher than Ora would have ever expected. He took in another huff of air and inflated his chest! pushing against the half saiyan to try and get a little control over the situation- with the way things were now that boy was going to remain in control and Ora wouldn't be able to push him anywhere. With the inflation of his chest and the ever so obvious difference in height between Tarch and Ora- the balloon of a majin would probably have his soft figure pushing up against Tarches neck, making it a bit uncomfortable for him to keep his eyes focused on the majin- if he had been able to at all.
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Post by Tarch on Dec 17, 2018 17:33:53 GMT -6
It seemed as though to two were at a stalemate. Tarch couldn’t push the little majin out of the ring, but the retaliating pushes weren’t enough to send Tarch out either. The teen was smiling, the confusion from the crowd only fueling his excitement. “Incredible folks! Tarch has taken down full grown adults, and now a child is pushing him to a complete standstill! Guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover right?!” The crowd agreed, each murmuring about how a little pink blob smaller than Tarch could keep up so easily. A few thought the teenager was just holding back against a smaller opponent. They weren’t entirely wrong. Tarch wasn’t holding back, but he had yet to give it his all.
The only downside was the majin had yet to introduce himself, or at least it seemed like it. Instead, he just gave a loud bellow, likely just a war cry. Though something did feel off about it. Most people would try to push harder right as they shouted, whereas the majin waited a moment. How young was this kid?! Tarch smirked, “Ora huh? Well,” he grunted, trying to push forward, “It’s nice to meet you Ora!”
Once introductions were out of the way, Ora was ready to push back, but not just with his hands. The little bubblegum boy blew up like a balloon, pushing himself into Tarch’s chin, making it nearly impossible to look down at his opponent. This let the majin get a few steps in. “What’s this?! Tarch is actually being pushed back?! Looks like the little guy may get the prize money after all!” The hybrid in question wasn’t worried, he still just smiled as best he could at Ora. “We’ll see about that.” He wasn’t going to go all out yet, maybe give about three quarters of his power. Taking a big stomp, Tarch would try to push back the inflated majin.
Energy Setting to 30,000
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2018 23:45:19 GMT -6
Ora was having enough trouble against this half saiyan as things were without him even when their power was somewhat balanced scale- but soon enough that became a difference and not in Oratoro's favor. The majin widened his eyes- the saiyan pushed back and even with all the effort Oratoro was putting forward it didn't change anything! Ora couldn't believe it, it felt like he was trying to push a wall that was apart of the ground beneath. It didn't matter how many steps Ora tried to take forward he would find himself sliding backwards over and over.
Oratoro would deflate his chest and clench his teeth together- it didn't look like he was going to get anymore leverage playing this game like an ordinary joe anymore...not counting the chest puffing of course. Oratoro knew his feet would reach out the ring soon if he kept on how he was so he decided to put his majin physiology to work, walking his feet forward between the saiyan boys legs and letting his waist and legs reach all the way to the other side of the ring.
Ora couldn't help but smile- now no matter how much power Tarch put forward if he continued it wouldn't be Ora that would be outside of the ring, it would be Tarch's own feet- with this new development Oratoro found himself with a newfound confidence and competitive spirit. He'd stick out his tongue at the saiyan in belief that he now had the upper hand- even if Tarch was stronger on a physical level, he could never measure up to the flexibility and the proportion advantages of a majin!
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Post by Tarch on Dec 23, 2018 13:36:18 GMT -6
Once again the little pink majin proved to be a rather cunning opponent. Tarch yelped at first both nearly falling over and thinking he actually hurt his opponent. Luckily Ora was fine, better than fine even. The little sneak walked the bottom half of his body to the other side of the ring, leaving Tarch to wrestle with the top half. The hybrid smiled, trying his best not to fall face first into failure. He looked over to the announcer with a question in mind. “Hey, I can push with any part of my body right?” The referee gave it some thought but nodded, thinking this would just provide a better show for the viewers. Not to mention it was only fair to let the seemingly human fighter pull a few tricks if Ora could literally turn himself into taffy.
The half saiyan chuckled, an idea forming. “Alright then!” See Tarch could try going full power and bulldoze the poor majin. However, then he would risk another tricky maneuver throwing him off balance and ultimately out of the ring. So instead of harder, Tarch had to fight smarter. With that in mind, he let his tail loose from the band on his shorts. The crowd was suddenly shouting in a combination of pleasant surprise and groans of defeat. “No wonder this kid did so well folks! Looks like we had a saiyan among us the entire time!”
Now smirking, said saiyan went from pushing to pulling. Of course, it likely wouldn’t serve to send a majin off balance long enough to do anything, but hopefully, it would allow Tarch to move back enough to wrap his tail around Ora’s ankle and push that out of bounds. Even if his little tail trick should fail, Tarch would at least try and use it to keep his feet busy.
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