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Post by Hale on Jan 29, 2019 16:17:27 GMT -6
An open thread for all tag tournament participants In the center of the Diablo Desert stood the large structure of the Muscle Tower, but a new structure was taking shape around it. In a large square that spread out nearly half a mile was a large cement wall being built by a construction crew and within it pieces were being dropped in by helicopter that looked like giant squares made to lay flush with the wall. Hale had began to build a platform similar in style to that of the Budokai Tenkaichi stage but considerably taller, measuring around twenty feet with a large drop off to the outside. At the center was the large tower and directly around it a round set of bleachers were being built, rising up at an angle much like the tower itself. One side of the seats and large platform was finished while a construction crew worked on the other. Up above were helicopters for two different stations that had gotten wind of the tournament, mostly from Hale badgering them about it, and had come to see the stage being built and anyone else that might show up. Hale was standing on top of his tower holding a microphone and pointed up towards one of the helicopters at both had cameras pointed at him for a live feed. "Hellooooooo Earth! This is the Mountain of Muscle himself, Hale!" Turning and waving his arm out across the desert where the stage was being built, he started to talk up the stage and tournament. "This here is the tournament grounds for upcoming Mega Muscle Tag Tournament, and as you can see, it is rather large. This will be the single largest tournament grounds in the history of Earth, accommodating even the largest Oozaru and then some." The cameras panned over the area to show just how large it really was, even showing the crew still working on the other side, then back to Hale. " In just days some of Earth's and even the universes strong fighters will come here to match up with mystery partners to take on a team just as new to one another. At this time, I will be drawing the teams live for all of you watching so you will find out at the same time as the participants folks!" Both cameras zoomed in on a table sitting next to Hale, and behind it a large board with an empty bracket. "Alright folks, let's get this started shall we!" Reaching down and punching a large button on the table the first two slots for the first team started to quickly flash names onto it, then the second slot for the second team began to do the same. After a moment of watching, Hale smacked the button and the four slots stopped. "Now that's a matchup folks. Can't say I'm familiar with everyone here myself, but I recognize some of these names. We have Ramen & Kalabas versus Nashua and Kohlra! Now that is going to be hard hitting!" Over and over again Hale would hit the button and up on the board the names appeared, until all the names were filled in, the teams were decided, and the matchups posted. "Well there you have it, we have our matchups and teams.", pointing towards the board as the cameras both zoomed in to look over the names, as a ticker ran at the bottom of the screen constantly running to show the matchups and teams. "The participants will no doubt be showing up soon, well minus myself of course, and it will be kicking off in no time. Are you ready world?" pointing his mic towards one helicopter camera, then the other, winking to both and dropping the mic as where he was standing at the top of the tower began to lower with Hale until he disappeared, then the floor raised back up and the roof closed. @watanabekyabe SaizomaruKaronYanwangMajin BloomRamenFroreReece MatsuoYangcongNashiChromoTarchSynthesiaTeboolehNashuaKohlraKalabooOm-YoguGaronPre game basically. Feel free to mingle, spar, whatever. Basically the stage is massive and still being built, chance to meet up with people a few days before the tournament. Think of this as the In Character moment that the teams were announced. You all would have received an invitation with direction to the location to find, feel free to rp out how you received it and so on.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2019 16:53:30 GMT -6
The sight of helicopters, as well as the notably large arena, had long since given Kyabe the clues he required to know that he had arrived where he needed to be. "Hehe! I gotta say, I AM kinda excited to get a headstart in this whole tournament thing. Mom and Pop are okay with it, I'm okay with it...it's perfect. I just hope I don't totally get creamed, first round, hehe!" Kyabe thought to himself, zipping along the sky and descending into the Muscle Tower's area of ordinance for fighters and combatants. As he descended in and took in the scene, he, of course, saw Hale and the many cameras pointed onto the man...alien? Man, nonetheless. A smile decorated Kyabe's face as Hale spoke, and he announced the very first matchup. Kalabas and Ramen versus Nashua and Kohlra. He had no idea who three of the four people were in that lineup, but in a way, he had already known it was going to be a destructive, jam-packed, action-centered battle! That said, excitement riddled his bones and flushed through his veins. He couldn't wait to see who HE was up against and who his partner in battle was!
Now waiting in the still being built crowds, the youth crossed his arms and happily awaited the other fighters. He'd hope he could get a few training matches in, maybe learn some extra techniques here and there while the tourney was being finalized...!
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Post by Nashi on Jan 29, 2019 20:48:45 GMT -6
In the middle of some desert was some tower that wasn’t nearly as another bigger, taller, better and probably stronger Tower. But it was cool too anyway, for it was built by a friend of Nashi. This tower did have something that Nashi’s didn’t, though, and that was a whole arena built beside it! Perfect, Nashi recognised, for whoopin’ some opponents!
Nashi looked around: Kyabe was already around, and it was good to see his students doing stuff like this even though they definitely wouldn’t win. If Hale looked towards him he’d give a proud look; after all, he’d accomplished quite a lot, and was having a great deal of fun with it too!
Wait… He played the first match announcement over again in his head. Ramen and Kalabas versus Nashua and Kohira, I think he said. He didn’t recognise half of those, but the other half? Ramen and Nashua… from the attack on the Lookout! He hoped Nashua won that one but somehow wasn’t so sure. No matter. He’d have to defeat the evil Ramen if it came to it… unlike last time.
Not that it'll impact anything or have any bearing, but: 210,000PL
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Post by Reece Matsuo on Jan 30, 2019 11:08:20 GMT -6
[PL: 12,404]
Sluuuurrrp! The rumbling of the cup bubbled as Reece attempted to get whatever liquid was left in his cool beverage. "Ahhh, man it's so damn hot out here..." He adjusted his sunglasses, the suns glare reflecting off them. He was adorned in a white tank top and sweats, showing off his sturdy form. Lazily, he tossed his empty cup aside and took a moment to admire the stadium. The movie star smirked, excited to get into another martial arts tournament. He hasn't been in one in quite a while, so this was quite refreshing.
Reece looked over his shoulder to observe his opponents. Much to his surprise, there seemed to be a minor waiting about! "Don't tell me he's here to actually compete..." He muttered to himself. The somewhat famed actor trotted over to the boy, looking down at him. "Hey kid~" Reece ran his fingers through his own head of hair, trying to conversate without being rude. "You waiting around for the bleachers to finish up? Or are you here to eh, compete?" He smiled warmly. "If it's the latter, good luck kiddo. But don't push yourself too hard. I don't think anyone here is going to take it easy and won't hesitate to use more extreme measures of force if need be. Some crazy folks might even enjoy that..." He mumbled the last part, but shook his head. "Anyways, just keep a level head and know when you're out of your league."
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Post by Chromo on Jan 30, 2019 20:22:36 GMT -6
THE STAGE IS SET
CHROMO'S PL: 75,000
Chromo couldn't just let a tournament fly under his radar. Not when he had to keep his winning streak going! The bug licked away at a cone of stawberry ice cream in his fingerless hands, buzzing around a few construction workers and eyeing a helicopter soaring above. This looked a bigger than the Tournament of Beauty he participated in awhile back, that was for sure! The bug chittered happily to himself, briefly flying in the way of and waving to one of the cameras before darting off again. Chromo's gaze soon trailed again, now to a small crowd that had gathered below. Maybe they were other fighters? Well, if that was the case, he had to warn them about how badly they were going to lose to him!
"Hey, NERDS!" Chromo's obnoxious voice called from above. He bolted down, perching right on top of Reece's head if not stopped, still holding his ice cream. "Are you guys in the tournament also, or are you just here to watch me kick butt later?" The child grinned wide, putting two of his six limbs on his hips. "Well, I'll have you all know I'm the returning champion from the Tournament of Beauty! That means I'm gonna beat everyone!" The boasting continued, and the chipper beetle still grinned. There was a cat guy, the black-haired dude he was sitting on top of, and another Saiyan. Chromo felt Kyabe was a little familiar, but couldn't recognize him since he was in-costume last time they'd met. "...I mean, the final round in that other tournament totally sucked, though. The dumb lady I was fighting ran off! It was VERY rude!! Like, YEESH!"
"Buuuuut, yeah! Who're you guys fighting?" He'd respond again, hopping off Reece's head to buzz around. "Me and my buddy Tarch are against, uh..." Chromo glanced to the board, narrowing his eyes in concentration. "Reeces-something and... Salsamaro?" Those were weird names. That was also probably because he butchered their pronunciation.
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Post by Tebooleh on Jan 30, 2019 22:58:38 GMT -6
Tebooleh had arrived that morning. He'd wanted to watch the arena's construction... and be one of the first to see the match-ups for this "tag-team" tournament. He himself had signed up for a spot in the roster as soon as he'd heard about the whole thing. Not for glory, cash, or whatever prize there was at the end. He didn't care one wit for that sort of material reward. What he hoped for was the chance to mingle and battle with more powerful fighters. Perhaps find new teachers and training partners.
But it had been a bit of a wait before everyone else arrived. So the tri-clops had found a nice, shady spot near the construction area... and meditated. He'd focused and focused, trying to block the world out. He'd succeeded quite well at doing so. So well that he might have fallen asleep. He did manage to awaken riiiiight before Hale made his announcement, as he'd been roused by the sounds of helicopters and fireworks.
Once all of the teams had been announced, he winced. Not because of who he had been paired up with, he had no idea who "Yogu" was. However, he and Kyabe would be meeting on opposite sides of the battlefield. He had felt the boy's energy... and the teen was still far below his own power. Perhaps if he took things easy on him when their match began...
Before said match could begin, he decided to go and meet up with Kyabe... After a short while of combing and navigating through the crowd that had gathered, he caught sight of the excitable teen. The boy was not alone. He was receiving advice from a familiar face... One that Tebooleh may have sent crashing into a scrap heap once. While man in the thawb wasn't wearing the mask of Saladdhin, he was still wearing the same outfit. He had the same voice. Had this other man come to join the tournament? Would he connect the dots.
He was left frozen and staring. His eyes were unfocused, but they were all pointed in the direction of Reece and Kyabe. His brows were furrowed, his lips were drawn into a tight grimace. And his arms slowly crossed themselves. After a few moments of silently staring, he resolved to maybe go meet with his partner in the tournament first. Yes, a good plan. Especially with the interruption of the little bug boy. A blessing in disguise. Tebooleh turned and began to search for his partner. This "Yogu" character. Hopefully he wouldn't be insufferable.
Tebooleh's PL Be: 35,000
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Post by Majin Bloom on Jan 31, 2019 11:40:35 GMT -6
Bloom’s PL: 32,000 | 96,000
Ki Suppression: Active
(Reads as 5,000)
After the whole Muscle Tower thing in the desert, Bloom didn’t think that she would visit again. She tended to drift from place to place. The only places she went back to were the major cities and the tournament grounds down south. She wondered if she had managed to circle the globe yet. Shrugging to herself, Bloom glanced down at the invitation that she had received at her cabana. It didn’t come in the usual way. The post office had elected to send her mail via some kind of robot bird thing. Maybe it had to do with the new president being the head of a robotics company. Either way, she’d gotten her invitation to the tournament. Bloom had met her partner in passing only once before at Satan City. That didn’t exactly bring up the best of memories. She wondered what Synthesia or even the rest of the Pride Troopers thought of her for that outburst. She had never really confronted anyone about it who had been there. Heh. She really did like to avoid troublesome things, didn’t she? Bloom lay on top of one of the sides of the tournament arena, kind of keeping out of the way. Hale was doing his announcer thing. She really hadn’t taken him to be the showy type. Guess with a tower like that you had to be. She was surprised to find that she knew or had heard of a lot of the competitors. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to become a regular at tournaments. Her eyes wandered to the other contestants. There was Kyabe. He was participating? Good for him. Also that cat guy from a while ago. He was pretty strong...that’d be tough to beat. Some guy was talking to Kyabe. She thought she recognized him but couldn’t really place him. It wasn’t someone she had met in person though. She was pretty good at remembering those guys. Then there was a bug. A loud bug. Bloom wasn’t sure how else to describe it, but it was pretty strong. Oh, hey, Tebooleh too? Or Three Eyes. That was much easier. She didn’t see her partner yet. Maybe she should mingle? Wouldn’t be bad. She just had to keep her power level around Kyabe’s own. She didn’t wanna give anything away. Floating down and plopping next to Kyabe and the guy, Bloom managed to catch the tail end of their conversation. Something about being out of his league. Well, she couldn’t really argue that, but she didn’t get any stronger by staying in her league. Bloom gave a little wave to them both. “Yo… Kyabe, you’re here too…? How have you been…? And uh… I guess hi to you too… guy…?”
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Post by Garon on Jan 31, 2019 18:29:03 GMT -6
The Stage Is Set!
PL: 51,030 | (x4) Hydrogan: ONDiablo Desert. Another hot, useless wasteland that Garon actively avoided being in... at least, for the most part. Just like Fortuneteller's, the place was unbearably hot, and being stuck in a metal suit of armor didn't help ease that in the slightest. But for today, and only today, he'd put up with it. Besides, today was different - today, he was going to participate in a fighting tournament. But not just any fighting tournament, no, this one was being broadcasted. And to make things even more interesting, it had a gimmick.
It was the same as any other martial arts tourney, but instead of just proving his own strength, he'd have to work with a partner to take down his enemies. In fact, he was about to see who his partner was. A large board with a fighter-less bracket began to fill itself with names, and the Doragon perked up when he noticed one of the names there. "Kalabas? Wasn't that was the Stromboli guy from Fortuneteller's Desert? What's he doing here?", he pondered. The Doragon decided it'd be best to save it for when he met him in the ring. Garon was hoping that he'd be stuck with someone that he knew, but as the teams and matchups revealed themselves, he was...
"Who the hell is FANG?!" Disappointed, to say the least.
"Absolutely ridiculous.", Garon thought to himself. "It's hot as hell out here, and to make matters worse I'm stuck with some idiot named 'Fang'. Who even names their kid that, anyway?". Perhaps "Fang" was just an alias that he went by... that, or he had a really crappy childhood. He began to wonder what this "Fang" person might look like, and it was then when he realized something. "Well, if I'm stuck with him, I guess I should go find him or something.".
With that, he turned his attention away from the board with the matches and towards the small crowd that was beginning to gather. None of them really looked like a "Fang" to him. There was a kid that looked about his age, a Nashi, some weird dude with glasses, a small bug... thing, some edgy cloak-wearing guy, and a Majin girl. Garon took a shot in the dark and guessed that bug was Fang. After all, the thing did seem a bit on the immature side. "Fang" could've been a crappy hero alias, or something (not that Garon was in any position to talk about bad hero names.)
The Doragon approached the group, fully armored as to not reveal his identity. "Alright, which one of you is 'Fang'?", he asked. "...'cause I'm probably stuck with one of you for the rest of this tournament.".
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Post by Kalaboo on Jan 31, 2019 20:20:52 GMT -6
Kalabas’ cushy little palace smack dab in the torrid heart of Diablo Desert was fairly close to Muscle Tower, for some time now the duke had roused every morning and glanced at the ever-growing construction with ever-dwindling interest, it soon became just another blurred detail in the far horizon, its sheer magnitude never registering in his head until the day of the Tag Team meet-up/set-up thingamajig came. Now that he looked at it up-close he had to admit that the Tower was, in fact, enormous. For an earthling structure, that is. Earth was a small planet - just like the aspirations of its people - so he couldn’t help but to think of Muscle Tower, along with its fighting grounds, as respectful if ultimately fruitless attempts to bring some grandeur to an otherwise humble ball of mud. In truth, Kalabas was a just little jealous, but he didn’t show it as he softly landed some feet away from the other fighters, all tall and as mighty as ever.
As soon as he landed he was swarmed. All around him were cameras, boom mics, phones, tape recorders, jingles, jangles, screams, questions, shouts, and praises and accusations and blatant lies! Such was the life of a nobleman born to celebrity.
Wherever Kalabas went the flashing swarm of media people followed, tabloid journalists mostly, who were oddly inquisitive about the Duke’s love life, and lack thereof. Their excitement was met with glares and idle threats, but they were used to grumpy saiyan tactics. The poor sap relented and answered to some of the less inane questions, things like why he was on Earth, whether he was representing the upper classes of the Kingdom, his opinion on the new queen… New queen? He’d look into that later, but for now he’d tell to the reporter that the crown had made its choice, whatever that was supposed to mean... Before Kalabas was forced to explain his nonsense several saibamen sprouted around him. With glares and cackles they drove the mob away, allowing their master some breathing room.
So, Vocado finally lost his titles. A shame really, he was finally beginning to like the bastard. Perhaps the two of them should have a talk, as Kalabas was certain the situation could prove extremely useful to himself if he played his cards right… Lost in thought, a saibaman had to tug at Kalabas’ sash and point at the screen above so he'd return to the real world. “Ramen…!?” That auburn witch was his teammate!? He sighed in annoyance and looked around in search of her, finding only people whose faces he could barely recall and others he could have sworn he had bumped it once or twice while on his way to the base. Some of them were actually… not that overwhelming powerful!
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Post by Om-Yogu on Feb 2, 2019 1:32:41 GMT -6
Yogu's PL: 108,000
The Diablo Desert really was the worst. The endless box of sand that he was flying through was hot, sandy, and there was nothing to do! " Ah, come on... I'm not even halfway through this place... This suuuucks!" Yogu had arrived at the desert about five or six hours earlier and had been flying since. Needless to say, the fledgling fighter was tired. " Alright... I'm almost there. At least I packed a lot of water this time." Yogu began to speed up as the massive tower came into view. It had a giant stage above it, which was still in construction. " Man, this Hale guy is really going all out, huh? He seemed like the type that made big promises but didn't follow through on them. I guess my first meeting with him wasn't too positive so that's probably affecting my viewpoint." Yogu had been thinking about how he treated others recently. Had he been coming off really aggressive this whole time and not realizing it? Well, it was something he could work on during this tournament. " Hmm... Let's see... I sense Nashi, Garon, Chromo, and that masked Saiyan from before." Yogu remembered his encounter with the masked Saiyan well, and how it ended with him fighting a super saiyan. His body hadn't fully recovered yet, so it probably wasn't the best idea to come to the tournament. " Aw, I'll be fine! Besides, how could I miss out on my first REAL tournament!" Although the one in Heaven was technically a real tournament, it wasn't much of one when all the weaker fighters kept getting blown away early on. It had just ended up feeling like a really intense sparring match between martial artists. " Oh yeah! I should suppress my energy! If it seems like I'm super weak, whoever I'm up against will definitely be easy to surprise." Yogu stops flying for a moment and focuses. It had been really difficult for Yogu to learn to suppress his ki, especially since his entire fighting style revolves around just letting his ki run wild. But if he was able to focus hard enough, he was able to make it appear much smaller. " ...There! Alright, guess I should hurry up, I don't have a watch on me but I'm probably already late!" Yogu uses [UT1] Ki Suppression! PL is suppressed to 1.
Yogu picks up the pace, by a lot! He blasts forward and comes to a screeching halt just in front of all the fighters. " WOAH! Hey, did I make it in time?!" Yogu looks around, before spotting the bracket that Hale had just put up. " Alright! Made it just in time! Let's see..." Yogu was hoping to get either Nashi or Garon as a teammate, but that didn't seem to happen. Instead, he got some guy who he's never heard of. " HEY! ANYONE HERE NAMED TEBOOLEH? WE'RE TEAMMATES!" Yogu lands on the ground and starts walking through the crowd. Using energy sensing, he finds the first person he wanted to talk to. Garon. He comes up behind him and pats him on the back. " Hey! Garon! I was hoping I'd see you here! Listen, the both of us better get far in this tournament, alright? I want a rematch from what happened in Heaven." It was weird, Yogu would never say he's friends with Garon, but he thought of them as rivals of some sort. At the very least, staying ahead of that suit of his was one of the many reasons he trained. Next was Nashi. He weaved his way through the crowd again, before finding himself in front of his feline friend. " Yo, Nashi! Sucks we couldn't be on a team, huh? I'm gonna get you back for what happened in Heaven though, alright? So you better not lose early on!" Yogu turns and walks away. " Alright, now to find whoever this Tebooleh guy is." Yogu was a little anxious about the tournament. The tournament in Heaven wasn't being nationally televised, and it would be pretty embarrassing to lose in the first match on TV. Not only that, but he pretty much challenged the two strongest people he knew. " I'm gonna beat them this time! I haven't started slacking off since we came back to Earth, and I'm gonna prove it!"
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CHROMO - THE BEST BUG
