Post by Markus Eckhardt on Oct 9, 2015 8:11:28 GMT -5
[OoC: Lock your stats in your first post. The stats you begin the tournament with are the stats you will end the tournament with. No items of any kind, and no Qi allowed. Participants must post within 24 hours of each other. Failure to do so leads to disqualification. If there is no clear winner within five days of the fight being posted, it will be decided by Staff through a grading rubric. This is a no holds barred fight, so if you feel the need to break some limbs, you go ahead and break some limbs. Post your entrance in the first round, and go ahead and start fighting as soon as you like. Let's get crackin'.]
Dawn and Sebastian Ruthkowski would be led to the exit of the waiting room at the request that they wear no shoes, and both would be taken down opposite paths by women in white coats. The paths were dark hallways, lit only by flickering LED bulbs hanging from the ceiling, that stretched on for what seemed like forever. It would become evident that they were nearing the end of the pathway, however, as the roar of the crowd grew louder and louder with each passing moment, with every step they took. Finally, the two would come to doorways that, once opened, would reveal bridges that led to a cage, suspended 20 feet above ground with barbed wire fencing - the cage itself was, roughly, a 10x10 cube. Once crossed, these bridges would collapse, leaving the fighters stranded inside.
"Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! The lady none of us expected to make it past round one, this devious diva managed to make her opponent splat just moments before herself, CHRISTAAAA LAAANGFOOOORD!" With a win under her belt, Christa was gaining fan support, and it was obvious by the booming cheers she received. If she really listened, she could hear someone shouting "TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!" "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! One of our favorites, this man never ceases to amaze us - the one, the only, SEBASTIAAAN RUUUUTHKOOOOOWWWSKIIIIIIIIII!" Like Dawn, Sebastian was met with nothing but applause. However, his applause nearly caused the arena to implode from the sheer volume. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
Dawn and Sebastian Ruthkowski would be led to the exit of the waiting room at the request that they wear no shoes, and both would be taken down opposite paths by women in white coats. The paths were dark hallways, lit only by flickering LED bulbs hanging from the ceiling, that stretched on for what seemed like forever. It would become evident that they were nearing the end of the pathway, however, as the roar of the crowd grew louder and louder with each passing moment, with every step they took. Finally, the two would come to doorways that, once opened, would reveal bridges that led to a cage, suspended 20 feet above ground with barbed wire fencing - the cage itself was, roughly, a 10x10 cube. Once crossed, these bridges would collapse, leaving the fighters stranded inside.
"Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! The lady none of us expected to make it past round one, this devious diva managed to make her opponent splat just moments before herself, CHRISTAAAA LAAANGFOOOORD!" With a win under her belt, Christa was gaining fan support, and it was obvious by the booming cheers she received. If she really listened, she could hear someone shouting "TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!" "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! One of our favorites, this man never ceases to amaze us - the one, the only, SEBASTIAAAN RUUUUTHKOOOOOWWWSKIIIIIIIIII!" Like Dawn, Sebastian was met with nothing but applause. However, his applause nearly caused the arena to implode from the sheer volume. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
