Post by Markus Eckhardt on Oct 9, 2015 8:23:07 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'.]
"Knuckles" and Dan 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 a 10x10 cubic room with walls, a ceiling, and a floor made entirely of mirrors.
"Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! This crazy fuck ripped out his own hair for the win and took down one of our favorites, give it up for underdog AUSTIN HUUUUUNSTMAAAAN!" Winning against a crowd favorite did wonders for Knuckles, as now he had the crowd's support. "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! Just when we thought we've seen it all, this man won his last match despite falling unconscious, say hello to DAAAN THE CANADIAAAAN!" The audience was surprisingly silent when it came to Dan's introduction. They didn't know how to react to something like this. Who ever won via knockout on themselves?! "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
"Knuckles" and Dan 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 a 10x10 cubic room with walls, a ceiling, and a floor made entirely of mirrors.
"Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! This crazy fuck ripped out his own hair for the win and took down one of our favorites, give it up for underdog AUSTIN HUUUUUNSTMAAAAN!" Winning against a crowd favorite did wonders for Knuckles, as now he had the crowd's support. "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! Just when we thought we've seen it all, this man won his last match despite falling unconscious, say hello to DAAAN THE CANADIAAAAN!" The audience was surprisingly silent when it came to Dan's introduction. They didn't know how to react to something like this. Who ever won via knockout on themselves?! "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
