Post by Markus Eckhardt on Oct 25, 2015 8:38:04 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'.]
Allen Hollows & "Knuckles" would both be led down separate hallways by women in white coats. It was requested that they be barefoot for this fight. The halls were dark, barely illuminated by the light bulbs that flickered from the ceiling. Not a word would be uttered from their guides throughout the duration of the walk, but the further they went, the more the crowd's roaring outside became audible. Both contestants would be led to doors at the end of their respective hallways, and once opened, they would see their arena... a 10x10 square room with a five-foot rotating pole located at the center of each quadrant. Each of these rotating poles was equipped with blades that stuck out anywhere from six-eighteen inches, to maim the combatants. Additionally, there appeared to be holes at the top of the ceiling, though the tiny things didn't have any evident use.
"Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! The Hollows boy who continues to surprise us! Not only did he defeat our RIOT favorite from round one, he beat the man who defeated his sister! Can we get a nice warm welcome for ALLEN HOLLOOOOWS?!" Once again, Allen received nothing but boos. He fought like the crowd wanted, but no one could support a man who was entirely against their sponsor. In the final round, they wanted to see him beaten to a bloody pulp, and that much was obvious. "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! I hear these two have some history! The underdog versus the dog we all want to see six feet under, say hello to AUUUSTIIIIIIN HUUUUNTSMAAAAAN!" Unlike Allen, Austin was met with entirely cheerful responses. It was easy to be the crowd favorite when your opponent garnered nothing but responses of contempt. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! Give us the show of your lives! Can we end with the best fight we've ever seen?! That's for you two to decide! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
Allen Hollows & "Knuckles" would both be led down separate hallways by women in white coats. It was requested that they be barefoot for this fight. The halls were dark, barely illuminated by the light bulbs that flickered from the ceiling. Not a word would be uttered from their guides throughout the duration of the walk, but the further they went, the more the crowd's roaring outside became audible. Both contestants would be led to doors at the end of their respective hallways, and once opened, they would see their arena... a 10x10 square room with a five-foot rotating pole located at the center of each quadrant. Each of these rotating poles was equipped with blades that stuck out anywhere from six-eighteen inches, to maim the combatants. Additionally, there appeared to be holes at the top of the ceiling, though the tiny things didn't have any evident use.
"Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! The Hollows boy who continues to surprise us! Not only did he defeat our RIOT favorite from round one, he beat the man who defeated his sister! Can we get a nice warm welcome for ALLEN HOLLOOOOWS?!" Once again, Allen received nothing but boos. He fought like the crowd wanted, but no one could support a man who was entirely against their sponsor. In the final round, they wanted to see him beaten to a bloody pulp, and that much was obvious. "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! I hear these two have some history! The underdog versus the dog we all want to see six feet under, say hello to AUUUSTIIIIIIN HUUUUNTSMAAAAAN!" Unlike Allen, Austin was met with entirely cheerful responses. It was easy to be the crowd favorite when your opponent garnered nothing but responses of contempt. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! Give us the show of your lives! Can we end with the best fight we've ever seen?! That's for you two to decide! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
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