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Post by Mister Steel on Sept 15, 2023 15:01:24 GMT -5
Crowds gathered in the bleachers around the courtyard that had been designated as the "ring" for a special fight. Most were from East City, but there were quite a few martial-arts enthusiasts from the Rocky North, as well. Humans, Namekians, Saiyans, a Tuffle or two, and even a Majin were all in the crowd, making noise and chattering about the upcoming event. Some had signs, some had custom shirts, some had official merch bought from the stand out by the Orin Temple's front gates. T-shirts, posters, buttons, stickers, patches... all emblazoned with the shining face of Mister Steel, who was giving a big thumbs-up and a smile in every picture... except for the ones where he was giving a pair of peace, or "victory" signs.
The real Steel, aka however, didn't have a smile on his face while he waited in what had once been a monk's cell. It had been converted into a ready-room, with a couch in place of a sleeping mat, a vanity that also held some pre-fight snacks and drinks (and haircare products), and a screen showing live coverage of the stadium and the pre-fight talk. The screen was also modified to show Steel the view counts. Well, really, it was to show his two managers/agents the view counts. They'd pulled some strings to get the fight airing live on pay-per-view with a handful of companies. East City and North City would get to see the show for free, but everyone else had to pay up to watch it. According to Humdee, there were paying customers on Plant and Arcose watching. Which just added to the weight of Steel's worries.
He wasn't worried about whether or not he would get hurt. Donût knew the risks of being a professional fighter well, from his old MMA days. What he was afraid of was being too rusty to give his best. Chomei was an expert fighter, and he hadn't spent the last year surviving alone in alien wilderness. Chomei had been actually training his techniques and power up, and he was close to Steel in Power Level. The fight would be just about even, coming down more to skill than raw strength. Did Donût have that skill anymore? Would this fight shake off the rust he was afraid of? Or would that rust slow him down?
A buzz rang in the ready-room, that was the signal to get ready. Donût rose from the little folding chair he'd been sitting on and streeeeetched... limbering up his limbs. Then he turned and headed for the door.
HumDee gave that little smile of his, the one that only showed in the folding and squinting of his eyes.
"Knock 'em dead, kid! Or, uh, knock 'em out!"
"I was plannin' on it. Ain't lookin' ta run out tha clock and get a win from some judge..."
The real Steel, aka however, didn't have a smile on his face while he waited in what had once been a monk's cell. It had been converted into a ready-room, with a couch in place of a sleeping mat, a vanity that also held some pre-fight snacks and drinks (and haircare products), and a screen showing live coverage of the stadium and the pre-fight talk. The screen was also modified to show Steel the view counts. Well, really, it was to show his two managers/agents the view counts. They'd pulled some strings to get the fight airing live on pay-per-view with a handful of companies. East City and North City would get to see the show for free, but everyone else had to pay up to watch it. According to Humdee, there were paying customers on Plant and Arcose watching. Which just added to the weight of Steel's worries.
He wasn't worried about whether or not he would get hurt. Donût knew the risks of being a professional fighter well, from his old MMA days. What he was afraid of was being too rusty to give his best. Chomei was an expert fighter, and he hadn't spent the last year surviving alone in alien wilderness. Chomei had been actually training his techniques and power up, and he was close to Steel in Power Level. The fight would be just about even, coming down more to skill than raw strength. Did Donût have that skill anymore? Would this fight shake off the rust he was afraid of? Or would that rust slow him down?
A buzz rang in the ready-room, that was the signal to get ready. Donût rose from the little folding chair he'd been sitting on and streeeeetched... limbering up his limbs. Then he turned and headed for the door.
HumDee gave that little smile of his, the one that only showed in the folding and squinting of his eyes.
"Knock 'em dead, kid! Or, uh, knock 'em out!"
"I was plannin' on it. Ain't lookin' ta run out tha clock and get a win from some judge..."
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"Alright folks! Here he is! The Champion of the East! The guy who bends, but NEVER breaks! It's, the UNBREAKABLE... MISTERRRR... STEEEEEEEEEEL!"
As he was introduced, the "theme song" that Steel's agents had given him started playing, and Steel walked out into the sunlight. The courtyard was full past the brim, and extra seating had been arranged to peek up over the walls that surrounded the temple. A few high-rollers with a lot of dough had paid for seats that kept them inside the temple itself, sitting right in front of a window, with a big flat-screen that would let them watch the whole fight whichever way they wanted to. The separate words of his name and title brought up habits that Steel hadn't quite lost, and he posed and flexed on queue for each one. Showing off his muscle and bod.
He had cleaned up, since leaving Konats. So Mister Steel was once again rocking a well-maintained mullet-mane that was made to look wild, yet controlled, a goatee with clean lines, and a fresh gi. The gi was in his standard colors, bright aqua blue top, cut sleeveless to show off hairy, muscular arms and an equally hairy and muscular chest, bright orange pants that were loose enough to not be constrictive, but not so loose that they were flapping everywhere, and a pair of neon-pink boots that were soft enough to be worn in the ring.
"HELLO EAST CITY!"
Steel put on a big grin as he raised a fist in the air. The crowd cheered
"ARE YOU ALL, READY?!"
The crowd shouted, "Yes!"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
Steel lowered and opened his fist, putting a hand to his ear.
The crowd shouted, "Yes!"
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! NOW TELL ME WHO'S GONNA WIN THIS FIGHT!"
The crowd began to chant Mister Steel's name, dividing it up with raised fists. The cheering went on for a few moments, before petering out as the MC, a monk with a shaved head and a wireless microphone raised a hand of his own for silence.
"That's quite a lot of confidence from the crowd! But let's not forget Mister Steel's opponent! The Dragon of the North, a potent warrior with boiling blood and a scorching soul! It's... CHOMEI!"
The MC gestured back to the door that Steel had exited. Chomei had been given a buzzer a bit after Steel was, allowing the two fighters time to be alone before they walked out. And as the crowd watched, Steel... steeled himself while he observed his opponent's entrance... wondering how elaborate, or simple, it would be.
As he was introduced, the "theme song" that Steel's agents had given him started playing, and Steel walked out into the sunlight. The courtyard was full past the brim, and extra seating had been arranged to peek up over the walls that surrounded the temple. A few high-rollers with a lot of dough had paid for seats that kept them inside the temple itself, sitting right in front of a window, with a big flat-screen that would let them watch the whole fight whichever way they wanted to. The separate words of his name and title brought up habits that Steel hadn't quite lost, and he posed and flexed on queue for each one. Showing off his muscle and bod.
He had cleaned up, since leaving Konats. So Mister Steel was once again rocking a well-maintained mullet-mane that was made to look wild, yet controlled, a goatee with clean lines, and a fresh gi. The gi was in his standard colors, bright aqua blue top, cut sleeveless to show off hairy, muscular arms and an equally hairy and muscular chest, bright orange pants that were loose enough to not be constrictive, but not so loose that they were flapping everywhere, and a pair of neon-pink boots that were soft enough to be worn in the ring.
"HELLO EAST CITY!"
Steel put on a big grin as he raised a fist in the air. The crowd cheered
"ARE YOU ALL, READY?!"
The crowd shouted, "Yes!"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
Steel lowered and opened his fist, putting a hand to his ear.
The crowd shouted, "Yes!"
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! NOW TELL ME WHO'S GONNA WIN THIS FIGHT!"
The crowd began to chant Mister Steel's name, dividing it up with raised fists. The cheering went on for a few moments, before petering out as the MC, a monk with a shaved head and a wireless microphone raised a hand of his own for silence.
"That's quite a lot of confidence from the crowd! But let's not forget Mister Steel's opponent! The Dragon of the North, a potent warrior with boiling blood and a scorching soul! It's... CHOMEI!"
The MC gestured back to the door that Steel had exited. Chomei had been given a buzzer a bit after Steel was, allowing the two fighters time to be alone before they walked out. And as the crowd watched, Steel... steeled himself while he observed his opponent's entrance... wondering how elaborate, or simple, it would be.
Steel is ready to fight!
Thread PL: 60,000! No transformations currently active!
Items: NONE!
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6 (fight hasn't started yet)
TWC: 911
Song is "Power" by Robert Parker
