Post by Tarro on Jan 1, 2024 16:57:19 GMT -5
He’d been considering the idea for a time now. With things ramping up, it only seemed right that he lay down the foundations of something with potential to be greater. Perhaps the generations to come of low-class saiyans would take up his idea and see it happen on a grander scale. For now, he was fine with merely introducing it.
Pamphlets were shared around at the outskirts of the Saiyan Capital, where the inhabitants are a low-class majority, and at the towns surrounding it. Word of mouth also made it so families told extended family and friends, and, so, the message spread that an opportunity to improve their social standing had, at last, arrived: a tournament to rise to the middle-class, a new concept to the saiyan folk. After all, the current caste system in Vegeta divided the population into a high-class, noble minority, and low-class majority. No exceptions were allowed.
Tarro thought it would be too extreme to, in the future, take the nobles out of their spots and make them suffer the scummy life of a lowlife, thinking, “it would be too rough for them. They wouldn’t survive it.” So, the idea of a middle-class they could fall to by default after losing in a tournament like this one would save them from such a tragic fate. This way, he could also make the high-class a tad bit less wealthy and spread the wealth to the middle-class, hence getting rid of the low-class completely with time (so long as they participated in these tournaments and fought for a place in the world, which was already common amongst the low-class anyway).
Not wanting the government and the King to catch on, he gave the potential participants a week's notice. The pamphlets expressly indicated the venue of the tournament: the Brawl Hole. He probably would’ve vaguely let his friend on what was to happen, the owner of the place, a couple of days before and would only tell her what it was truly about on the eagerly anticipated day.
And so, the day had come.
“Welcome, everyone! Before anything, I wanted to thank you for coming. As you know, today is a big day for all of us. Today represents a chance to put behind us what’s dragged us down for so long. While, after this, some of us might not be low-class, you will not be on the same level as the elites. However, opportunities such as this to fight for status with the high-class might come up. Think of this as a stepping stone in your journeys to rising in the ranks.” He raised his arm and passionately clenched his fist.
Tarro announced himself the host of the tournament and explained the rules of the tournament, “no killing; no delimbing, unless it happens mid-fight; and we fight till unconsciousness or giving up. Anything goes, besides that.”
As the participants were eager to start, the registration process opened up. The people in charge of it would explain that only one person was allowed per family and that they had to write their name and that of their family or clan on a piece of paper and fold it.
Just like that, the preliminary phase was underway. The participants were made aware that only eight participants would fight in the main tournament. This came as a shock to the many gathered up at the Brawl Hole, who amounted to roughly a hundred saiyans, whole families included. The stakes were much higher now, so everyone would have to fight their hardest.
The preliminary matches lasted two minutes each. In that time, you either had to knock your opponent senseless or deal more damage to them. Those he had left in charge of the tournament were supervising the matches and, in the case that did happen, they would dictate the winner of the battle. After all, he too was participating!
Tarro walked up to the registration desk and wrote down his name, “Tarro Werewulf.”
Pamphlets were shared around at the outskirts of the Saiyan Capital, where the inhabitants are a low-class majority, and at the towns surrounding it. Word of mouth also made it so families told extended family and friends, and, so, the message spread that an opportunity to improve their social standing had, at last, arrived: a tournament to rise to the middle-class, a new concept to the saiyan folk. After all, the current caste system in Vegeta divided the population into a high-class, noble minority, and low-class majority. No exceptions were allowed.
Tarro thought it would be too extreme to, in the future, take the nobles out of their spots and make them suffer the scummy life of a lowlife, thinking, “it would be too rough for them. They wouldn’t survive it.” So, the idea of a middle-class they could fall to by default after losing in a tournament like this one would save them from such a tragic fate. This way, he could also make the high-class a tad bit less wealthy and spread the wealth to the middle-class, hence getting rid of the low-class completely with time (so long as they participated in these tournaments and fought for a place in the world, which was already common amongst the low-class anyway).
Not wanting the government and the King to catch on, he gave the potential participants a week's notice. The pamphlets expressly indicated the venue of the tournament: the Brawl Hole. He probably would’ve vaguely let his friend on what was to happen, the owner of the place, a couple of days before and would only tell her what it was truly about on the eagerly anticipated day.
And so, the day had come.
“Welcome, everyone! Before anything, I wanted to thank you for coming. As you know, today is a big day for all of us. Today represents a chance to put behind us what’s dragged us down for so long. While, after this, some of us might not be low-class, you will not be on the same level as the elites. However, opportunities such as this to fight for status with the high-class might come up. Think of this as a stepping stone in your journeys to rising in the ranks.” He raised his arm and passionately clenched his fist.
Tarro announced himself the host of the tournament and explained the rules of the tournament, “no killing; no delimbing, unless it happens mid-fight; and we fight till unconsciousness or giving up. Anything goes, besides that.”
As the participants were eager to start, the registration process opened up. The people in charge of it would explain that only one person was allowed per family and that they had to write their name and that of their family or clan on a piece of paper and fold it.
Just like that, the preliminary phase was underway. The participants were made aware that only eight participants would fight in the main tournament. This came as a shock to the many gathered up at the Brawl Hole, who amounted to roughly a hundred saiyans, whole families included. The stakes were much higher now, so everyone would have to fight their hardest.
The preliminary matches lasted two minutes each. In that time, you either had to knock your opponent senseless or deal more damage to them. Those he had left in charge of the tournament were supervising the matches and, in the case that did happen, they would dictate the winner of the battle. After all, he too was participating!
Tarro walked up to the registration desk and wrote down his name, “Tarro Werewulf.”
WC: 660
Note: In your first post, you can choose roleplay how you spent your time in the preliminary round, whether that was mentalizing yourself or watching how other participants fight, and/or type out your fight first. You can choose to have been one of the first people to fight and not having the time to do anything else prior. Next round, we’ll be writing about our next 2 preliminary fights. In total, each person will have to have fought 3 to make it to the main tournament.
Note-2: You can choose to fight a single round and stick through the thread as a spectator, to cheer someone on, or to in, any creative way you wish, have an effect on the outcome of a battle.
Tournament brackets: challonge.com/w9vt8nxw
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/260%
Power Level: 20,000
Current transformation: N/A
Items: Scouter, armor lining
Note: In your first post, you can choose roleplay how you spent your time in the preliminary round, whether that was mentalizing yourself or watching how other participants fight, and/or type out your fight first. You can choose to have been one of the first people to fight and not having the time to do anything else prior. Next round, we’ll be writing about our next 2 preliminary fights. In total, each person will have to have fought 3 to make it to the main tournament.
Note-2: You can choose to fight a single round and stick through the thread as a spectator, to cheer someone on, or to in, any creative way you wish, have an effect on the outcome of a battle.
Tournament brackets: challonge.com/w9vt8nxw
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
HP: 0/260%
Power Level: 20,000
Current transformation: N/A
Items: Scouter, armor lining