Post by Gaffa on Apr 17, 2021 20:53:00 GMT -5
Thread PL: 12,000
The sun had already begun to set for the day as what was left of the crowds dispersed from the stands. The last match of the Elimination Rounds had wrapped up, and everyone was off to get some rest for the much more anticipated Preliminaries tomorrow. Everyone except one incredibly salty loser.
Walking back into the grounds from the fighter's entrances, the purple majin still had a bad taste in her mouth from earlier. She had lost, rather unceremoniously at that, simply because she was forced to fight against someone who outclassed her significantly in the first goddamn match of the day. After choosing to ring out instead of letting him have the fucking gall to beat her down, she had to sit and watch the other matches go down as well, with a waning interest in it all. All she had wanted to do was go out there and slam someone's face in, but now she was out of the matches.
She stepped back up onto the ring and took a good look at it. The stone platform had taken a lot of damage over the course of the day. Sidestepping past cracks in the floor she made it to one spot that was certainly familiar. It was the dent she had made herself when she slammed her fist down during her rage sequence. Probably the most damage she was able to cause today.
Gaffa clicked her tongue. Just being back on the ring was frustrating in itself. Why was she subjecting herself to remembering her loss as well? Honestly, this entire ring was a festering point of anger and frustration. It was incredibly tempting to try and destroy it.
Looking around, it seems that everyone in the area was gone. The destruction idea was getting louder and louder in her head, and there was nobody around to stop her. Perhaps she should just commit to exploding the ring and ruin the tournament for everyone else? After all, it's not like she's going to be able to simply be placed back into the bracket.
Her finger glew in the dim light of dusk a bright green color as she pointed down at the ground below. How many blasts would it take to get to the bottom of the stone ring? One? Two? Three? Let's find out.
WC: 387
The sun had already begun to set for the day as what was left of the crowds dispersed from the stands. The last match of the Elimination Rounds had wrapped up, and everyone was off to get some rest for the much more anticipated Preliminaries tomorrow. Everyone except one incredibly salty loser.
Walking back into the grounds from the fighter's entrances, the purple majin still had a bad taste in her mouth from earlier. She had lost, rather unceremoniously at that, simply because she was forced to fight against someone who outclassed her significantly in the first goddamn match of the day. After choosing to ring out instead of letting him have the fucking gall to beat her down, she had to sit and watch the other matches go down as well, with a waning interest in it all. All she had wanted to do was go out there and slam someone's face in, but now she was out of the matches.
She stepped back up onto the ring and took a good look at it. The stone platform had taken a lot of damage over the course of the day. Sidestepping past cracks in the floor she made it to one spot that was certainly familiar. It was the dent she had made herself when she slammed her fist down during her rage sequence. Probably the most damage she was able to cause today.
Gaffa clicked her tongue. Just being back on the ring was frustrating in itself. Why was she subjecting herself to remembering her loss as well? Honestly, this entire ring was a festering point of anger and frustration. It was incredibly tempting to try and destroy it.
Looking around, it seems that everyone in the area was gone. The destruction idea was getting louder and louder in her head, and there was nobody around to stop her. Perhaps she should just commit to exploding the ring and ruin the tournament for everyone else? After all, it's not like she's going to be able to simply be placed back into the bracket.
Her finger glew in the dim light of dusk a bright green color as she pointed down at the ground below. How many blasts would it take to get to the bottom of the stone ring? One? Two? Three? Let's find out.
WC: 387