Post by Roth O'Roak on Oct 31, 2010 9:06:42 GMT -8
(ooc: Can't post in the arena so I'll put it here for now)
The smell of excitement and adrenaline filled the air. All around the courtyard of PHS 259 were students ready to see one hell of a spectacle. The sun shown bright in the sky warming everything it touched. It was after school hours, but there were still plenty of people around to watch. Teachers and students alike gathered in masses around a boxing/wrestling style ring. The Student Liberation Front’s Tag Team Tournament was about to begin.
Rows of steel chairs surrounded the ring on all 4 sides. The courtyard was packed with people waiting for this controlled carnage. The SFL’s Tag Team Tournament was their first event. From here they would pick enforcers of its Student Guard wing. They would also announce to the audience that they were looking for people to become senators to join the SLF and enforce student run government.
A sound system was set up with 8 speakers all attached to a wireless microphone held by a tall lean black man in the center of the ring. He was part of the school, but Roth’s personal friend Marcus. He had bribed his black friend to due this since he had such charisma when speaking and announcing. The event was about to get under way. This would be one hell of a night.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Student Liberation Front’s Tag Team Tournament! We have twelve of the school best fighters lined up for this event, so let me inform you all how it’ll all go down. There are 6 teams each comprised of 2 fighters. We will have 3 Tag Team matches. The 3 winning teams will move onto a singles competition.
This is all in the spirit of school pride and competition. So I want ya’ll to do me a favor. I want you all to scream, I want ya’ll to beg, I want ya’ll to plead for all of these fine young men and woman you are about to beat the living hell out of each other. I want you to scream for them when they walk into this ring! I want you to beg for those guys to fight their heart out! And I want you to plead for when one guy goes down, to get back up so you can see something the likes of which you ain’t never seen before!”
Marcus always handled a crowd perfectly. The students and even some teachers were roaring in excitement. They were pumped up to see the violence. But this was different, this was controlled violence. This was giving the students what they wanted in a way they could control it without total anarchy. This was the Student Liberation Front. And this was only the beginning.
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The crowd was still roaring after all that. Marcus motioned for them all to settle down. Slowly, wave by wave a hush fell over the crowd awaiting for it all to begin. Marcus looked to both ends of the courtyard. There was a separation in the seats for the teams to walk in on each side.
"Alright. Our first match of the evening. Please welcome first for the Blue team, a former student on his way to College. From Czechoslovakia, weighing in at 213lbs, and standing at 6'4. VEYUGAN!
And his partner. All information unknown. He signed up under the name: SCENE!
Now for the Pink Team: Coming in first, weighing in at 139lbs, and at a height of 5'10. KAZUYA HIKARI!!!
His massive partner, standing at 6 foot 8 inches, and a massive building weighing 285 pounds. From the NYC, MEKEIL ECHIGO!"
Each fighter would come out to his own music and their own pace. Hopefully there were no no-shows, but if so it would be bearable. These four were the first match of the night so they better set the bar up high.
"Alright, you all know the rules. One person in the ring at a time. You may switch by tagging your partner with your hand. Only ways to win are Knock Out, and Submission. Or by disqualification, but I know y'all will play nice."
Marcus would make his way out of the ring and watch the match next to the commentators' table. The match would go on it's way and hopefully this would turn out to be one hell of a night.
The smell of excitement and adrenaline filled the air. All around the courtyard of PHS 259 were students ready to see one hell of a spectacle. The sun shown bright in the sky warming everything it touched. It was after school hours, but there were still plenty of people around to watch. Teachers and students alike gathered in masses around a boxing/wrestling style ring. The Student Liberation Front’s Tag Team Tournament was about to begin.
Rows of steel chairs surrounded the ring on all 4 sides. The courtyard was packed with people waiting for this controlled carnage. The SFL’s Tag Team Tournament was their first event. From here they would pick enforcers of its Student Guard wing. They would also announce to the audience that they were looking for people to become senators to join the SLF and enforce student run government.
A sound system was set up with 8 speakers all attached to a wireless microphone held by a tall lean black man in the center of the ring. He was part of the school, but Roth’s personal friend Marcus. He had bribed his black friend to due this since he had such charisma when speaking and announcing. The event was about to get under way. This would be one hell of a night.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Student Liberation Front’s Tag Team Tournament! We have twelve of the school best fighters lined up for this event, so let me inform you all how it’ll all go down. There are 6 teams each comprised of 2 fighters. We will have 3 Tag Team matches. The 3 winning teams will move onto a singles competition.
This is all in the spirit of school pride and competition. So I want ya’ll to do me a favor. I want you all to scream, I want ya’ll to beg, I want ya’ll to plead for all of these fine young men and woman you are about to beat the living hell out of each other. I want you to scream for them when they walk into this ring! I want you to beg for those guys to fight their heart out! And I want you to plead for when one guy goes down, to get back up so you can see something the likes of which you ain’t never seen before!”
Marcus always handled a crowd perfectly. The students and even some teachers were roaring in excitement. They were pumped up to see the violence. But this was different, this was controlled violence. This was giving the students what they wanted in a way they could control it without total anarchy. This was the Student Liberation Front. And this was only the beginning.
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The crowd was still roaring after all that. Marcus motioned for them all to settle down. Slowly, wave by wave a hush fell over the crowd awaiting for it all to begin. Marcus looked to both ends of the courtyard. There was a separation in the seats for the teams to walk in on each side.
"Alright. Our first match of the evening. Please welcome first for the Blue team, a former student on his way to College. From Czechoslovakia, weighing in at 213lbs, and standing at 6'4. VEYUGAN!
And his partner. All information unknown. He signed up under the name: SCENE!
Now for the Pink Team: Coming in first, weighing in at 139lbs, and at a height of 5'10. KAZUYA HIKARI!!!
His massive partner, standing at 6 foot 8 inches, and a massive building weighing 285 pounds. From the NYC, MEKEIL ECHIGO!"
Each fighter would come out to his own music and their own pace. Hopefully there were no no-shows, but if so it would be bearable. These four were the first match of the night so they better set the bar up high.
"Alright, you all know the rules. One person in the ring at a time. You may switch by tagging your partner with your hand. Only ways to win are Knock Out, and Submission. Or by disqualification, but I know y'all will play nice."
Marcus would make his way out of the ring and watch the match next to the commentators' table. The match would go on it's way and hopefully this would turn out to be one hell of a night.
