07-24-2018, 03:28 PM
Yuuka took the retiring rogue's hand, pulling herself back up and into the ring.
She stared the swordsman in the eyes once more, though this time more scuffed up and significantly more lacking in dignity, after her little speech. Not that she'd been overflowing with it in the first place given the fact she had been presented more like an amateur swimsuit model than a competitor, but hey. With a smirk and a thumbs up, she lowered her stance, preparing for the onslaught of attacks from Slaggy.
In response, Kanda's lip twitched. "Pepsiman must be rolling in his grave, listening to you say that."
"You'll be rolling in one after this, too."
Not waiting a second longer, the man launched forward, fists at the ready.
-
"Your Pepsi, sir."
Finally, Bepis's sloth of an assistant had returned with his soda, on a platter of porcelain and gold. Setting it all down on the desk, she turned back to Bepis and the screen, noting the Youkai getting another thorough face-pounding courtesy of her opponent. The man in charge, however, didn't seem all too concerned.
"Things aren't looking too good, sir."
"Heh. Don't worry about it. I have more than one trick up my sleeve when it comes to these things."
As vague and ominous as ever, Bepis.
-
As deep purple bruising consumed her forearms, Yuuka memorized the rhythm of her opponent's punches. One two. One two.
With a sharp breath through her teeth, she threw one foot outwards, shoving forwards with both arms and a twist of her ankle- knocking the man off balance and straight onto his ass. It wasn't much, but it was long enough for her to at least get in a swift kick to his unguarded side- making Kanda grit his teeth and writhe in pain.
However, she stepped back after just one shot, letting her opponent get to his feet with a gasp.
"Ah, it's no fun kicking a dog when he's down!" Though she was mostly serious, this was punctuated by a giggle. "Get up, boy- playtime's not over yet!"
Kanda backpedaled a few feet closer to his corner.
Whirda slunk after him, like a panther pacing around the bars of her cage. If she couldn't interfere herself just yet, perhaps someone could do it for her. Her eyes landed on the referee with a glint.
Too tired to keep her balance perfect, Yuuka stomped forward merrily- abandoning all pretenses of being graceful. (They were hard to keep up anyway, when the entire audience could see every stretch mark on her thighs in glorious 4k ultra high res. Almost like the people at home valued women more for their looks than fighting prowess.) Reaching the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, she leaned against them smugly a moment as she waited for her opponent to recover- both from her actual strike, and that crushing blow to his self esteem.
But not too long- before she hopped over them, grabbing one of the folding chairs at the side.
"God damn it." There was an understandable groan from the ref as he jogged over. "Hey, put it down! This is your first wa-"
As he passed, the rogue grabbed his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.
Ref whipping around to face her and give her the stern lecture of the minute, Yu, too, saw his chance- leaping after the Youkai and out of the ring. Though in his case, he grabbed Mugen's hilt, drawing it from its sheath. Fighting fire with fire.
Yuuka blocked his first swing with the chair, sparks cascading over her. But the second was too quick for her.
Instead, Whirda leapt into action, disappearing in a syrup-scented mist.
The exorcist’s blade pierced right through his target with a sickening crunch-
And a hiss- the telltale sound of agitated carbonated soda spurting out of a popped can. The now clearly unmasked referee, Pepsiman, crumpled to the ground like an aluminum can underfoot.
Whirda, now having appeared right beside him, took a deep breath in.
-
The stands, as expected, were buzzing with excitement at this sudden twist cut short.
"Whoa, iiiiit's Pepsiman! Talk about stacking the deck with a heel for the ref, King!" J.R. announced the moment he grabbed his somehow still-intact mic from the rubble.
"Right you are Jim- and wouldn't ya know it, he's gotten himself skewered once again! This year's DA sure hasn't been kind on everyone's favorite soda mascot. Hope he enjoys the cool, refreshing taste of death!
-
"FUCK!"
This time it was the sound of Bepis's foot against the leg of his table. They'd gone and gotten his paid-off ref killed. In a fit of rage he pitched the as of yet still unopened can of Pepsi on his desk at the wall to his right- unfortunately, the very wall Margaret was still standing in front of.
She never had a chance to dodge.
A poster worthy explosion of juicy head bits ensued. Brain matter mixed with foamy soda sprayed from the door to the window, brown and red painting the wall.
What a mess.
"Ugh. Karen, get the fucking mop!" He called into the hallway.
Coolly, Bepis turned his eyes back to the now blood-spattered flat screen TV on the wall, just in time to see Yuuka tag a soda (blood?) soaked Whirda back into the ring.
She stared the swordsman in the eyes once more, though this time more scuffed up and significantly more lacking in dignity, after her little speech. Not that she'd been overflowing with it in the first place given the fact she had been presented more like an amateur swimsuit model than a competitor, but hey. With a smirk and a thumbs up, she lowered her stance, preparing for the onslaught of attacks from Slaggy.
In response, Kanda's lip twitched. "Pepsiman must be rolling in his grave, listening to you say that."
"You'll be rolling in one after this, too."
Not waiting a second longer, the man launched forward, fists at the ready.
-
"Your Pepsi, sir."
Finally, Bepis's sloth of an assistant had returned with his soda, on a platter of porcelain and gold. Setting it all down on the desk, she turned back to Bepis and the screen, noting the Youkai getting another thorough face-pounding courtesy of her opponent. The man in charge, however, didn't seem all too concerned.
"Things aren't looking too good, sir."
"Heh. Don't worry about it. I have more than one trick up my sleeve when it comes to these things."
As vague and ominous as ever, Bepis.
-
As deep purple bruising consumed her forearms, Yuuka memorized the rhythm of her opponent's punches. One two. One two.
With a sharp breath through her teeth, she threw one foot outwards, shoving forwards with both arms and a twist of her ankle- knocking the man off balance and straight onto his ass. It wasn't much, but it was long enough for her to at least get in a swift kick to his unguarded side- making Kanda grit his teeth and writhe in pain.
However, she stepped back after just one shot, letting her opponent get to his feet with a gasp.
"Ah, it's no fun kicking a dog when he's down!" Though she was mostly serious, this was punctuated by a giggle. "Get up, boy- playtime's not over yet!"
Kanda backpedaled a few feet closer to his corner.
Whirda slunk after him, like a panther pacing around the bars of her cage. If she couldn't interfere herself just yet, perhaps someone could do it for her. Her eyes landed on the referee with a glint.
Too tired to keep her balance perfect, Yuuka stomped forward merrily- abandoning all pretenses of being graceful. (They were hard to keep up anyway, when the entire audience could see every stretch mark on her thighs in glorious 4k ultra high res. Almost like the people at home valued women more for their looks than fighting prowess.) Reaching the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, she leaned against them smugly a moment as she waited for her opponent to recover- both from her actual strike, and that crushing blow to his self esteem.
But not too long- before she hopped over them, grabbing one of the folding chairs at the side.
"God damn it." There was an understandable groan from the ref as he jogged over. "Hey, put it down! This is your first wa-"
As he passed, the rogue grabbed his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.
Ref whipping around to face her and give her the stern lecture of the minute, Yu, too, saw his chance- leaping after the Youkai and out of the ring. Though in his case, he grabbed Mugen's hilt, drawing it from its sheath. Fighting fire with fire.
Yuuka blocked his first swing with the chair, sparks cascading over her. But the second was too quick for her.
Instead, Whirda leapt into action, disappearing in a syrup-scented mist.
The exorcist’s blade pierced right through his target with a sickening crunch-
And a hiss- the telltale sound of agitated carbonated soda spurting out of a popped can. The now clearly unmasked referee, Pepsiman, crumpled to the ground like an aluminum can underfoot.
Whirda, now having appeared right beside him, took a deep breath in.
-
The stands, as expected, were buzzing with excitement at this sudden twist cut short.
"Whoa, iiiiit's Pepsiman! Talk about stacking the deck with a heel for the ref, King!" J.R. announced the moment he grabbed his somehow still-intact mic from the rubble.
"Right you are Jim- and wouldn't ya know it, he's gotten himself skewered once again! This year's DA sure hasn't been kind on everyone's favorite soda mascot. Hope he enjoys the cool, refreshing taste of death!
-
"FUCK!"
This time it was the sound of Bepis's foot against the leg of his table. They'd gone and gotten his paid-off ref killed. In a fit of rage he pitched the as of yet still unopened can of Pepsi on his desk at the wall to his right- unfortunately, the very wall Margaret was still standing in front of.
She never had a chance to dodge.
A poster worthy explosion of juicy head bits ensued. Brain matter mixed with foamy soda sprayed from the door to the window, brown and red painting the wall.
What a mess.
"Ugh. Karen, get the fucking mop!" He called into the hallway.
Coolly, Bepis turned his eyes back to the now blood-spattered flat screen TV on the wall, just in time to see Yuuka tag a soda (blood?) soaked Whirda back into the ring.
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tl;dr Some stuff, Kanda hits Yuuka, Yuuka hits Kanda, Kanda backs off, Yuuka grabs a chair and Kanda grabs his sword, then Whirda Umbral Tethers in making Kanda stab the ref, who was secretly Pepsiman all along. Shocker.
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Do you think Yuuka *aims* the Master Spark? No. She decides which half of the world she wants to fuck.