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Saki was now in a special seat in a fighting house owned in south city. It was quiet but there would be some hard fights. He was hosting it, using his fame as crane master to show case the fight of the century, but all underground….this was an event where people in the basic martial arts schools rallied to prove their greatness for the Killer Guantlet…people had to fight each other, to ko, cripple, submission or ring out. There was 100s of fighters and only 4 rings with a ref in each ring. The men and woman were up and coming talent which saki always had his eye on. He didn’t know there’d be a jemstone in the roughness he was seeing. It was half an hour to start and everyone was in the waiting room awaiting the announcer to speak and start the matches. This wasn’t just schools but walk ins as well…if they weren’t afraid of pain they could enter…as long as they signed a disclaimer that no one is responcible for the injuries you gather.
There were posters all over south city saying free training to the champion of the kill gauntlet. People were talking about it, bums and homeless people as well as drunks and drug addict entered the tournament along with martial artists that were black belt minimum, wrestlers and other bandit organization. Pretty much anyone that could die would die.
The building was enhanced by saki’s fiberoptic technology after getting the contract to reconstruct the building into a fighting area for fighters in training to train and spar at. He sat on his throne, overseeing the rings which were being swept by orin monks….it was soon time to begin, people were talking about it on the streets and in the southern capital, the cameras and motion cameras ready to catch all the fast moving action on television and internet feed.
Melonia had little oversight in how she handled her trip to earth. As a result she found herself flying from island to island in the southern regions, exploring the mysterious blue planet first hand. It was a rather wondrous place, with far more water than her native Natto. Great school of fish teemed in the cobalt waters of the seas, with a rainbow assortment of other sea life inhabiting the shoals and reefs that dotted the region. Great beasts lived in the sea too, whales Melonia believed they were called. They had rather impressive power levels for simple beasts, no doubt due in part to their incredible size. The Saiyan beauty laughed as they dove up from the water to crash back down in great breeches, spraying huge jets of water from their heads on occasion. It was all rather whimsical, captivating her attention for some long hours. Eventually though she grew bored after the great sea beasts dove back deep into the water, further than she dared to wander. At that Melonia sped off, flying haphazardly looking for something to command her interests.
In her lazy voyage across the seas Melonia watched as numerous sailing vessels passed by down on the waters below. Ships of every make and model, from fishing trawlers heavy with their evening catch, to smaller speed boats pulling skiers or wave boarders. Even smaller one man devices skimmed over the water tops like a whimsical type of bike. There were much larger sea faring vessels though, huge cargo ships loaded with hundreds of large containers, as well as massive tanker ships likely hauling fuel. All seamed to be originating from a central location, which Melonia dashed off towards. Eventually she spotted it, a large earthling city. Not nearly as large as the Soy Capital was, though still a hundred times grander than the small islander fishing villages that dotted the numerous atolls and archipelagos. As Melonia drew close the level of activity seemed to increase, now aeroplanes and other strange flying machines filled the skies. Melonia mused the earthlings must not have many powerful warriors among the civilian population, she couldn't spot a single individual flying with Ki.
As she touched down on the shore line, along a large beach populated with hundreds of beach goers Melonia immediately started drawing strange looks. Mostly due to the fact she had been flying mere moments ago, or perhaps...not? Melonia couldn't help but notice most of the women and children were gazing at her tail. The long simian monkey tail swished lightly behind her as she walked the beach, enjoying the warm feel of the earthly sun. The men however, and a fair number of teenagers, seemed most entranced by her armor. Or rather, Melonia hoped it was her armor's fault. Her Saiyan battle armor was rather flamboyant by her race's standards, what with its violet fabric under layer, pearl white armored ceramic weave chest piece, and bright pink pauldrons, hip guards, and matching white glove and boot combination. She knew deep down it was more likely her womanly curves were drawing in the men folk with their sheer allure. Melonia was no stranger to such attention, her armor after all, tended to flaunt her curvaceous figure rather considerably. Most notably her enormous bust, which rested snuggled confined beneath the white ceramic weave of her breast plate. Melonia merely rolled her eyes at the whistles and cat calls, walking her way from the beach to the busy city streets.
As she walked the city streets Melonia couldn't help but notice the sheer number of posters plastered across the buildings and power poles. All advertising some tournament, the aptly named "Killer Gauntlet" it seemed. Thus far Melonia hadn't seen any warriors of note, but she also hadn't seen any military structures or training centers. So perhaps this would be a good way to stretch her muscles after the long voyage through space. Melonia followed the address listed, making her way down the winding city streets towards her destination. Along the way she figured out the city was,rather simplistically named, "South City." Earthlings apparently liked dramatic flare in their naming conventions. Upon arrival there was quite the line, burly men of every shape and sort lined up to gain entrance. Melonia took her place in the back of the queue and waited patiently, after all she had nothing better. By the time she reached the check in station the Saiyan beauty was thoroughly tired of the scent of sweating human males. It was like a wet animal but so much worse, and she sorely hoped the tournament didn't stink as rank as the fighters seemed to.
The man at the check in station seemed rather fearful of Melonia, perhaps the greatness of her warrior race was known to him? It mattered little, she leaned over to begin filling out the form he provided, using the black inked pen. It was straightforward enough, no trick questions here. Name? Melonia. Age? Twenty six. Height? Five foot and six inches tall. Weight? One hundred and sixteen pounds. Sex? Thoroughly enjoy it. Blood Type? O+. Next of Kin? Melonia stumbled on that one. She had no children of her own, and neither her siblings or parents legally claimed her wealth should she die in battle. Nasu, Overseer of the Saiyan Alliance, Long May He Reign. That seemed to satisfy the question, though the next one wasn't much better. Emergency Contact? Once more Melonia was stumped, rubbing the back of her head as she mulled over the question. Who was her emergency contact? She generally didn't think she needed one when not on her home planet. Nasu, Overseer of the Saiyan Alliance, Long May He Reign. Once again, defaulting to military hierarchy seemed the most prudent matter. The home address questions and contact number seemed similarly puzzling, especially since Melonia didn't understand how they expected to reach her. She merely wrote down the Lan Dian estate's address and the communications frequency of her space craft respectively. Satisfied with her handiwork Melonia returned the form, taking time to sign her name on the disclaimers for pain and injury. When all things were said and done she wandered back into the locker rooms to stretch and warm up before the fighting began. WC: 1049
-c-Saki was sitting in the executive’s box with the executives he just highered to start his fighting club. All members of this tournament if they lost would have to pay for lessons from the crane monks which were in the building, wearing white T-shirts with the crane emblem on the front and back along with the red sash holding up the lower half of the crane gi which was green pants. There were green bracers on each of the wrists of the monks along with black shoes which were like black training shoes which were good grip for kicks and good traction for practicing footwork as well as jogging, powerwalking and sprinting. Also the monks that were scattered out throughout the room had bald heads. Some had dots on their heads in patterns, 5 stars on each monks bald head. He had this the crane style he taught the monks, making them as skilled as Tien. They were all fit and strong, each having tien’s build. These were the 15 monks that saki trained long and hard in crane to be masters so they can help him teach as monks. They would teach and train fighters. They were two monks beside saki, 4 in the crowd wearing hats doing sercurity as undercovers and the remaining monks were at the temple made east of satan city.
A lot was happening, saki was sitting in his chair with a cigar smoking it while the party started. The crane master liked smoking so he took pulls of his cigar and exhaled into the air. The great crane master then spoke hardly, “This is great for business…we have 200 people here signed up…4 tier for fighting after they get directed to the rooms to go into. Then afterwards, a free-for-all for the remaining five to see who is worthy of the free crane school lessons. The losers get a 20% discount off of training fees and the three that lose are given a 30% discount off of crane lessons, that’s if the losers are still alive….”
The one executive then shouts. “That’s an issue! If people die, there will be lawsuits from families.” Saki smirked. “the crane school trains soilders, swat team members and lawyers…we have red tape to stop your pockets from getting lighter. We have the disclaimer to sign saying that the Martial Arts Society isn’t responcible for any injuries you may sustain here. We have a medic bay and devices that mimic my healing ray to fix up the people who are injured free of cost. They just have to join the crane school for said cost not to be taken out of their accounts…intermet money is funny, anyone can take it and there can be blockers to push the tracker frequencies away from your actual location. And it would be a fee to the martial arts society…all the schools and masters pay in to it.”
The executives clapped and the monk on his right told saki that he has to make a statement to all the fighters that have gathered. Meeting them in a massive hall, all 500 of them
A voice came over the intercom saying that the introductionary welcome by the crane master was to begin throughout the building.
In the Change room had a symbol of the crane emblem on the ground, red colored in a white backdrop.
Now saki made his way to the conference room where the fighters would be, after waiting 2 minutes prior to the announcement. He then walked in while everyone was sitting down, getting ready to listen to what the crane school has to say. Soon a crane school supporter was rallying the crowd, saying the crane school is the strongest and oldest form of fighting that was known on earth along time ago. Now finishing up, he introduced the crane master, Saki Digital.
The android walked up on stage and two monks followed him. He then yelled. “Show them the form and grace of the crane school!” To the monks who began to fight, taking the fighting form of the machine gun fist. Both warriors were throwing down, blocking each others shots for what seemed like minutes, neither getting pushed back with each man standing hard against the strikes. The form and grace of the strong and fast punches and kicks hitting each other was all for the sake of showcasing the school’s fighting style. He then yelled. “HAA!” After 7 minutes of fighting and they stopped and bowed humbling to the crowd and crane master.
Saki now spoke. “Now Listen up!” He then brought his right thumb in the air straight up bringing it forward for the cameras and people to see. “The crane techniques are the best! The fighting style you saw being preformed was the machine gun fist. It’s a fast move that has hard hitting strength behind it! Don’t get me wrong, your all good future crane student but who wants to learn my style and forms? Who wants to be the star pupil of my school? Who wants to be worthy of replacing me in time? Who wants to get stronger and more efficient in fighting? Join my school and you’ll be strong…look at my monks! There huge and powerful as well as combat smart. THIS COULD BE YOU!”
The crowd cheered and roared then he calmed them down, getting ready to speak again. “Now the winner of this gauntlet the crane school is hosting, gets free lessons…the loser in the plimenaries get 20% off of crane training costs and the 3 losers of the final free-for-all…yes, the winners of the 4 tiers are going to have a free for all…all rage and aggression but who has the smarts to clench a victory? Anyways the losers of the free for all will be given a 30% discount off of crane lessons.”
He now nodded, “Now there are 4 rooms where you will be pitted against each other but first…get a number. Numbers 1 through 50 will go to room one. Numbers 51 to 100 will go to room two. Numbers 101-150 will go to room three and numbers 151-200 will go to room four. The matches will go until there is one remaining fighter in the tier. No firearms…melee weapons only. Now go to it, and remember, the crane school wants you!” He now finished off and left the stage with his monks to go into a viewing room to watch all of the fights.
Melonia waited down in the crowds with the other fighters. Mostly men, larger tall and muscular, though some seemed wiry and lithe. Those would be the ones to worry about, anyone who attended a tournament without an edge in strength had far craftier tricks up his sleeve. She was not familiar with the stipulations of this tournament, something regarding martial arts training and...cost reductions? It didn't matter much to her, she already had the training she needed. For ten years Melonia had trained at the Saiyan War academy, leaving all that a diligent soldier of the alliance could. Unless these...Crane monks or whatever they called themselves had some truly impressive techniques, she had little reason to carry interest. As such Melonia was lurked near the back of the room, leaning against a pillar as she watched the spectacle. Over a dozen of these Crane Monks were performing feats of agility and acrobatics, sparring and fighting. They held good form, but form in a demonstration meant little if it could not be applied to combat. Melonia thought their outfits rather strange too, shaved heads with five star dots on their shaven foreheads. She dearly hoped she need not shave her own head, she may have to forfeit if that ended up being the case. At least the monks kept themselves in excellent physical shape, despite their appearances they did at least manage that. She could only sigh and watch the demonstrations unfold.
Eventually a man's voice came over the intercom system, causing the bulk of the contestants to look up and pay attention to the announcement. Melonia snorted air out her petite nose and smirked slightly. "Well that's about damn time." She mused out loud, tossing back her hair and listening intently. An introductory welcoming greeting followed, as well as announcement the crane master would be with them shortly. Melonia noted the large Crane emblem that illuminated the floor, snorting to herself that the dojo certainly had a flair for the dramatic. The fighters were shuffled into a large conference center where they were instructed to move to. Melonia remained near the back of the crowd, not feeling like muscling her way towards the front. She could hover if she needed a better view. Melonia took a seat next to a strange kind of Dinosaur man, the creature gave her a pleasant smile and a wide toothy grin. It was horrifying, though not as bad as his pungent smell. She blew a kiss back, not wanting to offend the monster and make a scene. A hype man of some sort was pumping up the gathered crowd of fighters, recanting tales of the age of the Crane school. Its ancient and proud traditions and its origins in earth's past. It actually made for quite the history lesson, though Melonia still did not actually know what a crane was. Maybe she'd find one, she hoped it was a fearsome and terrible creature.
A man entered at the end of the speaker's speech, dressed in a black t-shirt with a red bandanna wrapped around his neck. He had a cigar in his teeth and wore simple denim blue jeans. He was announced as the Crane School Master, Saki Digital. Immediately Melonia could sense this was no earthling, he radiated power on the same level as her Counselor, Jie Shan Lan Dan. Perhaps he would reveal what he was in time, though for now it seemed he was here only to speak. As the man entered center stage he was flanked by two of his monks, then quickly barked an order to the two subservients. Immediately the monks began to spar, attacking each other with barrages of lighting fast punches almost too fast to track. Almost. They moved quick, for earthlings, striking and blocking, dodging and counting with volleys of merciless punches and punishing kicks. The fight ended with but a single command after some long minutes, with the two demonstrators bowing to the crowd.
As the finished, the crane master began to speak. He spoke of the technique his men had employed, the so called machine gun fist. A rather apt name, though Saiyans had not used firearms in centuries. He spoke of the strength of his techniques, of the capability of those in the audience, and of the desire to be stronger and more efficient in combat. These goals resonated well with Melonia, though it would take more than one simple demonstration to convince her. Especially given this was after all, an earthling martial arts school. Sure they had some neat maneuvers, but she hardly thought it compared to Saiyan power or efficiency in battle. Perhaps she'd be swayed by the end of the events. The crowd seemed entertained, applauding and cheering in approval, before Saki Digital was able to calm them down. When he resumed speaking the man outlined the rules of the competition. The tournament winner would receive full crane school instruction, at the graciousness of the host. Those who made it to the preliminary matches would receive a modest discount, and that the four winners of the individual tiered brackets would be competing in a free for all, of which the losers would receive a more impressive thirty percent discount. Melonia was somewhat annoyed by the bracketing of the prices, she'd much before hard currency to a discount. But, that wouldn't matter if she won, provided she even desired this crane school training.
Saki Digital gave a few brief more instructions, issuing orders on how the sorting of fighters would go. Melonia took her place in the line that soon formed, stepping forward in place until she was at the head of the queue. She grabbed a number, one hundred and seventeen, and began moving towards room number three as instructed. Once there she took her place amount the fifty other fighters, sizing them up as they all waited for further instructions. The crane master was smart subdividing the event, they'd get through the early bouts four times faster this way. And with any luck some of the better warriors in the other divisions would make short work of their foes. Just as Melonia intended too. She leaned against the wall, twirling the weighted ponytail of her hair around in lazy circles like a grim mace. All the while waiting for further instructions from the event organizers. WC: 1063, TWC: 2112
-c-Saki now went to the viewing room for room three seeing that three was his favorite number, his first official ranking in the lanza for being the tercero or the number three lanza elite. He grew up the ranks and even took over the lanza for a time before it shutting down and going into hibernation. He made a lot of money of selling simulation chambers and other items to the free market that leena and her other elites constructed.
But being the crane master ment not isolating himself to get stronger. It ment finding people and taking in people who would have potencial in the stance. This was after his match with Baalbatos, a demon…he mastered the second tier of the crane school teachings and was iching to teach him his highest tier techniques. He decided to hack into the camera’s and motion sensors to see who was in bracket three. Saki now had the registry of names for those who drew the numbers of that bracket. They’re were many names and many faces…but there was one face that made him smile, a face and a very well toned body. (What’s this? Why is she wearing battle armor?) Saki thought until he saw the brown tail wagging around. (A saiyan?! Leena was a saiyan, a saiyan elite of the saiyan empire that Jarvis took over and controls now…this should be an interesting fight. Really it will be.) He now had visual over everyone in the room.
-in pleminary room three-
There were two students of the crane school but these were the cooks, all of them with white t-shirts with the mark of chautzu’s logo on the front. They were the cooking monks of the crane school, they would teach chefs how to cook as well as kung fu and energy manipulation. One Manwolf crane cooking monk was in the first circular ring farthest from the door and there was a short bald headed crane cooking monk in the second circular ring. The rings were 20 feet in diameter as the room was 50 feet in diameter.
The one in the checkered shirt began to tap his mic. “Hello? Can I get your attention please?” He said, clearing his throat after before speaking. “Now welcome to the Kill Gauntlet! Your in Gauntlet three since this is the bracket from numbers one hundred and one to one hundred and fifty. Now here’s the thing, there’s 50 of you so we’re going to have two rings to fight in. Can the odd numbers go to ring ‘A’ and the even numbers please go to ring ‘B’. After you go to your rings you will see a bench on the walls. Ring ‘B’s waiting bench is on the far side of the right room where Ring ‘B’ is and Ring ‘A’s waiting bench is on the far side of the left room where Ring ‘A’ is located. Please go and sit on the benches and wait for your number to be called. Keep it down and just sit down and mentally prep yourselves for battle. Victory is by ring out, knock out, submission, and when the opponent quits on you…also...quitters will not be offered a discount but will be taxed 500 zeni for the quitting tax. There is to be no texting or cell phone calls, beepers and pagers are to be turned off with cell phones and i-pods and i-phones.”
He then bowed to them. “Thank you for your cooperation.”
-in the viewing room-
Saki heard everything, he was pleased with it, especially with the 500 zeni quitting tax for insulting his resolve by quitting the gauntlet that 200 people signed up for to win a free training session with him. He smirked as he saw that the saiyan girl was on Ring ‘A’ waiting bench for the match. He was happy to see her, the name on the registery was melonia, a diamond in the rough….she would make a great crane mercenary…she had the body of a female fatale, the waist and thighs were thick and saki loved big and toned women. He now heard the gong go off in the third room as it went off in all four rooms and the matches were now going to begin, saki ready to see what his future students are made off.
Melonia stood in stoic silence at the far end of the preliminary room, close to the door and towards the back of the crowd. This tournament entailed a great deal of fan fare and she was less than enthused by it so far. She'd been waiting for hours between the lines, the sign up process, and now more instructions. Before her were two sparring rings, each just under half the size of the total room. The men currently standing on the sparring circles didn't strike her as real warriors. They had a different sort of look about them, and Melonia could only sigh and watch with baited breath to see what would transpire next. One of them wore a checkered shirt, and moved to turn on his microphone. His tapping rung through the modest arena, followed shortly his voice. The man called for the attention of the fighters present, and the majority of the gathering looked up in his general direction. Melonia did as well, though lazily and only half interested. Until he started giving more instructions it wasn't much worth the effort. As if on command the announcer did just that, welcoming the attendants to the aptly named "Kill Gauntlet." "A rather simplistic name..." thought Melonia, "Although I guess that means earthlings cut to the point. So that at least removes some of the frivolities of this ordeal."
The announcer then repeated that the contests of Melonia's division were located in Gauntlet number three, as determined by their numbering during the initial drawing of lots. He then identified which ring was designated as alpha, and which one was designated as bravo. The odd numbers were to go to alpha, with the even numbered contestants heading off for bravo. Melonia and two dozen other fighters got up to shuffle to the far side of the room of the left room to take seats on their benches by the alpha fighting ring. She was careful to make sure she got a seat on the far edge, so her legs could have all the leg room they needed. That, and she had absolutely no desire to sit wedged between two disgustingly smelly earth warriors. At least the bench itself was rather comfortable, the Crane School seemingly spared little expense in the furnishing of their dojo as a whole. The rules of the engagement were simple enough, knock out, submissions, or forfeit. Forfeiting cost the submitter an additional free for withdrawing from the tournament. This didn't much bother Melonia, she had no desire to quit, a Saiyan warrior would rather be beaten honorably than flee like a coward. A final message about turning off personal communication devices had several fighters reaching into their pockets for personal gadgetry to turn off. Melonia wondered if they'd include scouters in that tally, if she had a scouter to even bring that is. With a final thank you the announce took a bow before the contestants, signifying the end of his brief speech.
Melonia gave a short sigh as the man walked off the arena. She looked up to the viewing room high above the tournament grounds, managing to catch a glimpse of the esteemed Saki Digital. He seemed to be looked her way with great intent. Melonia was keenly aware of her status as the only Saiyan at the event. Hopefully some of these earthlings had at least a modest amount of fighting prowess, and she sorely hoped she wouldn't kill any of them. As she stared up at Saki Digital the young Saiyan beauty tossed back her hair and blew the man a kiss. After all, its not like anything bad ever came from a little flirtatiousness. WC: 617 TWC: 2,729
Saki overlooked the room that melonia was in. (What a good turn out, these fighters are all determined to win and that’s what I’m looking for..Determination! Commitment! Effort! That’s what I’m looking for in a student!) He now saw Melonia, a sweet little saiyan girl who blew him a kiss. Saki waved to her with a winking jesture with his left eye. (What a woman, a very attractive saiyan warrior…flirtatious and sexy…) He thought in his head. Soon the match started and Saki watched the first two fights begin. In Ring ‘A’ was a bear mutant and a human wearing jeans and a leather jacket. The fight there began and the human rushed forward with a volley of fast punches to the body of the bear who crossed his arms and blocked. (Hrm, this one has a fierce fighting spirit…) Saki thought as he watched the fight go down.
In ring two, two humans entered and began to fight. The two humans began to launch hard and fast attacks that saki’s mechanical mind was able to read and track. Soon the one human in red got kicked in his chin then the human in the white thrusted his right palm forward, firing what was known as the crane shadow strike. The human was pushed out of the ring by the energy and was now DQed.
In ring one the bear was kept on the defensive until he stomped on the human’s foot and then thrusted his right palm into the chest of the human which caused it to stagger back a bit. Saki thought he was done when the bear came rushing at him but the human was playing possum as he took out his legs while running. The bear lost his footing and he flew out of the ring, hitting the wall.
The first few fights were really getting better. Suddenly the crane monks carried the two warriors on stretchers to the infirmary and new numbers were called. “one hundred and seventeen vs one hundred and three” The one ref called.
The second ref called 110 vs 102 in the room as well.
Melonia smirked as the crane master returned her blown kiss with his own wave a wink. sat comfortably on her end of the bench as the first pair of fighters took the stage. A large bear mutant warrior and a surly looking looking fighter dressed in denim jeans and a leather biker's jacket. The hulking creature with fangs and teeth had the clear physical edge in size, strength, reach, and likely endurance and stamina. But, the other warrior looked a good deal faster, and likely had a more intimate understanding of utilizing Ki energy. Worse for his opponent, he might be a good deal more intelligent than the ursine adversary.
The two fighters bowed and squared off, taking their fighting stances as they sized each other up. The earthling charged forth unleashing a punishing volley of punches that the man bear deftly blocked with a cross guard stance. Nearby in the second ring two evenly matched fighters were squaring off. One dressed in a bright crimson gi, going by the name of Ken. The other, in a matching white gi, called himself Ryu. The two matched blows as kicks were countered by masterful palm thrusts. Back and forth their blows rang out as they clashed, each putting each other on the defensive though being unable to land a decisive blow. Then in a flash the warrior in white launched a devastating kick to the chin of his rival, thrusting his palm forward into the other man's chest. The red warrior was catapulted backwards by the sheer force of the blow, and despite his best efforts he landed in a ring out. The refs called the fight and the first warrior helped his opponent up to his feet. The two fighters shook hands as the referees tallied the score.
With that bout completed Melonia shifted her attention back to the first ring to watch the man bear fighting his leather clad opponent. The jacketed warrior charged his foe, planting a kick in the bear's gut which he merely grunted and absorbed the blow. His own mighty paw came crashing down on the man's foot, shattering tile beneath it. A massive paw surged out to strike the man dead center, sending him flying backwards. The jacketed warrior managed to stop himself before he was rung out, panting heavily as the bear then charged him. He dove low, clearly a feigned attack. Melonia arched an eyebrow as she watched as the grabbed his opponent's legs, tripped them out from under his bull rushing foe. The bear mutant was sent toppling end over end, his balance destroyed. He flew outside the ring, crashing into the opposite wall. The stadium shook slightly from the force of the impact, bits of plaster and rock breaking loose around the point of the crash. Most of the crowd winced, though Melonia didn't so much as register the impact, she'd been hit harder for breakfast. The Saiyan military academy was rather ruthless in its training.
With both matches completed Melonia could only sit and watch as the officials escorted out the injured on stretchers. The referee for ring alpha stood up and raised his microphone. "Could contestants one hundred and seventeen and contestants one hundreds and three please step forward and take your side of the ring." Melonia looked down at her piece of paper in hand, and sure enough her number had been called. She crumpled it up and stood up from her bench, tossing it aside to a waste basket. The second referee also grabbed his mic, tapping it once before addressing the fighters. "Yes, and I'd like contestants one hundred and ten, and contestant one hundred and two to step forth for fighting ring bravo." Two large creatures that looked vaguely like ogres stood up from their seats, moving towards the second ring. Melonia was momentarily distracted by the unseemly nature of the monsters. Truly earth was a land of many strange beings, where as her home of Natto had only Saiyans to contend with.
As Melonia moved to take her place on one side of the ring she caught sight of her opponent. A massive pterodactyl-like creature, a Giras, though she did not know that species. He stood almost eight feet tall, and most have weighed in excess of five hundred pounds. His skin a dark blue on his back with a dark green underbelly. His wings outstretched and the creature let out a bellowing roar. "Gwahahahahaha. Is this seriously who I have to fight? A little girl?" Snickers were heard from the crowd, and Melonia let out a short scoff at his words. "And is this seriously who I have to fight? Something this ugly?" The Giras grew angry quickly, slamming his tail on the ground, cracking the tiles. "WHAT? UGLY? Is that what you think of me? What's your name you little brat? I wanna know it before I smash you into dust."
"I'm twenty three." Melonia said callously, inspecting her pearl white gloves on one hand. "What?" The Giras retorted, agitation clear on his face. "I said, I'm twenty three. Hardly a brat. And for the record, what's your name you fat slug? I'm Melonia, if you are so eager to know." Melonia paused, lowering herself to sit cross legged on the floor. "And you're pretty strong, got a fat tail on you. For the record, I can do that too." Melonia grinned, and uncoiled her tail from her waist, slamming it onto the floor of the stage. It exploded beneath her as she sheered her half of the arena in twain, reducing it to rubble with the mere flick of her tail. A cocky grin on her face the entire time. The Giras stood motionless, frozen in horror at the display. "I...I'm..." he didn't get to finish his sentence, Melonia dashed up from her place, planting a kick in the creature's fat bulbous stomach. He grimaced in pain and was sent soaring backwards. Or rather, he would have been, had Melonia not grabbed his tail, swinging him overhead and slamming his face into the arena. A swift kick to his side followed, and she dashed to the other end of the ring to wait with her knee for the Giras to impact his face. The monster bellowed in pain. "Stop, please stop." But Melonia looked down coldly. "Why? I'm having fun." She punched his face hard enough to shatter most of his teeth, then stomped his head hard enough to shatter more of the ring.
Melonia hovered into the air, her tail swishing behind her as she looked down in agitation at the Giras below her. "I don't actually care what your name is, or who you are. I'm here to beat you, nothing more, and nothing less." Her gaze was cold, and her piercing black eyes leveled on his own. "I am a Saiyan Warrior from Natto, graduate of the Saiyan Military Academy, and a soldier sworn to Overseer Nasu until my dying breath. You are nothing to me insect, now die." Her finger pointed towards the Giras and a tiny sphere of violet colored Ki appeared. "Now perish, Galexia Gun!" The referee rushed onto the stage waving his hands. "Stop! Stop! Your opponent declared forfeit. You must end the fight." Melonia leveled her gaze on the crane monk and fired her attack, it buried itself deep into the ground an inch from the Giras' face, detonating deep underground with an earthshaking boom. "Oh." She said reluctantly, letting out a long sigh. "Fair enough." She landed back down on the stage, hefting up her opponent and dropping him outside the ring. "There, then I am the victor, and you are defeated. Now, who gets to suffer my wrath next?" She said calmly as her gaze leveled on the remaining warriors on the bench. "You'll all be next." At that Melonia walked calmly off stage, taking her seat back on the bench, though this time the remaining fighters scooted as far away from her as they could. WC: 1,343 TWC: 4,702
Saki saw the reaction of the female saiyan and was quite happy about it. The match with Melonia’s number was called along with another fighter and both came to the ring. The female saiyan was facing off against a dino with wings. The Giras fighter was melonia’s opponent, standing at about eight feet tall and weighted to an excess of five hundred pounds; the skin being dark blue on his back with a dark green underbelly with his wings outstretched. This guy was rude as hell, laughing at his opponent, calling her a little girl. The crowd was laughing until the saiyan girl scoffed at his words, saying that the dino was ugly. The giras type fighter grew angry and slammed his tail on the ground breaking some tiles. He yelled at the saiyan girl, angered from the insult. He then proceeded to call the girl a little brat, demanding to know her name.
The saiyan girl now spoke coldly, saying she was twenty three while inspecting her pearl white gloves on one hand. The giras yelled ‘What’ and Melonia continued, repeating her age of twenty three; saying she was hardly a brat then asked the name of the fat dino, saying her name was melonia; now sitting cross legged on the floor. She said that the creature was pretty strong and had a fat tail on him. She then stated she can slam her tail too and uncoiled her tail from the waist, slamming said tail onto the floor of the tiled stage. It exploded underneath her as she sheer her half of the arena, reducing it to rubble with the mere whip of her saiyan tail. Saki was impressed at the saiyan’s power but more importantly her tail strength. (This saiyan has promise! To do more damage then this Giras creature with her tail? Intense!) The crane master then saw the smile on her face and liked it. The giras was scared and frozen in horror from Melonia’s display of power, struggling to get the words out. As he was speaking, the female saiyan elite dashed forward and planted a good kick to the creature’s fat stomach. The creature was in pan and was sent flying back but the tail of the giras was caught and saki watched with pride as the dino was lifted overhead and slammed face first into the arena. A kick to the side followed and she dashed to the other side of the ring with a knee waiting which the dino ran face first into. The site saki saw was one that was funny. The monster was crying to stop…the saiyan didn’t care. She punched the creature hard in the face then stomped on his foot.
The female saiyan hover into the air with her tail wagging behind her as she look down at the creature. She then began saying she didn’t care about his name or who he was. She was here to beat him nothing more and nothing less. The saiyan’s gaze was cold and killer like, her eyes meeting the Giras’ eyes. She said she was a saiyan warrior from Natto and a graduate of the saiyan military academy as well as a soilder sworn to protect the overseer Nasu until her dying breath. Saki like her commitment and resolve thus far. Now she was going to kill the dino by pointing her finger forming a tiny sphere of violet colored ki. She then said the attack name called Galexia Gun but the ref rushed onto the stage waving his hands yelling to stop and that the opponent declared forfeir and to end the fight. Saki saw the look on the saiyan’s eye as she fired the attack an inch from the Giras’ face. Detonating deep underground. She now finished and landed back down on the stage, hefting up the dinosaur and dropped him outside of the ring. She knew she was the victor but was still hungry for another fight. She started threatening the combatants asking who wanted to be next then saying they’ll all be next. The artificial demon liked the emotions he was seeing from melonia and stroked his chin. (That girl, she’s got potencial…all the other fighters are scared of her…such a good candidate for crane training. I’m hoping that she wins it all…she has the strength to win it all.) Soon saki’s technology fixed up the ring and room until it was brand new and the next round of fighting would begin. The ref spoke in Melonia’s bracket. “Number 103 vs number 107. Both fighters please enter the ring.”
Melonia watched in mild awe as the Crane Master's dojo was swiftly repaired by the damage from her fight. She hadn't expected such technology to exist on earth, based on what else she'd seen of the planet's populace. Perhaps there were a token few among them with sufficiently advanced science, or maybe she'd simply misjudged them. Either way, within minutes the damage was undone and the fighting continued unhindered. The referee called for fighters one hundred and three, and one hundred and seven. Melonia watched as the next pair of warriors stood up to enter the ring.
The first was an extremely muscular man wearing only a pair of black pants tied with a red silken belt, with a matching pair of black tennis shoes. His hair was short and worn rugged, matched by a close cropped beard. The second fighter was taller, with long limbs and much darker skin tones. He had a swarthy look about him and dressed in a yellow gi with a sigil Melonia could not place on his back, likely some earth martial arts school or some such. Maybe a family crest or the symbol of the organization he followed. The two fighters squared off as the referee called for the match to begin. The man in black pants moved swiftly, keeping his distance and holding his stance as he slowly circled his opponent. The man in yellow waited calmly, holding a meditative pose as he sat in the middle of the ring.
Eventually the man in black grew impatient and the benched fighters began to egg to the two fighters on. Melonia could only shrug and sigh as she watched the two seemingly useless combatants play at their defensive game. Were she up there she'd have already beaten her opponent senseless for wasting her time. Instead she preoccupied herself by checking to see that she hadn't messed up the hair of her ponytail during the last match. A bit of fiddling and some close inspection revealed it was still as luxurious as ever. As she looked up Melonia say that the match was finally underway. The man in black dashed at his opponent, spinning to deliver a punishing kick was his right leg. Before it could connect his opponent moved like lightning and sweep kicked low, dodging the other fighter's attack and kicking his leg out from under him.
The crowd gasped at the display of speed, and the man in yellow delivered a brutal palm strike to his foe's chest before his back hit the ground, driving him down into the tile. As the shirtless warrior hit tile he gasped in pain, raised his hand and fired a yellow Ki blast into his opponent's face. The target was sent reeling from the impact, taking the full weight of the blast without having time to dodge it. The two opponents both retreated back to their sides of the ring to brace themselves for another round, both wounded from the opponent round of the match. It was proving to be a bit more interesting than Melonia had expected, though still mindlessly dull. One earth warrior had the vaguest notion of understanding Ki, and neither had a power level above even three hundred. She was fairly confident she could beat either with both arms and both legs tied behind her back. After a minute of thought, the Saiyan warrior decided she could likely kill either of them with a single headbutt if she actually tried.
The match continued to drag on as the two fighters became ever more cautious of the other. The man in the yellow gi had become very weary of his opponent's minor Ki wielding abilities, and the man in black pants had realized his foe's martial superiority with his speed and greater agility. The two moved carefully, each on the defensive in their own way. The only blows were minor and Melonia quickly grew disinterested in the fight. Both were weak in their own way, and neither was willing to accept it. So naturally, she did the next best thing, which was get up and leave. The Saiyan warrior rose from the bench and began to walk off in her sultry strutting walk as she swayed her prominent hips to each sinfully seductive movement. Leaving the immediate tournament grounds the Saiyan was in dire need of using a bathroom.
Melonia rounded a corner and headed down a hallway towards what seemed to be a maintenance level of sorts. The facility was much quieter here without the raucousness of the fighting back in the twin sets of arenas. The young Saiyan warrior felt the tedium of watching lesser fighters lift as she began to look for a suitable rest room. Passing what appeared to be an infirmary, Melonia gazed casually inside to see a number of injured fighters laying on stretchers. She scoffed, thinking it was strange they didn't just place them in healing tanks, only to remember that the Saiyan Alliance held a healing machine with abilities well beyond any other in existence. Other species were not as blessed as her own. Continuing down the hall she spotted the sign she was looking for. Turned down the next hall Melonia saw the tell tale drinking fountains and accompanying bathrooms. She let out a small smirk, it seemed some things never changed from planet to planet, and so the Saiyan slipped quietly into the restroom to take care of her womanly business. WC: 915 TWC: 5,617
-c- Saki smirked after seeing the last fight melonia fought in, impressed with her speed and strength. The dojo was repaired from the damage of the last fight, the attack that broke the building was now fixed with nanoprobe and fiber optic technology. The next fight was coming and crane master saki watched as the fighters stood up to enter the ring.
One fighter was really muscular wearing a black pants tied with a red silk belt holding it up with a matching pair of black tennis shoes. Saki looked at the man and just stroked his chin. The hair was short and rugged with a beard. The second fighter was taller than the first fighter with long limbs and a dark skin tone. He wore a yellow gi with a sigil which saki saw as one of the martial arts schools run on earth. He smirked a bit. (This fighter wearing the yellow gi seems trained…this should be a good fight.) He thought to himself while watching.
The fighters took stances as the referee started the match. The man in the black pants moved swiftly as he kept his distance and held his stance well as he began to slowly circle his opponent. The man in yellow was calm, holding a meditative pose; the man sitting in the middle of the ring.
(This is interesting, the bearded man is waiting to defend against an attack. The yellow gi wearing man is meditating in the ring…this is gonna be interesting.)
The man in black grew impatient and the fighters on the bench started egging the two fighters to begin. Saki strugged as this was moving slower then he expected.
Soon the fight began and the beared man rushed at his opponent and spun to deliver a kick to the right leg, the other man moving with lighting speed and preformed a sweep kick as he dodged the bearded man’s attack and kicked his leg from underneath him.
The crowd was shocked at the display of speed and the man in yellow preformed a hard palm strike to the bearded man’s chest before the back made impact with the tiled ground, driving him into the tiles. The bearded man gasped in pain and thrusted his hand forward and fired a yellow energy blast into the face of the man in yellow. Saki was happy to see that his future crane students were fighting so hard.
The blast hit and the man in yellow was hurting. Now both fighters retreated back to their corner to ready themselves for the next bout of battle.
The match continued, the bearded man having some control over energy and the man in yellow with having greater speed and agility then the bearded man. The fight continued, both fighters throwing down strikes which the other was blocking.
Saki now spotted the saiyan girl leaving the room. (She must be bored….the fights aren’t getting any better here…) He said to himself as he kept looking on.
As Melonia finished up her womanly business in the bathroom she felt slightly refreshed and reinvigorated. Men have it so much better when it comes to bladder control. Passing down the same hallways she made a stop by the infirmary again. Several combatants had joined the injured, likely warriors from the other three divisions. She didn't spot either of the current two combatants in her ring, and presumed them to have emerged without serious injury. A nurse gave the Saiyan woman an annoyed glare as she caught sight of Melonia staring in at the medical center, and the woman quickly caught her drift. Turning swiftly to depart, Melonia brushed her way past several of the Crane Monks as she made her way back towards the arena. What she found there was not unexpected, but otherwise disinteresting.
The two sparring warriors had not been beaten in a knockout or an elimination, seemingly both continuing to spar lightly, too cautious to seriously commit to any kind of major offensive. They stood silently at their respective ends of the arena while the referees tallied up the score. It seemed to have been a close match, judging by the faces of the monks as they reviewed their papers. Melonia could hardly care though, a fight was only a true victory when one opponent was defeated or forfeit, losing based on an arbitrary point system was a weakling's system. And the Saiyan warrior saw herself as no weakling. Melonia calmly took her seat on the now very familiar bench off to the side of the ring. She lazily looked over at the dozen and a half or so fighters left seated. Soon they'd be whittled away, maybe she'd be able to stretch her legs and relax when they were gone.
Finally one of the referees held up a signalling fan while the other tapped on his mic. "Attention, after intense deliberation, the Crane School has decreed that contest number one hundred and seven is the victory. Twenty five points to twenty four points, a technical knockout elimination." The dark skinned fighter in the golden gi raised a fist triumphantly, punching at the air and celebrating in jubilation. The other man looked sullen, panting heavily as he rested his hands on his knees. As the golden gi wearing fighting returned to his seat Melonia turned to him and grinned. "You know... since you won, that means you get to fight me eventually." The man recoiled in terror at her words, cold and heartless. "I look forward to kicking out your teeth one by one." Melonia said with a sneer, before blowing a kiss and returning to watching the other fights.
As Melonia laid back to relax the refs called for the night bout. "Attention third division contestants, would fighters number one hundred and twelve, and one hundred and seventeen please step forward." Melonia sighed, she'd hoped for a little more time to waste until her next match, but so be it. She stepped forward to see what her opponent was. Taking the stage she was greeted with perhaps the oddest opponent she'd seen yet. The man was tall, looking to be a bit over six foot. His beard was great and bushy, tied in five tassels with burning candles at each end. A large mustache completed the look, which drooped down across his face. He wore a black tricorn hat with a crossed skull and crossbones adorning its front face. Across his body the man wore a long black frock coat, composed of a body length black leather jacket with a second more formal blue jacket beneath. The outfit was decorated in frills and archaic style buttons, matched by the a set of leather trousers and black leather buckled boots.
Melonia could only scratch her head at the sight. "Am I supposed to be scared of that outfit? Or are you just some homeless guy that showed up and filled out the forms?" She asked simply, still trying to figure out if the event organizers were serious. Maybe the Crane School tournament wasn't as prestigious as she had thought, it could be all flash and no substance given the two opponents she'd have fought now. Not to mention the poor showing of the few she'd seen. The man in the strange outfit seemed enraged by her remark. "Homeless? HOMELESS!? YE BE THINKING' I'M SOME HOMELESS LANDLUBBER!? I'M CAPTAIN RED BEARD THE RAVAGER, TERROR OF THE SEVEN SEAS, SLAYER OF KRAKENS AND PLUNDER OF PORTS. I WAS LOOTIN' VESSELS OF TRADE FLYING THE JOLLEY ROGER PROUD AND TRUE WHEN YOU WAS JUST SEED IN YE MOMMA'S BELLY!" Melonia blinked twice, stunned at the man's words. "But your beard is black, not red." Came her reply, her coal black eyes locked on the man's equally dark beard. This seemed to really set the man off, causing the so called Red Beard to stamp his feet in anger and practically foam at the mouth, his face growing bright red. "I AIN'T CALLED RED BEARD THE RAVAGER BECAUSE OF MY HAIR, I'M CALLED IT ON ACCOUNT OF MY BEARD RUNS RED WITH THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMIES! ISN'T THAT OBVIOUS YA STUPID GIT?"
"Not really. It's kind of a dumb named." Melonia replied, turning to look at the referees. "Hey did the match start? I wasn't playing attention. I can kill this guy now right?" She said, pointing a thumb towards the fuming privateer as he virtually shot steam out his ears. "Um..." stated one of the monks. "Yes, it has, but please try not to destroy so much of the arena this time. It's not exactly cheap to repair you know. Also I'd advise against killing him... it's hell for our legal teams." Melonia nodded understandingly, folding her arms across her ample chest. "Oh, right. I suppose I didn't conside---" "YO AIN'T EVEN LISTENING TO ME!!" Red Beard shouted over her as she tried to talk. "I AM THROUGH WITH THIS GIRLY. YE DIE NOW!" At that the man drew a small capsule from his breast coat pocket.
Clicking the top of the device and tossing it into the air it exploded in a poof, turning into a large minigun. The heavy weapon fell with a weighty force straight into the man's hands. It grinned wickedly as he spooled up the barrels. "This here be six barrels a' cold rolled steel an' tungsten carbide. She fires a twenty two millimeter cartridge at damn near eight thousands rounds per minute." He let his words hang in the air as the man hefted up the weapon to level it at Melonia's chest. "I calls her Sheila, now DIE!" Red Beard pulled the trigger as his weapon began to open fire. "Hmm?" Melonia said as she turned to look at the man's rant. Thousands of armor piercing rounds came hurtling through the air at supersonic velocities. They impacted harmlessly against her Saiyan Battle Armor, harmlessly impacting her armor's under layer or ricocheting off the armored ceramic plating and guards. Melonia closed her eyes instinctively, in the same way someone closes them when they don't want to get sand and dirt in their eyes.
Red Beard laughed manically as his weapon fired on all cylinders, the barrels glowing red hot as thousands of bullets were fired down range. Monks and fighters dived out of the way, trying to avoid the barrage of deflected shots. Eventually the weapon ran dry and only rapid fire clicking sounds could be heard. Melonia looked up, no worse for wear. "Is that it?" She asked simply, darting forward to wretch the weapon from the man's hands. She swung it like a baseball bat, sending Red Beard catapulting into the stadium's back wall. He was embedded deep in the concrete foundations, most of his teeth shattered by the impact. "What...are...ye...she-demon?" He managed to stammer before he collapsed to the ground unconscious. Melonia shrugged and turned in place to calmly walk back towards her seat. "I already said who I was, you must not have been listening very well. Must have had seawater in your ears." She said sarcastically as she threw up her hands to signify the ridiculousness of the match. Part of her wondered if the tournament outlawed fire arms or not, she couldn't remember the rules beyond the allowed forms of eliminations. But a larger part of her didn't care enough to bother and ask. WC: 1,407 TWC: 7,024
-c- The Crane Master was watching the third tier fights, there was one with a buff leapord man who wore a brown gi with gold bracers and no shoes and pure human male who wore a camo grey gi and combat boots along with having light brown complection and a small atheletic build. The fight started out with the leopard man rushing forward on all fours and pouncing on the human and got him tackled to the ground, throwing a strong punch which began to crack and chip the tiles underneath the pure human. The strikes kept coming down, one by one and all the human could do was block them by bracing his crossed arms to cover up. The leopard man at this point, threw six hard punches on the pure human’s braced defense. The leapord man then stopped to fire an energy blast and the pure human used this as his chance to launch a counter strike. The brown human then struck the leopard man in the stomach with his right knee, causing the creature to be winded then he brought both legs up with his knees close to his core and kicked up with a rising double kick, sending the creature flying into the air to hit the ceiling hard, cracking the ceiling a bit with the forced impacts as well as chipping it too.
The creature now dropped to the center of the ring and was down, the concrete jungle warrior now stood there the leopard warrior now down and told he lost. Some Crane students came with a stretcher to carry out the leopard man who was knocked out on, putting him on it then leaving to the infirmary. This happened in the second ring closest to the left wall.
After the fight with these two was going to be one to remember, this being done in the ring on the left side of the room which was rectangular. The rings were 30 by thirty with the room being 80 foot in length by forth five feet in width. In Stage A, the next match was about to begin. A five foot seven monkey man wearing a camo brown gi walked into the ring. He had a headband and gloves on his fists as well as nothing on his feet but a pair of camo brown jean shorts with a hole for his tail. Behind him was a giant ox which was really big, wearing armor on his body which was a green chestplate with the name ‘Ox’ as an insignia on the front chest with cream pants and blue boots. The warrior had green bracers on his arms, brass knuckles on each of his hands and a blue sash holding up his pants.
Saki looked into the databanks to see the list of fighters with a profile and numbers, he looked up the numbers which were called and he got ahold of the first guy’s profile. He was a warrior in the southern islands who wanted to train under such a style. He was a fast fighter and a expert in the monkey styles. The second guy was a guy that was in a tribe where this was the norm. This was his base stance as he became 30 years of age, one of the ten strongest in the clan and now left to get even stronger by wanting to train under a forgotten school with such a strong master like Saki Digital.
The match was now about to begin as the whistle blew. The bench began to cheer which was watching the opposing ring Melonia was in. The monkey began to dart around the floor, making multiples of himself circling the Ox creature then moved in, striking it from all sides. The ox now used his endurance to take the beating, laughing at how weak it was. Soon the circling monkey man afterimages now disappeared and a uppercut was launched at the bottom of the ox’s chin, the body spinning as he flew up, into the ceiling. His head hitting something that would only chip amd crater instead of breaking and he now fell to the ground, grabbing his head then curling into a ball. (The ceiling is 70 feet high from the ground.) The man-monkey then got underneath the landing spot of the Ox creature and shot up into the air to get him, being curled into a ball and spinning really fast. The man-monkey ball hit the warrior many times, keeping him in the air then getting above him, putting his foot to the back of the ox fighter and shot down with great power and speed to the ground, slamming the ox creature hard into the tiles which cratored 5 feet and began to chip as the weight was pressed against it. The monkey then jumped up and shot down with a headbutt to the center of it’s back, breaking his body armor as the top of the monkey man’s hard head shattered the green armor and caused the Ox creature to scream until his eyes buldged out of it’s sockets and it now lay flat on it’s face Knocked out.
The ref called the match for the man-monkey and he now left the ring.
Suddenly after the fight was ended, an array of shots seemed to have pelted melonia, the bullets breaking on her armor. It seemed to be some hobo who was dressed up as a bad pirate, calling himself a captain as well as using the name red beard when his beard was black. The man stank of booze, that being the only thing strong about him. Saki then quickly caught the glance of Melonia grabbing what seemed to be a high end firearm and with a home run swing, sent the fake ass pirate into the wall.
Saki frowned to himself. “I don’t want money that bad…bums are parading in costumes for training..that’s really fucked up….what’s next? Who’s next to fight, that was a fucking joke match.” He said to himself, discusted at the fact that his kill gauntlet was attracting losers and low lives.
The fighting in the second arena for the third division was certainly heating up, and Melonia watched some mild interest as a camouflage pattern wearing earthling had a fiery match against some kind of feline humanoid. The Saiyaness briefly wondered where on earth these humanoid animals seemed to come from. She'd only been on the planet a brief while and already she'd seen reptilian beings, feline beings, and a plethora of sapient creatures beyond simply earthlings. None of them seemed to be actual aliens from another world, given there was virtually no space travel coming to or from the planet on their approach. Perhaps they'd avoided any planet wide extinction events to reset the evolutionary playing field throughout the planet's history. It was certainly an odd feeling, as opposed to Natto where ninety nine point nine percent of the population were Saiyans and mixed ancestry Saiyans of every shape and sort.
A small grin crossed her fair face as the feline warrior was bested. Collapsing in his weariness and having to be carted off by the paramedics. The tournament seemed to have an unusually high number of serious injuries, either due to the earthlings' predisposition to recklessness, or simply because they weren't very good fighters. Melonia chucked to herself at either likelihood, they were both terribly funny to the young Saiyaness. The referees called for the next fight on her arena, fighters one hundred and thirty five, and one hundred and twenty two. The first was a great mountain of a man. Possibly seven feet tall and damn near as broad. He looked like he could hurl boulders with ease and rip stumps out of the ground. His opponent was just as impressive, a head taller and significantly less broad, but ripping with packed muscles from end to end. The shorter man looked like a chiseled god, with the figure of a body builder and a bald head that glistened under the stadium lights. He wore strange red gloves to cover his fists as he jabbed and punched at the air, bouncing in springy motions with graceful footwork.
The announcer spoke up, addressing the crowd. "And for our next match. Bokoro the Breaker versus Alexander Armstrong! Contestants, I want a good clean fight. Begin!" The two men snapped into action, with the burly boxer lunging forward with light jabs and feigns. The larger fighter was surprisingly nimble despite his massive size. His round belly absorbing blows as he laughed, countering to deflect the strikes directed at his face. The two warriors sparred back and forth, each landing a series of light blows. These men were built for two things, brute force, and unyielding endurance. A vicious series of lightning fast punches to the bigger man's flanks did nothing to slow him as he unleashed a pummeling blow with a well placed kick from his tree trunk like legs. Armstrong was sent skidding backwards, wiping the spittle from his mouth with one of his gloves. "A solid hit. You're strong for a fat loaf, now let me show you how a real man punches!" The brawling boxer dived back into battle, unleashing a rain of blows directed at his foeman's face. He dodged a counter strike and delivered a fierce uppercut. His opponent staggered and clenched his jaw. "Little man hit weaker than Bokoro's mother. Bokoro will smash you to bits!" he bellowed in a swarthy eastern accent before charging like a mad bull back into battle.
Melonia smiled a bit, this fight would be a heated one. She stood up from the bench, taking a seat cross legged a ways away off by herself. Leg's folded crossed beneath her the Saiyan sat on the cushion of her pillowy rear end. Summoning her Ki she focused herself, guiding it downward like a guiding hand. With a bit of focus and a bit more effort her Ki pushed off the ground, lifting her into the air. Now hovering several feet off the ground the Saiyan unwound her tail from her slender waist, allowing it to fall limply to the ground as it rested. Watching the fight before her, the clash of bodies. It was all so familiar, yet so terribly distant. Memories from her past flooded back to her, from the scent of the room to the color of the dim lights. The Saiyan beauty relaxed, entering a meditative state. Her body still at the Crane School dojo, but her mind withdrawing into herself as she dove into her memories.
It had been a much less opulent facility, a much darker tone. The room small and dingy, unkempt floors covered in blood, sweat, and filth. The walls bedecked in recruitment posters and pictures of various idols and heroes. Overseer Nasu's face plastered on a large ad saying "Natto Needs You! Enlist Today!" with the planet in the backdrop. A rack of rusted out lockers wrapped around two walls, most of them bearing impact marks from the fists of a dozen disgruntled fighters after losing a match. A crude boxing ring set up in the middle of the space, four metal stakes driven into the concrete floors with large tires stretched across them to make the edge of the ring. Melonia was younger then, only a girl of sixteen, every bit as fiery and untamed then as she was now. Though a good deal more brash and reckless, not that her reputation as such was undeserved.
Her staff sergeant had run an underground fight club out of an unused gym in a lower level of her Saiyan Alliance Academy barracks. Cobbled together out of abandoned supplies and kept silent under threat of demotion and pain of ruthless beatings. Only those surly, burly, or bold enough knew about it, and of those only a few dozen actual participated. Melonia stood at one end of the room, surrounded by throngs of cheering supporters. Hooting and hollering, putting down money on wagers for the paymasters to collect. Loudly yelling in raucous conversation and drinking from tankards of thick Saiyan ale. The men were big, sweaty, and above all else loud. Exactly the sort of thing the Saiyan academy was good at churning out, turning brutish oafs into well trained, unquestioningly loyal, less oafish brutes. Melonia stood in the center of the crowd, several heads shorter than most. Dressed in a black leotard that covered her curvaceous frame, hands taped up for the fight and a bandage over a cut just above her eye. Still bleeding from her lip from the last fight she shadow boxed the air as her supporters cheered her on.
The other half of the room was less joyous, a crowd of Saiyans from a rival barracks. They'd come over for part of the joint training exercises, and now they were working off steam in the best way Saiyans knew how. Fighting, and the second best way, watching someone else fight. Their fighters were more cursing amongst each other, pointing and jeering, drinking copious amounts and talking up a storm. Melonia had bested three of their fighters in a row, she was going for a personal best this night. Tipsy from alcohol and fired up for another fight. The operators had put her at ten to one odds for winning another bout, her stamina should have been drained at the end of last match. But the young Saiyaness was top of her class, and getting stronger by the day. There wasn't a man on base still at a cadet rank that could best her, and there were rumors she outclassed even some of the instructors. Whatever the truth to that, the woman was good. Eager for another round of vicious melee combat.
Her final opponent of the night was the biggest of the bunch. A towering Saiyan by the name of Articho, six foot eight and built like a Nattoan cave bear. With long unkempt brown hair trailing down to his back and great bulging biceps that looked like they could crush skulls like grapes. He stepped forward, shirtless from the waist up. His broad frame hair with chest hair that ran down to his naval, his tail tied up tight to hold his pants up. He looked to Melonia and crossed his finger across his throat mimicking the blade of a knife. "You got lucky tonight Melonia. Fighting three weaklings, but now you've got me." Melonia panted, stepping forward to hop into her side of the ring. "And you got lucky too. I had three warm up matches, so you're getting a good fight." Her opponent scoffed, stepping over the ring's barrier without even needing to vault to clear its edges. "Is that what you're calling it? A good fight. No, more like fatigue and exhaustion. Just look at you!" Melonia smiled a cocky grin at his words. "Looks can be deceiving. You sound like the last guy. What was his name? Onio? He said something similar, now he's in intensive care nursing a shattered jaw. We told the medics he fell! Ha!" Melonia gave a short belly laugh, taking her fighting stance.
Articho gritted his teeth, opening his mouth again to speak, only for the ref to shut him down early. "Yeah yeah, we get it. You're both tough. Safe the gloating for after the fight. We're gonna start the fight, so all you pieces of shit listen up." The Sergeant said in his deep booming voice. "You both know the rules. No flying, no Ki usage, no kicks of any kind. No hits below the belt and especially no going for the tail. I want a good clean fight, so let's touch gloves and get started." Melonia nodded, as did her foe. The two stepped forward, bumping their fists together as the ref held their hands in position. Articho's cold eyes locked on Melonia's, and she responded with the same. "Ready to lose?" He stated boastfully, "Only if you are." Came her swift reply. "Alright!" The ref called, letting go of their hands and hovering into the air. "Fight!"
Melonia immediately started off by sidestepping backwards. Articho was bold, and had lashed out with a horizontal blow. She avoided it narrowly, driven onto an early defensive. The rival Saiyans cheered as their champion seemed off to an early advantage. But every punch he threw Melonia could counter. Studying his speed, and testing his reach. There was a sweet spot to every fight, a place where she could strike with little fear of retaliation. Her opponents all had her beaten in height and reach, so she needed speed and agility. Float like a butterfly, sting like a Kold Demon, as they say. Melonia dashed in close with a few light jabs of her own. Articho blocked most, but a few got through to impact his shoulder and one grazed his jaw. He growled and countered with a strike to the face. Melonia blocked it easily, but couldn't move fast enough to counter the body blow that followed. She let out a gasp as the impact hit her in the side, groaning as she bit her lips, darting back for more room. Giving herself a minute to recover the Saiyaness charged back in, using her keen footwork to close the distance. Working to dodge her opponent's blows as she countered with her own. The two striking back and forth like two poised vipers ready to strike. Back and forth in their evenly matched sparring, listening to the cheers and encouragement of their comrades as they clashed back and forth.
All the while Melonia in truth was simply hovering by the side of the Crane School ring. Silently floating as she reflected on this proud battle of her past. Listening to the Breaker and the Armstrong as their fists connected and the sounds of their fighting filled her ears. Smelling in the scent of their battle as it reminded her of her own. Lost in reminiscing as she remained rigid in her meditative state. Closed eyelids twitching as her body replayed the events of the memory. Subconscious gestures to reply the events of that fight that seemed like a lifetime ago. WC: 2,025 TWC: 9,049 A taped fist connected with Melonia's face, sending a light spray of blood and staggering her backwards. She answered the blow with a vicious hit to the kidney. It was the third round of her brawl with Articho. They had gotten progressively more vicious as the fight wore on. The first had resulted in something akin to a tie, neither fighter committed to a full strength assault. Both testing each other in their own way, gauging their strength against that of their opponent. Probing for chinks in the armor, weak points in their technique to exploit. Neither warrior's technique was without flaw, though they were the best of their respective academies. Melonia had a blind spot in her form when her right shoulder was fully outstretched, and Articho had poor follow through on his sweeps. Though they made up for such flaws with speed and strength, respectively. Moreover, they were beating the weakness out of each other one fist at a time, forcing the other to hone their technique, fight to their limits as they mercilessly brawled under the handicapping conditions of the match.
It was all reminiscent of what was transpiring before the fighters of the alpha ring of division three. Both skilled with their fists primarily, slamming into each other with blow after blow. Punches, jabs, cross guards and counters. Palm thrusts smashing into each other's chest and a fair number of grapples and throws. Melonia's eyes may be closed, but here keen ears were not, listening to the impact of fist against flesh. Bone blocking blows and bodies in motion as the two fighters brawled. They had been doing the same for a while now, more testing each others' strengths than making serious progress in defeating their opponent. Gauging the gaps in their enemy's defense and gauging their endurance as one fist collided with another again and again.
The second round of Melonia's fight had been more aggressive, with Articho trying to gain an early edge. He'd forced Melonia onto the defensive, there she could best play to her strength. While it was true she couldn't hit as hard as the big Saiyan males, she was faster. Far more agile and graceful, a nimble sight in the sparring ring moving on light footfalls with the grace of a dancer as she avoided attack after attack. She zipped backwards out of the reach of a fierce punch, darting back in for a few quick jabs of her own. One knockout punch was a surefire way to win any fight, but only if it could connect. The weight of a thousand blows combined was often just as devastating, and easier to do. Melonia excelled at longevity in a sparring match, tiring down her foe and protracting the fight as long as she could. She enjoyed fights more that way, it was like a game of strategy, rather than a pure slugfest of brute strength.
Melonia moved in close, well within Articho's reach, ducking under a feign only to receive the real blow, straight to her gut. She winced in pain, unleashing a flurry of strikes to her opponent's midsection following by a side step and another quick punch to the gut. As her foe turned to face her the woman backed off, immediately shutter stepping forward as he moved in, catching him mid stance and bashing the side of his head. "You're getting slow." Melonia taunted, moving from side to side as she assumed a defensive stance. "Not slow...mad!" came the reply, filled with anger and a slightly swollen tongue. Articho flared his Ki and dashed forward. Melonia avoided the first few blows, counting the next, but the two fighters became enraptured in a series of brutal flurries of hits. Neither willing to disengage as they brutally bashed at each other. Strikes barely countered with a forearm or another fist, the two traded blows for almost a minute before they both disengaged. Panting in exertion they readied for another barrage, only for the referee to call the round clock.
The agile Saiyaness took a drink of cold water, swishing it in her mouth and spitting it into onto the ground. It was pink with blood, but she didn't care. She rolled her shoulders, feeling them pop. Her entire body was sore, likely bruised beneath her leotard. She'd be feeling it in the morning, but right now the pain gave her strength. Fueled her with desire to win, drive to succeed. She knew Articho felt the same, hell, every Saiyan did. It was their great gift, some called it thick headedness, others, simple mindedness. But the truth was it gave their warrior race resolve to fight on when others would have succumbed to defeat. The round bell rung and Melonia shot upright, ready to go again. This round would be the last, she knew neither of them cuold go on much longer. She'd welcome rest after this, but that only came if she won. If she somehow lost, the beatings she'd receive from her classmates for losing their bets would be far more severe. She had no desire to get pummeled into a bloody mess by several dozen pissed off drunk Saiyans and then locked out of the barracks to sleep on the ground.
"Ready?" She asked calmly, "Always." Came the swift reply. The two fighters had earned an uneasy respect for each other as they'd mercilessly beaten the tar out of one another. One of Articho's eyes was blackened, his upper lip puffy and nasty bruising clear across his left side. Melonia didn't fare much better, she was fairly certain she'd bruised several ribs, and her upper lip was cut, not to mention further injuries sustained from her earlier fights. At that they dashed in, both too exhausted for strategy. Fists immediately flying, the brutality resuming in earnest. The crowded roared and cheered, watching their champions savagely beat each other without end. Heads ducking and darting, punches and palm thrusts raining down like an endless hail. The two striking for any point that was vulnerable, any hit was a small victory. And every hit felt like a defeat, Melonia's body screaming in agony as it suffered ever more punishment, her breathing growing fast and ragged, though so was her opponent's.
In one final moment, the penultimate moment of their match, Articho surged forward roaring in pure rage. His fist extending forward like a missile sent straight from hell. Melonia answered with her own savage uppercut. Her blow connected with his chin as his met her face. The rush of air throughout the room sent most of the spectators straight onto their butts and managed to crack a great fissure into the concrete of the floor. Both fighters' eyes welled up with tears of agony as their eyelids fluttered. They slipped from consciousness in an instant, both hitting the floor. The crowd stood in awe, the referee moving to check on their conditions and call off the fight. When Melonia woke she was lying in a bed in the infirmary, beside her lied Articho, bandaged around one of his eyes. "Did I win?" She asked simply. "No." He meekly replied, trying to shake his head no but grunting at the pain. "Did you?" She questioned next, to which the same "No." came in reply. The two Saiyan's locked gazes for a moment, before busting out laughing even though it felt like fire against their broken ribs.
And at that Melonia opened her eyes, returning to the world of the present. Both Bokoro and Alexander had impacted each with earth shaking blows. Two fists smashed firm to each other's cheeks as the match came to a chilling end, the arena utterly still. A small grin crossed Melonia's fair face, as she thought of her own draw all those years ago. She wondered how the tournament would handle a draw, maybe they went to a score based decision? Maybe they gave the fighter in the bracket over a bi. In either event, the two powerful men both hit the floor like ton of bricks, the Crane Monks rushing in to check on their conditions as the announcer came in with his mic to make his decision. Melonia could only laugh to herself under her breath. Maybe the earthlings weren't half bad after all, but they sure had a very long way yet to go. WC: 1,400 TWC: 10,449
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Saki now decided to stand and watched the left sided stage. It seemed like the ring was repairing itself from the last fight. The warriors were getting less and less. There were only 8 left in each of the four tiers. Saki smirked as he saw the brutality and resolve of the true fighters wanting to win that free training but more importantly, the crane master’s respect. The ring then puffed out and was good as new again, the satin black tile not stained by blood or even cracks in the tiles. The ceiling was fixed as well, the crator filled out and good as new, the tiles shining from the special technology saki had for his south city Jin Arena he was testing out. If it all worked out, he could have these pop up for hard and intense fights.
Soon a few moments later, the whistle was blown and the ref called for two more of the competator’s numbers to enter the ring. Walking up was a thick black man with a red wave cap over his head. And wearing a red gi, he took his position. A demon from the devil’s hand came up looking like a yellow skinned goblin with gloves and boots as well as a hood over his face and a cape.
The announcer then spoke saying that there were onl7 8 fighters left in each of the two tiers, excluding the fighters currently about to fight.
The ref in the left sided stage blew his whistle, signalling the match to start. The human rushed forward and the goblin jumped up into the air, thrusting his right palm forward and firing a red fireball down towards the human who deflected it into the wall, the tiles just bruised and stained from the ki bomb. The human then sensed the demon’s energy and phased from view as the goblin rushed from behind with a knee to the back of the head.
The goblin’s feet skidded across the tile and was looking around. Suddenly a right cross was thrown from the black man phasing into view while throwing his punch then grabbed him, lifting his left knee into the back of the demon many times, drilling him with rapid knees. The human was head butted by the demon and the black man’s fist rushed the face with multiple jabs until the teeth of the demon began to chip and break. Soon he got the goblin into a headlock and dropped him to the ground until he fell asleep.
The ref blew the whistle and the man was pronounced the winner. The wall that got hit by the ball of energy shined and the stained tiles were cleaned.
In Melonia’s ring the numbers one hundred & twenty nine along with one hundred and seventeen were called into the ring. A big thick muscular brazilian boxer with gloves walked into the ring, feeling strong and muscular. He then became more muscular and from 5 foot 10 to 6 foot 4 with more muscle and being wider in size. “I am going to get the crane training for free! I will make so much cash after winning fights thanks to the great crane master’s techniques and methods. What are you? A girl? A girl is going for martial arts lessons? Go back to the kitchen, make my dinner and start bringing me beers.”
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