Ultimate Fighters: Preliminaries

can i join?

(It is up to MadMel, but I think you can 🙂
However, read and take the matter up in:
http://www.killermovies.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=441324&pagenumber=1

Since this is the roleplay thread, and the link is the discussion thread)

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Originally posted by MrCurt061430
"I slipped into Justice form because she appeared unbeatable. I thought my Ice abilities alone wouldn't be able to stop her. I even thought she could actually handle it. Obviously I was wrong; I might have even broke a few of her bones. Second, Justice Wrath can only be used against evil. However...I wasn't using Justice Wrath, just speed and strength. Justice Wrath is an ability in which I convert all of my Justice power into a sphere and thrust it into my opponent. Only Justice abilities like Justice Wrath and Justice Beam can be effectively used only on Evil, a shield protecting evil, or a trap created by the power from evil. However, every other attack can be used on anyone, evil or not." Ice explained.

in order to even the numbers between divisions 1 and 2, i have designed a special fight for division 1 members...2 of you will be randomly picked and forced to fight each other..the winner will move to division 3 in order to win a special prize, and the loser will be dropped into the 2nd division..is everyone clear on this??"

Grace turned to the announcer, listening to his words. She understood exactly, but it did not matter much for her at all. She ws in the loser bracket and nothing could currently change that. She instead decided to get some sleep, since she probably would not get into any fighting for quite some time. She rolled to her stomach, put her head over her hands and closed her eyes. Only seconds later was she sleeping.

so where are ppl getting these pictures of their characters at or are they juss finding them on the internet?

(Just picking them from the internet 🙂 Please take questions, comments and such in the other thread)

Originally posted by MadMel
"yea, next time you want to blow up a f*cking stadium tell me, that way i can prepare in advance and not have to improvise" john told ice, rubbing his skull exasperatedly..
[b]"ATTENTION - "
"and will you stop saying that!" john snapped at the referee, who had just appeared from nowhere..
"fine..everyone, listen up.." the ref cleared his throat..
"the score stands as follows-
the first division (aka winners)
jacopeX
john
nightmare
Rayden (due to forfiet)
ice
the second division (aka the people who lost)
jessy
grace
the third division (special)
none

in order to even the numbers between divisions 1 and 2, i have designed a special fight for division 1 members...2 of you will be randomly picked and forced to fight each other..the winner will move to division 3 in order to win a special prize, and the loser will be dropped into the 2nd division..is everyone clear on this??" [/B]

"Heh, sorry about that, John. I'll try to let you know beforehand next time." Ice apologized before turning his attention to the Referee. "Well, that's no surprise; we've all made it to the next round."

Jacope X understood clearly and awaited for the next battle to be announced between the First division and Second. He felt that his battle was next alright. He already had warmed up in preperation for it.

Nightmare shook his head to the announcement. Even more so to the recent winner of the fight. The three friends may all have made it trough, but the tournament was far from over, and he was in their division. He would enjoy tearing them from eachother, by sending them one after another to the second division. Nightmare didnt care if he was up next or not, for he knew that in the end, the ultimate price would be his to take. He, unlike most others, werent thinking of the price that the winner of the tournament would recieve.

He then turned to Grace, who seemed quite frustrated over her loss. In his eyes, she fought well, but somewhat lost her focus towards the middle of the fight. Although she fought well, Nightmare was unimpressed by the result of Ice. It shouldnt take as long as it did to take a mortal down, as it took for him. Maybe Nightmare had misstaken, and maybe.. Just maybe werent these warriors as good as they were said to be.

He fell to knees when his head started to pound. He quickly placed his human hand over his forehead and breathed rapidly. The pounding he had known from before. He was urged to fight for the blade, and fight he would. They would all pay. Every single one in the tournament would fall for his blade, kneel with their very soul. Either they would fall now, or he would hunt them down afterwards. They had no right to live. The sword kept pounding him with information and he agreed with every single thought that it shared with him. It was a sin for them to be alive, a sin that he would redeem them from.

He knew the reaper would be the toughest combatant, but Nightmare would live on.. No matter what happened. He got back up on his feet, grabbed his sword and placed it over his shoulder. He stared at the announcer, standing up straight.

"JUST ANNOUNCE THE FIGHT ALREADY!"

"very well" the ref said irritably..he summoned a slot machine using magic...he pulled the lever.."the first slot equals the first fighter..the second slot reveals his opponent and the final slot tells you what prize the winner will recieve" he explained as the slots flickered past..

Nightmare sighed. What happened to good old lottery where they pulled names out of a hat or something? Despite his emotionless face, he could not help to eagerly wait for the slotmachine to stop. What he was most excited about was not the first, nor the second slot, but the third. He knew that the more people that fought before him, the less would he have to fight of and the quicker would he get to the final round. He took a few steps closer to the ref, to get a clearer view of what the slots would say.

Jacope X looks from a distance and squints his eyes, wondering whos name will be called as he leans on a wall with his arms crossed. He already felt butterflies in his stomach.

Ice stared intensely at the slots. He was very eager to see which fight was next.

the fuirst slot started to slow down, eventually coming to a stop
"and the first fighter is..............NIGHTMARE!!" the ref announced..

((ok fine 😠 ))
"and the next fighter is..............RAYDEN!!" the ref declared, once the next slot stopped at his name..
"and finally, the prize....the winner shall.....bypass the tournament and move straight to the final round!!" the ref hestitated..too late to change it now..
"Both fighters, make their way to the arena now!"

Rayden's eyes widened in slight surprise, but he nodded an affirmative and walked to the ring with his eyes on the floor. Straight to the final round.. this was an opportunity that he could not afford to miss. This fight would be a tough one, though.On his way up the steps he spotted one of the gangs henchman nodding at him with a grin. The bastard.

Rayden walked to one of the corners of the room and took a deep breath, then exhaled, letting all of the pressure and anxiety flow out of him while waiting for his opponent.

))How will this be done? Will we be fighting Ultimate Hero style were we basically beat the crap out of each other and no one ever dodges or blocks? ((

Whoops.. I'll post this in the other thread.

"Advance to final round," Jessy said with complete and utter surprise. "What sense does that make? What if they were going to be defeated in the next match they had? How can the ref do something like that?" Once again, Jessy was talking out of his ass. He was a vampire slayer, destined to fight the forces of evil until he died, but he was only 16 years old and prone to those teenage bone head fits.

Originally posted by Ordained
"Advance to final round," Jessy said with complete and utter surprise. "What sense does that make? What if they were going to be defeated in the next match they had? How can the ref do something like that?" Once again, Jessy was talking out of his ass. He [b]was a vampire slayer, destined to fight the forces of evil until he died, but he was only 16 years old and prone to those teenage bone head fits. [/B]

Jacope X: Take a chill pill for once, kid. If you think too hard, you might as well just mess up here.

Jacope X said with a smile.