Ukyo had been taken to the medical center with ojaz
<span style='color:purple'>"ugh....I think I'm going to barf again...."</span>
Ukyo was now carm and was a adult again.
In the room next to her was Quan
<span style='color:purple'>"I should have killed him for trying such a trick....urg..."</span>
Ojaz mearly sighed and shuck his head, placing a damp cloth on her brow
<span style='color:purple'>"I hope the rest of the matches are a little easier to digest...."</span>
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Ohjaz hoped Lady Ukyo would find the coming matches easier... This last one was quite dishonorable... She was soon napping and Ohjaz stayed by her bed-side like a good father.
Then, the clerk came in with a paper and handed it to Ohjaz. The paper was a print out of the announcement half an hour ago. Ohjaz scanned the page briskly... then stopped on the line that announced his match.
... and the other fighters thought the match in the banquet hall was disgusting.
Match 5: Ohjaz of the School of the Fist of the Mighty Precussion Instrument vs. Lola of the School of the Fist of Really Sexy Outfits.
Now Ohjaz wanted to barf. If anything was worse than puking after a match... it was facing a vulgar style like... that one. He recalled observing that dojo one night at a demonstration. It was very dishonorable... It was a style of distraction and back-stabbing---
Ukyo woke up and tapped Ohjaz on the shoulder, making him jump up and shout: <span style='color:teal'>"APPENDICITIS!"</span>
Ukyo gave Ohjaz an amused look as she reached for a pen. Ohjaz sheepishly handed her his paper and watched her scribble something.
<span style='color:purple'>"You fight with the Mighty Precussion Instrument Fist?"</span> She wrote.
Ohjaz nodded.
<span style='color:purple'>"But... you're deaf..."</span>
Ohjaz gestured for the pen and paper, then wrote: <span style='color:teal'>"Yes... I know... But Beethoven was deaf and he still played an instument with far more emotion than the instruments I use as weapons. In a way, he's an inspiriation." </span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Oh...." </span>Ukyo mouthed. She slowly understood how Ohjaz was able to still practice the dying art of beating people up with musical instruments...
Ohjaz saw Ukyo turn her attention to the intercom.
*Attention, the next match is Yreka using the Fist of Pushing People into Rivers vs. Lardbado of the school of the Fist of Being Extremely Fat...*
Ukyo quickly scribbled down what she was hearing for Ohjaz to read. <span style='color:teal'>"Do want to watch?" </span>Ohjaz wrote.
Ukyo nodded, and Ohjaz helped her out of bed.
This coming match seemed interesting...
Then, the clerk came in with a paper and handed it to Ohjaz. The paper was a print out of the announcement half an hour ago. Ohjaz scanned the page briskly... then stopped on the line that announced his match.
... and the other fighters thought the match in the banquet hall was disgusting.
Match 5: Ohjaz of the School of the Fist of the Mighty Precussion Instrument vs. Lola of the School of the Fist of Really Sexy Outfits.
Now Ohjaz wanted to barf. If anything was worse than puking after a match... it was facing a vulgar style like... that one. He recalled observing that dojo one night at a demonstration. It was very dishonorable... It was a style of distraction and back-stabbing---
Ukyo woke up and tapped Ohjaz on the shoulder, making him jump up and shout: <span style='color:teal'>"APPENDICITIS!"</span>
Ukyo gave Ohjaz an amused look as she reached for a pen. Ohjaz sheepishly handed her his paper and watched her scribble something.
<span style='color:purple'>"You fight with the Mighty Precussion Instrument Fist?"</span> She wrote.
Ohjaz nodded.
<span style='color:purple'>"But... you're deaf..."</span>
Ohjaz gestured for the pen and paper, then wrote: <span style='color:teal'>"Yes... I know... But Beethoven was deaf and he still played an instument with far more emotion than the instruments I use as weapons. In a way, he's an inspiriation." </span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Oh...." </span>Ukyo mouthed. She slowly understood how Ohjaz was able to still practice the dying art of beating people up with musical instruments...
Ohjaz saw Ukyo turn her attention to the intercom.
*Attention, the next match is Yreka using the Fist of Pushing People into Rivers vs. Lardbado of the school of the Fist of Being Extremely Fat...*
Ukyo quickly scribbled down what she was hearing for Ohjaz to read. <span style='color:teal'>"Do want to watch?" </span>Ohjaz wrote.
Ukyo nodded, and Ohjaz helped her out of bed.
This coming match seemed interesting...
*waves hand in a jedi-like manner* Move along. Nothing to see here...
*Meanwhile, Tizzy, Sith, and Guybrush had already gone out to get good seats for the upcoming match. Gurbrush was being himself and freaking out everyone nearby, Sith was getting beatup by some girl he had been hitting on, and Tizzy was sitting as far away from them as possible. He spotted Ukyo and Ohjaz a moment later and they sat down next to him.*
<span style='color:teal'>"Crawldads lochness?"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Huh?" *Tizzy frowned, sure he couldn't have heard that right.*</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"He wants to know if the match will start soon." *Ukyo translated.*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"It should. They're just waiting for the contestants to reach the arena."</span>
((Grr... I had a nice long post I wanted to do but I don't have time right now... Maybe if my internet connection hadn't died for half an hour... >( ))
<span style='color:teal'>"Crawldads lochness?"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Huh?" *Tizzy frowned, sure he couldn't have heard that right.*</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"He wants to know if the match will start soon." *Ukyo translated.*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"It should. They're just waiting for the contestants to reach the arena."</span>
((Grr... I had a nice long post I wanted to do but I don't have time right now... Maybe if my internet connection hadn't died for half an hour... >( ))
Ukyo looked out over the arena
<span style='color:purple'>"It looks bigger when your in there"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Yea....zzzz...."</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Hum? tizzy?"</span> she suck him
<span style='color:purple'>"hello?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"great...."</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"Oni piro?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Yea, he fell asleep again"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"It looks bigger when your in there"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Yea....zzzz...."</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Hum? tizzy?"</span> she suck him
<span style='color:purple'>"hello?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"great...."</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"Oni piro?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Yea, he fell asleep again"</span>
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<span style='color:red'>"Great...I'm next! AND THAT SPANISH-FRNECH-ITALIAN-WHAT EVER GUY DRANK ALL THE PEPSI! I'M DOOMED!" Yreka cried
</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Maybe this is a sign to stop drinking pepsi...?" Guybrush suggested</span>
<span style='color:red'>Yreka gave the evilest stare at Guybrush "Don't you DARE say that! So what is Miss Sim says that...she's my dojo person thingy mabober..." Yreka blinked, but gave Guybrush another evil stare before entering the Arena. There a tall, skinny lad that looked bones and skin was infront of her "Um...tell me I'm in the wrong arena..." She asked the clip board guy</span>
"Nope, that's Lardbado. Yes, feel the irony." The clip board guy said
<span style='color:red'>"Well, with our without the pepsi buzz, this will look very easy to beat." Yreka cracked her knuckles and back before stepping forward.</span>
"That's what you think..." Lardbado smirked
<span style='color:red'>"Yes, that's what I DO think...what ever, let's get this started..." yreka waited for the ref to blow the whislte. When he did, Yreka wasted no time "FIST OF PUSHING PEOPLE INTO RIVERS!" She made a huge boom and a river appeared to the side out of know where</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Talk about bad plumbimg..." Sith joked, then seeing Tizzy asleep "Wake up sleepy head, the fight is starting"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Zz....yes Id like some syrup...zz..wha? I'm awake! I'm awake!" He yawned, then started to pay attention to the fight.</span>
So as Yreka went in for the push at Lardbado, he did his fist.
"FIST OF BEING EXTREMLY FAT!"
And with that, he was extremly fat. A hish sweeped the stands, as it was all quiet, one yelled out "LOSE SOME WEIGHT FATTY!" And laughs were aroused
<span style='color:red'>"I don't get it....he was very skinny, but know when he's fat, they tease him...this does not make any sense! Ah, who cares...TIme for pushing! RAWR!" But as Yreka went to push...she couldn't budge the fat morsal "-pant pant- This would work SO much better if you rolled with me.." She panted</span>
"Pfft, like I would help you out...my turn!" With that, Lardbado tipped over and squashed Yreka
<span style='color:orange'>'WHOA! You think he killed her?" Sith asked</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"I'd like some pie"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"No....." Ukyo wrote it down for Ohjaz</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"OOH! Um...maybe.." he shrugged</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"-yawns-...wait! I see an arm!" Tizzy exclaimed</span>
The others nudged forward on their chairs to see Yreka gasped for beath as he clawed her way out of the fat
<span style='color:red'>"-gasp- I swear I enterd the twilight zone there...-cough-" Yreka got her whole body from the fat. Lardbado layed there, unable to get up from his fatness "ALAS! I can work with this!" She started to roll the body mass into the river. there it floated, then sank "HORRAY! I won! I won!" She did a victory dance.</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"now....is HE dead?" Sith asked</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"That will we will never know..." Ukyo shrugged as the happy Yreka came up to them.</span>
Very shortly, the speaker came on
"next fight will be Ohjaz of the school of the Fist of the Mighty Precussion Instrument vs. Lola of the shcool of the Fist of Really Sexy Outfits.
Ohjaz was unawear till Ukyo wrote it down for him
<span style='color:teal'>"Well...might as well get ready." He sharted to stretch
</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"At least I get to sleep for some lonzzzz......." Tizzy was out in a flies eye</span>
</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Maybe this is a sign to stop drinking pepsi...?" Guybrush suggested</span>
<span style='color:red'>Yreka gave the evilest stare at Guybrush "Don't you DARE say that! So what is Miss Sim says that...she's my dojo person thingy mabober..." Yreka blinked, but gave Guybrush another evil stare before entering the Arena. There a tall, skinny lad that looked bones and skin was infront of her "Um...tell me I'm in the wrong arena..." She asked the clip board guy</span>
"Nope, that's Lardbado. Yes, feel the irony." The clip board guy said
<span style='color:red'>"Well, with our without the pepsi buzz, this will look very easy to beat." Yreka cracked her knuckles and back before stepping forward.</span>
"That's what you think..." Lardbado smirked
<span style='color:red'>"Yes, that's what I DO think...what ever, let's get this started..." yreka waited for the ref to blow the whislte. When he did, Yreka wasted no time "FIST OF PUSHING PEOPLE INTO RIVERS!" She made a huge boom and a river appeared to the side out of know where</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Talk about bad plumbimg..." Sith joked, then seeing Tizzy asleep "Wake up sleepy head, the fight is starting"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Zz....yes Id like some syrup...zz..wha? I'm awake! I'm awake!" He yawned, then started to pay attention to the fight.</span>
So as Yreka went in for the push at Lardbado, he did his fist.
"FIST OF BEING EXTREMLY FAT!"
And with that, he was extremly fat. A hish sweeped the stands, as it was all quiet, one yelled out "LOSE SOME WEIGHT FATTY!" And laughs were aroused
<span style='color:red'>"I don't get it....he was very skinny, but know when he's fat, they tease him...this does not make any sense! Ah, who cares...TIme for pushing! RAWR!" But as Yreka went to push...she couldn't budge the fat morsal "-pant pant- This would work SO much better if you rolled with me.." She panted</span>
"Pfft, like I would help you out...my turn!" With that, Lardbado tipped over and squashed Yreka
<span style='color:orange'>'WHOA! You think he killed her?" Sith asked</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"I'd like some pie"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"No....." Ukyo wrote it down for Ohjaz</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"OOH! Um...maybe.." he shrugged</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"-yawns-...wait! I see an arm!" Tizzy exclaimed</span>
The others nudged forward on their chairs to see Yreka gasped for beath as he clawed her way out of the fat
<span style='color:red'>"-gasp- I swear I enterd the twilight zone there...-cough-" Yreka got her whole body from the fat. Lardbado layed there, unable to get up from his fatness "ALAS! I can work with this!" She started to roll the body mass into the river. there it floated, then sank "HORRAY! I won! I won!" She did a victory dance.</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"now....is HE dead?" Sith asked</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"That will we will never know..." Ukyo shrugged as the happy Yreka came up to them.</span>
Very shortly, the speaker came on
"next fight will be Ohjaz of the school of the Fist of the Mighty Precussion Instrument vs. Lola of the shcool of the Fist of Really Sexy Outfits.
Ohjaz was unawear till Ukyo wrote it down for him
<span style='color:teal'>"Well...might as well get ready." He sharted to stretch
</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"At least I get to sleep for some lonzzzz......." Tizzy was out in a flies eye</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"That match was so weird....o well"</span>
She looked up at Ohjaz and gave him a warm smile, passing him a peace of paper
<span style='color:purple'>"Good Luck. I know you can do it"</span>
He smiled and noded
There was a short intervel to clear the arena and everyone was ready for the next match
Ukyo now sat new to Yreka and Tizzy
<span style='color:purple'>*I hope hes ok....o well, at least I get to see him battle...this should in interesting...*</span>
She looked up at Ohjaz and gave him a warm smile, passing him a peace of paper
<span style='color:purple'>"Good Luck. I know you can do it"</span>
He smiled and noded
There was a short intervel to clear the arena and everyone was ready for the next match
Ukyo now sat new to Yreka and Tizzy
<span style='color:purple'>*I hope hes ok....o well, at least I get to see him battle...this should in interesting...*</span>
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Ohjaz entered the arena, the sound of a cheering crowd vibrated the air. They couldn't wait to get the match started, he couldn't wait to get it over with...
He glanced at the arena clock before sitting down to meditate. Apparently his opponent decided to be fashionably late.
Soon the vibrating air came still. He could sense the gasps. Ohjaz stood up with a dignified indignity as he eyed the beautiful, and scantily clad, opponent strutting into the arena. Lola looked like an asian Pamela Anderson with demon red eyes. Most of the audience was shocked by the sight of her... Stilletto heels, pink denim short-shorts and a tied-at-the-midriff T-shirt was all she was sporting on her bronze skin. Ohjaz didn't flinch.
"Ooh... My opponent is tall, dark and handsome..." she said to the speechless referee, "Does he bite?"
<span style='color:purple'>*I don't like her...*</span> Ukyo thought, <span style='color:purple'>*Ohjaz must be feeling the same way about that lady cur.*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Wow... she's hot."</span> Sith said impulsively, <span style='color:orange'>"Ohjaz had better save some for me..."</span>
Yreka noted that Sith was sitting next to a flowing, river-like, zen water fountain. Without hesitaion, she shoved him in.
<span style='color:orange'>"ARG*garagle!*" </span>
Ukyo snickered and fished out another Pepsi for Yreka. Yreka downed the can in one gulp, her echoing belch awakening Tizzy.
<span style='color:blue'>"Huh! Wah? Oh... Ohjaz's match is starting... WHOA-HO! That's his opponent?!"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Yes."</span> Ukyo answered.
<span style='color:blue'>"Isn't Ohjaz a gentleman? It'd be bad for him to..."</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"That's what I'm worried about, Tizzy..."</span> Ukyo said looking away, <span style='color:purple'>"Ohjaz is too nice... But if there's something I do know, a warrior can be two people..."</span>
>>>>>>>
The ref regained his composure and directed the opponents to the center of the arena. Lola walked up to Ohjaz and stroked him under the chin.
"You're a nice kitty..."
Ohjaz just growled and glared.
"You'll be swayed to me, cat-man..." Lola spoke with charm as she strutted back to her side of the arena.
Ohjaz had not heard a word, but he knew she was trying make him drop his guard. He only huffed into his bushy set of whiskers as Lola walked away.
The ref just pulled at his collar and raised the sparring flags.
"BEGIN!"
"Really Sexy Outfits Special! Deadly Stilletto!" Lola preformed a back kick and the heel-spike flew like a bullet toward Ohjaz.
Ohjaz unblinkingly dodged the cowardly attack and whipped out a pair of maracas, starting a brisk salsa beat.
The stilletto was reeled back onto Lola's shoe in a heart beat, "Neat trick, cat-man, but you're all noise..."
Ohjaz raised an eyebrow in defiance on cue, still shaking the maracas.
"Really Sexy Outfits Special! Forbidden Lasso!!" A rope of tied lingere was pulled from Lola's pocket and she tried to lasso Ohjaz, only to end up lassoing a glockenspiel.
<span style='color:teal'>*Hardly ever use that anyways...*</span> Ohjaz thought with a smirk. He had already started playing the conga with the maracas.
"You think that's funny, don't you, kitty?" Lola snarled. She stuck a pose. "I'll fix you... Really Sexy Outfits Special! NINJA CENTERFOLD!"
A poof of smoke and the crowd was agape. Ohjaz dropped his Maracas. <span style='color:teal'>*Holy...*</span>
Next thing Ohajz knew, he was getting his head bashed through his congas. <span style='color:teal'>*Dishonorable, backstabbing...*</span> Another glockenspiel almost landed on Lola's head, allowing Ohjaz to escape and resume the salsa beat that was so rudely interrupted.
"Bad cat!" Lola huffed. The reply was a flying maraca to the face. "BAD CAT!!"
Ohjaz just smiled and began juggling the maracas and a tambourine while keeping rhythm.
"Forbidden whip!"
Ohjaz kicked a cowbell into the whip, entangling it. <span style='color:teal'>*More Cowbell? Allow me to oblige you...* </span>
"Okay...." Lola reached into her shirt, "Really Sexy Outfits Special! FLYING BRAZIRRE ATTACK!"
Ohjaz's eyes widened at the frightening creature flying at him. He dodged, it followed. The hilarity of a cat-man being chased by a living piece of lingere was accented by the crazy salsa beat Ohjaz was playing.
<span style='color:teal'>"OI! PUT SOME PAJAMAS ON!"</span> Ohjaz shouted and the vile thing wrapped itself on his face.
Ohjaz was trying to tear off the infernal thing as Lola sneaked up on the struggling cat-man (who miraculously kept up the salsa beat) with a stilletto spike.
<span style='color:teal'>"GONG!"</span> Ohjaz yelled, his voice muffled by the infernal THING on his face. His battle aura had just activated no thanks to this vile thing impairing his vision, and he whipped out his giant gong mallet, missing the gong and hitting Lola!
Lola was flung to the other side of the arena as Ohjaz ripped the living lingere off his face. <span style='color:teal'>"BLEAH!!!!" </span>He snarled. The thing in his grip writhed then went limp. Ohjaz tossed the thing away like a dirty rag.
"AGH! My pet! NINJA CENTERFOLD!"
The crowd gasped again, but Ohjaz was unaffected this time.
"Why isn't it working? NINJA CENTERFOLD! NIN-JA~ CEN-TER-FO~LD!!!"
Ohjaz has his eyes closed.
<span style='color:purple'>*Fighting Deaf AND BLIND?!*</span> Ukyo thought, <span style='color:purple'>*Ohjaz, you're crazy!*</span>
Ohjaz charged at Lola, his battle aura a blood red.
The next few moments were a cloud of dust and flying instuments. The music suddenly stopped.
Ukyo squinted into the dust. The other leaned over toward the arena as the dust settled.
Ohjaz was still shaking the maracas as he stood in a pile of broken instruments. Lola was laying beneath the pile with KO'd spirals for eyes. The triumphant cat-man struck a pose and shouted, <span style='color:teal'>"OLE!"</span>
The maracas and debris vanished and he bowed to the audience, then helped the medics escort Lola to the infirmary.
Sith was still soaking wet from getting dumped into a river-like fountain, <span style='color:orange'>"Aww... What's his secret?"</span>
Ukyo glared at Sith for a moment, ready to say something scathing... Then she saw Ohjaz walking back to his seat. She smiled and the old cat smiled and bowed as he took his seat.
<span style='color:purple'>"Great job." </span>She mouthed. Ohjaz made the handsignal for <span style='color:teal'>"thank you," </span>and pointed back to the arena.
Guybrush had wandered into the arena.
He glanced at the arena clock before sitting down to meditate. Apparently his opponent decided to be fashionably late.
Soon the vibrating air came still. He could sense the gasps. Ohjaz stood up with a dignified indignity as he eyed the beautiful, and scantily clad, opponent strutting into the arena. Lola looked like an asian Pamela Anderson with demon red eyes. Most of the audience was shocked by the sight of her... Stilletto heels, pink denim short-shorts and a tied-at-the-midriff T-shirt was all she was sporting on her bronze skin. Ohjaz didn't flinch.
"Ooh... My opponent is tall, dark and handsome..." she said to the speechless referee, "Does he bite?"
<span style='color:purple'>*I don't like her...*</span> Ukyo thought, <span style='color:purple'>*Ohjaz must be feeling the same way about that lady cur.*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Wow... she's hot."</span> Sith said impulsively, <span style='color:orange'>"Ohjaz had better save some for me..."</span>
Yreka noted that Sith was sitting next to a flowing, river-like, zen water fountain. Without hesitaion, she shoved him in.
<span style='color:orange'>"ARG*garagle!*" </span>
Ukyo snickered and fished out another Pepsi for Yreka. Yreka downed the can in one gulp, her echoing belch awakening Tizzy.
<span style='color:blue'>"Huh! Wah? Oh... Ohjaz's match is starting... WHOA-HO! That's his opponent?!"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Yes."</span> Ukyo answered.
<span style='color:blue'>"Isn't Ohjaz a gentleman? It'd be bad for him to..."</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"That's what I'm worried about, Tizzy..."</span> Ukyo said looking away, <span style='color:purple'>"Ohjaz is too nice... But if there's something I do know, a warrior can be two people..."</span>
>>>>>>>
The ref regained his composure and directed the opponents to the center of the arena. Lola walked up to Ohjaz and stroked him under the chin.
"You're a nice kitty..."
Ohjaz just growled and glared.
"You'll be swayed to me, cat-man..." Lola spoke with charm as she strutted back to her side of the arena.
Ohjaz had not heard a word, but he knew she was trying make him drop his guard. He only huffed into his bushy set of whiskers as Lola walked away.
The ref just pulled at his collar and raised the sparring flags.
"BEGIN!"
"Really Sexy Outfits Special! Deadly Stilletto!" Lola preformed a back kick and the heel-spike flew like a bullet toward Ohjaz.
Ohjaz unblinkingly dodged the cowardly attack and whipped out a pair of maracas, starting a brisk salsa beat.
The stilletto was reeled back onto Lola's shoe in a heart beat, "Neat trick, cat-man, but you're all noise..."
Ohjaz raised an eyebrow in defiance on cue, still shaking the maracas.
"Really Sexy Outfits Special! Forbidden Lasso!!" A rope of tied lingere was pulled from Lola's pocket and she tried to lasso Ohjaz, only to end up lassoing a glockenspiel.
<span style='color:teal'>*Hardly ever use that anyways...*</span> Ohjaz thought with a smirk. He had already started playing the conga with the maracas.
"You think that's funny, don't you, kitty?" Lola snarled. She stuck a pose. "I'll fix you... Really Sexy Outfits Special! NINJA CENTERFOLD!"
A poof of smoke and the crowd was agape. Ohjaz dropped his Maracas. <span style='color:teal'>*Holy...*</span>
Next thing Ohajz knew, he was getting his head bashed through his congas. <span style='color:teal'>*Dishonorable, backstabbing...*</span> Another glockenspiel almost landed on Lola's head, allowing Ohjaz to escape and resume the salsa beat that was so rudely interrupted.
"Bad cat!" Lola huffed. The reply was a flying maraca to the face. "BAD CAT!!"
Ohjaz just smiled and began juggling the maracas and a tambourine while keeping rhythm.
"Forbidden whip!"
Ohjaz kicked a cowbell into the whip, entangling it. <span style='color:teal'>*More Cowbell? Allow me to oblige you...* </span>
"Okay...." Lola reached into her shirt, "Really Sexy Outfits Special! FLYING BRAZIRRE ATTACK!"
Ohjaz's eyes widened at the frightening creature flying at him. He dodged, it followed. The hilarity of a cat-man being chased by a living piece of lingere was accented by the crazy salsa beat Ohjaz was playing.
<span style='color:teal'>"OI! PUT SOME PAJAMAS ON!"</span> Ohjaz shouted and the vile thing wrapped itself on his face.
Ohjaz was trying to tear off the infernal thing as Lola sneaked up on the struggling cat-man (who miraculously kept up the salsa beat) with a stilletto spike.
<span style='color:teal'>"GONG!"</span> Ohjaz yelled, his voice muffled by the infernal THING on his face. His battle aura had just activated no thanks to this vile thing impairing his vision, and he whipped out his giant gong mallet, missing the gong and hitting Lola!
Lola was flung to the other side of the arena as Ohjaz ripped the living lingere off his face. <span style='color:teal'>"BLEAH!!!!" </span>He snarled. The thing in his grip writhed then went limp. Ohjaz tossed the thing away like a dirty rag.
"AGH! My pet! NINJA CENTERFOLD!"
The crowd gasped again, but Ohjaz was unaffected this time.
"Why isn't it working? NINJA CENTERFOLD! NIN-JA~ CEN-TER-FO~LD!!!"
Ohjaz has his eyes closed.
<span style='color:purple'>*Fighting Deaf AND BLIND?!*</span> Ukyo thought, <span style='color:purple'>*Ohjaz, you're crazy!*</span>
Ohjaz charged at Lola, his battle aura a blood red.
The next few moments were a cloud of dust and flying instuments. The music suddenly stopped.
Ukyo squinted into the dust. The other leaned over toward the arena as the dust settled.
Ohjaz was still shaking the maracas as he stood in a pile of broken instruments. Lola was laying beneath the pile with KO'd spirals for eyes. The triumphant cat-man struck a pose and shouted, <span style='color:teal'>"OLE!"</span>
The maracas and debris vanished and he bowed to the audience, then helped the medics escort Lola to the infirmary.
Sith was still soaking wet from getting dumped into a river-like fountain, <span style='color:orange'>"Aww... What's his secret?"</span>
Ukyo glared at Sith for a moment, ready to say something scathing... Then she saw Ohjaz walking back to his seat. She smiled and the old cat smiled and bowed as he took his seat.
<span style='color:purple'>"Great job." </span>She mouthed. Ohjaz made the handsignal for <span style='color:teal'>"thank you," </span>and pointed back to the arena.
Guybrush had wandered into the arena.
*waves hand in a jedi-like manner* Move along. Nothing to see here...
((Actually Opal, you got the match order wrong, Ohjaz's match wasn't supposed to happen yet. Not big deal though. Guybrush will have the next fight, then Tizzy, and then Sith.))
<span style='color:blue'>"This is fun." *Tizzy grinned as they waited for the next match to start.* "I haven't been to a tournament in ages."</span>
"Root beer!" *A voice echoed throughout the stadium.* "Get your ice cold Suspiciously Evil root beer! Official beverage of the tournament!"
<span style='color:red'>"Pepsi should be the official beverage!!!" *Yreka was out of her seat in a flash and launched herself at the startled saleman.*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Maybe I should pretend I don't know her..." *He frowned then looked at the other fighters sitting nearby.* "Maybe I should pretend I don't know anyone..."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Hey, check out that girl down there!" *Sith was elbowing Tizzy.* "See, see, see!!!"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>*After about five minutes of this Tizzy had enough.* "Fist of the Really Really Reall Big Hammer special technique, Pest Smash!" *He bashed Sith over the head with his mallet, which disapeared just as quickly as it had appeared.*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"You're from the school of the Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer?" *Sith growled as he peeled himself off the ground.* "Don't get too confident. My school may have lost last time we fought but this time things are gonna be different! You're going down and I'm gonna be the one who does it!"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Ooh, I'm so scared. What, you gonna poke me with a spatula?"</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Well that is one of my favorite...Hey! Are you mocking me?"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Took you long enough to notice."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Just wait till we get a chance to fight." *Sith growled.* "Just wait..."</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"This is fun." *Tizzy grinned as they waited for the next match to start.* "I haven't been to a tournament in ages."</span>
"Root beer!" *A voice echoed throughout the stadium.* "Get your ice cold Suspiciously Evil root beer! Official beverage of the tournament!"
<span style='color:red'>"Pepsi should be the official beverage!!!" *Yreka was out of her seat in a flash and launched herself at the startled saleman.*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Maybe I should pretend I don't know her..." *He frowned then looked at the other fighters sitting nearby.* "Maybe I should pretend I don't know anyone..."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Hey, check out that girl down there!" *Sith was elbowing Tizzy.* "See, see, see!!!"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>*After about five minutes of this Tizzy had enough.* "Fist of the Really Really Reall Big Hammer special technique, Pest Smash!" *He bashed Sith over the head with his mallet, which disapeared just as quickly as it had appeared.*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"You're from the school of the Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer?" *Sith growled as he peeled himself off the ground.* "Don't get too confident. My school may have lost last time we fought but this time things are gonna be different! You're going down and I'm gonna be the one who does it!"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Ooh, I'm so scared. What, you gonna poke me with a spatula?"</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Well that is one of my favorite...Hey! Are you mocking me?"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Took you long enough to notice."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Just wait till we get a chance to fight." *Sith growled.* "Just wait..."</span>
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<span style='color:gray'>Guybrush took his place in the arena, eating a banana, joined by <span style='color:gold'>Zapper</span> shortly after words</span>
"Guybrush of the school of Fist of the Monkey vs. Zapper of the school of Fist of Electricuting people! BEGIN!" The referee announced, and the match began.
<span style='color:gold'>"Fist of Electricuting People special attck, Spark Plug!" Zapper pulled a wire out of his pocket, attached one end to an outlet in the corner and held the other end forward as he charged at Guybrush</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Fist of the Monkey Special attack, Banana Peel Slip!" Guybrush shouted with his mouth full, still chewing on the banana. He threw the peel on the ground, and Zapper slid on it... and went flying into the air, landing face first on the ground.</span>
<span style='color:gold'>"Static cling!" Zapper grabbed a balloon from his pocket, blew it up and started rubbing it on Guybrush's head. He then poked Guybrush and made that weird little sparky thing you always get when that happens... except a lot bigger.</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Hey! That tickles! Fist of the Monkey Special attack, Barrel of Monkeys!" Guybrush pulled one of those mini barrels of monkeys out of his pocket (..except he didn't have pockets... Don't ask, EfMI humor. "I put a ladder in my pants once..." -Guybrush Threepwood) and opened it. All the little monkeys flew out and formed a chain, encircling and immobilizing Zapper.</span>
<span style='color:gold'>"Fist of Electricuting People finisher, Thunder cloud!" a cloud formed above Zapper's head, the static electricity causing the plastic monkeys to fall to the ground. He put his finger up in the air and a lightining bolt flew down and struck him, and he started walking towards Guybrush...</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Fist of the Monkey finisher, THE DRUNKEN MONKEY!" Guybrush started jumping around like a chimp... then he charged at Zapper before he could finish his attack. </span><span style='color:gold'>"AAAAH!!! GET IF OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!!!"Zapper just passed out,</span> <span style='color:gray'>Guybrush sitting on his back and eating banana</span>
"Guybrush of the school of Fist of the Monkey vs. Zapper of the school of Fist of Electricuting people! BEGIN!" The referee announced, and the match began.
<span style='color:gold'>"Fist of Electricuting People special attck, Spark Plug!" Zapper pulled a wire out of his pocket, attached one end to an outlet in the corner and held the other end forward as he charged at Guybrush</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Fist of the Monkey Special attack, Banana Peel Slip!" Guybrush shouted with his mouth full, still chewing on the banana. He threw the peel on the ground, and Zapper slid on it... and went flying into the air, landing face first on the ground.</span>
<span style='color:gold'>"Static cling!" Zapper grabbed a balloon from his pocket, blew it up and started rubbing it on Guybrush's head. He then poked Guybrush and made that weird little sparky thing you always get when that happens... except a lot bigger.</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Hey! That tickles! Fist of the Monkey Special attack, Barrel of Monkeys!" Guybrush pulled one of those mini barrels of monkeys out of his pocket (..except he didn't have pockets... Don't ask, EfMI humor. "I put a ladder in my pants once..." -Guybrush Threepwood) and opened it. All the little monkeys flew out and formed a chain, encircling and immobilizing Zapper.</span>
<span style='color:gold'>"Fist of Electricuting People finisher, Thunder cloud!" a cloud formed above Zapper's head, the static electricity causing the plastic monkeys to fall to the ground. He put his finger up in the air and a lightining bolt flew down and struck him, and he started walking towards Guybrush...</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Fist of the Monkey finisher, THE DRUNKEN MONKEY!" Guybrush started jumping around like a chimp... then he charged at Zapper before he could finish his attack. </span><span style='color:gold'>"AAAAH!!! GET IF OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!!!"Zapper just passed out,</span> <span style='color:gray'>Guybrush sitting on his back and eating banana</span>
"Irregardless" and "Over exaggerated" are NEVER CORRECT EVER because they are redundant
Regardless means "without regard", and adding "ir" on the front actually makes it a double negative; exaggerate means "to overstate" so you're literally saying "over overstate."
Example: I can not exaggerate the importance of this fact enough, regardless of how often people ignore it.
Regardless means "without regard", and adding "ir" on the front actually makes it a double negative; exaggerate means "to overstate" so you're literally saying "over overstate."
Example: I can not exaggerate the importance of this fact enough, regardless of how often people ignore it.
<span style='color:purple'>"Wow, the monkey man did pretty good." *Ukyo seemed surprised.*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Well, I think my match is next." *Tizzy wove his way down to the center of the arena."</span>
"The next match," *the announcer called,* "will be between Tizzy of the school of the Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer and Stew of the school of the Fist of Groovy Dancing!"
<span style='color:blue'>"What the?!?" *Tizzy gaped as his opponent made his entrance.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Stew looked to be in his twenties or thirties and wore a garish purple disco outfit complete with sunglass and an afro.* "Yo. You ready to get down?"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Heh, this should be easy. Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer special technique, Demonstration of Gravity!" *Tizzy grabbed his mallet and jumped high into the air only to promptly stat falling right back down. Stew waited till the last second and stylishly sidestepped the attack as his body began to sway to an unheard rythmn.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Oh yeah." *He watched as Tizzy picked himself up then spun around and kicked him across the arena before going down into a split.* "Groovy!"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Grr..." *Tizzy growled as he picked himself up.* "I'm not going to let that idiot make a fool out of me. Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer special technique, Thousand Strike Attack!" *Tizzy swung the hammer wildly but Stew always slid out of the way just in time.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Suddenly he was right next to Tizzy. Stew quickly grabbed his opponent, like he would hold a dance partner, swung him around, and let go, sending Tizzy flying into a wall.* "Hope you enjoy dancing with the master."</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Ow!" *Tizzy rubbed his head.* "His evasion is incredible. I've got to catch him off guard somehow... Ah hah!" *Tizzy grinned.* "Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer special technique, Strike Raid!" *He sent his mallet spinning through the air like a boomerang.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Stew easily danced away from the attack.* "Looks like you're running out of moves." *Tizzy just continued to grin. And watched as, like a boomerang, the mallet turned and smashed into the back of Stew's head.*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Now for the finisher!" *Tizzy ran forward and grabbed the hammer while Stew stumbled around in a daze.* "Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer finishing technique, Supreme Concussion!!!" *He jumped up, did a flip, and smashed the hammer down on Stew's head.*</span>
"And the winner, by knockout, Tizzy!"
<span style='color:blue'>*Tizzy waved to the cheering crowd then promptly collapsed and fell to the ground.*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Oh no! Is he hurt?!?" *Yreka gasped from the stands.*</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"Garbled fish meat?!?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>*Ukyo leaned forward, straining for a better look.* "No, wait... He fell asleep again."</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Well, I think my match is next." *Tizzy wove his way down to the center of the arena."</span>
"The next match," *the announcer called,* "will be between Tizzy of the school of the Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer and Stew of the school of the Fist of Groovy Dancing!"
<span style='color:blue'>"What the?!?" *Tizzy gaped as his opponent made his entrance.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Stew looked to be in his twenties or thirties and wore a garish purple disco outfit complete with sunglass and an afro.* "Yo. You ready to get down?"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Heh, this should be easy. Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer special technique, Demonstration of Gravity!" *Tizzy grabbed his mallet and jumped high into the air only to promptly stat falling right back down. Stew waited till the last second and stylishly sidestepped the attack as his body began to sway to an unheard rythmn.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Oh yeah." *He watched as Tizzy picked himself up then spun around and kicked him across the arena before going down into a split.* "Groovy!"</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Grr..." *Tizzy growled as he picked himself up.* "I'm not going to let that idiot make a fool out of me. Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer special technique, Thousand Strike Attack!" *Tizzy swung the hammer wildly but Stew always slid out of the way just in time.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Suddenly he was right next to Tizzy. Stew quickly grabbed his opponent, like he would hold a dance partner, swung him around, and let go, sending Tizzy flying into a wall.* "Hope you enjoy dancing with the master."</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Ow!" *Tizzy rubbed his head.* "His evasion is incredible. I've got to catch him off guard somehow... Ah hah!" *Tizzy grinned.* "Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer special technique, Strike Raid!" *He sent his mallet spinning through the air like a boomerang.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>*Stew easily danced away from the attack.* "Looks like you're running out of moves." *Tizzy just continued to grin. And watched as, like a boomerang, the mallet turned and smashed into the back of Stew's head.*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Now for the finisher!" *Tizzy ran forward and grabbed the hammer while Stew stumbled around in a daze.* "Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer finishing technique, Supreme Concussion!!!" *He jumped up, did a flip, and smashed the hammer down on Stew's head.*</span>
"And the winner, by knockout, Tizzy!"
<span style='color:blue'>*Tizzy waved to the cheering crowd then promptly collapsed and fell to the ground.*</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Oh no! Is he hurt?!?" *Yreka gasped from the stands.*</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"Garbled fish meat?!?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'>*Ukyo leaned forward, straining for a better look.* "No, wait... He fell asleep again."</span>
(Yeah, i have it all planned out...-kicks computer for not letting her in PV yet again-)
"Next up is Sith of the school of the Fist of Kitchen Applience vs. Bahncy of the school of the Fist of the Super Ball." The loud speaker boomed
<span style='color:red'>"So i guess they already got Tizzy dragged out of there. Yreka joked</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Yeah, I saw the PMs (Paramedics?) carry him out to the room of cold showers to wake him up." Okyo said as a loud high pitched girl scream was heared</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"I think that was him, and I know girls, and that was NO girl scream." Sith chuckled to himself as he entered the arena.</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"I hope Tizzy gets back soon or he'll miss the fight." Guybrush started to chow down on another banana</span>
On the arena, Sith came eye to eye to Bahncy, a regual looking guy around the age 17.
<span style='color:orange'>"Get ready to get fork-a-lized!" Sith warned</span>
"Well get ready to be...bounce-a-lized!" Bahncy sneared.
"Ok, keep it cleaned, and no hitting below the belt. Ok, go!" The referee whistled them to fight
<span style='color:orange'>"FIST OF KITCHEN APPLIANCE! METAL SPATULA!" Sith cried as a metal spatual appeared in his hands</span>
"AAH! Fist of Fist of the Super Ball! Saga of balls!" Bahncy opened his palms and thousands of mini bouncy balls came spitting out, but Sith whacked them all away with his spatual.
<span style='color:blue'>"What'd I miss?" Tizzy gasped as he came back, soaking wet</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"Sir, what happened to you?" Ohjaz asked, not knowing what the group was talking about a few minutes ago</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Oh, Sith is against Bahncy, nothing much." Ukyo told him as she also wrote down to tell Ohjaz what happened to Tizzy</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"So he does have a move with the spatual, hilarious!" With that, he sat down on the chair beside Yreka, closing his eyes.</span>
"Pah, your spatual seems strong, but not as strong as this move! Fist of the Super Ball! EXTREME BOUNCE!" Soon a gasp held the air as Bahncy inflated into a huge bouncy ball.
<span style='color:orange'>"Ok....." Sith gulped as Bahncy started to bounce all over the place. Sith tried to run from him, but failed and got crushed severla times "Ugh, what's wring with me? Fist of Kitchen Appliance! FORK OF DOOM!" A fork appeared in his hand, hurling it at Bahncy, making a huge POPPING sound as he flew all over the stadium, and landing with a thud. Though the fight would be over if Sith's weakness didn't come into hand. As he waved to the crowd, he spotted a young gal in the crowd and BOOM, he was lost in her....eyes. As he goggled at her, Bahncy got up, tore his ruined suit to show a perfect new suit under his old suit</span>
"Ah-ha! I knew my sister would come in handy! Fist of the Super Ball! Super Super Ball!" A huge Super ball was rolling towards Sith. The screams and warns couldn't get into his head as he stared at the girl. He finally reliesed the dnager he was in after he got rolled over. As Sith peeled himself from the pavement, he knew he had to keep his eyes on the fight or he'll be a new tattoo for the ashfault
<span style='color:orange'>"Grrr....I'm ending this now! Fist of Kitchen Appliance! TOASTER POPUP!" A giant toaster appeared between Sith and Bahncy. "This is a very rare move my guru taught me. If the toast is nice and crispy, I gain energy and can fught longer! If it's all burnt, I lose energy and have a a greater chance of losing." Within time, the toaster popped up, and it was...brown and crispy! "AH-HA! I get energy!" Sith gloated as Bahncy sneered at him </span>
"Baah...like that could make you win...Fist of the Super Ball, Super Super ball!" The super big bouncy ball came back at Sith
<span style='color:orange'>"Not this time! Fist of Kitchen Appliance! Metal Spatual!" the Metal Spatual came into Siths hands. As the Super giant bouncy ball came near him, he used all the extra strenght he got to whacked the sgbb back at Bahncy</span>
"Oh shoot..." Was the last words of Bahncy before he was knocked out cold by his own attack.
<span style='color:red'>"Horray! He won!" Yreka cheered "Now where is that kid with my pepsi?" The reswt of the group rolled their eyes at Yreka.</span>
"Next up is Sith of the school of the Fist of Kitchen Applience vs. Bahncy of the school of the Fist of the Super Ball." The loud speaker boomed
<span style='color:red'>"So i guess they already got Tizzy dragged out of there. Yreka joked</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Yeah, I saw the PMs (Paramedics?) carry him out to the room of cold showers to wake him up." Okyo said as a loud high pitched girl scream was heared</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"I think that was him, and I know girls, and that was NO girl scream." Sith chuckled to himself as he entered the arena.</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"I hope Tizzy gets back soon or he'll miss the fight." Guybrush started to chow down on another banana</span>
On the arena, Sith came eye to eye to Bahncy, a regual looking guy around the age 17.
<span style='color:orange'>"Get ready to get fork-a-lized!" Sith warned</span>
"Well get ready to be...bounce-a-lized!" Bahncy sneared.
"Ok, keep it cleaned, and no hitting below the belt. Ok, go!" The referee whistled them to fight
<span style='color:orange'>"FIST OF KITCHEN APPLIANCE! METAL SPATULA!" Sith cried as a metal spatual appeared in his hands</span>
"AAH! Fist of Fist of the Super Ball! Saga of balls!" Bahncy opened his palms and thousands of mini bouncy balls came spitting out, but Sith whacked them all away with his spatual.
<span style='color:blue'>"What'd I miss?" Tizzy gasped as he came back, soaking wet</span>
<span style='color:teal'>"Sir, what happened to you?" Ohjaz asked, not knowing what the group was talking about a few minutes ago</span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Oh, Sith is against Bahncy, nothing much." Ukyo told him as she also wrote down to tell Ohjaz what happened to Tizzy</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"So he does have a move with the spatual, hilarious!" With that, he sat down on the chair beside Yreka, closing his eyes.</span>
"Pah, your spatual seems strong, but not as strong as this move! Fist of the Super Ball! EXTREME BOUNCE!" Soon a gasp held the air as Bahncy inflated into a huge bouncy ball.
<span style='color:orange'>"Ok....." Sith gulped as Bahncy started to bounce all over the place. Sith tried to run from him, but failed and got crushed severla times "Ugh, what's wring with me? Fist of Kitchen Appliance! FORK OF DOOM!" A fork appeared in his hand, hurling it at Bahncy, making a huge POPPING sound as he flew all over the stadium, and landing with a thud. Though the fight would be over if Sith's weakness didn't come into hand. As he waved to the crowd, he spotted a young gal in the crowd and BOOM, he was lost in her....eyes. As he goggled at her, Bahncy got up, tore his ruined suit to show a perfect new suit under his old suit</span>
"Ah-ha! I knew my sister would come in handy! Fist of the Super Ball! Super Super Ball!" A huge Super ball was rolling towards Sith. The screams and warns couldn't get into his head as he stared at the girl. He finally reliesed the dnager he was in after he got rolled over. As Sith peeled himself from the pavement, he knew he had to keep his eyes on the fight or he'll be a new tattoo for the ashfault
<span style='color:orange'>"Grrr....I'm ending this now! Fist of Kitchen Appliance! TOASTER POPUP!" A giant toaster appeared between Sith and Bahncy. "This is a very rare move my guru taught me. If the toast is nice and crispy, I gain energy and can fught longer! If it's all burnt, I lose energy and have a a greater chance of losing." Within time, the toaster popped up, and it was...brown and crispy! "AH-HA! I get energy!" Sith gloated as Bahncy sneered at him </span>
"Baah...like that could make you win...Fist of the Super Ball, Super Super ball!" The super big bouncy ball came back at Sith
<span style='color:orange'>"Not this time! Fist of Kitchen Appliance! Metal Spatual!" the Metal Spatual came into Siths hands. As the Super giant bouncy ball came near him, he used all the extra strenght he got to whacked the sgbb back at Bahncy</span>
"Oh shoot..." Was the last words of Bahncy before he was knocked out cold by his own attack.
<span style='color:red'>"Horray! He won!" Yreka cheered "Now where is that kid with my pepsi?" The reswt of the group rolled their eyes at Yreka.</span>
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((Opal-san? I speak in gibberish... or random phrases... as Ohjaz. ^^;; But those may have been lucky phrases so I'll let that go for now. Mew ^^))
<span style='color:teal'>"Wolf pie!"</span> Ohjaz purred eating the candybar Ukyo dropped. It was almost dinnertime and some of the contestants were being assigned bunk rooms for their stay at the tournament.
He knew Lady Ukyo's appetite would not be good after that little escapade... but she seemed pleased that their assigned rooms were adjacent to each other.
Ohjaz sat on the tatami mat in meditation after finishing the food that was waiting in his room. All the fighters seemed to be getting this royal treatment.
Then why did he sense something crazy was going to happen?
<span style='color:teal'>"Wolf pie!"</span> Ohjaz purred eating the candybar Ukyo dropped. It was almost dinnertime and some of the contestants were being assigned bunk rooms for their stay at the tournament.
He knew Lady Ukyo's appetite would not be good after that little escapade... but she seemed pleased that their assigned rooms were adjacent to each other.
Ohjaz sat on the tatami mat in meditation after finishing the food that was waiting in his room. All the fighters seemed to be getting this royal treatment.
Then why did he sense something crazy was going to happen?
*waves hand in a jedi-like manner* Move along. Nothing to see here...