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Strongest Under The Land Under The Heavens; Oboe & Uub, Medium Quest, Incomplete
Topic Started: Oct 27 2010, 10:40 PM (146 Views)
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Strongest Under the Land Under the Heavens
Location: Earth
Difficulty: Medium
Reward: +600 zeni, +5 DP, +20 all stats, +5 Rp Credits
Bonus: +3 alignment if you destroy the league, OR -3 to alignment if you become the new champion.

Description: An underground fighting league has recognized your skill, and invited you to participate in their infamous martial arts tournament, where the strongest and most vicious martial artists around fight each other, often to the death. Depending on what kind of character you want to be, you can take this opportunity to get close to the head of the league, and put an end to this bloodsport for good, or to show you're the most vicious fighter around, by putting an end to any fighter unfortunate enough to be put against you, and become the new champion of the league.

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The city was at a calm peaceful twilight. Crickets and cicadas were chirping merrily in the distance as Oboe strolled down the street.

He’d been careless lately about going out in public. Most people didn’t think twice about his appearance. To them, a green person with pointed ears was nothing particularly unusual. After all, this was a world inhabited by talking animals. It was only the antennae that usually made people uneasy, for whatever reason.

As he walked down the street, he thought he could hear something, a faint whipping of the wind against an object. Perhaps it was merely a sign or bag rustled by the wind. The rustling got steadily louder however and suddenly, his face was covered by a piece of paper. He pulled it off his face and took a close look at it. It was somewhat colorful, but what made it interesting was the bold title written out prominent kanji.

“Tengokuichi Budôkai…” he read aloud.

The name was ominous in and of itself, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued by it. The directions on the flyer said to come to a rather conspicuous location, an abandoned building in East City’s suburbs. It was to begin tomorrow night at 11 o’clock night sharp. His blood was already boiling with anticipation.

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Oboe stood in front of the warehouse the next evening. He hadn’t a clue what it was used for, nor did he care. He had his reasons for being here, and that was good enough for him. The door had a peephole in it, and he looked in to see someone’s eye staring at him.

“Ya got a password?” he heard someone say from behind the door.

“How’s this for a password? Let me in or I’ll break your damn door down.”

“Gee, how’d he know the password…” he heard them mumble. “Alrighty, I’mma let you in.”

The door creaked open and Oboe stepped inside. Within the warehouse was a ring, no one traditionally used for martial arts tournaments, with tiles and the like, but what appeared to be a boxing ring with a cage around it. He eyed it suspiciously, and then looked around at the others in the room. Most weren’t friendly looking, large, brawny men, but at the very least, they all appeared to be human. One of them stood out among the rest, though, a young man with dark skin and a black mohawk. He didn’t seem like the rest of the fighters. He was calmer, less tense, and wore what appeared to be some sort of dogi. Perhaps he too practiced martial arts.

Oboe thought nothing of it though. After all, he was still just a human.

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Oboe’s Post Count: 1
Oboe’s Word Count: 447
Oboe’s Word Total: 447

Uub’s Post Count: 0
Uub’s Word Count: 0
Uub’s Word Total: 0

Complete Post Count: 1/10
Complete Word Total: 447/3000

Author’s Notes: “Tengokuichi Budôkai” would more or less translate to “Number One in Hell” tournament, essentially just swapping out one term from “Tenkaichi Budôkai.”
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Uub walked up from the southwest beach of East City. He wanted to take a stroll for the night and get away from the lonely Kame Island for a chance. As he walked a few blocks he was confronted by a pair of men in disguise. They were not what you would call the friendly type and took out knives.

“Look kid, give us your zeni and capsules and we’ll be on our way!!”

Uub raised an eyebrow and kept his slow pace. The men were persistent and apparently in a hurry so talking ceased there as they lunged towards Uub. With minimal strength Uub disarmed the two men and knocked one unconscious.

“…Hey kid, that was great! I just saw you take out those guys with no problem,” a strange man said as his car pulled up to the side of him. “Come on get in! The name’s Mr. Pal, because I’m everybody’s pal. Ha-Ha-Haa!... Look kid if you to fight come with me to the “Number One in Hell” tournament. You could be our new champ and win big bucks. What do ya say?”

Uub shrugged and hopped in the car. Once they got there Mr. Pal introduced Uub to the doorman and almost everyone else that shared their path.

“Hey kid, what’d you say your name was?!.. Ahh, look don’t worry kid, relax, sit-down and wait for the fights. You’re not the only hand-picked fighter here. These guys are the cream-of-the-crop and ruthless, might I add. The tournament will begin in about an hour okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Uub went off by himself into a corner by the stands and looked over the room. The warehouse was full of muscle-bound fighters, brawlers to be more specific. A few of the fighters were smaller in stature yet very fit looking even one or two shorter than him. The atmosphere was humid from the chatter, warming-up, and “hot air” from the wannabe fighters that showed off their ripped clothes, tattoos, and horrible hair-do’s. Dressed down for the day Uub sported his blue dogi with yellow belt and wirst bands that complimented the red boots just right.

Just then he noticed a little commotion at the entrance. Some stranger was pretty boisterous as he entered which rattled the doorman’s feathers a bit. Out of all the men there Uub could sense his enormous power compared to the weaker men already there.

“This guy will prove to be very difficult if we meet before the final match.”

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Uub Word Count | 415
Uub Total Word Count | 415
Uub Total Posts | 1

Oboe’s Word Count | 447
Oboe’s Total Word Count | 447
Oboe’s Total Posts | 1

Complete Posts | 2/10
Complete Word Count | 862/3000
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Oboe looked away from the young man so as to not make him suspicious. That was the last thing he wanted at the moment. He went over to a wall and put one foot up against it, his arms folded across his chest.

“Now ‘at everybody’s here, we can start the firs’ match!” a booming voice said. He recognized it as the one who’d opened the door for him earlier. Apparently, he was to be the announcer for this evening. Th’ firs’ two in the ring are gonna be Gyoza and Sashimi. If ya’ll c’d step up at this time.”

Two fighters stepped into the ring, both of them looking like a pair of ruffians. The one in the left corner had a larger build and several tattoos on his face. The other was a young woman wearing skimpy clothes, similarly covered in tattoos.

The fight was surprisingly quick and one sided. The young woman drew a knife out of her jeans pocket and slashed at her opponent’s neck, leaving a deep gash. He gripped her by the throat, but the damage was already done. Around ten seconds later, the man collapsed to the ground, blood still spurting out of his neck. He coughed up, and then fell silent and lifeless.

“Th’ winner is Gyoza!” the announcer shouted. She picked up his body and placed it in a corner of the room. That was to begin the pile of bodies.

Shit… Oboe thought. I had no idea they were going to use knives… It’s a good thing I can regenerate…

“’Ey, you. Green guy! You wanna fight? I ferget the rest o’ these peoples’ names. And the guy in the corner, you can fight too.”

The Namekian looked over at the corner to see a somewhat slimmer man wearing his hair in a mohawk. He was free of tattoos, but had several piercings in his ears, as well as his lip and nose. He casually stepped up to the ring.

Oboe felt uncomfortable after seeing the last match. This wasn’t martial arts like he knew it. It was brutal, harsh, unforgiving, more so than usual. But most importantly, there was no respect, no “way of the warrior.” This was undeniably street fighting in a tournament form, and it disgusted him. Teaching them his ways wouldn’t be worth his time though. With exception, perhaps, to the young man he’d seen earlier.

Hiding his underlying thoughts, he walked up to the ring with a scowl on his face as the iron bars closed behind him. His opponent looked more than ready for a fight. He came charging at him, his fist clenched. Oboe put one hand out and flicked the air. The result was a shockwave, and a forceful one at that, sending his opponent flying backwards and slamming into the metal bars around the cage.

He turned around and grabbed the bars of the cage and bent them so that there was a gap wide enough for him to go through. His opponent suddenly got up and pulled a small pistol out of his pocket and fired a bullet at him. He didn’t look back, he merely put his hand in the air and caught it as if flew past, then dropped it to the ground with a smirk.

The other man was speechless, though some in the crowd gasped.

“I… I give up,” he said.

“Uh, w’ll it looks th’ green guy is th’ winner…!” the announcer said.

Oboe stepped out of the ring, casting a spiteful glance over at the young man in the corner.

He shouldn’t be here…

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Oboe’s Post Count: 2
Oboe’s Word Count: 600
Oboe’s Word Total: 1047

Uub’s Post Count: 1
Uub’s Word Count: 415
Uub’s Word Total: 415

Complete Post Count: 3/10
Complete Word Total: 1662/3000

Author’s Notes: “Way of the Warrior” is a rough translation of “Bushido,” which if you don’t know what it means, I recommend looking it up. As for why I didn’t just use “bushido,” I suppose it would be more confusing than “way of the warrior.”

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“Whoa! She just cut that guys throat! Mr. Pal saying they were ruthless was no joke. Looks like I have my work cut out for me. It’s more of a kill tournament then a fighting tournament.”

Uub’s sense of awareness heightened greatly as his emotions went all over. He was more so shocked from the peer sadistic nature of this “tournament”. If Uub had anyone to worry it about it was definitely the green guy. No one else’s power level compared to his.

“’Ey, you. Green guy! You wanna fight? I ferget the rest o’ these peoples’ names. And the guy in the corner, you can fight too.”

Uub’s heart pounded like there was no tomorrow, as he believed the two were fighting right off the bat. Before he was a quarter of the way to standing the “Green guy” and another fighter walked in the ring. The other fighter’s mohawk wasn’t the same as Uub’s but a coincidence to say the least. The fight came and went as quickly as they were both called up. The green man took one shot to send the mohawk fighter through the opposing side of the ring. As he pulled the cage apart and grabbed a speeding bullet he made sure the other guy knew what was what. The man quit and the third match came up.

Uub saw the glance from the Green guy which was not in a good manner. He walked down and resumed his post before his battle and Uub continued to look. Uub knew he was going to do battle with him and hopefully in the championship match. The third match came up as one of the shortest guys there jumped into the caged ring followed by a bear. The bear creature snarled and wore denim jeans with a biker jacket and black gloves. The little guy was actually kind of comical as he stretched and grabbed the ropes bend his hips.

Their names were hard to pronounce which didn’t matter as they wasted no time to attack each other before the fight bell. They wrestled and fought quite dirty. They little man used his size to his advantage and stayed to the side and rear of the bear. A few minutes went by as they bear grew tired and put all of his weight on the little man inevitably suffocating him. A horrible way to go out but could have been worst from a bear creature.

“Wow, wha’ a battle ‘uh?! Next! Littl’ ‘hawk o’er there vers’ Shouji!” the announcer exclaimed pointing to Uub and Shouji.

Shouji entered first and was wearing an all black with orange trim dogi. He stood in the center of the ring and showed off his martial arts. He was probably one of the true martial artists there and let everyone know by showing off his warm-up. High kicks, loud yelling, flips, the works were pulled out to excite the crowd as he stood in the center. Uub was straight faced and was waved to the middle to take a traditional match stance.

Both of them stood in the center with their front wrists touching and ready for battle. As soon as the command for fight began the match, Uub quick half-stepped forward and with his front hand, slapped Shouji’s front hand down and followed with a whipping jab to his nose. The jab was lightning fast and floored Shouji with blood spurted all over.

Uub turned around and the cage door opened for him to leave as Shouji had to be helped out. He went back to his seat and gave the Green guy a side-eye stare and relaxed to focus on the next match.

“Challenge answered, Green Man…”

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Uub Word Count | 618
Uub Total Word Count | 1032
Uub Total Posts | 2

Oboe’s Word Count | 600
Oboe’s Total Word Count | 1047
Oboe’s Total Posts | 2

Complete Posts | 4/10
Complete Word Count | 2280/3000
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Two more rounds came and went in the blink of an eye. The first was a fight between a short young man and an anthropomorphic bear. It ended with the bear grabbing the human by the neck and snapping it, not a pleasant way to die.

Then came the young martial artist with the mohawk. Oboe was astounded how quickly he took his opponent out. It was incredibly fast, just a quick jab to the nose, but with the force of a bullet. Only a little bit of blood came from his mouth, but he was certainly unconscious. Still, the fighter didn’t seem as brutal as the rest. On his way stepping out of the ring, he passed a quick glance at Oboe.

After the warrior had returned to his to corner of the room, Oboe walked over in a casual manner, but had a serious look on his face. “This fight is a waste of your potential,” he said. “You’re fighting with these lowlifes?”

He walked off, not waiting for a reply. There had to be something up with this, more than just fights, and then he saw his answer. There was a door labeled “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY” in the very back of the room. Obviously, when he tried to open it, it was locked. Fortunately for him, it didn’t take much effort to rip the door off its hinges. And more fortunately, the current match was already under way, and the crowd was making too much commotion to care about whatever it was he was doing. Though something in the back of his mind hoped the young martial artist would at least glance over.

He stepped inside to see a group of men, most in business suits, though a couple in street clothes, gathered around a table, piles of money sitting on in neat little stacks. They had a conversation, something about the bet on these two fighters before Oboe rounded the corner and came out in the clear.

“Gamblers… Should have guessed,” he muttered to himself. “Only they could have such little value for human life.”

“Isn’t that the guy who…?” one of them commented.

“Yeah, it is,” Oboe said flatly.

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Oboe’s Post Count: 2
Oboe’s Word Count: 364
Oboe’s Word Total: 1396

Uub’s Post Count: 2
Uub’s Word Total: 1032

Complete Post Count: 5/10
Complete Word Total: 2644/3000
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“This fight is a waste of your potential. You’re fighting with these lowlifes?” the green man said as he walked to and past Uub.

Uub smiled at first and then raised an eyebrow in confusion. The green man walked by without waiting for a response

“Well aren’t you fighting the same lowlives?”

Uub kind of shrugged him off a bit but thought about what he had said. He without a doubt told the truth that the tournament had been a waste of his potential. Uub figured that out when he sensed everyone’s power level. The fact that a lot them used weapons was outrageous for a “martial-arts tournament”.

The green man left Uub’s peripheral vision as he focused on the fifth match. These guys were no doubt the weakest of them all. They wrestled, bite, scratched, and eye gouged for victory. The battle dragged and they were both barely hanging on. As they slowed yet steadied their pummeling of each others faces, Uub sensed a boost in power reading from the green man. He had ripped the “AUTHORIZED PERSONNAL ONLY” door where Mr. Pal went before the beginning of the tournament. Uub perked up slightly and peered out the side of his eye to see what he was up to.

Uub had looked around in a nonchalant manner to check if anyone had been paying attention. It must have been his lucky day because no one had noticed which prompted Uub to become his curious self. As Uub made his way to follow the green man the two fighters in the caged ring slugged their last. The two men fought to exhaustion and T.K.O.’d each other from passing out at the same time.

“Hmph! And that’s what they advertise as ruthless. I guess those guys were napping during the first four matches,” Uub said speaking softly.

As Uub followed he heard what sounded like the green man’s voice saying, “Yeah, it’s me.”

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Uub Word Count | 322
Uub Total Word Count | 1354
Uub Total Posts | 3

Oboe’s Total Word Count | 1396
Oboe’s Total Posts | 3

Complete Posts | 6/10
Complete Word Count | 2966/3000
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Oboe could hear footsteps coming from behind him. Surely they were that young man from earlier. Who else could it possibly be?

“So, what you here for?”

One man asked. He had a cigar in his mouth and was carefully counting his money as if Oboe weren’t even in the room.

“I’m guessing this is all some gambling operation of yours?” the Namekian said bluntly.

“Now now,” the man said straightening his tie. “Gambling is such a dirty word. It’s just friendly completion that we’re betting on. That’s all. Is that so bad?”

“Friendly competition?” Oboe asked with one eye raised. “If this is your idea of friendly competition, I’d hate to see what it would be like if it weren’t.”

“You see, my boy, this is all in the name of sport of and a pay check at the end of the day. Of course, with fighters like you who win all of their matches, gambling gets kinda one sided. Freaks like you who steal all of the limelight.”

“Freak?” Oboe said in a disgusted manner. “What makes me the freak and you not? I could confuse you with a monkey that shaves if I didn’t already think Saiyans are just that.”

“Yeah, because someone with green fuckin’ skin is more normal than an every day human like me. Where the hell did you come from a pet store? We’d group you in with the reptiles or somethin’, but we don’t know what the fuck you are!” He chortled to himself, but his laughs were suddenly stopped as Oboe dashed forward. He grabbed the man by the neck and held him a few feet off the ground. His grip became tighter with each passing second.

Oboe! A voice stern rang in his head. What do you think you’re doing?

“U-unko?” Oboe said blankly. He released his grip. The person he was holding scrambled for something he could use as a weapon.

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Oboe’s Post Count: 4
Oboe’s Word Count: 322
Oboe’s Word Total: 1718

Uub’s Post Count: 3
Uub’s Word Total: 1396

Complete Post Count: 7/10
Complete Word Total: 3288/3000
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Uub crept down the walkway a bit but stayed back far enough that the men did not see him. The stench of the room was unbearable. The cigar smoke was awful along with the random half bottle sprays of cologne. Uub from the country in a small village had not come across these undesirable smells before. His eyes and nose itched and burned as he ease-dropped on the conversation. Nothing sounded good as he crept a bit closer to view past the green man.

The situation had turned sour quickly from the man’s comments and the green man was at his throat in an instant. Almost as suddenly as he had attacked he released the man. Uub stood confused. Having caught his breath a bit the man fumbled around for a weapon which was a knife. Uub sprung into action and grabbed the man’s arm twisting it behind his back as he slammed his face to the table. Money, a few chips, and a few miscellaneous items fell off the table in all the action. The men at the table were all shocked along with the green man who was just at the same guy’s throat.

“…I thought you might need some help. He was going to stab you and I’d rather not see this loser take your life without me having fought you,” Uub said wrenching on the man’s arm and smashing his face into the table.

“Wow, kid! I thought you and I were cool,” Mr. Pal said across the table.

“I don’t know what gave you that idea. I just wanted to see what my training has improved in my abilities.”

“Ah! So you used me?”

“Hmph! Just like you used me. Betting on me and you still don’t even know my name.”

“Please let go of my arm… you’re going to rip it off!” the man exclaimed as his words were muffled from the table and money in his face.

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Uub Word Count | 324
Uub Total Word Count | 1678
Uub Total Posts | 4

Oboe’s Total Posts | 4
Oboe’s Total Word Count | 1718

Complete Posts | 8/10
Complete Word Count | 3612/3000
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The young man from earlier sprang up and struck along with Oboe. He glanced over at him. He seemed to be hassling someone, but he wasn’t paying any attention to what they were saying. He was too busy with the conversation going on in his head.

Oboe’s grip loosened and the man fell to the ground.

You need to get a grip on yourself. You’re putting innocents in harm’s way! God shouted in his mind.

Innocents!? You call that an innocent!?” Oboe shouted. The men in the room surely must have thought he was crazy, the way he was yelling at nothing.

Leave them be now. You had no business coming here in the first place. Besides, your companion seems to be more than capable of cleaning up the mess you’ve left behind on his own.

“…Fine,” Oboe said solemnly. He glanced over at the martial artist, and then turned around. “You better take care of these guys. This isn’t what the martial arts are about.”

He turned around and walked out the door, then looked back at the young fighter one last time, to see if he was doing his job. He was still handling the same man. He was on the table now, being hassled for whatever reason. Oboe felt that was more than enough for his mind to be at ease.

He stepped out of the back room and walked over the announcer. He was just about to call up the next pair of fighters. Oboe yanked the microphone out of his hand and said into it, “This tournament’s over.” He placed one of his palms flat out and shot a small blast of ki at the ring, completely engulfing it in a powerful explosion. “Anyone who wants to argue can go bring it up with the guys in there.”

He handed the microphone back to the announcer, then headed out into the night.

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Oboe’s Post Count: 5
Oboe’s Word Count: 317
Oboe’s Word Total: 2035

Uub’s Post Count: 4
Uub’s Word Total: 1678

Complete Post Count: 9/10
Complete Word Total: 3713/3000
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Uub still had the man down, grinding his face into the table. Having heard the green man out in the ring area followed by an explosion he knew what had happened. He sensed for the man’s power as it faded away from him leaving the area.

“Heh! He’s gone,” Uub said as he eased up on the man. “Now exactly how much were you guys betting and on who? I think I’ll take some of this money and the championship title now that the Green Guy is gone. From the sound earlier out there he destroyed the caged ring.”

The man he had pressed into the table rubbed his neck and shoulder from Uub’s hold. The other men were in shock from the whole situation and a few had wet themselves with sweat. Footsteps thundered off the walls as the remaining fighters rushed in to see what the big idea was.

“HEY!! That big green freak blew up the damn ring! How can we fight now?” the bear fighter yelled.

“We will all fight in the main warehouse. It will be a free-for-all. Last man standing. I suggest you all attack me otherwise you’d all be wasting your time fighting each other,” Uub said with a smirk.

“WHAT!” the bear fight exclaimed.

The fighters looked at the head man in charge and he nodded still holding his throat. Uub walked through the crowd of men calmly as he grabbed the announcer. As he walked into the main warehouse area he whispered into the announcers ear the whole way. The men followed along with the “Suits” lagging behind.

“Al’ right! Free-For-All, Now!” the announcer yelled as he ran out of the way.

Uub stood confidently in the middle of the floor as the remaining eight men looked at each other. Uub took in a deep breath as the men readied their and minds to battle.

“Come on,” Uub said as he slipped into his fighting stance.

The men ran like bulls as they yelled with fists and knives in the air. Uub inhaled and gave a quick jab to the first man in the chest breaking his sternum. The second and third were received a hard punch to the nose followed up with a front kick to one then back kick to the other. The fourth fighter had a knife and swung wildly as Uub crouched then exploded up with a headbutt underneath his chin.

The remaining men circled Uub as he stretched out his arms looking from side to side. They rushed in from three angles which did not end well. Uub grabbed the first to him and spun him into the attack of another man while kick the first band in his spine. The last two were given a furry of palm strikes to the body.

“Can I have my money and championship title now?” Uub said as the last two men fell with no one else remaining.

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Uub Word Count | 489
Uub Total Word Count | 2166
Uub Total Posts | 5

Oboe’s Total Posts | 5
Oboe’s Total Word Count | 2035

Complete Posts | 10/10
Complete Word Count | 4202/3000
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