Author`s Note: Here`s part three, featuring more mindless violence, character development, dramatic tributes and roughly 50% more Spiffings™ than the two chapters before it. You might actually feel sorry for Hercule by the end of this one...
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Hybrid Theory Redux
Step Up
People were still reeling from the earlier victory of a boy who couldn`t even claim to have lived into his early teens yet over a newcomer who looked set to take the gold at this year`s tournament, not to mention the arena rocking miniature war that had occured in the match prior to that when the announcer walked out, followed by the two paramedics who efficiently scraped Spopovitch`s body out of it`s Spopovitch-sized crater in the arena wall, obviously a bit shaken by the day`s events so far but managing to contain his obvious excitement.
"And now, our next match will pit a finalist in the last tournament, Jewel, against a two time quarter finalist and a one time semi-finalist, as well as a former champion of the North, and West Budoukais, Krillin!" He called out, giving off a list of either fighter`s attributes. "Jewel showed strong in the last tournament, coming close to knocking out Hercule three times in one of the longest, most brutal matches since the reign of Son Goku, losing only when Hercule expertly dodged his unique variant of the body scissors kick and delivered a patented Satan Kick into the throat while still in mid-air, hurling Jewel from the ring. Krillin on the other hand, came into the Tenkaichi Budoukai at the age of 13, at the time the second youngest competitor ever to grace the world stage, losing solely to the champion of the 21st Budoukai, Jackie Chun, and coming in as a strong quarter finalist in the two following tournaments. Up until the arrival of Son Gohan in this tournament, Krillin reigned in as the second youngest competitor of all time behind his best friend, the late, great Son Goku, who I`m told only failed to show at the last Budoukai due to his untimely demise as the result of a heart disease," the announcer explained, even as most of the fighters who knew him, and a small crowd in the audience, in particular a woman in her middle ages, a boy who`d shocked the world and a Namekian warrior, all bowed their heads in respect.
Krillin sighed somewhat as Jewel walked up to him and spoke. "How`s a noseless shrimp like you going to take on a beautiful warrior like me? Just give up!" He taunted. Krillin sneered at him and spoke in an especially threatening voice, eyes narrowing as he did so. "I may not be a good looker, but at least no one`s gonna be confusing me for a girl anytime soon," he replied snidely, rubbing it in a few seconds later. "Why do you think I came in as a finalist and a semi-finalist three times, prettyboy?" He asked, not bothering to answer as he walked out of the lounge leaving behind a fairly irate Jewel.
"And here comes Krillin, looking somewhat somber at the mo-" The announcer stopped as Krillin walked up to him and tapped his midsection. "Mind givin` a moment of silence for Goku?" He asked. "With pleasure," the announcer nodded back before looking back to the crowds. "As a request from Krillin, I`m going to ask all of you for a moment of silence in the memory of Son Goku," the announcer asked. The crowd was a bit in surprise but they did as asked. A rare smirk graced Piccolo`s face as he bowed his head again, earning a raised eyebrow from Videl.
It was a blessing that Hercule wasn`t present, he`d have probably caused the loudest roar in history just to get some attention.
"... And on with the match," the announcer stated, looking for Jewel. The blonde fighter came darting out of the fighter`s lounge at Krillin, who already stood waiting for him. "I`ll kill you, you little runt!" Jewel yelled out, jumping into the air with a corkscrewing flip and coming down at Krillin...
Only to land on the surface of the ring in a crouch. Krillin had dodged to the side at the last second, his right foot coming out in a straight line and hitting Jewel in the right knee, causing him to fall into Krillin`s direction, only to slam into Krillin`s elbow, then his forearm, causing him to corkscrew in every direction while flying out of the ring and crashing into the ground, bouncing off and landing with a roll into the stands, where he seemed to fall in reverse up the steps and come to a halt at the mid-row, unconcious, missing at least a few of his teeth, with a broken nose and a shattered cheekbone, eyes rolling around independantly of one another.
Needless to say, the token bishounen was seeing stars.
"As if we needed to be reminded why Krillin is almost as legendary as Goku himself anymore than we already were! Give him a hand folks!" The announcer called out as Krillin raised his hand in a V-for-victory kind of sign, exiting the ring with a happy little smirk.
Watch as the road rocks
Men only moon walk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box
And that`s when it all went down as it shouldn`t have. Hercule jumped out of the lounge area, managing to somehow cause Krillin to falter back, but not fall over while he ran for the announcer and grabbed the microphone. He hopped into the ring and began to speak...
Verbal violence, lyrical stylists
In a time when rock-hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tell me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility you're killing me
"Yeah!" Hercule called out. "Do you people wanna see some real fighting?!" He asked. The crowd was silent. Hercule cleared his throat. "Hello?!" He demanded as the announcer walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, pointing over at Jewel. "That little short guy did that," he stated nonchalantly. Hercule`s jaw dropped and his eyes seemed to bug out momentarily before he got his 'courage' back and spoke up, noticing the crowd was finally paying attention to him.
Krillin just broke into a snickering fit though, falling over and clutching his side in laughter.
"You people wanna see some real action?!" Hercule asked. The crowd cheered, a few people booed but nobody could really hear them. "You know what?" He asked the crowd, who replied with a blaringly loud chant of the word 'what' in reply. "How many people know I`m gonna beat the blue snot outta Dab`ra?!" He asked. The crowd responded with the same 'what' chant. "How many people here know I`m gonna beat him like I beat Cell and that big ugly alien, Bojack!?" Another 'what' chant.
"How many people here know I`m the single greatest martial artist of all time?!" The crowd replied finally with a 'we do! Hercule rules!' chant, occasionally broken by a chanting of 'Satan' so loud that it caused Piccolo to contemplate blowing out his own ear drums to silence it.
Dabura finally broke from his stance, walking to the door of the lounge and glaring at Mister Satan with a sneer. Nobody noticed him, and he soon walked back inside, intent on especially humiliating his foe to no ends when the time came.
"I`m going to enjoy breaking every bone in that idiot`s body," he thought angrily, propping himself against a wall once more.
The announcer calmly yawned and grabbed the microphone from Mister Satan, sounding clearly unenthused in his plugging of the champion`s abilities. "Yeah... That`s our champ. Hercule Satan, clearly the most vocal champion in tournament history," he grumbled out. "Do these people not remember the freaking nuclear war we just had here?" He asked himself while ushering Hercule out, much to his cries of 'I`m the champ!'
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard it somewhere you were getting help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if someone else writes your lines
Rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
"Okay, moving along... Out next match pits newcomer... Number Eighteen... Is that your real name?" He asked, looking into the fighter`s lounge at the casually dressed blonde woman with the big, blue eyes that seemed so harsh to look at, yet at the same time oddly beautiful. She nodded a yes and he gave off a shrug in reply before speaking again.
"As I was saying, the next match pits newcomer Number Eighteen against a former quarter finalist in Puntar, who`s shown to be a remarkably agile fighter for a big man in his last showing at the tournament, losing only when his opponent, the man Jewel beat to make it into the finals, grabbed him by the hair and judo tossed him out of the ring and onto his belly. Puntar is heavily favored to win the tournament this year, but Number Eighteen is good friends with an earlier competitor, Zangya, and has claimed to have fought and on at least one occasion, defeated Ma Junior, and is one of the first two women since Lanfan to have made it into the Tenkaichi Budoukai, so we can only guess what to expect of her as far as this tournament is going to go..."
Puntar came out first, doing every 'Big Man Pose' in the book along the way, right down to waving his hand to his ear for the audience to cheer into, while Eighteen just walked around him and made her way into the ring.
"Alright... And... Fight!" The announcer yelled out. Puntar laughed and charged at Eighteen, breaking into a quick rolling attack as if he was going to simply run over her. Eighteen stood her ground.
Puntar came closer.
Eighteen stood her ground.
Puntar was less than a fought from Eighteen when a bright flash let up his back and he slammed into some invisible barrier, sliding down to an awkward position on his neck and getting up. He turned around, through a hard backhanded blow at Eighteen`s cheek, only to find his hand slapping against what felt like a steel wall, unyielding. He looked at this and spotted that his gigantic arm, capable of sheering a small car in half with one blow, had been caught by Number Eighteen`s middle finger. She smirked.
"Uh oh," Puntar muttered, only to find himself airborn before crashing through the roof of an office building a half a second later, twelve blocks from the spot he had been standing in less than a second and a half earlier. Eighteen still hovered in the pose where she`d jumped up and uppercut Puntar in the chin, lowering down and touching onto the ground before walking into the lounge with her hands in her pockets.
The announcer blinked. "Eighteen wins," he mumbled out before looking at his card. "Okay... Next match will be Yamu against Killa!"
Cause rock and hip hop collaborated for years
But now they're getting readily mixed and matched up
Well after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up, none of it's real
You wanna be an MC, you gotta study the skill
"What kind of people are you guys?" Videl asked. Piccolo looked at her with a shrug. "We`re strong." He replied, looking to the ring with little interest as Killa and Yamu walked out. They dressed somewhat alike, both wearing military styled clothing, though Killa wore shorts, a muscle shirt, boots and wrappings over his hands while Yamu wore only boots and a pair of fatigues, nothing else.
"Let the match begin!"
"How can a scrawny woman like that Eighteen girl knock out a seven foot tall, five hundred pound man with one hit without even trying?" Videl asked. Piccolo looked sideways at her. "We`re strong," he answered again. "That doesn`t explain it," Videl grumbled. "Yes, it does," Piccolo replied. Videl glared at him, he didn`t even respond.
In the ring, things weren`t as epic, nor as violent as they had been in the first match, or as quick as the three after it, but things were certainly pretty drama filled in their own right. Yamu was more agile, Killa had strength to balance it out. Yamu ducked one of Killa`s rare kicks, Killa immediately went into a crouch with his momentum, wheeling around on one foot and trying to swing out Yamu`s legs, though the other just hopped up and landed on his hands and knees, quickly readjusting his positioning and kneeing Killa in the face.
Killa rolled away as Yamu ran at him, coming up with an uppercut that sent the other flying a few feet into the air and landing on his back with a bloody mouth. Yamu was swift in getting to his feet, dodging Killa`s arm and smashing his first into the other`s stomach, drawing away and elbowing Killa in the back of the head. The contest took a decidedly brutal turn as Yamu jumped up with a spin, cracking his leg across the side of Killa`s face and sending the other done with blood trickling from his face.
Killa was slow to his feet and Yamu took advantage, hopping backwards and then running forward with a roll, scissoring Yamu face first into the ring floor and then flipping him onto his back while drawing away, getting to his feet and dropping an elbow into the other`s stomach.
Killa laid there as Yamu got to his feet. "And it looks like Yamu is going to win this..." The announcer stated only to be corrected as Yamu left the ground from a rising tackle-into-a-bearhug, heaving Yamu up onto his shoulder and then slamming him down into the ring. Yamu let out an agonized yelp and lay there as Killa bounced off of him and to his knees, handstanding for a moment before crashing his shins into the other`s chest and rolling with the momentum onto his feet, only to fall sideways and land his elbow into Yamu`s stomach before rolling to his knees and brutally raining his fists into Yamu`s face.
A few seconds later, it seemed to be over. Killa got to his feet and staggered back a bit, walking towards the announcer somewhat and speaking. "Makuhthuh account," he said in that oddball way he spoke, a result of one too many blows to the head during his kickboxing career.
"This is about as exciting as watching paint dry," Krillin mumbled unenthusiastically as the count began.
At about the count of five, he stopped. Killa raised an eyebrow and turned around, ducking a furious spin kick and turning around with a good speed for someone so weak compared to even an old pro like Master Roshi, his left arm shooting out and striking the bloodied Yamu right in the cheek. The other spun sideways to his knees, finding the other`s large arms wrapped around his throat in a traditional sleeper hold.
Yamu cursed loudly and struggled up to his feet, wrapping his arms around the back of Killa`s head and pushing his body back as much as he could manage. Killa staggered back a bit and then found himself holding onto a now upside down, soon handstanding Yamu, who balanced on his hands while perched on Killa`s shoulders, raining down with his knees into the other`s shoulder blades while tumbling back, hands wrapping around Killa`s jaw while the kickboxer flipped over onto his belly in a most painful sort of way.
"And this is slowly turning into an all out brawl," the announcer exclaimed, looking over the two bloody looking fighters with little actual astonishment but making it seem the opposite. Killa was on his feet with a second wind by now, but Yamu dodged the attempt of an uppercut, and soon Killa found himself on the recieving end of a knee into the stomach, a forearm crashing into the side of his face and sending him bent forward and to the side somewhat. An elbow into his back sent him to the ground in a heap. Yamu screamed and wheeled back, kicking Killa in the side and sending him onto his stomach. Yamu stomped Killa`s stomach repeatedly.
"Wow, this is a bit extreme compared to most matches," the announcer thought, hearing Killa scream with each stomp before Yamu grabbed him from the ring floor by the sides of his head and roughly threw him over and into the air. Killa landed with a skid and rolling out of the way, hopping to one knee and bringing his entire arm down into the back of Yamu`s head and body, grabbing his wrist in the process and driving the other face first into the ring floor. Yamu looked unconcious, but he had also looked unconcious last time Killa had him down, and Killa didn`t like repeating mistakes. With supreme effort, he walked in front of the still unmoving Yamu and bent down, grabbing him around the midsection and lifting him up into something of a flip up to one shoulder before running forward.
With a yell, Killa jumped and used one arm to throw Yamu into the ring floor, skidding to a stop and clutching fists together before falling forward to his knees and slamming them into Yamu`s collar. The other screamed and reached up, grabbing Killa by the sides of the head and yanking him down while sitting up. It was Killa`s turn to taste the cement tiling, impacting with enough force to crack the tile his forehead smacked into and then falling onto his side from Yamu`s shoulder, face bloodied, nose broken and a red mark in the cracked tile that had caused the damage.
Yamu got to his feet only to fall back down again as the ten count began.
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you everytime like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step step up step step up
Ten seconds later it was over, a draw, meaning the next match would by-pass it`s winner straight into the semi-finals. "It`s over folks, let`s give these guys a hand. They didn`t level half the ring but that`s going down in Budoukai history as one of the most brutal fights ever!" The announcer called out as paramedics carried out the two fighters, much to the gratitude of those in the lounge. They all wanted to fight. Two down just meant less competition for those who went on to the quarters.
The crowds cheered and the tournament continued.
"Next up is a Trunks Mirai, a first time competitor in these tournaments. The ladies are sure to love him and the guys will just have to cheer, let`s give it up!" The announcer called out as the elder version of Trunks calmly walked to the ring, waving to the masses without any real hesitation to his movements. "And his opponent is the great Mighty Mask!" The crowds continued cheering for Trunks, mainly the women, while Mighty Mask shuffled into the ring and stared. "Let the match be-" Mighty Mask flew out of the ring and smacked into a wall. "Nevermind," the announcer mumbled as Trunks walked back out of the ring.
The next matches went by over the course of a half an hour, three men, Sied, Turpin and a strange looking man with a leather fetish calling himself Ether, all won their respective matches in around ten minutes each.
And that`s when the real hype began. Dabura came out first, silently, without so much as a smirk when he entered the ring. Then came the pyrotechnics and the blaring of hard rock music that was about seven years out of date with the mainstream, ending with a loud roar as Hercule Satan, the Champion of the World, walking out of the lounge, hands in the air waving victory signs to all in the crowd.
Videl rolled her eyes. She hoped Hercule would lose this match. Badly.
"You`re goin` down Dab`ra!" Hercule threatened menacingly, posing for a moment and then jumping into the ring, his long, white cape flowing behind him. Dabura looked amused.
"Yeah!"
The announcer finally introduced the two. "We`re in for what may very well be one heck of a show, ladies and gentlemen, Hercule Satan proved conclusively that he is the man at the last Tenkaichi, and he may very well do it all over again here, becoming the first champion since the era of the Tao Battles between the great masters Kame and Tsuru to hold the title for more than one tournament. And I don`t need to tell you just who it was that saved us all from Cell, now, do I?!" He asked, calling out as the crowd screamed in approval.
"As for Dabura, the most way know about him is that he blew up the punching machine and hasn`t got any past at these tournaments, he`s dressed to kill and looks mean enough to do it. Do you think Satan can win?" The announcer asked. The crowd roared a loud 'yes' in response. "They call this idiot Satan? How did my cousin ever let his name be used by pathetic scum like this?" Dabura asked himself.
So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don't have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
"I`m the man! I beat Cell and now, I`m gonna beat you!" Hercule threatened, pointing his finger at Dabura and howling. "Sure you did," Dabura calmly replied in a hushed tone. "Then let us begin, O Great Warrior," he stated sarcastically, throwing his cape back and standing at the ready as he began to focus ki into his hand. Hercule tossed off his cloak to the ground and ran forward only to slam facefirst against a wall of air, flying back as Dabura ran around him and jumped up, lashing out with his leg across the back of the champion and sending him forward through the air.
Sounding like the only hip hop you've heard is top 40
And your record companies completely miss it
And all the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can't hack it, react with whack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked a fabulous battle catalyst
Hercule stopped. Abruptly. A pink-red hand laid across his stomach as Dabura growled, sending a few thousand volts of electricity into Mister Satan`s body and then letting him fall to his knees in pain. The next second brought the crowd to the biggest shock of their lives as they heard a resounding crack, a spurt of blood and the sound of Mister Satan falling onto his side with a broken jaw.
Videl was beginning to realize just how bad this was becoming, and Gohan was a bit surprised as well. Hercule tried to get to his feet but another spurt of blood and he was down again, one of his ears busted from a hard slap.
"Is this the best you can do?" Dabura taunted, wheeling back and kicking Hercule hard in the shoulder only to reappear behind him and swat him into the arena floor, leaving a Satan-sized imprint in the ring before Dabura yanked him back up by his afro haircut and threw him straight up.
Hercule landed with a hard crack, that of his shoulder breaking. He was unconcious now, but Dabura wasn`t done. The announcer couldn`t even speak as Dabura threw a light ki blast into the champ, throwing him up into the air and landing with a disgusting thump on the ground.
Videl got to her feet and was about to rush to her father`s aid when Piccolo grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her back into her seat. "If he can`t do a damn thing, neither can you," Piccolo summarized bluntly. Videl teared up and watched the abuse continue.
Hercule let out a vile scream as Dabura viciously kicked him in the stomach, causing a good bit of internal bleeding to occur. "Come on!" Dabura chided further, reaching down and grabbing up the champion with a smile, throwing him across the 50 square yard wide ring with a skid and roll. Hercule lay on the edge of the ring now, almost looking as though he was trying to roll out to save himself from further abuse. Dabura wouldn`t allow that though, he reappeared and grabbed the champ by his shoulders, lifting him up and throwing him back into the center of the ring.
Gohan grimaced and looked around. Krillin looked smug, Trunks looked a bit disgusted and Zangya and Eighteen weren`t even paying attention. "Come on," he thought. "Just throw him out of the ring already," Gohan demanded with a whisper as Dabura slammed Hercule again.
How the champ was even alive right now, let alone concious, was anybody`s guess, and Dabura continued the abuse a second later with another slap on the side of the face. Hercule`s head oozed blood and he stopped moving for the time being as Dabura picked him up by his hair and held him, raining in punch after slow, agonizing punch into his stomach.
The people had about had enough, they were on the verge of throwing things. "... I guess I`ll have to then," Gohan thought, igniting an aura of silver tinged gray around himself and rocketing forward. Almost too fast for the human eye to percieve, he came closer and closer to Dabura, until it was at almost point blank, and then...
It's taken decades for MC's to establish this
You're new to hip hop, and welcome if you're serious
But not on the mic, leave that to the experience
Dabura cried out as his cheek turned purple from a bruise, leaving the ring with a clump of Hercule`s hair in one hand and smacking hard into the wall whilst Gohan looped an arm around Hercule`s side and lowered him down into the ring. The announcer stared briefly and spoke a few seconds later.
"Despite his extremely unwarranted brutality in this match, Dabura is going on due to outside interference, thank Dende," he stated with obvious contempt, running into the ring with a few paramedics not too far behind. Dabura emerged with a feral growl as he levitated into the ring, staring at the boy who`d dared to strike him, the boy who showed absolutely no fear and yet no stupidity in staring him down. The paramedics gently began to tend to Mister Satan as the two locked eyes.
"You`re going to pay for that," Dabura threatened snidely. "Make me," Gohan retored hotly, catching the trickle of blood from the bruise he`d caused. "I am the Demon King boy, I fear no mortal," Dabura growled. "Then you should really learn to," Gohan replied without a single ounce of hesitation. Dabura sneered and walked by him, down the steps and into the lounge, being mostly avoided by the 'regular' fighters as he did so.
"Do you know if he`ll be alright?" Gohan asked, looking over at one of the paramedics as they loaded Hercule onto the stretcher. The medic shook his head. "Too soon to tell, son. Good job though, he might be dead right now if not for you," he replied as they carted off the still unconcious Hercule Satan, champion no more.
Up in the stands, Videl had pretty much vanished from sight, darting towards the fighters` lounge as fast as her legs could carry her while Gohan walked to Krillin and told him to give Hercule a Senzu. "... And exactly why do you want to give that jack-ass a Senzu Bean?" Krillin asked cynically. Gohan frowned. "Because if he doesn`t get one, he`ll die," he replied. "And that`s bad how?"
"Videl will be an orphan," Gohan responded calmly. Krillin frowned. "Hopeless. Just like his dad," he thought. "Alright, I`ll give `im a damn bean during your match," Krillin stated.
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you everytime like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step step up step step up
"Thanks Krillin, I owe ya one," Gohan replied with a smile. "Technically you owe me eight, but I`m not gonna bother bringing them all up," the shorter of the pair replied while walking towards the lounge`s exit and heading for the infirmary. Gohan shot a glare over to Dabura, who calmly spoke without looking at him directly.
"Step up, mortal," Dabura commented with a grin. "If you dare."
"Oh I`ll step up alright," Gohan vowed in thought. "If Trunks doesn`t beat the stuffing out of you, I certainly will," he added. "You can count on it."
End Part Three
Author`s Note: Heh... Hope you liked this one. As to if you`re wondering why I included the Yamu-Killa fight... Well, I felt a need to disprove the fact that people tend to characterize ANY non-main character(even the poor guys like Yamcha) as utter weaklings. Someone had to do it...
And as for the 'what' chants, well... Hercule`s a wrestler, I`m a former wrestling fan so heck, why not >.>;
The Sh33p
Disclaimer: 1 d0 n07 03n Dr4g0nb411 2, k4y?
Hybrid Theory Redux
Step Up
People were still reeling from the earlier victory of a boy who couldn`t even claim to have lived into his early teens yet over a newcomer who looked set to take the gold at this year`s tournament, not to mention the arena rocking miniature war that had occured in the match prior to that when the announcer walked out, followed by the two paramedics who efficiently scraped Spopovitch`s body out of it`s Spopovitch-sized crater in the arena wall, obviously a bit shaken by the day`s events so far but managing to contain his obvious excitement.
"And now, our next match will pit a finalist in the last tournament, Jewel, against a two time quarter finalist and a one time semi-finalist, as well as a former champion of the North, and West Budoukais, Krillin!" He called out, giving off a list of either fighter`s attributes. "Jewel showed strong in the last tournament, coming close to knocking out Hercule three times in one of the longest, most brutal matches since the reign of Son Goku, losing only when Hercule expertly dodged his unique variant of the body scissors kick and delivered a patented Satan Kick into the throat while still in mid-air, hurling Jewel from the ring. Krillin on the other hand, came into the Tenkaichi Budoukai at the age of 13, at the time the second youngest competitor ever to grace the world stage, losing solely to the champion of the 21st Budoukai, Jackie Chun, and coming in as a strong quarter finalist in the two following tournaments. Up until the arrival of Son Gohan in this tournament, Krillin reigned in as the second youngest competitor of all time behind his best friend, the late, great Son Goku, who I`m told only failed to show at the last Budoukai due to his untimely demise as the result of a heart disease," the announcer explained, even as most of the fighters who knew him, and a small crowd in the audience, in particular a woman in her middle ages, a boy who`d shocked the world and a Namekian warrior, all bowed their heads in respect.
Krillin sighed somewhat as Jewel walked up to him and spoke. "How`s a noseless shrimp like you going to take on a beautiful warrior like me? Just give up!" He taunted. Krillin sneered at him and spoke in an especially threatening voice, eyes narrowing as he did so. "I may not be a good looker, but at least no one`s gonna be confusing me for a girl anytime soon," he replied snidely, rubbing it in a few seconds later. "Why do you think I came in as a finalist and a semi-finalist three times, prettyboy?" He asked, not bothering to answer as he walked out of the lounge leaving behind a fairly irate Jewel.
"And here comes Krillin, looking somewhat somber at the mo-" The announcer stopped as Krillin walked up to him and tapped his midsection. "Mind givin` a moment of silence for Goku?" He asked. "With pleasure," the announcer nodded back before looking back to the crowds. "As a request from Krillin, I`m going to ask all of you for a moment of silence in the memory of Son Goku," the announcer asked. The crowd was a bit in surprise but they did as asked. A rare smirk graced Piccolo`s face as he bowed his head again, earning a raised eyebrow from Videl.
It was a blessing that Hercule wasn`t present, he`d have probably caused the loudest roar in history just to get some attention.
"... And on with the match," the announcer stated, looking for Jewel. The blonde fighter came darting out of the fighter`s lounge at Krillin, who already stood waiting for him. "I`ll kill you, you little runt!" Jewel yelled out, jumping into the air with a corkscrewing flip and coming down at Krillin...
Only to land on the surface of the ring in a crouch. Krillin had dodged to the side at the last second, his right foot coming out in a straight line and hitting Jewel in the right knee, causing him to fall into Krillin`s direction, only to slam into Krillin`s elbow, then his forearm, causing him to corkscrew in every direction while flying out of the ring and crashing into the ground, bouncing off and landing with a roll into the stands, where he seemed to fall in reverse up the steps and come to a halt at the mid-row, unconcious, missing at least a few of his teeth, with a broken nose and a shattered cheekbone, eyes rolling around independantly of one another.
Needless to say, the token bishounen was seeing stars.
"As if we needed to be reminded why Krillin is almost as legendary as Goku himself anymore than we already were! Give him a hand folks!" The announcer called out as Krillin raised his hand in a V-for-victory kind of sign, exiting the ring with a happy little smirk.
Watch as the road rocks
Men only moon walk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box
And that`s when it all went down as it shouldn`t have. Hercule jumped out of the lounge area, managing to somehow cause Krillin to falter back, but not fall over while he ran for the announcer and grabbed the microphone. He hopped into the ring and began to speak...
Verbal violence, lyrical stylists
In a time when rock-hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tell me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility you're killing me
"Yeah!" Hercule called out. "Do you people wanna see some real fighting?!" He asked. The crowd was silent. Hercule cleared his throat. "Hello?!" He demanded as the announcer walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, pointing over at Jewel. "That little short guy did that," he stated nonchalantly. Hercule`s jaw dropped and his eyes seemed to bug out momentarily before he got his 'courage' back and spoke up, noticing the crowd was finally paying attention to him.
Krillin just broke into a snickering fit though, falling over and clutching his side in laughter.
"You people wanna see some real action?!" Hercule asked. The crowd cheered, a few people booed but nobody could really hear them. "You know what?" He asked the crowd, who replied with a blaringly loud chant of the word 'what' in reply. "How many people know I`m gonna beat the blue snot outta Dab`ra?!" He asked. The crowd responded with the same 'what' chant. "How many people here know I`m gonna beat him like I beat Cell and that big ugly alien, Bojack!?" Another 'what' chant.
"How many people here know I`m the single greatest martial artist of all time?!" The crowd replied finally with a 'we do! Hercule rules!' chant, occasionally broken by a chanting of 'Satan' so loud that it caused Piccolo to contemplate blowing out his own ear drums to silence it.
Dabura finally broke from his stance, walking to the door of the lounge and glaring at Mister Satan with a sneer. Nobody noticed him, and he soon walked back inside, intent on especially humiliating his foe to no ends when the time came.
"I`m going to enjoy breaking every bone in that idiot`s body," he thought angrily, propping himself against a wall once more.
The announcer calmly yawned and grabbed the microphone from Mister Satan, sounding clearly unenthused in his plugging of the champion`s abilities. "Yeah... That`s our champ. Hercule Satan, clearly the most vocal champion in tournament history," he grumbled out. "Do these people not remember the freaking nuclear war we just had here?" He asked himself while ushering Hercule out, much to his cries of 'I`m the champ!'
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard it somewhere you were getting help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if someone else writes your lines
Rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
"Okay, moving along... Out next match pits newcomer... Number Eighteen... Is that your real name?" He asked, looking into the fighter`s lounge at the casually dressed blonde woman with the big, blue eyes that seemed so harsh to look at, yet at the same time oddly beautiful. She nodded a yes and he gave off a shrug in reply before speaking again.
"As I was saying, the next match pits newcomer Number Eighteen against a former quarter finalist in Puntar, who`s shown to be a remarkably agile fighter for a big man in his last showing at the tournament, losing only when his opponent, the man Jewel beat to make it into the finals, grabbed him by the hair and judo tossed him out of the ring and onto his belly. Puntar is heavily favored to win the tournament this year, but Number Eighteen is good friends with an earlier competitor, Zangya, and has claimed to have fought and on at least one occasion, defeated Ma Junior, and is one of the first two women since Lanfan to have made it into the Tenkaichi Budoukai, so we can only guess what to expect of her as far as this tournament is going to go..."
Puntar came out first, doing every 'Big Man Pose' in the book along the way, right down to waving his hand to his ear for the audience to cheer into, while Eighteen just walked around him and made her way into the ring.
"Alright... And... Fight!" The announcer yelled out. Puntar laughed and charged at Eighteen, breaking into a quick rolling attack as if he was going to simply run over her. Eighteen stood her ground.
Puntar came closer.
Eighteen stood her ground.
Puntar was less than a fought from Eighteen when a bright flash let up his back and he slammed into some invisible barrier, sliding down to an awkward position on his neck and getting up. He turned around, through a hard backhanded blow at Eighteen`s cheek, only to find his hand slapping against what felt like a steel wall, unyielding. He looked at this and spotted that his gigantic arm, capable of sheering a small car in half with one blow, had been caught by Number Eighteen`s middle finger. She smirked.
"Uh oh," Puntar muttered, only to find himself airborn before crashing through the roof of an office building a half a second later, twelve blocks from the spot he had been standing in less than a second and a half earlier. Eighteen still hovered in the pose where she`d jumped up and uppercut Puntar in the chin, lowering down and touching onto the ground before walking into the lounge with her hands in her pockets.
The announcer blinked. "Eighteen wins," he mumbled out before looking at his card. "Okay... Next match will be Yamu against Killa!"
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But now they're getting readily mixed and matched up
Well after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up, none of it's real
You wanna be an MC, you gotta study the skill
"What kind of people are you guys?" Videl asked. Piccolo looked at her with a shrug. "We`re strong." He replied, looking to the ring with little interest as Killa and Yamu walked out. They dressed somewhat alike, both wearing military styled clothing, though Killa wore shorts, a muscle shirt, boots and wrappings over his hands while Yamu wore only boots and a pair of fatigues, nothing else.
"Let the match begin!"
"How can a scrawny woman like that Eighteen girl knock out a seven foot tall, five hundred pound man with one hit without even trying?" Videl asked. Piccolo looked sideways at her. "We`re strong," he answered again. "That doesn`t explain it," Videl grumbled. "Yes, it does," Piccolo replied. Videl glared at him, he didn`t even respond.
In the ring, things weren`t as epic, nor as violent as they had been in the first match, or as quick as the three after it, but things were certainly pretty drama filled in their own right. Yamu was more agile, Killa had strength to balance it out. Yamu ducked one of Killa`s rare kicks, Killa immediately went into a crouch with his momentum, wheeling around on one foot and trying to swing out Yamu`s legs, though the other just hopped up and landed on his hands and knees, quickly readjusting his positioning and kneeing Killa in the face.
Killa rolled away as Yamu ran at him, coming up with an uppercut that sent the other flying a few feet into the air and landing on his back with a bloody mouth. Yamu was swift in getting to his feet, dodging Killa`s arm and smashing his first into the other`s stomach, drawing away and elbowing Killa in the back of the head. The contest took a decidedly brutal turn as Yamu jumped up with a spin, cracking his leg across the side of Killa`s face and sending the other done with blood trickling from his face.
Killa was slow to his feet and Yamu took advantage, hopping backwards and then running forward with a roll, scissoring Yamu face first into the ring floor and then flipping him onto his back while drawing away, getting to his feet and dropping an elbow into the other`s stomach.
Killa laid there as Yamu got to his feet. "And it looks like Yamu is going to win this..." The announcer stated only to be corrected as Yamu left the ground from a rising tackle-into-a-bearhug, heaving Yamu up onto his shoulder and then slamming him down into the ring. Yamu let out an agonized yelp and lay there as Killa bounced off of him and to his knees, handstanding for a moment before crashing his shins into the other`s chest and rolling with the momentum onto his feet, only to fall sideways and land his elbow into Yamu`s stomach before rolling to his knees and brutally raining his fists into Yamu`s face.
A few seconds later, it seemed to be over. Killa got to his feet and staggered back a bit, walking towards the announcer somewhat and speaking. "Makuhthuh account," he said in that oddball way he spoke, a result of one too many blows to the head during his kickboxing career.
"This is about as exciting as watching paint dry," Krillin mumbled unenthusiastically as the count began.
At about the count of five, he stopped. Killa raised an eyebrow and turned around, ducking a furious spin kick and turning around with a good speed for someone so weak compared to even an old pro like Master Roshi, his left arm shooting out and striking the bloodied Yamu right in the cheek. The other spun sideways to his knees, finding the other`s large arms wrapped around his throat in a traditional sleeper hold.
Yamu cursed loudly and struggled up to his feet, wrapping his arms around the back of Killa`s head and pushing his body back as much as he could manage. Killa staggered back a bit and then found himself holding onto a now upside down, soon handstanding Yamu, who balanced on his hands while perched on Killa`s shoulders, raining down with his knees into the other`s shoulder blades while tumbling back, hands wrapping around Killa`s jaw while the kickboxer flipped over onto his belly in a most painful sort of way.
"And this is slowly turning into an all out brawl," the announcer exclaimed, looking over the two bloody looking fighters with little actual astonishment but making it seem the opposite. Killa was on his feet with a second wind by now, but Yamu dodged the attempt of an uppercut, and soon Killa found himself on the recieving end of a knee into the stomach, a forearm crashing into the side of his face and sending him bent forward and to the side somewhat. An elbow into his back sent him to the ground in a heap. Yamu screamed and wheeled back, kicking Killa in the side and sending him onto his stomach. Yamu stomped Killa`s stomach repeatedly.
"Wow, this is a bit extreme compared to most matches," the announcer thought, hearing Killa scream with each stomp before Yamu grabbed him from the ring floor by the sides of his head and roughly threw him over and into the air. Killa landed with a skid and rolling out of the way, hopping to one knee and bringing his entire arm down into the back of Yamu`s head and body, grabbing his wrist in the process and driving the other face first into the ring floor. Yamu looked unconcious, but he had also looked unconcious last time Killa had him down, and Killa didn`t like repeating mistakes. With supreme effort, he walked in front of the still unmoving Yamu and bent down, grabbing him around the midsection and lifting him up into something of a flip up to one shoulder before running forward.
With a yell, Killa jumped and used one arm to throw Yamu into the ring floor, skidding to a stop and clutching fists together before falling forward to his knees and slamming them into Yamu`s collar. The other screamed and reached up, grabbing Killa by the sides of the head and yanking him down while sitting up. It was Killa`s turn to taste the cement tiling, impacting with enough force to crack the tile his forehead smacked into and then falling onto his side from Yamu`s shoulder, face bloodied, nose broken and a red mark in the cracked tile that had caused the damage.
Yamu got to his feet only to fall back down again as the ten count began.
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Bring it to you everytime like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step step up step step up
Ten seconds later it was over, a draw, meaning the next match would by-pass it`s winner straight into the semi-finals. "It`s over folks, let`s give these guys a hand. They didn`t level half the ring but that`s going down in Budoukai history as one of the most brutal fights ever!" The announcer called out as paramedics carried out the two fighters, much to the gratitude of those in the lounge. They all wanted to fight. Two down just meant less competition for those who went on to the quarters.
The crowds cheered and the tournament continued.
"Next up is a Trunks Mirai, a first time competitor in these tournaments. The ladies are sure to love him and the guys will just have to cheer, let`s give it up!" The announcer called out as the elder version of Trunks calmly walked to the ring, waving to the masses without any real hesitation to his movements. "And his opponent is the great Mighty Mask!" The crowds continued cheering for Trunks, mainly the women, while Mighty Mask shuffled into the ring and stared. "Let the match be-" Mighty Mask flew out of the ring and smacked into a wall. "Nevermind," the announcer mumbled as Trunks walked back out of the ring.
The next matches went by over the course of a half an hour, three men, Sied, Turpin and a strange looking man with a leather fetish calling himself Ether, all won their respective matches in around ten minutes each.
And that`s when the real hype began. Dabura came out first, silently, without so much as a smirk when he entered the ring. Then came the pyrotechnics and the blaring of hard rock music that was about seven years out of date with the mainstream, ending with a loud roar as Hercule Satan, the Champion of the World, walking out of the lounge, hands in the air waving victory signs to all in the crowd.
Videl rolled her eyes. She hoped Hercule would lose this match. Badly.
"You`re goin` down Dab`ra!" Hercule threatened menacingly, posing for a moment and then jumping into the ring, his long, white cape flowing behind him. Dabura looked amused.
"Yeah!"
The announcer finally introduced the two. "We`re in for what may very well be one heck of a show, ladies and gentlemen, Hercule Satan proved conclusively that he is the man at the last Tenkaichi, and he may very well do it all over again here, becoming the first champion since the era of the Tao Battles between the great masters Kame and Tsuru to hold the title for more than one tournament. And I don`t need to tell you just who it was that saved us all from Cell, now, do I?!" He asked, calling out as the crowd screamed in approval.
"As for Dabura, the most way know about him is that he blew up the punching machine and hasn`t got any past at these tournaments, he`s dressed to kill and looks mean enough to do it. Do you think Satan can win?" The announcer asked. The crowd roared a loud 'yes' in response. "They call this idiot Satan? How did my cousin ever let his name be used by pathetic scum like this?" Dabura asked himself.
So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don't have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
"I`m the man! I beat Cell and now, I`m gonna beat you!" Hercule threatened, pointing his finger at Dabura and howling. "Sure you did," Dabura calmly replied in a hushed tone. "Then let us begin, O Great Warrior," he stated sarcastically, throwing his cape back and standing at the ready as he began to focus ki into his hand. Hercule tossed off his cloak to the ground and ran forward only to slam facefirst against a wall of air, flying back as Dabura ran around him and jumped up, lashing out with his leg across the back of the champion and sending him forward through the air.
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And your record companies completely miss it
And all the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can't hack it, react with whack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked a fabulous battle catalyst
Hercule stopped. Abruptly. A pink-red hand laid across his stomach as Dabura growled, sending a few thousand volts of electricity into Mister Satan`s body and then letting him fall to his knees in pain. The next second brought the crowd to the biggest shock of their lives as they heard a resounding crack, a spurt of blood and the sound of Mister Satan falling onto his side with a broken jaw.
Videl was beginning to realize just how bad this was becoming, and Gohan was a bit surprised as well. Hercule tried to get to his feet but another spurt of blood and he was down again, one of his ears busted from a hard slap.
"Is this the best you can do?" Dabura taunted, wheeling back and kicking Hercule hard in the shoulder only to reappear behind him and swat him into the arena floor, leaving a Satan-sized imprint in the ring before Dabura yanked him back up by his afro haircut and threw him straight up.
Hercule landed with a hard crack, that of his shoulder breaking. He was unconcious now, but Dabura wasn`t done. The announcer couldn`t even speak as Dabura threw a light ki blast into the champ, throwing him up into the air and landing with a disgusting thump on the ground.
Videl got to her feet and was about to rush to her father`s aid when Piccolo grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her back into her seat. "If he can`t do a damn thing, neither can you," Piccolo summarized bluntly. Videl teared up and watched the abuse continue.
Hercule let out a vile scream as Dabura viciously kicked him in the stomach, causing a good bit of internal bleeding to occur. "Come on!" Dabura chided further, reaching down and grabbing up the champion with a smile, throwing him across the 50 square yard wide ring with a skid and roll. Hercule lay on the edge of the ring now, almost looking as though he was trying to roll out to save himself from further abuse. Dabura wouldn`t allow that though, he reappeared and grabbed the champ by his shoulders, lifting him up and throwing him back into the center of the ring.
Gohan grimaced and looked around. Krillin looked smug, Trunks looked a bit disgusted and Zangya and Eighteen weren`t even paying attention. "Come on," he thought. "Just throw him out of the ring already," Gohan demanded with a whisper as Dabura slammed Hercule again.
How the champ was even alive right now, let alone concious, was anybody`s guess, and Dabura continued the abuse a second later with another slap on the side of the face. Hercule`s head oozed blood and he stopped moving for the time being as Dabura picked him up by his hair and held him, raining in punch after slow, agonizing punch into his stomach.
The people had about had enough, they were on the verge of throwing things. "... I guess I`ll have to then," Gohan thought, igniting an aura of silver tinged gray around himself and rocketing forward. Almost too fast for the human eye to percieve, he came closer and closer to Dabura, until it was at almost point blank, and then...
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You're new to hip hop, and welcome if you're serious
But not on the mic, leave that to the experience
Dabura cried out as his cheek turned purple from a bruise, leaving the ring with a clump of Hercule`s hair in one hand and smacking hard into the wall whilst Gohan looped an arm around Hercule`s side and lowered him down into the ring. The announcer stared briefly and spoke a few seconds later.
"Despite his extremely unwarranted brutality in this match, Dabura is going on due to outside interference, thank Dende," he stated with obvious contempt, running into the ring with a few paramedics not too far behind. Dabura emerged with a feral growl as he levitated into the ring, staring at the boy who`d dared to strike him, the boy who showed absolutely no fear and yet no stupidity in staring him down. The paramedics gently began to tend to Mister Satan as the two locked eyes.
"You`re going to pay for that," Dabura threatened snidely. "Make me," Gohan retored hotly, catching the trickle of blood from the bruise he`d caused. "I am the Demon King boy, I fear no mortal," Dabura growled. "Then you should really learn to," Gohan replied without a single ounce of hesitation. Dabura sneered and walked by him, down the steps and into the lounge, being mostly avoided by the 'regular' fighters as he did so.
"Do you know if he`ll be alright?" Gohan asked, looking over at one of the paramedics as they loaded Hercule onto the stretcher. The medic shook his head. "Too soon to tell, son. Good job though, he might be dead right now if not for you," he replied as they carted off the still unconcious Hercule Satan, champion no more.
Up in the stands, Videl had pretty much vanished from sight, darting towards the fighters` lounge as fast as her legs could carry her while Gohan walked to Krillin and told him to give Hercule a Senzu. "... And exactly why do you want to give that jack-ass a Senzu Bean?" Krillin asked cynically. Gohan frowned. "Because if he doesn`t get one, he`ll die," he replied. "And that`s bad how?"
"Videl will be an orphan," Gohan responded calmly. Krillin frowned. "Hopeless. Just like his dad," he thought. "Alright, I`ll give `im a damn bean during your match," Krillin stated.
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Bring it to you everytime like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
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"Thanks Krillin, I owe ya one," Gohan replied with a smile. "Technically you owe me eight, but I`m not gonna bother bringing them all up," the shorter of the pair replied while walking towards the lounge`s exit and heading for the infirmary. Gohan shot a glare over to Dabura, who calmly spoke without looking at him directly.
"Step up, mortal," Dabura commented with a grin. "If you dare."
"Oh I`ll step up alright," Gohan vowed in thought. "If Trunks doesn`t beat the stuffing out of you, I certainly will," he added. "You can count on it."
Author`s Note: Heh... Hope you liked this one. As to if you`re wondering why I included the Yamu-Killa fight... Well, I felt a need to disprove the fact that people tend to characterize ANY non-main character(even the poor guys like Yamcha) as utter weaklings. Someone had to do it...
And as for the 'what' chants, well... Hercule`s a wrestler, I`m a former wrestling fan so heck, why not >.>;
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