>>693636
>>>C. "No thanks, I think I'll just walk."
Do a thinking-walk. Come to grips with our new reality, gain a new perspective and use it to increase our inner strength.

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>>693644

Going with this if there aren't any more votes soon.

>>693644
Sounds good

>>693660
Maybe walking means a random encounter which can distract us from our red-pill knowledge - punch them till we feel better.

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Updates feel like they're slow-going for me today. Sorry Anons.
>>693644
>>693671

"No thanks, I think I'll just walk."

Jean looks at you with a face that suggests that you insulted him by saying that, but doesn't say anything.

"What? I brought my extra set of clothes with me so these won't get trashed... and I always feel good being out in the wilderness like this" you explain with a shrug of your shoulders.

Jean nods, then lets his hand rest on your shoulder. "If you need me, just give me a call alright?"

You nod, Jean's Blue eyes oddly piercing & welcoming at the same time before he turns on his heels and walks back up the steps, a small army of PAs probably feeding him information about what the rest of his gargantuan business empire is doing.

"Well shit, guess I better get a move on. It'll be dark in a few hours." You start following a long, brick-laden driveway that leads to an imposing set of gates, the security guards opening them up with a loud, thundering mechanical sound "Fuck me, they sound like the gates of hell." You give a quick nod to each of them, then start to head due South, tears streaming down your cheeks. You flip on a pair of cheap sunglasses you bought at the mall in East Side Park and just... Well, not exactly think, but let the weight that was on your shoulders from all of the hazy parts of your past re-adjust to sit squarely on your head with each passing step, Jean's words about how your memories are "The ones your parents wanted you to have" haunting you.

"Well, I'm 25 now... Or at least I think I am." You pause at that thought and nearly stop in your tracks as that idea runs wild in your mind. "Goddamn it, what's fucking real in my life and what's fake? Did I just wake up some day with all of this shit built in and... Fuck, that's right, I did."

You find a wooded area to change your clothes in and in record time are out of the stuff you bought at the mall and into your rank-as-all-hell jeans, T-Shirt & boots, your bag being clutched hard next to your hip almost like a newborn baby's basket... Then take off your sunglasses to wipe your eyes clean and are taken back by the sounds you hear of nature all around you. How odd that a "Girl from Antarctica" like yourself is so attached to nature when you are anything but of god's green earth... "Well, I fucking hated where my life was going anyway... And I feel like I'm getting too old for the shit I put up with."

There's a good thought in there somewhere in your mind, so you hold it and feel the tears start to dry up. But there's something missing; Like the revelation isn't grand enough for your ego to accept...

>A. "I need to be friendlier, more open... No, actually be the open person I pretend to be."

>B. "I need... I need to be in the shadows, alone..."

>C. Check out what that sound is from just a little ways away; Sounds like a fight or something...

>D. Write-In Vote

>>693719
>>C. Check out what that sound is from just a little ways away; Sounds like a fight or something...

>>693719
>>C. Check out what that sound is from just a little ways away; Sounds like a fight or something...

>>693719
>C. Check out what that sound is from just a little ways away; Sounds like a fight or something...
They artificially shoved their moral code, experiences, thoughts and values into our brain... why would we be bound to them? We're free now. We're a Posthuman, better than they are...

We should submit others, make them our henchmen, create our own world. There's a fight nearby? Smash them all and show them our New Me.

---
Updates every 1hour work for me, seems appropriate for slow-moving board and few responses.

We better throw out our "personal treasures", reminders of our old ties...

Evil Katja is Born!

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>>693737

"Just According to Keikaku" ~ Anonymous
[Translators' Note: "Keikaku" means "Plan"]

>>693726
>>693733
>>693735

>Meanwhile

Jean-Claude Gabriel

"I want that bitch tracked & followed immediately. If she so much as takes a bowel movement in the woods, I want a report on it."
Just as you were about to have a life-changing moment of clarity, you hear what sounds like a gunshot out in the distance... Until it gets louder and louder, reminding you of something from far-off in your mind and making you wonder if it's some kind of tree-clearing bulldozer or truck or something, then stop when you realize what it is. "Hang on... That's the sound Ki rippling through the ground."

You roll off to one side expecting a ground-skimming projectile to fly past you, but none arrives, though you hear the birds chattering and see some small animals running away from whatever it was that caused the commotion. "From the east? OK."

You follow the retreating critters and find yourself near the cause of all of the commotion, the sound of somebody doing training drills/Katas. "I think I'll wait for a sec before I head out and great the poor bastard." You get your body loose with a little bit of your stretches, Ki unlike anything you've ever felt before starting to flow through you before you hear the guy(?) on the other side of the brush stop and start to breathe heavily. You close your eyes and take a bracing breath of your own, thoughts of betrayal and imagery of your burning all of your fake mementos and things reminding your of your "Not-Parents", then emerge from the other side of a Blackberry bush into a clearing to find that your opponent is...?

>A. An Undefeated Kung-Fu Master in a Qipao.

>B. Some smelly-looking old bum in a stained & ripped Karate Gi, flies surrounding him.

>C. Some dude that looked like he stepped off the set of "Crazy Carl 2: Legend of Lighting Colosseum".

>D. A Kickboxer with goofy hair & too-short shorts whaling on a heavybag dressed up like an Aikido grand master.

>E. Roll 1d100 and suggest an opponent (Pictures preferable). Highest roll wins.

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>>693778

I fucked that up hard, goddamn it.

===

>Meanwhile...

Jean-Claude Gabriel sat in his office, cool as a cucumber to the untrained eye. On the inside, however, he was seething. "A tough nut to crack, that one... Just like her mother. Ah well, can't win them all... But it's a good start"

Jean hit the intercom link on his desk and the vision of his long-suffering butler appeared before him. "Yes, sir?"

"I want that bitch tracked & followed immediately. If she so much as takes a bowel movement in the woods, I want a report on it" Jean thundered, rage beyond his years in his voice.

"Very good sir."

===

>Elsewhere...

Fixed.

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>>693778

>>693735
>>693737
That's too try hard and what reason would she forsake everything she knows? Now, it can be truly hers and hers alone. I prefer a spunky Aussie with a bit of a chipped shoulder.
>>693778
>D. A Kickboxer with goofy hair & too-short shorts whaling on a heavy bag dressed up like an Aikido grandmaster
What a meanie
Fucking finally! I can post again!

>>693778
>A. An Undefeated Kung-Fu Master in a Qipao.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>693803

>>693778
>>D. A Kickboxer with goofy hair & too-short shorts whaling on a heavybag dressed up like an Aikido grand master.
Oh hey there Joe. Stop trying you'll never beat Geese.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>693778
>A. An Undefeated Kung-Fu Master in a Qipao.
He won't be undeafeated after we're done with him!
>>693805
>reason would she forsake everything she knows
Because she's unsure which thoughts are hers and which ones are created by someone else. Sith ´Katja!

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>TFW I literally had to input 20 captchas to post this.

>>693805
>>693807
>>693832
>>693837

Wellp, it's T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time!

Link back to this post ASAP with your vote. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.

>Pic Unrelated

>>693857
>>>D. A Kickboxer with goofy hair & too-short shorts whaling on a heavybag dressed up like an Aikido grand master.
>Oh hey there Joe. Stop trying you'll never beat Geese.

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>>693857
>>693807
Undefeated Kung Fu Master in a Qipao? I wonder who that could be...

>>693857
>>693805

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>>693866
>>693867

"A Kickboxer with goofy hair & too-short shorts? OK then." You spot a heavy-bag dressed up like an Aikido grandmaster hanging from a sturdy branch of a huge Redwood Tree off to your right and take a good look at the guy in front of you; Kind of lean, but definitely strong and capable of being something like The King of Fighters... Also, his shorts don't leave much to the imagination and it makes you briefly ponder why nobody gets down on guys wearing next-to-nothing in fighting tournaments.

"Huh, and what's this? A cute girl to give me some company?" the guy asks, the leer he has just a touch uncomfortable to your eye. "Want an autograph? I happen to always carry some 8x10s in my bag..."

"Try anything and I'll break yer'bloody face, mate." "Maybe..."

"You got some muscle on you though... You fight?" The short-shorts guy asks.

"A little... Why, you wanna go?"

"Aw come on, do I really look like the kind of guy that hits girls for fun? Besides, no one alive can top me!" he roars before dropping to his knees and shouting "I'm the best damn kickboxing champion in the world!"

"And here I thought I was gonna meet somebody cool..." You drop your bag off to the side and start cracking your neck and shoulders, the Kickboxer giving you a funny look as he gets back up.

"You're not gonna take no for an answer, huh? Just like that one chick that keeps following Terry around..."

>A. "What can I say? I want to be in the next KOF and you look like a good little warm-up..."

>B. Roll 1d20 to eye him up and put the fear of your power in him; He doesn't seem to notice the Ki building up in you yet...(Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

[green>C. "A friendly sparring match would be nice... Feels like I've only gone up against Judokas & Karatekas lately."

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. "The name's Katherine Hart and I'm here t'kick yer arse mate."

>>693946
>C. "A friendly sparring match would be nice... Feels like I've only gone up against Judokas & Karatekas lately."
Needs more exp. with other fighting types.

>>693946
>>A. "What can I say? I want to be in the next KOF and you look like a good little warm-up..."

>>693946
C

>>693946
>C. "A friendly sparring match would be nice... Feels like I've only gone up against Judokas & Karatekas lately."

>>693946
>A. "What can I say? I want to be in the next KOF and you look like a good little warm-up..."
No normal human can best us. Posthuman Powah!! This warm-up includes a good trashing!

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>>693968
>>693997
>>693997

"I'dunno, A friendly sparring match would be nice... Feels like I've only gone up against Judokas & Karatekas lately" you fib while getting into a relaxed version of your "Old" stance.

New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3irPAEYbbHw

The kickboxer grins, then focused his full attention on you. You do the same and take a kind of experimental step to his right and noted that "Joe" (Or at least that's what you think the name on his shorts reads) did the same, the two of you circling each other, keeping the same distance between one another before "Joe" seemingly gets impatient.

He slammed one fist into the palm of his hand and then pointed at you while saying "Sakusaku ikuzei" ("Let's do this quickly!").

You couldn't help but snort at him for that remark. Frankly, you don't care one way or the other if this was over quickly or not; You chose to fight "Joe" because you've got a lot of internal baggage to clean out and his fighting style is unfamiliar to you. Your goal is improvement and advancement in more ways than one; Time is immaterial at this junction.

You don't respond to his little taunt right away, and it's good that you didn't because Joe rushes in with his knee out in a fast kick that you don't quite manage to avoid, the blow grazing you across the side of your pelvic bone. "Fuck, that might've hit right in the fanny if I wasn't more careful..."[/i[] You spin around and deal a backhanded smack to the side of Joe's head, startling the kick-boxer enough to get in a second punch before hopping backwards to chuck out a quick "Ko'ouken".

Joe easily blocks it though and jumps in over your second one with a jumping heel kick, though you easily break his follow-up attempt at a grab and hit him with a quick 'Right Straight/Left Hook/Strayacut" combination that knocks him on his ass, that dark feeling from "Karuta" rising up from within again.

"Not bad! Didn't take you for a Kyokugen chick... Ok, try this!" Joe yells before he seemed to deal an upper-cut punch to the air in front of him, but no sooner were you confused by this action than your confusion turned to horror when you realized that a miniature tornado was now heading straight for you.

>(Roll 3d20 with each vote)

>A. Roll past Joe's "Hurrican Upper" and get back on the offense; You want to rush him down with everything you've got and then some.

>B. Stand your ground and defend against Joe's rapid-fire attacks to bait him to come closer so you can pick apart piece by piece.

>C. Try to spam the crap out of your projectiles and keep Joe from getting close to you. That tornado thing doesn't look like it can travel too far.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Give in to the urges you're starting to feel and take this fuckhead down quickly & ruthlessly.

Rolled 8, 1, 19 = 28 (3d20)

>>694130
>>A. Roll past Joe's "Hurrican Upper" and get back on the offense; You want to rush him down with everything you've got and then some.

Rolled 5, 9, 17 = 31 (3d20)

>>694130
>>A. Roll past Joe's "Hurrican Upper" and get back on the offense; You want to rush him down with everything you've got and then some.

Rolled 18, 3, 8 = 29 (3d20)

>>694130
>B. Stand your ground and defend against Joe's rapid-fire attacks to bait him to come closer so you can pick apart piece by piece.

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>>694147
>>694135

"Holy shit!" You quickly throw your arms up to attempt to block the on-coming natural disaster, but fake the block and try roll past the incoming tornado. Unfortunately, it clips you right as you get up out of the roll and knocks you backwards against the Berry Bushes, a brief thought of possibly being crushed under the air pressure flashing through your mind. But no sooner had this occurred to you than the domestic tornado was gone in an instant, like dust in the wind.

"Hurricane my ass, that was nothing." You gaze across the clearing back at Joe, who's posturing like a peacock at you.

"You like that?" The Thai boxer shouted, probably thinking that you were going to give up after seeing that display of power.

"Yeah. Now let me show you somethin'."

You steady yourself, then run in on Joe and hit him with the Hien Shippu Kyaku, Joe rolling back to his feet only to get clipped by a stronger "Strayacut", a bright bolt of electricity trailing your fists and a "Buzzing" sensation in your arms.

"Whoa... Feels totally different now." You stop to admire the sensation of the electricity-infused Ki in your arms, only to nearly get hit by Joe's get-up rising knee. You easily block it though and chuck him into the ground with a Ippon Seoinage. Joe quickly gets back yo his feet and blocked your short-range "Ko'uoken" and countered by landing a repeating combination of punches not unlike your take on Kyokugenryuu's "Zanretsuken", though you're able to back away when he pauses and tries to do some kind of overhead elbow and land your Ude-Hishigi-Juji-Gatame on him easily.

"Had enough?" you grunt as you wriggle around with him on the ground, kicking up dust.

"What, are you kiddin'? I could go all night!" he yells as he breaks out of your hold and rolled forward. You quickly got up to your feet and initially thought he was gonna go for an upper cut but the kick-boxer stopped short and instead of dealing a punch, lashed out with another kick, the heal of his foot catching you in the shoulder. It staggered you back long enough that he looked to land another throw, but once more you break out of it and hit him with a "Super Kick".

"Heh... You're pretty good" He said while getting back up and wiping a bit of blood from the side of his mouth. "I just might get my full work out today!"

"He must have bit the inside of his cheek... Or he's really all bark & no bite, because what the hell, he can't be that hurt this quickly...?"

>(Roll 3d20 with each vote)

>A. Go full-on and try to KO this clown with a "Desperation Move" (Please Specify from the movelist at the top of the page).

>B. Go on the defensive and let "Joe" come to you; You're fast enough to counter-hit him... right?

>C. Ask him again if he wants to keep going, then try to mix up offense & defense to keep "Joe" guessing.

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 8, 7, 12 = 27 (3d20)

>>694307
>>A. Go full-on and try to KO this clown with a "Desperation Move" (Please Specify from the movelist at the top of the page).

Stung gun stinger

Rolled 2, 13, 16 = 31 (3d20)

>>694307
>A. Go full-on and try to KO this clown with a "Desperation Move" (Please Specify from the movelist at the top of the page).

Rolled 5, 16, 4 = 25 (3d20)

>>694307
>>A. Go full-on and try to KO this clown with a "Desperation Move" (Please Specify from the movelist at the top of the page).

stun gun stinger

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Had an early dinner. Sorry for the delay Anons.

>>694319
>>694332
>>694405

You take a moment to readjust yourself and find that "Joe" has done a number on you; In fact, you have to stop yourself from shrieking out in pain when you feel a little "Off" trying to hit Joe with your own "Zanretsuken" punches, quickly missing a few hits before Joe finally grabbed and started landing knee shots up close to your stomach & chest. The last hit had enough force to knock you flat on your back and you scrambled to roll a few inches away from him before regaining your footing. Curiously, it was only after you were standing again that the Muay-Thai boxer continued his onslaught.

"So, he's a real sportsman after all huh? How nice of him." One thing's for sure, this "Joe Higashi" guy is wicked fast and strong to boot and though you're able to block the majority of the kick-boxer's punches, some were still getting through to your face, shoulders or collar-bone and the ones that didn't still hurt your forearms like no other when he blocked them. In your haste to get back up and look for the opening you need to end this fight, you allowed yourself to be backed into a corner (Specifically, the tree where Joe's heavybag was hanging) and now you had to get out of it.

"Fu~uck, where's the opening? ...THERE!" You drop to your knees and get out of the immediate line of punches, hearing a pleasing sound of Joe Higashi's fist colliding hard with the trunk of the tree followed by a tirade of cursing in Japanese. You rolled forward and pass between the kick-boxer's legs and come up behind him with a tap on the shoulder.

"Need a hand?" you ask before kicking him and landing "The Stun-Gun Stinger", Joe nearly knocking himself back into the tree.

You feel the sting of the pain in your body, the slight swelling on your knuckles & feet, the Ki rebbing & flowing within you... And yet, mentally, you still don't feel anything and fighting this guy could frankly be construed as a waste of time... Until you hear Joe wake up from his little "Nap".

"Oh damn... All the years I've been coming here to train and you're the first to give me a real challenge" he says, his voice sounding clearer as he uses the tree to get up.

"Yeah?" you reply, not really sounding all that interested.

Joe nods, looking like you did't do any damage to him at all as he heads towards you. "Now back in Thailand… Back there people know how to fight! I'd almost given-up on finding decent opponents out here in America outside of Terry & Andy."

"He's friends with the Bogard Brothers? ... Oh shit, he's THAT Joe Higashi? Holy crap."

>A. "Thanks... But, I got to get goin'."

>B. Shrug and start walking back to town. It's going to get dark soon.

>C. "You want me to buy you a drink or something back in South Town?"

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>694594
>>A. "Thanks... But, I got to get goin'."

>>694594
>>A. "Thanks... But, I got to get goin'."

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>>694610
>>694618

"... Nah, not my type." You turn around and simply say "Thanks... But, I got to get goin" before you head back through the woods.

"What, no names? No phone numbers?" Joe asks incredulously.

"I'm not ready to bring anybody on the path I'm walking" you reply without even turning around before making your way past the clearing and head through the underbrush of the expansive forest that makes up a lot of South Town's Northern areas. "I just hope I don't stumble on some hick's backwoods weed farm or meth lab or whatever the fuck normal people do out in the boonies..."

Fortunately for you, the walk through the trees is largely uneventful, though the aches & pains that your adrenaline masked during your fight with Joe are burning with pain by the time you stop in at a gas station on a lonely, lonesome highway.

You quietly slip into the unisex bathroom and change back into your clean clothes, the clerk at the counter barely noticing you walk by and ring the service bell. You buy a stick of gum to try and not look like a transient or something and catch yourself doing a double-take at how much money you've spent today. "Well shit... I've got to get my finances in order when I get back to the house."

You head back outside, the sun starting to set and giving everything an eerie, dusty glow as you check your phone for any messages. Curiously, no one's tried to call you, but your phone's almost dead and god knows how much money a cab could ring up getting you back home... Plus, who knows if your motorcycle is still in that back-alley in South Town and you still haven't gotten any word where your Porsche is...

>A. Grab some more stuff from the mini-mart at the gas station, then head back out onto the open road and hitch-hike home.

>B. Roll 1d20 to try and hide out in the second bathroom for the night. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>C. Call somebody up in your rolodex and see if they pick up?

>D. Write-In Vote.

>>694730
>C. Call somebody up in your rolodex and see if they pick up?
Can't hurt to try

>>694730
>>C. Call somebody up in your rolodex and see if they pick up?

>>694730
>C. Call somebody up in your rolodex and see if they pick up?

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>>694734
>>694738
>>694935

You unlock your phone's touch screen and take a look at the time, then begin to scroll through your contact list with one eye on your ever-decreasing battery and the other checking off the least-likely to drive out into the middle of bum-fuck nowhere to help you.

"I've relied too much on Kazahaya already and he's got connections to that Gabriel guy he's trying to hide... Ellie probably already told her dad about me ad what I might've done... Only other real numbers I have are from a job I haven't been working at in over a week or are a bunch of "Do Nothing Bitches" that never cared for me to begin with..." After going through all of your conceivable options, you go for the "Hail Mary" play and decide to call up Tatsuya; He always would have your back in class...

After too many busy tone rings for your liking, somebody finally picks up, but you're pretty sure it's not your soon-to-be-former Sensei. "Hello?"

"Yeah, is this Tatsuya's place?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Kat."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, then a reply that makes your heart sink. "Tatsuya's not in right now."

"Then who the bloody hell am I talkin' to?"

"Adam."

You bite your tongue and hold back the urge to yell out in frustration at your bad luck. Of course Ellie's beau and Tatsuya's greatest student would be in town or watching over his place while the big ole' lug is out of town... But, Adam seems to pick up that something's not right and asks "What's up?"

"I don't know anymore... I'm fuckin' lost out in the middle of bloody nowhere, I've got no ride back into town, my car's been missing for almost two whole weeks, god knows where my 'bike is, I'm almost out of money-"

"OK, OK, cool it! Jeesh..."

"Come on, you're a fucking adul... No, actually, I'm probably not..." You hem and haw over the phone for just a touch too long, Adam on the other end getting a little impatient with you. "Listen, I would help you out but Ellie's at some charity gig tonight and I'm sick and stuck back at the house. Sorry."

You manage to get in a quick "Hope you get better" before he hangs up, then use the last amount of battery life your phone has left to call up Kazahaya. "
"Candy Man. How can I fill your fix for sweets today?"

"Kock off the cute shit Wind, it's me."

There's a pause on the other end, Kazahaya clearing out his throat before replying "Oh shit, sorry for that; I was expecting somebody else..."

"Yeah, sure you would..." "Listen, I'm stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no way to at least get back to my house Wind. You got to help me out."

"Well shit, how far are you out of town?"

"I'm stuck at this... Roadside cafe?" you start to explain, then stop and see there's a 24-Hour "Greasy Spoon" of a Diner off to the side of the fairly-large shop you were in.

"Ah fuck me, you're stuck out by Navajoland?"

>Cont.

>>694986

"Yeah, that's what the sign for the next exit says." you reply, desperate for something to get going quickly as the sun continues to set and some big-rigs start to roll in.

"No can do sweetie. I'm running my "Kazahaya Underground" tourney tonight at the club" "The Wind" replies.

>A. "OK, what do I have to do to make worth your while?"

>B. Roll 1d20 to Hang up on him and try to text Ellie that you "Need to talk ASAP". (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>C. "Can't you just send that Luchadriver you used last time? He was nice."

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Blow Kazahaya off and think things over in the diner They probably have a payphone you can use.

Last update of the night. Make it count!

>>695013
>A. "OK, what do I have to do to make worth your while?"

>>695013
>A. "OK, what do I have to do to make worth your while?"
We are desperate.
No sex deals, though.
Unless, there's alcohol involved.

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>>695023

"Of all of the people I have to deal with..." You let out a sigh, mostly about your day has gone more than talking to Kazahaya, then ask "OK, what do I have to do to make worth your while?"

"Rough day, huh?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

There's a pause and some kind of chuckling on Kazahaya's end, but you cut it short by stating "Come on mate, make it snappy! My phone's almost dead... Oh yeah, and nothing sexaul alt=right? I'm not in the fucking mood."

"Just like my last three girlfriends" Kazahaya quips, then gets down to what he wants you to do. "There's a tournament happening in a couple of weeks. A real biggie in an anonymous location somewhere..."

"And?"

"And allegedly, the new crazy Russian guy that's sponsoring the new King of Fighters is supposed to be scouting for his "Official Invitation" team from fighters in the tournament."

"... OK... Where do I come in?"

"Well, a friend of mine got an invite but had to turn it down on account of some other stuff he's got going on and since I was in the last KOF and the new guy isn't exactly cool on people from the tournaments he doesn't hold the rights to showing up..."

"... You want me to take your friend's place?"

"A little bit, yeah..."

"What's the catch?" you ask, your phone givig you the "BATTERY CRITICAL" message.

"The catch is that you're going to have to use a disguise to get in and that there's betting going on at this thing..."

"You want my to take a dive?"

"Maybe... It's a Round-Robin Tournament, so you have a margin of error to fuck up, but I've got people interested in getting in on the action and would like to get some odds for their money" Kazahaya intones, that silky-smooth lilt he gets when talking about money inflecting his voice.

>A. Accept.

>B. Refuse Kazahaya's offer and think over what you're going to do in the diner over a hot meal.

>C. Roll 1d20 and Tell him you'll call him back after you get some food in you; "You know how I hate making big decisions on an empty stomach Kaz." (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote.

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>Pause Updates

That's it for today y'all! Thanks for sticking it out between the long-ish wait times for updates. I'll be back tomorrow at the usual time (10 AM PST/1 PM EST/5 PM GMT) to continue running this right from the get-go and the current vote is now open.

>Player Question:
A name for our new MC? Or at least an alias used for fight clubs & tournaments.

>Bonus Question:
I royally screwed up and forgot to fully post the 3rd-person epilogue to all of "Not!Katja" & Jean's talk... Forgive me? Or demand to see it now?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>695147
>C. Roll 1d20 and Tell him you'll call him back after you get some food in you; "You know how I hate making big decisions on an empty stomach Kaz." (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)
Katja might be a test tube baby, but she still has her credibility.

>>695147
>>A. Accept.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>695147
>C. Roll 1d20 and Tell him you'll call him back after you get some food in you; "You know how I hate making big decisions on an empty stomach Kaz." (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)
>Fortuna Mistral
>yes
Thank you for running

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>>695191

>Updates Resume

"I'll have to think about it... Can I call you back in like an hour or something? I haven't had much to eat today and you know how I hate making big decisions on an empty stomach Kaz" you reply, the smells from that diner starting to make your mind drift off and cloud your mind.

"Yeah, it's cool. My main tournament ain't gonna start until like 9 or so, so try to get on it before then OK?"

Kazahaya hangs up on you before you can get in a "Take care" or something like that, so you turn off your phone to conserve what's left of its battery and make your way inside the diner attached to the back of the Gas Station you were just in... And immediately feel like you found a wormhole that sent you back in time to the 1950's, or at the very least wandered on the set of some new Hollywood blockbuster set in that period. Looking around the place, you're struck by the attention to detail; The waiters and waitresses were outfitted in 1950’s-correct outfits, the booth you take a seat in feeling comfier than just about anything, high tables, a long bar... And the menu? Shit, you're drooling just looking over the names of what this place has (No photos of the food either; Places that usually do that are either low-rent or run by dumbasses). You ultimately get a Classic bacon cheeseburger with some Onion Rings and a Malt (Because why the fuck not?), then get the creeping feeling of helplessness and dread from earlier as you lay back in the booth.

"... So... NESTS artificially shoved their moral code, experiences, thoughts and values into my brain... Should I still be bound to them? Am I free? Was I always free to do as I please? ... Or should I start submitting others like I did with "Tsunami Tsuyako", make them my henchmen and create my own gang to make this city right?"

It's an unsettling thought. As much as you enjoy fighting, you never really considered yourself a career criminal; The few times you helped Kazahaya's "Waifus" out made you feel uneasy afterwards and you were having second thoughts all throughout the night you went all-in and started to bust up local dojos for Kazahaya's higher-ups... Your food arrives before you can really explore it more and you munch on it in quiet, the people that were there when you had arrived starting to leave.

"... Fuck, what about all of the stuff I'm hanging on to that's supposed to remind me of my parents? How fake is all of that shit? ... Fuck it, I'll have time to sort it out. I got to call back Kazahaya before he gets caught up in something else and forgets about me..."

>A. Call up Kazahaya and Accept his offer to compete in that Underground Fighting Tournament.

>B. Call up Kazahaya and Decline his offer to compete in that Underground Fighting Tournament thing.

>C. Roll 1d20 and Text Ellie that you "Need to talk ASAP" before calling back Kazahaya. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote

>>696675
>>>A. Call up Kazahaya and Accept his offer to compete in that Underground Fighting Tournament.
Smash them all! Master of all! We can't lose!

>>696675
>>A. Call up Kazahaya and Accept his offer to compete in that Underground Fighting Tournament.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>696675
>>C. Roll 1d20 and Text Ellie that you "Need to talk ASAP" before calling back Kazahaya. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

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>>696683
>>696688

You feel like you're inhaling your food for a second, but calm down and ask the waitress if they have a phone you can use. You get lead to the back wall (Near a collection of framed snapshots of 1950's movie stars & starlets) and call up "The Wind".

"That was quick... How was your meal?" he asks, the club he owns sounding like it's really "Jumping" tonight on the other-end.

"Not the worst I've ever had..." you start to say, then take a pause to take a breath. "I'm in."

"Yeah?"

"Hell yeah motherfucker."

"Bitchin. I'll send one of my guys over to collect you" he says before hanging up.

"OK then... I'll chalk this up as my last night of eating whatever, because tomorrow I've got to start training again."

You thank the waitress for your time, tell her that you'll be staying for a few until your ride gets here and watch the sun finally set in the window next to your booth, fitfully making your malt (Which, on second taste, isn't as good as you thought it was) last. Just at dusk a snazzy black sportscar with pop-up headlights drives up, part of you feeling like you've seen that car at Dave's garage up on jacks near South Town's "Bay Area".

"Right in the nick of time too... The guy behind the counter was giving me the "You can leave now" look." You grab your bag with your dirty clothes inside and leave a generous tip behind before your walk out to great your driver... Who, surprisingly, is the same guy in the wrestling mask from when you needed a lift over down at Duck King's place in Port Downtown.

"Nice car" you hear yourself say as you hop in and your driver silent does up a "Five-Point Harnesses" you've seen real race cars have. "Is it yours?"

The Lucha-driver shakes his head as he slinks into his seat and does up his belts before casually putting it in gear and sending the two of you off. Once again the feeling of calm and serenity from when you let this guy drive you around in your Porsche, though judging from the fact he's in his full-on wrestling gear he's probably got to be in that "Kazahaya Underground" thing going on tonight. "Why's the rear-view mirror broken though?"

"Because all it does... Is show the past" your "Lucha-Driver" says in an odd, kind of dark voice, almost like he's trying to hide his real one.

"Yeah right... And I bet his age is "36... Caliber!" Before you can make a quip about his reply, the "Lucha-Driver" opens the car up and shifts up a gear, the slumbering dragon of an engine that feels like is right behind your head roaring into life.

>A. Ask him to slow down a little; He's starting to scare you.

>B. Let the guy go and do his thing; You trust his judgement, even with that mask on.

>C. "I thought it was because you don't have to worry about what's behind you?"

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Ask the driver if Kazahaya said anything about you fighting in his tournament tonight; You've got a bad feeling about this...

>>696730
>>C. "I thought it was because you don't have to worry about what's behind you?"
Draco

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>>696733

Good call.

Also going with this if there aren't any more votes soon.

>>696730
>>C. "I thought it was because you don't have to worry about what's behind you?"

>>696730
>C. "I thought it was because you don't have to worry about what's behind you?"

>>696757
>>696776
>>696733

Had to do a garbage run. Option C takes the vote and an Update is on the way ASAP.

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>>696757
>>696776
>>696733

"I thought it was because you don't have to worry about what's behind you?" you ask, part of you wondering if it really is the same guy underneath the mask driving you.

"... Well, that's a good reason too" he again says with that faux-gruff voice.

"Where have I heard him before...?" you think, but settle in as the sound of some high-revving, multiple-cylinder engine screams right behind your ears; Not exactly a bad sound to listen too on a night like this, but not what you were expecting as you try not to look at how the speedometer continues to climb. "You're pretty chatty tonight too..."

The "Lucha-Driver" pauses, then admits "Well, I only talk to people I like" before finally slowing down to stop in time for a stoplight at a 4-way intersection.

"Yeah, it's not the same guy at all" your mind concludes as you watch a lone bicyclist pass by like a cartoonish tumbleweed. "He's a lot slimmer & lankier too..." you think as the light turns green and he punches the throttle again, the sound of tires screeching and the smell of smoke faintly entering the cabin.

>A. Ask the driver if Kazahaya said anything about you fighting in his club's tournament tonight; Something smells fishy about how fast he's been driving...

>B. Try to ask the driver about his powers & moves; Even though he's not the same guy as before, you feel like wanting to respect "Kayfabe" in his presence.

>C. Roll 1d20 and try flirting with your driver a little bit; You kind of want to hear what his "Real" voice sounds like. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote

>>696878
>>A. Ask the driver if Kazahaya said anything about you fighting in his club's tournament tonight; Something smells fishy about how fast he's been driving...

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>696878
>C. Roll 1d20 and try flirting with your driver a little bit; You kind of want to hear what his "Real" voice sounds like. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>696886
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>>696886

>Dat Nat 20

>>696881

Looks like it's T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time!

Link back to this post ASAP with your vote. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.

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>>696908
Go with the 20.

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>>696911

>Nat 20
>Dubs
>Triple Dubs if you count 69's

OK then, writing for Option C.

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>>696886
>>696878
>>696928

"What the hell, let's have some fun with this guy then..." you think as the bucket seat holds you in place and starts to contour to your backside as the "Lucha-Driver" next to you drives like a total hooligan. "Been working out, huh?" you ask aloud, hoping that the engine sounds aren't drowning you out.

You get a silent nod and press on a little. "You're a lot slimmer and leaner than I remember..."

"Well... I have been cutting lately" he admits, the gruff voice starting to fade into something more natural-sounding as the lights of South Town's far-Northern suburbs start to come into view and "Lucha-Driver" finally starting to slow down.

"It shows."

There's a silence that's not quite harsh, but not quite welcoming either as he makes a left onto the main highway you use to go to China Town, a sinking feeling in your gut rising up to your throat. You almost ask him to pull over so you can throw up, but it subsides when you hear him clear his throat and admit "I never liked wearing this thing" in the same voice you heard giving Dave shit at his garage.

"I knew it" you think, then ask "Hey, it's you... Andrew, was it?"

"Lucha-Driver" reluctantly nods as the South Town proper pops up into view, an oddly welcoming sight after being out in the wilderness and endless desert for most of the day. "Yeah... I usually have somebody else speak for me, like a manager or something."

"Mind if you take off the mask?"

"Well... We're getting a little too close to China Town for that, but we can just talk I guess" he says, oddly sounding a little nervous being around you.

"Too bad... So, you're friends with Dave?"

"I've known him for a while."

"What's with the big shop that's off-limits next to his garage?" you ask, genuinely curious as the architecture of China Town slowly starts to be visible in between a million stop-and-go traffic lights & intersections.

"Oh, that's just my race shop."

"What do you run?"

Andrew thinks about it for a second, then explains "A lot of stuff, actually... We're an officially-supported customer of TrackMagic Go-Karts at all levels aside from 250cc shifters, there's the Indycar program for the Month of May, some crazy Austrian guy is paying us to run him in some sprint-based sportscar series..."

"You don't drive?"

"Well, I'd like to, but my license is up in the air right now..." he says with a sigh, then admits "And I'm not getting any younger, so sooner or later I'm going to have to focus on the business side of things."

You nod, then feel that sinking sensation again as Andrew drives up to the back of the parking lot of Kazahaya's club, "The Wind" himself out to greet the two of you. "Gotta get back into character" "Lucha-Driver" tells you, that "Trying to be Batman"-voice returning once again.

"About time you got here" you hear Kazahaya say, then add "Is she ready to go?"

>A. "The fuck is this shit Kaz? You didn't say anything about fighting TONIGHT."

>B.

>C.

>D. Write-In Vote

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>>696995

Disregard the voting options; I should've put them here:


>A. Undo your belts, get out and yell at Kazahaya: "The fuck is this shit Kaz?! You didn't say anything about fighting TONIGHT!"

>B. Stay in the car until Kazahaya knocks on the door, then explain to him why you're not ready to do this tonight.

>C. Roll 1d20 to shake your head at how you got played again and mentally prepare to fight tonight. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Steal Andrew's car and drive back up to your cabin; Fuck these assholes for loading your "Favor" like this.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>697004
>C. Roll 1d20 to shake your head at how you got played again and mentally prepare to fight tonight. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>697004
>C. Roll 1d20 to shake your head at how you got played again and mentally prepare to fight tonight. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>697013
>>697016
Tonight is not her night. ;_;

>>697004
>>>C. Roll 1d20 to shake your head at how you got played again and mentally prepare to fight tonight. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)
We should seriously think about Posthuman Rights and how those human scum exploit us. Maybe bombs and violent deaths could get us some breathing room?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>697004
Nat 20!!1111

>>697023
O'Lordy!

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>>697023

Not quite, but it'll do.

>>697013
>>697016

"Motherfuckers exploiting Posthumans like me like the scared human cis scum they are" you think in the kind of mocking voice you'd expect a "Social Justice Warrior" to use, then sigh and almost feel like crying at how true that might be. You close your eyes and try to find your spirit's still point and then delve into yourself to find the place where your Ki gathered. Over the years training in solitude and in the time you spent with Tatsuya, you had learned to do this much faster and with much greater control than most so it only took a few moments to clear your mind and get ready to throw down with a bunch of make-weights, no-hopers and never-will-be's.

"You played me again Kaz" you growl as you undo your belts and hop up out of Andrew's car (Which is so heavily modified you have no clue what it could be).

"Come on girl, you wrecked half of the guys I use for security for these things only a few days ago; Why else would I need you for tonight?" he asks, motioning you to follow him down into the area of his club he nicknamed "The Temple".

"Wait... You want me to be a bouncer tonight?"

"No, not really... I mean, you could if you really wanted to but I'm short a fighter tonight" he explains, the elevator doors opening and the three of you ambling inside.

"I got my shit rocked by a Kickboxer earlier today and I'm having a fucking identity crisis right now mate; I'm in no shape to be fighting."

"I'll sweeten the pot for y... Identity crisis?" Kazahaya starts to say, then asks about the last line you said as the elevator doors close.

"Looooong fuckin' story. I'm in no mood t'tell you" you admit, then add "But I'm pretty sore from fightin' this "Joe" guy out in the woods."

"Joe Higashi?" Andrew asks in his normal voice, Kazahaya turning around and giving him a look before Andrew clears his throat a little and gets back into the lower octave he used earlier.

"Yeah... He wasn't fightin' with his best stuff, but I dropped him after he fucked up and got distracted by punching a tree."

"Nice..." Kazahaya says to hide his sigh at how beat-up you really are. "We'll hook you up with some suction-cup therapy to get blood flow back to your tight areas and give you a full massage because you're the last fight on the left bracket... What do you say?"

>A. "Sounds good. What are my costume choices, Kazzy?"

>B. "Yeah... Nah, I can't do this tonight mate. That gig in two weeks though? I'll be ready for it."

>C. "You were saying something about sweetening the pot for me, Kaz?"

>D. Write-In Vote

>>697113
>>C. "You were saying something about sweetening the pot for me, Kaz?"

>>697113
>>>C. "You were saying something about sweetening the pot for me, Kaz?"
He started low and is willing to go higher, hopefully.
Alternatively, we punch in his throat and watch him suffocating, Posthuman-style.

>>697113
>>C. "You were saying something about sweetening the pot for me, Kaz?"

>>697113
>C. "You were saying something about sweetening the pot for me, Kaz?"

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>>697126
>>697127
>>697135
>>697141

"The massages sound nice... But let's play hard-ball" you think as the elevator keeps going down, part of you idly wondering how deep this new area is compared to the old one you're used to. "You were saying something about sweetening the pot for me, Kaz?"

"Oh? Yeah, I was... OK, just spit-ballin' here, but how about a bonus for each round you win? Like, a 50% increase if you make it to "The Final 4" or...?"

"Try a little harder, mate."

Kazahaya gives you a smile you've seen only when trying to explain why he's been caught with another woman to one of his (Many) girlfriends, then explains "OK, OK, how about if you win tonight, you can keep your stuff back at my old penthouse and move in full-time as part of your training for the next two weeks?"

"That sounds better..." you think as the elevator finally stops, the doors opening to an eerie room with odd, almost hieroglyphic-like designs on the walls. "What's with this place? ... I feel like I've been here before..." your mind asks yourself as you follow Kazahaya & Andrew out into a long hallway.

"You like the place? I just got it remodeled for Christmas" Kazahaya asks as the crop of fighters signing up and the group of low-lifes that bet on this shit begin to pop into view. "Go take Kat to the locker rooms, eh? I can't blow her cover" he tells Andrew and the masked guy silently nods, then grabs your shoulder.

"You'll be back with the terms right?" you ask Kazahaya before getting escorted away from him, Kaz giving you an "OK" sign with his hands without looking at you as he begins to play the part of the guy in charge of this kind of seedy thing South Town became famous for.

"Right... Back to the old days" you think as you unhand yourself from Andrew in a natural kind of way, memories of when you fought a little bit up in a sweaty, rusty steel cage coming back to you as you follow Andrew to the "Locker rooms" Kazahaya's new place has. Ultra Fighters is, despite what most would tell you, bare-fisted boxing in your eyes. Competitors wear a little bit of padding to protect against most fatal injuries but overall are relatively unprotected. UF is televised and can usually be found on cable. It is perfectly legal, regulated and as safe as any blood sport can be.

What this is, clearly, was not Ultra Fighters. It was bare-fisted fighting but that was where the similarities stopped. Most fighters did not wear any from of protective padding of any sort, it was not televised, there were no regulations and it most certainly was not legal; An underground operation where everyone present wants to stay off the radar. No one named any names or stared to long at faces and everyone called everyone else by a codename of sorts. Kazahaya was "The Wind"; You were nicknamed "Girl-Kuma" (Mosty because of not wanting to associate yourself with a near-mythical Street Fighter), Andrew probably has one...

>Cont.

>>697222

"Here we are"Andrew says with that gruff voice again, opening the door to reveal a surprisingly-clean and well-lit room with benches, lockers and even a shower to wash off all of the blood that might get on you... He nods and then heads off to the next room over to leave you to yourself, some old posters of fighters and tournaments from all around the world lining the walls.

"OK then..." you think as you shrug your shoulders and start to do some stretches out of sheer boredom, a knock on the door interrupting you right when you're just about to finish up.

"Come in" you say and see Kazahaya with his two girls ("Fuujin" & "Raijin", you think their names are) coming in behind you with suitcases. "This'll be good" you think as "The Wind" sits down on the edge of a bench.

"So, you think it over?" he asks, "Fuujin" (The one on the left) opening up the suitcase that has the kit for the "Chinese Suction-Cup" therapy & "Raijin" (The one on the right, both wearing White & Black cheongsam dresses) opening up the suitcase filled with... Body lotions?

>A. Go with the Performance Incentive.

>B. Tell him you'll take the extended stay at his old "Scarface" Penthouse.

>C. Ask him what else he's got in mind for you; Neither of those are floating your boat.

>D. Tell him you're just not feeling it tonight and take him up on that bouncer gig or something; Hell, you're good to even walk home right now.

>E. Write-In Vote

>>697290
>A. Go with the Performance Incentive.
need something to punch tonight

>>697290
>B. Tell him you'll take the extended stay at his old "Scarface" Penthouse.
Until the cabin gets fixed, we're still technically homeless.

>>697300
>>697290
Switching to B. I forgot she's homeless.

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>>697326
>>697344

Going with this if there aren't any furrther objections and/or a rash of votes ASAP.

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>>697326
>>697344
>>697357

"Yeah, a little... I'll go for the extended stay at your pad until that super-secret tournament" you tell him.

"Splendid... I'll let the girls get you ready and you can take whatever costumes are lying around" Kazahaya tells you, then adds "I got to get back to the waiting masses anyway. The first round's almost about to begin."

You wait for him to leave, then ask the girls "Either of you speak English?" as you start to strip down to your skivvies, then ask "How abut Japanese?" in your Osaka-ben dialect.

You get a couple of nods back on that last one as "Raijin" lays out a towel on one of the benches and motions you to lay down on it. You comply and she starts by oiling your back up while "Fuujin" gets out a miniature space-heater(?) to start warming up the cups she'll use on you soon.

"I could get used to this" you let yourself think as "Raijin" goes to work on you, bunches and bunches of different muscle groups you never thought felt tight reveal themselves to the both of you. "Probably why I never get massages on a regular basis" your mind ads as she finishes up with a loud "Smack" to your back, "Fuujin" motioning you to sit up on the bench. You comply and feel odd sensations all over your back as the cups go on, a few of them feeling a touch tight but most of them not even registering to you that they're even on.

"A little looser on the really big ones on my back OK?" you ask, "Fuujin" nodding and releasing the cups in question with a loud hissing noise before a couple of pumps to re-attach it. Soon, "Raijin" heads out of the locker room as the sound of more hissing and pumping goes around, then she finishes up and starts to clean the cups off.

"Thanks... That really felt like it helped" you tell her as you get your clothes back on. She doesn't say anything and instead, opens up three lockers directly in front of you after packing up her equipment. "Kaz keeps weird fucking company, goddamn..." you think as you eye the costumes up.

>A. Go for the Sexy Tigress Costume on the right; You have fond memories of watching that anime and know exactly how to play it up.

>B. Try out the crazy "Sugar Skull/Day of the Dead" costume on the left; You love the mask design and it kind of reminds you of that one guy that helped wreck dojos with you that one time...

>C. Do the "Biker Girl" Leathersuit & Helmet in the center. No frills, no fuss; Just pure ass-kicking tonight... And you like the sponsors all over it; Reminds you of the kind of outfits from that one arcade racer that your eyes can barely keep up with.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Roll 1d20 and quickly see if there are any back-up costumes in one of the lockers; You're here to fight, not to show off your sexuality to a mob of drunken rich assholes.(Picture suggestions encouraged with this vote; Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

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>>697483
>A. Go for the Sexy Tigress Costume on the right; You have fond memories of watching that anime and know exactly how to play it up.
Not-Katja in a tiger-print leotard/stockings? I can dig it. Plus, Robert was the Tiger of Kyokugen, so we can get away with channeling him a little.

>>697483
>A. Go for the Sexy Tigress Costume on the right; You have fond memories of watching that anime and know exactly how to play it up.

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>>697529
>>697535

You go for the "Tigress Mask" look straight away, copious amounts of double-sided tape needed to keep your "Katjas"(?) from spilling out. "Yes... This'll do" you hear yourself say as you look yourself over in a mirror near the door leading out of the locker room, the red-sh spots on your back the only remnant of your "Cupping" session. You tighten up your gloves and re-tie your boots before you head out, a group battered & bruised fighters of all shapes & sizes greeting you with lusful stares.

"Yeah, keep ogling you damn ingrates" you think as you bounce past, the cute little half-mask with the cat-ears flopping around with each step (Among other things; The cut on your but made you ponder if your ass really is getting that "Chunky") and head through to the main room, the crowd looking over to the 8-sided ring as somebody cleans up a little bit of the blood from the last fight and "The Wind" with his "Twins" greeting you with a slap on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I thought you might like that one" he says, then asks "Got a name for the marks kid?"

You close your eyes, then think of something that sounds exotic, yet fake enough to be a codename. "Fortuna. Fortuna Mistral."

Kazahaya puts a hand to his chin, then admits "If you were going to say something like that, the 'Biker get-up might've fit better..."

"I ain't changin' it, mate."

You cross your arms under your chest to highlight the point and Kazahaya lets out a pouty sigh. "OK, OK "Fortuna". Get in the left hand corner; You're up next."

You nod and try to carry yourself with the stride of a vicious heel; The kind that would attack somebody and start a fight before the bell would've even rung to "Get into Character" and prep yourself for whoever you're up against.

"OK... Been a while doin' this, but it's just like ridin' a bike" you think as you do a couple of last-second stretches before the lights dim to an oddly-purple shade for introductions.

>"In the red corner, from Parts Unknown... The Savage! The Amazon! Ms. FORTUUUNNNAAAAAAA MISTRAL!!!"

Part of you wishes you had a cape fluttering behind you as you strut up to the ring, then dip just under the top rope and do some stoic poses for the crowd, some of them booing at your lack of sexual presence and others hooting & hollering like it was feeding time at the local zoo over how your body fills out your outfit.

>"Aaaaaaaaaand her Opponent..."

>Roll 1d100 and Suggest an Opponent (Picture references highly encouraged)! Highest roll wins.

I'm going on a dinner break Anons. I'll be back ASAP.

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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>697741
Fugetsu, stoic protege of Eiji Kisaragi himself. Rumors speculate about her supposed profession as an assassin proper. Wields Kisaragi-ryuu Ninjutsu.

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>>697741
The Gigga Nigga just use some brute strength to batter opponents down. Slow but very powerful.

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>>697764
Bonus points because she probably knows Jin Fu-Ha and, like Eiji himself, has beef with those who practice Kyokugen, since it's the one style he has yet to beat. If Fugetsu can recognize Katja's base Kyokugen style (which she should), it'll cause fireworks.

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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>697741
Wéixiào, the fun loving monk with his two little supporters. Specializes in Kung Fu.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>697783
Damn it 4chan dont eat muh dicee.

>>697837

As cool as those ideas are, the dice roll of 2 in >>697764 sadly scuttled it... For now.

>>697866

Looks like Wéixiào, the fun-loving monk is going to take this vote. Also, I'm not feeling too well after having my dinner. I'll post the fight introductions and a general branching paths of strategy before calling it for today quickly.

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>>698004
>>697866
>>697741

>"From the farthest reaches of Tibet... The Hunk of a Monk with a whole lot of Spunk! Give it up for Wéixiào!"

A super-buff Buddhist monk with what look like his two sons(?) following him walks barefoot to the ring, his two little supporters hanging on the ring's ropes and sitting on a couple of turnbuckles as the lights go back up to the more normal green-ish hue, a huge steel cage slowly descending and locking the four of you in until the fight is over. He says something in a language you can't recognize, but you can see from his face that he's probably hitting on you, or at least trying to flirt with you.

"Don't get close to this kitty!" you yell in Japanese, half-sexy & half semi-menacing as the referee looks both of you over before backing you up for the start of the fight.

"Ready…?" The announcer began, while backing to the cage's only exit. "Fight!"

>(Roll 3d20 with each vote)

>A. Go in on this guy, focusing on physical strikes and grapples.

>B. Feel this Wéixiào guy out a little bit and see what he does, focusing on defense & counter-hits.

>C. Be ready for whatever and try to mix it up; This guy looks pretty tough foe this level of competition.

>D. Write-In Vote

>E. Go full Heel Mode and unlock the brawling roots of "Tigress Mask" against him; It's what the crowd expects.

===

>Pause Updates

Thanks for playing today y'all! I'll see how I feel in the morning and decide whether to take a day off from running to work on my neck & back. If I'm up for it or not, I'll post back here to update everybody.

>Player Question:
Moveset ideas for the future? (Scrap it completely/Keep some good stuff/Look for replacements to keep her functionally intact etc. etc.)

>Bonus Question:
Side-Character Bios and KOF XIV-style short synopses. Yay or Nay?

Rolled 7, 17, 16 = 40 (3d20)

>>698161
>A. Go in on this guy, focusing on physical strikes and grapples.

Let's try and keep Katja's moveset whole and resaonable, taking what makes sense. There's no reason to completely scrap a style just because you had an inadvertant falling-out with the dojo.

Rolled 13, 16, 2 = 31 (3d20)

>>698161
>A. Go in on this guy, focusing on physical strikes and grapples.
Thank you for running. Keep the style. There's no need to get rid of it. Hoping for more grabbing moves, though.
>Yes

Rolled 2, 1, 7 = 10 (3d20)

>>698161
>>A. Go in on this guy, focusing on physical strikes and grapples.

Keep the moveset but if she learns something new maybe replace? Could always use some reppukens in here.

>Ehhh that's up to you if ya want to put more work into it.

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>>698188

>Hoping for more grabbing moves, though.

"Not!Katja" might have to either make peace with Fiona & Tsuyako, buddy up to Tsuysako's mom, join the "Blood Aikido" dojo and stick with it long enough to learn how to do Geese's "Katate Nage", or...? [INSERT IDEAS HERE]

>Yes
Killer. I'll type up a couple off of the top of my head.

>>698210

I have been meaning to do more OC bios & movesets to update the pasetbins, but I just haven't had the time to knuckle down and do it.

>>698227
YES!!!

>>698227
Yeeeessssss. We must learn some Blood Aikido.

>>698254
I dunno. Putting Katja through the wringer of formally learning another style might be a bit much. She needs to pull a Terry Bogard and just keep fighting in the wild until she naturally learns what sticks.

>>698259
How can she break the rules if she doesn't know them? Plus, she will mix some with her own personal style.
I want to meet Billy, too

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Starting the Bio Train with Not!Katja's former Sensei.

Full Name: Tatsuya Kirashima
Birthday/Age: Unknown
Height: 6'7"
Weight: Est. 300 Lbs
Blood type: A
Birthplace: Unknown (Rumoured to be Honolulu, Hawaii)
Family/Relatives: Ellie (Daughter)
Occupation: Martial Arts Instructor
Likes: Training, Watching Kung-Fu movies
Dislikes: Fixed fights
Hobbies: Collecting Sega Saturn games
Favorite Food: Beer
Forte in Sports: Sumo
Favorite Music: Country & Western
Special Skill: High tolerance to Physical Pain
Most Unpleasant: Wolverines
Personal Treasures: "Pumpkin" (Pet name for his daughter), a picture of his wife
Weapons: None
Fighting Style: Kyokugenryuu Karate

>Idolizing and patterning himself after Ryo Sakazaki, Tatsuya was once one of the most prominent students of Kyokugenryuu Karate and popularized the art in the Metro City area through street fighting and breaking up local gangs under Mayor "Macho Mike" Haggar's "Vigilante Justice" act. His incredible savagery in a fight and refusal to acknowledge the limits of his own body were thought to be his greatest weapons, but he famously dropped out of a round-robin tournament that would've made him The United States' leading World Warrior representative to be by his ailing, pregnant wife's side.

>Tatsuya ultimately retired from active fighting and after his wife sadly died following complications from childbirth (Which may or may-not have been a plot to assassinate her by the Kisaragi Ninja Clan), he raised his only daughter Ellie and founded his own officially-endorsed Kyokguen Dojo in South Town. When she was old enough, Tatsuya began to pass on his personal teachings to her and ultimately helped cultivate her fighting skills.

>Though quite large for a Kyokugen Master, Tatsuya is faster than he looks and still has more than enough power to flatten most garden-variety hoodlums & street punks. However, as he readily admits, he's "A Family Man" nowadays and doesn't really have the stamina or drive to prolong serious fights.

>>698334
He's huge man.

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>>698343

I imagined him to be like the Sagat of Kyokugenryuu; Slower than most, but packs a huge wallop.

>>698334

And now his daughter because why not?

Full Name: Ellie Kirashima
Birthday/Age: Unknown, 26 years old
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 129 lbs
Blood type: O
Birthplace: Metro City, USA
Family/Relatives: Tatsuya (Father)
Occupation: Mayor of South Town, USA
Likes: Days off
Dislikes: Needless Paperwork
Hobbies: Riding & Fixing up her motorcycle, browsing FightChan
Favorite Food: None in Particular
Forte in Sports: Softball
Favorite Music: Rock & Roll
Measurements: "Why should I tell you?"
Special Skill: "Working my butt off"
Most Unpleasant: Dealing with Untrustworthy people on a regular basis
Personal Treasures: A picture of her Mother, Her Motorcycle Leathers & Helmet
Weapons: None
Fighting Style: Personally-Modified Kyokugenryuu Karate

>The only daughter of a known practitioner of Kyokugenryuu Karate, Elllie spent most of her youth bouncing between the crime-riddled streets of South Town & Metro City USA and didn't have much initial interest in fighting. As she grew into adolescence, however, her rebellious nature lead her joining a motorcycle club and learning some basic hand-to-hand skills from the "Boss", who just happened to be an accomplished Aikido practitioner. Noticing this, Tatsuya (Her father) began to teach her some of the basics of Kyokugenryuu Karate, though only for Self-Defense.

>In time, Ellie started to secretly don her highly-customized motorcycle leathers & helmet and began competing in underground fight clubs & tournaments as "The Skull Girl" (To Tatsuya's blind eye). Her reign of local terror ended when she was a mere 17 and it prompted her father to expand her Kyokugen repertoire and help her blossom as a fighter. Following her public unmasking during the infamous "13th World Warrior" tournament (In which it was revealed that there was match-fixing on behalf of the organizers & sponsors) and after several attempts to break past The King of Fighters Tournament's undercard with her friends Belle & Moriya, Ellie semi-retired to live back in relative peace in South Town.

>Ellie's methodical style is a fluid mix of her earlier Aikido tips, her father's Kyokugenryuu teachings and various moves she's picked up in around her friends and the local fighting circuits. As such, her fighting style lacks any true weaknesses on a technical level; Her biggest flaws are her lack of pure power, a lack of a "True" projectile attack and her overall rustiness as a fighter after taking public office (Which is a story unto itself).

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Now for a villain before I fall asleep.

Full Name: Kazunori Kazahaya AKA "The Wind"
Birthday/Age: Unknown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 220 Lbs
Blood type: A
Birthplace: Sapporro, Hokkaido, Japan
Family/Relatives: Unknown
Occupation: "Racontuer"
Likes: Tailored Clothes, Dancing with his crew
Dislikes: "Player-Haters", Pre-made DJ Set-lists, going to Japan
Hobbies: Collecting Rare Books, Making Music
Favorite Food: Kimchee
Forte in Sports: Parkour
Favorite Music: "Everything"
Special Skill: ?
Most Unpleasant: Nothing
Personal Treasures: His Sunglasses
Weapons: None
Fighting Style: Various Chinese Martial Arts

>Most bits of major personal information regarding the true identity and past of Kazunori "The Wind" Kazahaya is either hearsay, rumor, speculation or in classified documents currently being held by The South Town Police Department. What is known is that Kazahaya is thought to be the largest single property owner in South Town's "China Town" district and owns several prominent businesses. He is also rumored to be involved with major local Drug-Smuggling, Gun-Running and Racketeering outfits as well as being the head of several small & mid-sized gangs, most notably "The Waifus" who are sometimes seen as his private security detail.

>How he hasn't been arrested is anyone's guess, but some leaked information suggest that "The Wind" (A play on the meaning of his last name) may in fact be a front for a larger organization that's bribing the local police force for his protection. Beacuse of this, Kazahaya carries a care-free attitude and has become a bit of a local bon-vivant & playboy; He's been repeatedly seen around town going to-and-from several expensive apartment buildings with a crew of suited men & women.

>Though he rarely fights, Kazahaya has an energetic and almost untrained-looking style of fighting that mixes several schools of Chinese Martial Arts together along with subtle influences from break-dancing & into a hyper-kinetic style that preys on the cautious by tricking opponents into expecting the wrong thing. However, though he fashions himself as a master of mind-games, rumour has it that this is dependent on his mood and sometimes Kazahaya attacks with more direct form of Jeet Kun Doe in more "Serious" fights.

>>698673
Goodnight, Weasel

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Sorry Anons, but I am not feeling all too well today. I'm going to take the day off from running this, rest up and take every last vitamin & herbal supplement my body can take before coming back tomorrow at the usual 10 AM PST/1 PM EST/ 5 PM GMT time to continue QM'ing. (Turns out my neck feeling stiff and my shoulders being tight last night after my dinner was just a precursor to something worse...)

Have some cheesecake on me; I'm going to go lie down.

>>699835
Hope you feel better soon, Weasel.

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>>699904

I'm feeling better than yesterday that's for sure... I wanted to post a couple more bios for some of my side-characters, but time constraints precluded that this early in the day.

>>698172
>>698188
>>698210

>Updates Resume

"At least the announcer doesn't yell "KILL!" at the top of his lungs anymore..." You get into a more relaxed stance and Wéixiào eyes you up a little as his stance has him ducking low, lower than you'd think a guy that buff could conceivably go, but launches forward with a flying kick that has such ferocity that it seemed his lower body was shot out of a cannon or something.

You easily dodge it and land your "Zanretsuken" punches, backing Wéixiào near the ropes already. He seems a tad surprised at how easily you're overwhelming him, but he bursts through your attacks with a forearm and stomps the ground, the tremor loosening your footing as he gets in and lands a couple of kicks to your stomach chest. You're able to roll back to your feet with ease and manage to land just past Wéixiào's follow-up strike; A leg drop that sounds like an avalanche hitting the ground.

"An upper body like that and he only uses his feet?" You quickly chuck him over to the edge of the ring with a Uchimata that gets a couple of hoots & hollers from the crowd (Again, you're outfit isn't that far removed from some of the more "Slutty" stuff you've seen Mai Shiranui, Jenet Bonne and a couple of other KOF girls wear) and quickly land a "Left Hook/Right Straight/Super Kick" combination, Wéixiào landing on his back with a rolling thud.

"He might have the bod, but he's easy pickin's for me... What the fuck is that crawling up my?" You feel a sting in your knees and spot one of Wéixiào's "Helpers" running in to kick you in the shins, another one trying to trip you up as he gets back to his feet. This time he gets a running start and goes for something close to Kyo Kusanagi's old "R.E.D. Kick" and though you manage to block it, dealing with his little kids(?) knocks you off balance and you scramble to get back up and counter his standing side-kick with a short "Strayacut".

"He's not bad... Uses the little munchkins too much, but he's still hitting me hard..."

>(Roll 3d20 with each vote)

>A. Keep doing what you're doing; Those little helpers aside, you're dealing some damage to him and might have a chance to end this fight quickly.

>B. Lay off a little and let him come to you; He's fast for his size, but you're sure you're quicker and can counter-hit Wéixiào with ease.

>C. Try to mix it up a little and maybe do some of the less Kyokugen-y parts of your moveset as well as using proper spacing to frustrate Wéixiào into making more mistakes.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Roll1d20 and slip out of the ring to check if their are any "Foreign Objects" planted underneath it; You're going "Full Rudo" on this guy. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>704399
>B. Lay off a little and let him come to you; He's fast for his size, but you're sure you're quicker and can counter-hit Wéixiào with ease.
Don't hurt the babies.

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>>704433

Please follow the Ruurs! You forgot your dice roll there anon.

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Rolled 5, 6, 3 = 14 (3d20)

>>704441
Oops
Also, posting best girl.

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>>704445

>Dem Rolls

Going with this if more players don't arrive soon...

Rolled 13, 7, 3 = 23 (3d20)

>>704399
>A. Keep doing what you're doing; Those little helpers aside, you're dealing some damage to him and might have a chance to end this fight quickly.

>>704445
Fuck..

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>>704468
>>704445

Well then, it's >T-T-T-TIE BREAKER[/green[ Time!

Link back to this post ASAP with your vote. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.

>Pic Unrelated

>>704494
Just go with A.
;_;

>>704494
Go with A. Stick to what works until it stops working.

Rolled 19, 3, 13 = 35 (3d20)

>>704399

>A. Keep doing what you're doing; Those little helpers aside, you're dealing some damage to him and might have a chance to end this fight quickly.

It's been eons since I've seen one of these, but what the hell.

>>704759

'Sup G? It's been a while.

>>704545
>>704515

Option A takes the vote with ease. However, Internet at my house has been screwy today, so I'm en route to a Wi-Fi hotspot.

>>704813

OK, now we're back online. Got stuck in fucking traffic because it's raining and idiots misjudge the grip in their tires and crash.

>>704759
>>704545
>>704515

"Pretty ingenuous actually; He can gauge what kind of person he's fighting depending on how they react to those two little kids coming in to help him" you think as you land and try to gently brush them off of you, Wéixiào slowly getting up off of the floor. "They're annoying little brats though..."

You gentle lift one up and cuddle it near your chest, then slowly walk over to the ring ropes and slide out and place him down on the other side of the canvass, the other one struggling to try and trip you up and looking as cute as a button.

"You... You're not bad girl huh?" Wéixiào asks in broken Japanese as You do the same to his other kid.

"Sometimes... But you shouldn't bring babies to an adult's fight!" you yell as you charge back towards him, your speed more than enough to overwhelm him with a barrage of punches and a few "Feral"-looking kicks. Unfortunately, Wéixiào seems to have caught his second wind and again powers through your last kick with that stomping forearm-thing and lands a short-but-sweet combination of his own, the damage dealt to you really adding up by the end of it.

"Fuck... Can't play around with this crowd" you think as you fake-struggle to get back up to your feet, the referee (Who's outside of the cage and has his hand glued to the house microphone) even starting to count you out before you force yourself to stand and try to block a 3-hit combination that could probably pass for Wéixiào's "Desperation Move". "Come on, come on... NOW!" you think as you time the last punch to easily hit him with your big command throw, the "Ude-Hishigi-Juji-Gatame". You get a few "Pops" from the crowd as you really lay-in on the arm bar, sweat starting form on Wéixiào's face and almost see him tap-out, but let his two sons break up the submission and try to act like a cat by rolling around with the two of them and making faux-cute cat noises as their dad gets up and tries to stretch out his arm.

He says something in that odd language again, then the kids stop horsing around and dodge that leg-drop thing he does. "OK, still in this... Just need one last shot to take him down" you ponder as you land a quick punch combination and hit a kick to his knees, Wéixiào down to one knee and breathing heavy, like he's almost about to pass out...

>Roll 3d20 for Options A & B.

>A. Give him "The Stun-Gun Stinger".

>B. Hit him with the "Ryuuko Rambuu"

>C. Roll 1d20 and let his ass drop to the canvass; He's done... Right? (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote.

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>>705184

Also, 4chan ate my image because of course it would...

>>705184
>B. Hit him with the "Ryuuko Ranbuu"
KYOKUGENRYUU OUGI

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>>705228

>No dice

But that's against the Ruurs!

Rolled 20, 9, 6 = 35 (3d20)

>>705228

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>>705228

Going with this if there aren't any further replies. Also really fucking sorry my internet and my local wi-fi spots internet are all shit during inclement weather.

>Pic Unrelated

Rolled 5, 5, 10 = 20 (3d20)

>>705184
>B. Hit him with the "Ryuuko Rambuu"

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>>705312
>>705242
>>705184

"Sorry mate. Business is business" you think as you feel your Ki spike up and around you and lash out with a long string of punches & kicks, your "Ryuuko Ranbuu" feeling just a tad "Off" tonight and those aches & pains from fighting Joe Higashi earlier in the day really noticeable as you finish him off with straight hard punch to the jaw that bursts with electrified Ki. Wéixiào tries to shrug it off and almost tries to grab you as he struggles to stand, but falls over with a sickening sound.

"I hate this fucking part" you think as you cross your arms underneath your chest, the referee counting up to 10 before ringing the bell, the sight of Wéixiào's kids crying, running over to their daddy and trying to wake up is almost enough for you to break character... So, like the horrible person you have to be to want to take part in something like this, you turn around and do a cute little "Sexy" dance to get the crowd to yell and scream, a couple of Chinese guys dressed up like medics heading into the ring as the cage slowly ascends.

You follow them back to the left-side of the ring and head down the way to meet up with "The Wind", his two nearly-identical girls by his side cavorting with a couple older guys in suits & ties. "Good stuff Fortuna... Good stuff."

"Yeah, it'll come back to me" you tell him. "When's the next round Wind?"

"When Mr. Six here's done with the brackets and finishes rounding up the bets" "The Wind" explains, pointing a thumb at a dorky-looking teen in a too-big suit sweating like a stuck pig counting out more cash than he's probably seen in his whole life.

"Bitchin', I'll be in the locker room" you tell him, then retrace your steps back through the weary-and-waiting room and see that Wéixiào guy sitting upright and sharing a big bowl of noodles with his sons while getting patched up. "You're strong for a woman!" he yells at you

"And you're strong for a "Family Man" " you reply with a firm hand-shake (Pic Related for visual reference)[/spoiler, you take a seat in the lady's locker room, a girl in a... "Wow, that bodysuit covers everything but doesn't leave much to the imagination" you think as she gives you a harsh glare.

"Something wrong?"

The woman in the too-tight bodysuit ("Bodypaint?" you idly wonder) eyes you up and down, then simply warns "You better pray you don't fight me tonight, Kyokugen Dog!" before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

"Well OK then, she's a bitch" you think out loud, then get some stretches going for about half an hour before another knock on the door, Kazahaya himself telling you that it's time for your next fight.

"What, you couldn't get that "Mr. Six" kid to do this Wind?" you ask playfully, really getting into your ring persona as the two of you strut back out to the holding area.

"Nah, he's too busy counting receipts, notifying next-of-kin..." Kazahaya cracks.

>Roll 1d100 and Suggest an Opponent (Picture references highly encouraged)! Highest roll wins.

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>>705531

Man, 4chan is fucking up the most basic text modifiers today...

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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>705531
Now I definitely want to save Fugetsu for the finals.

Carter Kendall, one of Kazahaya's business associates. Wall Street shark by day, playboy by night. Fights with boxing, but he keeps a telescoping rod hidden on his person at all times.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>705562
I vote for this since I already gone.

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>>705562
He is commonly seen in the company of his executive assistant and chief armcandy, Joanna.

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>>705562
>>705580
>>705588

You tune out the crowd leering at you and your suit, the announcer botching your name and the lights kind of spazzing out a little as you head up to the ring again, the stain from Wéixiào's bloody mouth still on the canvass and creeping you out a little; Not the blood per say, but just the recollection of a couple of your early underground fight clubs popping into your psyche as the lights properly dim and your next opponent makes his way into view.

>Aaaaaaaand her opponent... A South Town local, an accomplished Stock Broker & Day Trader, give it up for the One-Punch Machine-Gun! CAAAAAARRRRRTTTEEEERRRRRR KENDALL!"

A guy that looks like he could be friends with Kazahaya and dressed in a stylish suit slowly shadow-boxes his way to the ring, a purple-haired piece of arm-candy following him and getting most of the crowd's attention. "And here I thought I was going to fight some 8-foot tall, roided-out super giga nigga" you think as you dispense with any pleasantries and glare at him like the tigress you are, ready and waiting to strike.

"Damn, another crazy one..." you overhear Carter say to his "Assistant" as the referee goes over him for any hidden weapons.

"Hey, it can't be as bad as that one "Power Kat" chick that nearly broke your neck with her thighs" "Joanna" tells him as she hands a stun-gun, a bottle of mace, a set of brass knuckles and a switchblade strapped the farthest upper part of her thigh to the referee to save herself the embarrassment of having to get "Patted Down" in front of these clowns.

"She knows what's up" you think as you do a couple more stretches as the referee exits the area, "Joanna" in tow and watch her nearly jump up a solid 2 feet off of the ground when the cage suddenly drops behind her, Carter getting into an orthodox "South Paw" boxing stance.

"He'll either be a push over or own my ass in seconds... Well, let's find out" you think as you clasp your gloves together and hiss at him like scalded cat when he goes to touch gloves with you, the announcer yelling "Fight" and the bell sounding off. Carter keeps his distance from you at first and you wonder if he's getting paid to be here; He had gamboled into the ring like he was coming down the stairs on Christmas morning.

"OK, let's open him up" you think as you go for a kick to the shins, but he backs away up to the corners of the ring posts. You brace for a punch to block, but he doesn't seem to care; Instead, he backs away, generally leading you to the shark-infested waters of the center of the ring... You take that bait and land three good hits, but he shrugs them off like you were some "Do Nothing Bitch" throwing a hissy fit and clinches you like a consoling big brother.

"What the fuck is this guy doing?" you think as you break it up and go for a Ippon Seoinage, only for Carter to break out of it and clinch you again, landing a couple of love-tap shots before backing away.

>Cont.

>>705920

>(Roll 3d20 with Options A through D)

>A. Go on the offense and try to drop this smart-ass boxer with grabs & kicks; As far as you know, there aren't any real judges in this and if it came down to a draw...?

>B. Dance around the ring with Carter for a little bit and see if the crowd turns on the both of you or something; It might spur him into action.

>C. Bust out the projectile attacks and try to snipe him with your kicks; If he wants to try and win this on a technicality by running from you, give a reason not to approach.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Roll1d20 and slip out of the ring to check if their are any "Foreign Objects" planted underneath it; You're going "Full Rudo" on this guy. (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 14, 20, 8 = 42 (3d20)

>>705943
>B. Dance around the ring with Carter for a little bit and see if the crowd turns on the both of you or something; It might spur him into action.

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>>705995

Going with this if there aren't any more votes soon...

>Pic Semi-Related: An Arcade game our MC has played from time to time.

Rolled 13, 19, 12 = 44 (3d20)

>>705943
>B. Dance around the ring with Carter for a little bit and see if the crowd turns on the both of you or something; It might spur him into action.

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>>706087

OK then...

>>705995
>>706223

"Fuck it, let's see what kind of beat this clown's dancing to" you think as you hop up out of a crouch and circle Carter a little bit, the crowd already starting to get antsy and some of them drunk enough to start hollering obscenities at how "Boring" this is. Carter eyes you up and down behind his guard, but not trying to really advance any kind of offense on you. "Well shit, maybe he's just some rich arsehole playboy-type that likes to oggle girls like me while his "Assistant" watches?" you think as it becomes clear the "Music" the two of you are dancing to is elevator "Muzak" from some long since torn-down casino on the Las Vegas strip, the only action being the occasional dropped tray of drinks in the crowd.

You hear the boos start to rain down on the two of you, Joanna even yelling "You gotta put it on her! Because I’m telling you, Kendall, believe me, I’m gonna tell you right now that these guys are gonna take this fight from you if you don't!" from the other side of the cage.

"Well, she's not wrong" you think as you drop the "Dance" and instead try to give the crowd something to either cheer or boo for by doing a pretty risque little taunt/dance, Carter thinking that this is his shot to take and roaring nearly halfway across the ring. You don't block it completely (The punch just coming close to clipping your collar bone), but you do get an advantage to land your forbidden Judo technique to scattered applause.

"Come on you weak willed little shit, TAP!" you grunt in Japanese as you lock in the arm bar. Carter gradually works his way out of it, but he does land a couple of shots to your head that are a LOT harder than the "Barely-even-felt-it" swipes he threw out while the two of you were in a clinch. From how he's grabbing his arm, you did some big damage to it and since it was his lead off hand... "Now we work this crowd for everything they've got and take this dickhead to school" you think as you roll up to your feet and land a Hien Shippu Kyaku, Carter doing a guard cancel to back away from you and go for a neat little one-two that knocks you back further than you expected.

"One-Punch Machine-Gun? Please..." you say in Japanese with a mocking tone, trying to play off your injuries and hit him in the jaw with a quick "Strayacut", knocking him back but not doing enough to really floor him as he brushes it off and again tries to get his guard up against you. You recognize the pattern he's trying to set: You come in off-balance so Carter can gracefully move away, rounding the corners of the ring and sliding around to lead you back to the center of the ring; No partner for the "Dance", standing you up if you get within throw range...

>Cont.

>>706257

>(Roll 3d20 with each vote.)

>A. Move in on Carter Kendall while he's still trying to get his flow back on; You're not going to get a draw in this fight, not now...

>B. Keep the defense up and see if Carter will try to proactively challenge you; That "Joanna" girl seems to have a hold on him and if she goads him into trying to take you on while hurt...

>C. Start using projectile attacks and try to hit Carter within the maximum range of your kicks. You can still win this fight by playing it smart and looking for the right opportunities to KO this slippery piece of shit.

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 12, 4, 14 = 30 (3d20)

>>706271
>A. Move in on Carter Kendall while he's still trying to get his flow back on; You're not going to get a draw in this fight, not now...
Never let a fighter settle into his groove, especially a boxer.

Rolled 10, 15, 15 = 40 (3d20)

>>706271
>A. Move in on Carter Kendall while he's still trying to get his flow back on; You're not going to get a draw in this fight, not now...

Rolled 19, 18, 14 = 51 (3d20)

>>706271
>>A. Move in on Carter Kendall while he's still trying to get his flow back on; You're not going to get a draw in this fight, not now...

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>>706281
>>706303
>>706334

>New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMeJEzyVBD0

"Well, fuck that shit!" you think as you move in him with another Hien Shippu Kyakku, clipping him in the knees just like you did with Wéixiào earlier. The big difference is Carter doesn't lose his balance and goes for a ducking underhand/overhand combination to try and keep you out of range, his punches smacking of desperation to your eyes as somebody in the crowd starts to chant your "New" name. You stalk Carter, backing him down and driving him against the ropes. Though he pivots free and leans over with a jab, in the time it takes him to blink you unleash a counter "Left Hook" against the lids of his eyes and watch Carter stumble back to the ropes as the crowd jumps to their feet, urging you to continue your violent pursuit.

"OK, come on" you think as it's unclear how much damage you did to him at first and fire off a "Super Kick" to keep him on his toes. You can hear that Joanna chick calling out to him to try and fight back among the crowd and sure enough, Carter goes for a haymaker that probably would've hurt had it connected, but now the shoe's on the other foot as you raise the drawbridge of your defense and bury your face in your hands, watching carefully as the formerly-poised Carter Kendall blurs the air with his fists, first to the face and then to your body again and again and again, as if there may not be another chance.

"Got him" you think as you counter his last hit with an Uchimata and watch him struggle to get up off the floor. You think about doing a "Show'Nuff!" pose to fuck with him and pump up the crowd, but he eventually gets back up to a standing 8-Count and get back into a sloppier-version of the stance he had at the start of the fight. "OK, you've got guts after all!" you yell back at him before blocking a kind of Dempsey Roll-ish thing, a "Strayacut" followed by a "Right Straight" to see if he gets back on his feet after that...

Though he does land on his feet, you can tell that Carter Kendall's knocked out on his feet and the bell rings, the referee quickly unlocking a gate to the ring that you didn't notice to check on him and announce:

>"You're winner, by Technical Knockout with 1 minute & 30 seconds left in the fight... FOOOOORTUUUNNNAAAAAAA MISTRAL!"

You take the arm raise and hop up on a ring post to celebrate, Joanna re-enacting the movie "Rocky" with Carter as he comes back into consciousness and tries to take a swing in your general direction before being lead out of the ring through that gate.

"Fuck, I feel like I need another massage or something; I'm fucking beat after that" you think as you walk back to the lady's locker room. "Wonder if I'll face that Knunoichi in the finals? And where did Andrew go?" you think out loud as you grab a water bottle from a vending machine.

>Roll 1d100 and Suggest an Opponent! Highest roll wins; Picture references highly encouraged.

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Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>706534
If it's the finals, use Fugetsu in >>697764. Otherwise:

Vyacheslav Ivanovich, social worker of Russian heritage. Runs his own martial arts school on the side (more like an informal circle of comrades) where he teaches and practices his pureblood Sambo. Known training partner of Blue Mary.

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>>706562

I was thinking one more fight before the finals (32 fighter roster).

>Meanwhile, outside the entrance to the arena...

>>706582
Then yeah, we'll use good guy Vyach and his Sambo.

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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>706534
Red Menace

military-dominatrix gimmick trained in....uhhh... lets say CQC? uses whip if heel

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Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>706534
Raijin Masamune, water polo champion turned fighter. Uses Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

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Sorry for the delayed response Anons; The Wi-Fi spot I was at closed suddenly because of crazy fucking weather knocking down a power pole and cutting electricity, not to mention so much rain spots of my podunk town's main street were flooded and cops were directing traffic...

I'm back home now though, so let's finish out this session yeah?

>>706562

The Big Russian Strong-Man I can't pronounce the name of takes this; Expect an Update ASAP.

>Pic Semi-Realed; This is a good idea of how much rain is coming down right now at my house.

>>707066
VYAH-cheh-slav ee-VAHN-oh-vich

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>>707076

Thanks Anon.

>>707094

Fuck me, I knew I should've used that gif... But yeah, that's a good idea of the heavens opening up.

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>>707175

No lightning yet (Thank god!)... But now the winds are picking up too.

>>707066
>>706562

You hear the knock on the door and stop stretching, a full sweat on your body from the stretching and calisthenics routine you're doing to keep yourself from getting a cramp or something at the worst possible moment.

"Just a minute!" you yell, then quickly towel yourself off and re-apply some more of that "Boob Glue" to keep yourself from giving the crowd more than they bargained for. "OK, that'll do it..." You pass a guy built like a swimmer in spandex bicycling shorts and an average-looking red-head dressed up like a Nazi "Brown Shirt" getting treated on the way to the main stage entrance, a couple of yells of "For-Tue-Nah!" as you walk past. "I'll never tire of this feeling... And shit, maybe I should become a wrestler or something to get my grab-game back to the fore." You really try to hype up the crowd this time as you head back to the ring; Slapping hands, doing some more shameless flirting with the crowd... Theye ate it up amd

>"And her opponent.... Another local favorite! By way of Sochi, Russia, VYAH-cheh-slav ee-VAHN-oh-vich! THE BONE COLLECTOR!"

You stifle a laugh at how bad the announcer was at pronouncing your next opponent's real name, but stop smiling when you see a huge, bald muscled guy dressed like he got lost on the way to an Ultra Fighter's match card walk up to the ring. "Well, it wouldn't be a tournament if there wasn't a pure grappler in the top-8..."

From how he conducts himself coming into the ring to how he spreads his arms out during the "Foreign Object" check, this "Vyacheslav" guy is a hardened veteran of these things... Yet, you can tell that underneath the body built for fighting bears and the stoic demeanor he's got a real heart and genuineness to him that feels oddly out place here in this dank, musty and creepy underground.

"Don think that this will go easy, big girl" he says with barely a trace of an accent.

"Well, you know what they say; The bigger they are..."

He chuckles at that, then explains "I learned Commando-Sambo from Dyadya Ivan, I spar with Blue Mary on regular basis... I am ready for whatever you try" he says in a nice, matter-of-fact kind of tone before sticking out his hand.

"Well fuck me, I'm up shit creek without a paddle..."

>A. Grasp his huge hand tight like an old friend, then break to get ready to figure out how to fight this guy.

>B. Refuse to shake hands with him and turn on your heels to your corner of the ring.

>C. Reluctantly shake his hand, then drop a "Pipe Bomb" on him before the start of the fight. (Write-In dialogue encouraged with this vote)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E Roll 3d20 and hit him with a "Stun-Gun Stinger"; "Tigress Mask" laughs at your concepts of "Fair Play" & Sportsmanship"! (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>>707390
>A. Grasp his huge hand tight like an old friend, then break to get ready to figure out how to fight this guy.

>>707390
>C. Reluctantly shake his hand, then drop a "Pipe Bomb" on him before the start of the fight. (Write-In dialogue encouraged with this vote)


"Sparring with Blue Mary? Then you should already be used to a girl kicking your ass!"

>>707390
>A. Grasp his huge hand tight like an old friend, then break to get ready to figure out how to fight this guy.

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>>707399
>>707423

"Fuck it, I'll let somebody else be "Tigress of The Dark". Besides, I ain't tough enough t'piss this mountain of a man off and feel good about myself." You eye his hand suspiciously for a second, a good "Heel" quip flashing through your mind before you grab hold of it like you were greeting an old friend you hadn't seen in ages. He does the same for you and gives you a friendly smack on the back before the referee/announcer breaks the two of you up and you head to your "Corners" of the octagonal ring.

"OK, OK... He's a grappler and has a lot of strength, that's a given. The real question is how fast he is and how much range he has..." You glance behind you and take a quick peek at Vyacheslav Ivanovich's gait and note that he doesn't look like a particularly fast runner, nor do his arms & legs have that much of a reach advantage over yours to be particularly scared of. "I'll keep myself from hitting the ground and see if I can get him roped into a stand-up fight, because if he takes control on the ground I don't know if I can really overpower him or make a comeback with my Judo moves... And on top of that he's not too fast either, so I might have a chance there."

You hold your arms out and rest them on the ropes behind you at the "Corner" of the ring, trying to look sexy-like for the crowd and a little bit for yourself as you ponder the possibilities and Ivanovich gets ready to go to town on you.

>""Ready…? FIGHT!"

>(Roll 3d20 with each vote.)

>A. Rush him down like you don't have a care in the world and use your speed to land combinations like no tomorrow.

>B. Let him come to you and counter any grab attempts with your patented "Fist & Boot-to-Face" therapy course.

>C. Finally make liberal use of your projectiles and "Play it Lame"; Most grapplers HATE that and it might give you the safe opening you need to score some damage.

>D. Write-In Vote.

===

>Pause Updates

Thanks for coming back after the forced one-day break everybody; It means a lot to me and my confidence as a QM. Fortunately, my schedule is completely open for the next few days, so expect this thread to resume tomorrow at the same old 10 AM PST/1 PM EST/5 PM GMT starting time.

>Player Question:
Should the next thread be a Side-Story Prequel set in an earlier age of South Town? Or just keep everything in the present yime?

>Bonus Question:
Lewds. Yay, Nay or "Make a Pastebin for that stuff" ?

Rolled 5, 6, 18 = 29 (3d20)

>>707600
>C. Finally make liberal use of your projectiles and "Play it Lame"; Most grapplers HATE that and it might give you the safe opening you need to score some damage.
Thank you for running.
Keep everything in the present.
>If you want.

Rolled 19, 15, 15 = 49 (3d20)

>>707600
>C. Finally make liberal use of your projectiles and "Play it Lame"; Most grapplers HATE that and it might give you the safe opening you need to score some damage.

Don't stretch yourself too thin coming up with all this content if you don't have to. The history of South Town is finicky as it is between AOF/FF and KOF.
The running lewd rule is to make a pastebin for it, unless you want your thread pruned. If you're gonna do it, do it.

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>>707615
>>707622

I only asked about the lewds because I'm cool with not doing any, but if my players really, REALLY wanted some I would try to oblige. I would probably suck so bad I would become the laughingstock of /qtg/ if I tried, but whatever I'm cool with no lewds if the rest of y'all are.

>Don't stretch yourself too thin coming up with all this content if you don't have to. The history of South Town is finicky as it is between AOF/FF and KOF.

Doing the character bios has taught me that among the OCs or "Legacy" characters (Tatsuya & Ellie) I have, only three of them have backstories that would be rich & detailed enough to do a side-thread about and only two of them might be actually interesting for me to QM through...

I do plan on posting a couple more Bios before heading off to sleep but I'm going to take a break and bust out some dishes to clean.

>>707711
More bios are always welcome.

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>>707711
The option for lewd(bins) has never really come up before, so it hasn't crossed the audience's mind, despite however much of an undercover sexbomb Katja is and how she fucked Mai while possessed by the mask. The original Katja was almost perpetually sexually confused and frustrated, so the inclusion of lewds would be under the assumption that she actually gets some (or you're doing a side story with Jean or Kazahaya fucking some side bitch). If original Katja and Angel ultimately hooked up, you could've posted the option then.

>>707770
In other words, if you're going to do lewdbins, there should be reason to do so, and not just because anon wouldn't say no to it.

Rolled 5, 5, 12 = 22 (3d20)

>>707600
>C. Finally make liberal use of your projectiles and "Play it Lame"; Most grapplers HATE that and it might give you the safe opening you need to score some damage.

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>>707770
>>707956

... Those are very good points Anon. I'll take /qtg/'s suggestions with a grain of salt from now on.

>>707754

OK then...

Full Name: Tsuyako Horikawa AKA "Tsunami Tsuyako"
Birthday/Age: July 11th, 20 years old
Height: 5' 9 & 1/2"
Weight: Unknown (Billed at up to 230lbs during wrestling matches)
Blood type: O
Birthplace: Naha, Okinawa, Japan
Family/Relatives: Unknown Biological Father, Hatsune (Mother)
Occupation: Professional Wrestler
Likes: "Long walks on the beach, Candle-lit baths... ;-)"
Dislikes: Confined/Cramped spaces, Clothes that don't fit
Hobbies: Studying Nutrition
Favorite Food: Karaage Pufferfish
Forte in Sports: Shot-Put
Favorite Music: Enka
Measurements: N/A
Special Skill: Deep-Sea Pearl Diving
Most Unpleasant: Deep-Sea Pearl Diving
Personal Treasures: Her Mother's Best Friend's Jacket, Her Father's Headband, Her Sparring Gloves
Weapons: None
Fighting Style: Freestyle Wrestling

>The only daughter of an accomplished Olympian & Professional Wrestler "Hurricane Hatsune" Horikawa), Tsuyako grew up with serious body issues and deep psychological trauma from being mercilessly teased about body type and weight while living and going to school in Okinawa. On the advice of a few of her mother's friends Tsuyako began to take up Judo & Wrestling to improve her self-esteem and, in time, became a feared amateur competitor.

>Following a new set of tax laws that targeted comparatively heavy-set people(The so-called "Metabo" law), Hatsune and Tsuyako relocated to The United States of America and at the age of 17, Tsuyako was admitted to college in Hawaii and some tapes of her wrestling reached the offices of the "Wrestling Total Federation". With encouragement from Hatsune, Tsuyako took the job and though the company died within a year of her hiring, she met and worked some matches with "Ultima" and ended up joining her in the newly-revamped "Southtown Wrestling Federation" despite them not having a dedicated Women's Division.

>Tsuyako has a unique moveset that mixes all kinds of "Flashy" & "Hard-Hitting" wrestling techniques into a catch-all style, much like her mother's used to be. Her ability to fly through the air with a soaring grace despite her... "Physical Presence" has made her a fan-favorite in the SWF, but her unique submissions and impressive ground-game are a real highlight. Her greatest weaknesses are the same as with most grapplers: A lack of range and the lack of a reliable way to get close to projectile-happy opponents.

Note: No currently existing picture that's Blue-Board Safe can convey how T H I C C Tsuyako is compared to every other KOF female, but Pic Related is a good start on the hairstyle, hair color, skin color, face shape & eye color.

>>707711
Wéixiào femdom when?
JK

>>708091
you gotta be inspired to do smut. you gotta want those fictional characters to fuck.

assault the senses. the softness of skin. the heat of the body. the pussy juice glistening as it drips down her thighs etc

>>708137

Yeah... When I still was crazy/stupid enough to try and salvage Bizuki Iijima as a character, I was in that mood. I have yet to really come close enough to that state again... I think it's helped me as a QM though.

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Now for a villain, because why not?

Full Name: Andrew Commodore Draco
Birthday/Age: October 31st, 28 Years old
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 205 Lbs
Blood type: AB
Birthplace: Southtown, USA
Family/Relatives: Commodore (Father, Deceased), Tommy (Brother, Deceased), Ian (Uncle), Jessica (Mother)
Occupation: Professional Racing Car Driver
Likes: "A lot of things"
Dislikes: "A lot of things"
Hobbies: Photography, Writing, Bowling, Golf
Favorite Food: None in Particular
Forte in Sports: Baseball
Favorite Music: "Whatever my friends are blasting"
Special Skill: "Like I'd know that."
Most Unpleasant: Nothing
Personal Treasures: An antique Winchester Rifle, A helmet his father wore while in the USAF, his "Baby Borg" trophy
Weapons: "Whatever I can find I guess..."
Fighting Style: "Like I have one."

>Andrew Draco has seen too much shit in his life to properly talk about it in less than 1500 characters.

>As part of physical therapy from a near-fatal accident, Andrew began to learn Martial Arts and lucked into getting in on the ground floor of what would later become known as "Blood Aikido". Uniquely, Andrew mastered both the Offense-oriented and Defense-oriented sides of the curriculum to help temper his wild, brawling tendencies. As such, Andrew seems to be a "Jack of All Trades; Master of None" kind of fighter with attack counters, a pseudo-projectile, a true Anti-Air and even a command grab... However, he seems to have trouble fighting in front of large crowds of people and has had issues with dealing with his "Survival Instincts" kicking in at the wrong time.

>>708161
Fuckin' Bizuki. That was a trip and a half trying to make sense of and deal with her. She was just too out there with her powers and overall strength, on top of relentlessly tormenting Katja and exacerbating her sexual identity crisis.

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>>708259

Well, my vision of her was as a parody of the kind of bullshit that Falcoon brought to the table with the Maximum Impact series of games as well as the Ash Crimson Saga's more ridiculous plot points. The problem was that I went in too deep and it stopped being a straight parody almost immediately... For which I apologize.

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>>708287
>Wanted to lampoon Falcoon
Dude, that's not hard. Just try and replace the original cast with your own OCs, make them annoying as shit, and try to sell them as super strong and trendy. Chae Lim and Duke were the only good MI characters. You could salvage Lien Neville if you put in a lot of work.

>>708334
Falcoon's problem was that his OCs tried to make the KOF veterans look bad, from Alba and Soiree trying to replace the Bogards in their retelling of Fatal Fury, to Nagase being a cunt to pretty much everyone but being sold as very strong. In Weasel's case, his OCs (even those that try to outdo Katja at being "UNIQUE") don't try to overtake the original cast but merely supplement them and make them credible competition. A truly serious Terry would wipe the floor with Katja, and that's okay, because he's Terry fucking Bogard, the Hungry Wolf himself and South Town's number one living legend.

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>>708334

I guess I kind of wanted to do a sort of "Ghosts of KOF Bosses Past, Present & Future" deal? With her being the dark future of the series if it followed trends like KOF XIII did? I'dunno, I over-complicated it and regret it to this day. Duke was damn fun and with May Lee's VA sadly gone from this world, Chae Lim could make a comeback... No idea how you could translate Lien into a 2D fighting game, because what the hell she had more emphasis on her dial-a-combos than her special moves & supers (Which functionally all sucked).

>>708370

Well yeah, that's because I liked how Street Fighting Man went and did his own lore and, in the end, the very best fighters in his quests were merely equal or slightly worse/specialized than the best oldschool Street Fighter characters.

>(even those that try to outdo Katja at being "UNIQUE")

It's a forced uniqueness though. Kat is Kat because she's not trying to be anybody except herself; Fiona & Tsuyako are wrestlers working for a company that still believes in kayfabe and the pressure of wearing their "Masks" in public all of the time are starting to change their "Faces" (Which is pretty much why Mai couldn't stand being around them all of the time in the old KOF Quest; They reminded her too much of herself and how she acts trying to woo Andy Bogard).

>>708446

Actually, better analogy: Mai is in denial that her personality change is that drastic trying to seduce Andy into marriage...

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>>708446
>Mai hated Fiona and Tsuyako because they put her at risk realizing she acted fake around Andy
I never really picked up on that. I remember original Katja was sold to be unique because she physically looked like literally no other KOF woman: she was Australian, tall, dark, muscular, amazon-like, even scarred, with short cropped blonde hair, and able to hide her impressive figure very well. Then we got Tsuyako, an exceptionally THICC wrestler, and Fiona, an amazon who was ever so slightly bigger than Katja. Of course, Katja Prime got the "NESTS test tube baby/secret super project" angle as time went on, so she had that going for her.

Our current Katja (practically confirmed to be another wild clone of Katherine/Katja Prime) is in the same boat, except she's not as emotionally fragile as the original and has some vague sense of her taste in partner. That said, now that I think about it, our current Katja seems to have inherited old Katja's intense bad luck streak; this is on top of the even bigger identity crisis she's having.

>>708510
On top of Katja-1 (as opposed to original Katja) being more exposed to, and a formerly active participant in, the seedy underground of South Town, as has been regularly hinted at.

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>>708510
>>708524

Fiona & Tsuyako were hold-overs from a "Fatal Fury in the NeoWave 80's" Quest that I thought about doing, but decided not to go ahead with for whatever reason.

Anyway, I'm going to bed.

>>708287
> wanted to make his own Ash Crimson
>succeed TOO well

how ironical

>>708727

Would you say that it's like pottery?

>>707615
>>707622
>>708087

>Updates Resume

The bell rings and you keep your distance from Ivanovich, watching him take his sweet time coming towards you. His guard isn't nearly as good as that Carter guy you last fought, but you know for a fact that this dude's going to really hurt you if you make a mistake... So, you do the motion of charging up to throw out a Ko'ouken, but fake Ivanovich out and sock him in the face with a Left Hook. Though it didn't seem to do any damage, it surprised the big guy long enough that you're able to hop away and stuff his standing jab with a Right Straight.

Again, Ivanovich brushes it off but you can already tell that he wasn't expecting you to move so fast and slip out of his grab attempt with a Ko'ouken at point-blank range. That one seems to stagger him for just long enough for you to open up some distance and fire off another one, Ivanovich simply stopping in place to block it. "He must not be used to projectiles... Interesting..."

You do one more Ko'ouken and see him roll past it, but quickly hit him out of standing back up with your Zanretsuken punches. Though they don't seem to do much harm to him, they do more than enough to keep Ivanovich off-balance and allow you to get a quick "Strayacut" in on the last hit. Curiously, the uppercut doesn't pop him up into the air like you expected it to and he quickly grabs your feet and tackles you to the ground. You put your hands up to guard any incoming punches, but instead he starts to do a "Giant Swing" and throws you over to one of the far edges of the octagon. While the landing on your butt isn't what most would call "Pleasant", it didn't do as much damage to you as you would've expected and you spring back to your feet and fire off another Ko'ouken, clipping Ivanovich as he charged at you.

"He's either holding back to make this a show or he really can't deal with the ranged game I'm using..."

>(Roll 3d20 with each vote.)

>A. Keep up your "Annoying-but-Effective" long-range offense; Ivanovich isn't fast enough to catch you out and if you can just keep out of his range...

>B. Let the big Russian galoot come to you and stuff his grab attempts with quick counter-hits as well as hit-and-run tactics.

>C. Try to get in on him and do some rush-down combos to show Ivanovich you're not scared of taking this fight up close & personal.

>D. Write-In Vote.

Note: Due to how hard it was for 4chan to even load an image for me last night, I'll refrain from posting updates with images until the connection improves.

Rolled 9, 3, 8 = 20 (3d20)

>>709873
>B. Let the big Russian galoot come to you and stuff his grab attempts with quick counter-hits as well as hit-and-run tactics.

Rolled 13, 6, 17 = 36 (3d20)

>>709873
>>A. Keep up your "Annoying-but-Effective" long-range offense; Ivanovich isn't fast enough to catch you out and if you can just keep out of his range...

>>709894
Goddamnit. I have terrible rolls.

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>>709894
>>709920

OK then it's >T-T-T-TIE BREAKER Time!

Link back to this post ASAP with your vote. The option with the highest number of new votes will take it.

>Pic Unrelated

>>709970
Go with A since I remember being near grabblers is a bad idea.

Rolled 8, 17, 19 = 44 (3d20)

>>709873
>A. Keep up your "Annoying-but-Effective" long-range offense; Ivanovich isn't fast enough to catch you out and if you can just keep out of his range...

>>709894
>>709920
>>710108

You pick a spot near the center of the ring and try to lead Ivanovich towards it, then land a "Super Kick" to the guy's chin. It knocks him back a little, but not enough to completely stop him from driving you into canvass again and going for some punches to your head. You've done enough Judo and cross-trained with some BJJ guys in college to know what to do here and block most of his strikes while trying to land the "Ude-Hishigi-Juji-Gatame". "Almost... THERE!" You manage to move out of the way of his last punch and use his confusion to try and lock in your perpendicular Arm Bar, the crowd starting to yell and sound like they were speaking in tongues to you, the fairly-large room this is all taking place in shrinking to your ears with every voice that bounces off the walls.

Unfortunately for you, Ivanovich is no stranger to this kind of thing either and breaks out of the arm bar in one piece, then again tries to "Mount" you while you roll around on the floor and stand back up. "Stick with the plan, stick with the plan..." You hit him with another Ko'ouken, but it seems to do no damage at all as Ivanovich charges with an elbow to your face. It only barely manages to hit you and even then, it packed a real wallop as the room spins around for a second and put your guard up, hopping back to then try and get Ivanovich with Hien Shippu Kyaku. The first two hits of it connect, but he somehow manages to block that last one and does a leg-sweep into leg-lock, again sending the two of you to the mat.

"Fuck me, he's got it on tight." The pressure Ivanovich is putting on your legs is impressive, but he didn't seem to lock in the submission as tight as either of you thought he did and quickly get out of it and throw out another Ko'ouken, this one finally knocking him over. You eye him up as he gets up off of his back and says something in Russian at you while smacking himself back into focus, another quick Ko'ouken to keep his guard up. "About time he's starting to feel some of the hits I've given him... Ah shit, me too? Damn it."

You hit him out of his clumsy grab attempt with a Left Hook, then follow it up with a Right Straight but back away from Ivanovich before you let yourself get too greedy. You circle around him, your legs still sturdy and your speed still there as he seems to be at a loss of what to do, the sinking feeling that this fight's going to time popping up in your head.

>A. Get more proactive against Ivanovich; Your attacks might actually hurt him now and he looks "Gassed" to you.

>B. Keep fishing for Counter-Hits and try to use some of your Judo throws; Projectiles don't seem to be working.

>C. Look for the opening you need to land a "Desperation Move" and end this fight quickly; You're not sure how much more of this you can take Please Specify from the movelist in the Pastebin at the top of the page).

>D. Write-In Vote.

Rolled 13, 4, 13 = 30 (3d20)

>>710136
>C. Look for the opening you need to land a "Desperation Move" and end this fight quickly; You're not sure how much more of this you can take Please Specify from the movelist in the Pastebin at the top of the page).
Aim for the Ryuuko Ranbuu. Going for the Stun-Gun Stinger against a grappler is risky. If we had the Haoh Sho Gou Ken, that would be nifty.

>>710136
>B. Keep fishing for Counter-Hits and try to use some of your Judo throws; Projectiles don't seem to be working.

Rolled 13, 18, 17 = 48 (3d20)

>>710157

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>>710156
>>710157

More >T-T-T-TIE BREAKER action? OK then, y'all know what to do.

>Pic, as always, is Unrelated

>>710157
>>710259

>>710259
Fine, I'll go with B, although I think getting in a grapple fight with a submission expert is risky.

>>710161
>>710156

"Fuck it, let's keep throwing this stuff at the wall and see if it'll stick." With the invisible clock ticking and Ivanovich looking tired, you keep up the strategy you had before and look to try and bait him into making mistakes that you can counter for big damage. You can hear him breathing hard as you dodge a good jab to your midsection and hit him with a kick to the shins, getting him off-balance enough that you're able to land an Uchimata (Because with how tired you're starting to feel and how big Ivanovich is, no way would an Ippon Seoinage work). He goes down with ease and you almost clip him in the head with a Hien Shippu Kyaku, but he blocks it and again gets you down on your back and tries to get into a "Full Mount" position. Fortunately for you, Ivanovich's speed has dropped drastically since the start of the fight and you easily get back to your feet with no real harm done and hit him with a "Super Kick" to the chest. It staggers him back towards the ropes and you fire off a Ko'ouken that he doesn't even try to block while getting his guard back up.

"Just a little more..." In the words of a certain commentator for The South Town Wrestling federation, you're smelling blood in the water right now and again break free of Ivanovich's lazy grab attempt to hit him with a short, standing uppercut that has him reeling, then follow up with your wild-looking "Zanretsuken" to really lay on the hurt. "Well, this guy is supposed to be Blue Mary's sparring partner; He's used to a hot chick kicking his ass." You grin at him as you go in for the kill and stop to charge your momentarily charge your Ki, but Ivanovich stops you cold with a chokeslam SAMBO practitioners use as part of a Suplex. You feel the wind get knocked out of you as you land on the floor and struggle for breath as Ivanovich tries to land a couple of cheap shits to your body before you can get up, a few boos from the crowd over his tactics. "That's a first for this kind of crowd, I'll reckon... Alright, no more games Vyacheslav."

You can see from the look on his face that Ivanovich's hurting badly from your last couple of strikes and part of you wants to go in and wreck his ass for trying to hit you while you were down, yet there's something in his eye that suggests that he's beside himself for letting his anger override his conscious... So, instead of going all-out on him, you do a bread-and-butter combination to open him up (A hopping Hard Kick into a couple of crouching Light Punches before that standing uppercut again) and use all of your might to lift him up over your shoulder with the "Ippon Seoinage", the momentum of Ivanovich's weight sending you to floor along with him. You get back up to your feet by using the ring ropes, but Ivanovich's struggling to stand and the referee starts to count him out, the crowd joining on in the fun.

"C'mon mate, just stay down... I don't want to hurt ya' more than I have to."

>Cont.

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>>710458

To your relief, Ivanovich doesn't get up in time and although he does get back to standing up under his own power, he chooses to rest on the nearest turnbuckle as you feel you arm getting raised in triumph. You quickly take it out of the referee's hands though and tell Ivanovich "Great fight mate" with a hug before sliding out of the ring, the cage taking it's sweet-ass time to rise up enough for you to get out.

"One more fight... Goddamn, I might actually pull this off for once." The walk back to the locker room was without any real incident, but Kazahaya was waiting for you in front of the door. "Aw sheeit, what does he fuckin' want now?"

"Come on in babe, I want to talk with you" he says, a concerned tone in his voice.

You sigh and nod, Kazahaya locking the door behind you as sit down on the nearest bench. "If he's gonna bring up taking a dive now, I fucking swear..."

"You're really impressing a lot of people out there tonight, huh?"

"I guess" you say with a huff. "But what's gon' on Kaz?"

"Nothing, nothing... I just wanted to wish you luck before you went back out there for the finals; You've got a lot riding on you, you know?"

>A. "Yeah yeah, just like old times and all of that right?"

>B. Ask him if you can get another massage before the final match starts; You're feeling mighty sore right now.

>C. Roll 1d20 and tell him "Cut the bullshit Wind. what do you want?" (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. "I'm fighting Andrew in the Finals, aren't I?"

>>710505
>A. "Yeah yeah, just like old times and all of that right?"
>B. Ask him if you can get another massage before the final match starts; You're feeling mighty sore right now.
Just more confirmation that Katja-1 was the Shen Woo of the South Town underground until...stuff happened.

>>710505
>B. Ask him if you can get another massage before the final match starts; You're feeling mighty sore right now.

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>>710529
>>710531

"Yeah yeah, just like old times and all of that right?" "You think I could squeeze in one more full-body before the final match? That Russian bear fucking tore me up..."

"Really? Shit, you're really are getting old huh?" Kazahaya asks.

"Maybe... I mean shit, I fought Joe Higashi, you a couple days ago... I need some time after this to rest and stretch and stuff."

"Ah well, we all can't be grinders that go forever like Terry Bogard & Ryo Sakazaki... I'll see if we can stall it for you" Kazahaya says before taking his leave through a door hidden behind a pair of fake-looking lockers.

"At least he looks out for me..." You do a couple of stretches to pass the time, part of you wondering if that "Fuugetsu" chick is somewhere in here perving on you, but feel quite stiff in your joints as well as your neck, so you stop earlier than you'd like and look yourself over in the mirror. All things considered, you still don't look too bad; There are a couple of welts on your shoulders from the first fight, a couple near your neck from fighting Ivanovich and a nasty little bruise near the center of your forehead that your mask thankfully covers... Not too bad for not doing this on a regular basis in over a year.

"Some make-up before the finals wouldn't hurt though..." You grab your bag of now rotten-smelling clothes and find the travel kit make-up bag you carry around in your purse, then applu some blush to the bruises that are visible on your face, some rouge to your eyelids, some mascara as a base... And instantly your whole look has changed, something Kazahaya notes on as "Fuujin" follows him in.

"Hot damn, you're looking good."

"Yeah, thought I should give myself a touch-up before the finals... Oh, and do you have any, like, places you could do my laundry?"

"Come on... Really?" Kazahaya asks as "Fuujin" does a quiet little "Ojou-san" laugh. "OK, OK, they'll be done in a little bit... Now strip down and get on the bench; The crowd's going to be getting restless if you don't hustle."

With those words Kazahaya leaves and "Fuujin" starts to prep a fold-out table that you didn't notice that she was carrying, then take off your mask and One-piece Swimsuit-like singlet and lay face down on it. "Gah, I hope this doesn't fuck up my make-up..."

>Roll 1d100 to regain health during the massage! (Only the first 3 rolls will be counted)

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>710789

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>710789

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>710789
One more for the road.

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>>711090

Had to take care of a few things around the house and lost track of time. Sorry for the delay Anons!

>>710809
>>710812

You're amazed at how many creaks, cracks and groans "Fuujin's" hands wring out of you in such a short time, energy like you had in that first fight with Wéixiào flowing through your body again. She cuts it shorter than last time though and actually helps you up off of the table as you go to put your costume back on.

"Thanks again, really" you tell her in Japanese as you do all of the little things that make your costume stay on and the "Money Marks" in the crowd lust after you (As well as re-do your make-up; It did smudge up a little when you laid down in the table face-hole).

She again says nothing before leaving through that "Hidden" door in the lockers and you do one last little warm-up stretch before you head back out, your body feeling even more supple & lithe than when you fought Joe Higashi earlier in the day. The walk to the ring is short, but you use it drown out the sounds of the crowd and the announcer (Who FINALLY got your name sounding right) and focus on the prize ahead of you. When you finally get there, you put on the "Cute/Sexy Cat-Girl" act from earlier in the night to some pops from the crowd, but again quickly get back to being serious as the lights dim and introductions for your opponent start.

>"And the challenger... Another fresh face to these octagonal circles! From Japan, here is the mysterious... FUUUUUUUUGETSU!"

There's a spotlight hovering on the other side of the ring where your opponent usually is revealed and starts to make their way down, but something feels... "Off" about this right now. "Aw fuck me, what the hell is all this now....?" Soon the lights shut off, the crowd being sent into a panic and some asshole near your corner yelling "OH GOD IT'S A RAID ISN'T IT OH GOD!!!" before an explosion from the doors on that side of this underground arena kick the lights back on, revealing...

"Noooooooooo... I'll take Ninja Bitch over him."

>New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1GAPqI_WWM

Yep, it's Andrew in that stupid "Lucha-driver" suit all right... And he's clutching Fuugetsu by the collar of where her bodysuit ends with one hand while energy flows through the other.

>"W-Well Ladies and Gentlemen! We seem to.. Errr... Have a change of plans! The New Challenger! From Parts Unknown! One of the most successful combatants we've ever had here on "Kazahaya Underground", give it up for MISSSTTTEEEERRRRRRRRR X!"

"Mr. X" tosses Fuugetsu aside like how a young child would throw away a broken toy and walks to the ring, a dark aura surrounding his body yo can almost see as the lighting changes from the bright-ish green to a dark purple that feels... Almost familiar to you...?

>Cont.