Description: A square stone platform raised three feet off the ground. A stadium of a crowd surrounds the entire field (so ignore the backdrop in the above picture).
Field Measurements:
Stone Platform - 40 x 40 yards Surrounding Grass - 15 yards between the platform and the audience
Ten Count Boundary: As soon as both feet touch the grass, the ring out count begins. Going higher than forty yards into the air starts a ten count.
Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 11:48 pm
Where Rosalyn had to disappeared was an unsolved mystery. Ever since Heaven or Hell, where Rosalyn and Robyn infamously clashed in the Crimson Hawk spa, the succubus had vanished from the public eye. Where had the temptress gone? Rumors circulated amongst her fans that she had finally been captured and damned to the darkest caverns of the abyss in exile. Others had heard that she was killed by her former teammate during a lover's quarrel. Needless to say, when Rosalyn's name appeared on the competitor roster for the sixth Gaian Tenkaichi Budoukai, there was a great deal of buzz in the loyal circles.
The crowd hummed as they waited for the combatants to enter the field. The air was still and dry, and the atmosphere was thick with the crowd's impatient disposition. What was taking so long? Where were the fighters? As their patience wore thin the low murmur of the crowd grew louder until several angry shouts erupted sporadically.
But the crowd came to a total, collective hush when a shapely figure approached the raised platform. She walked with a deliberate slowness. The way her hips swayed was provocative, and the pendulum-like swinging of her tail that followed was hypnotic. She stepped onto the platform and made her way near the center. Her rich, caramel skin basked in the sun's warms light. Once she was near the center of the platform she pushed her hips out to the left and rested her left hand there. The right remained low letting her ghastly whip drag the ground.
Rosalyn peered over her shoulder into the stands. As she turned her head her long, vivid red tresses fell neatly over her shoulders. She was magnificent, and perfection alone did not do her justice. Her statuesque figure was draped in the costume that drove her fans crazy. The bedlah, a bright red just like her bewitching eyes, scantily clothed her intimate areas but not much else. Her arms were decorated with gold bangles, and fitted around her narrow waist was a golden belt.
After a couple of moments of marveling at the paragon of beauty standing before them, the crowd roared with cheers. Rosalyn's tiny wings fluttered and her tail flicked to one side.
And to the delight of all her fans, The Queen had returned.
Not his usual style, normally he was flashy and would put on a show, but today he was focused on other matters. Ending this round so he could find something to eat. He was starving and too lazy to bring anything with him. However, he had a job to do, up hold his title and the Trancy name. He missed Heaven of Hell and his own tournament has yet to begun. So if he failed, it wouldn't be a problem just another chanced to gather information to use for his family's project. If he wins, than thats another story.
He was excited for this new challenge.
He ignored the crowd and turned his attention to his opponent. A very attractive woman. A man would probably die to be with her. Grimm on the other hand just raised a brow. He loves a woman that can kick his a**, but her demeanor kinda reminded him of his sister. A little scary, but he could be wrong due to his lack of surgar.
And the whip made him want to play with it. He couldn't help it, it was his curious nature he never grew out of. Its why he gets in so much trouble. Hopefully he can control himself during this match. He stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. He would wait to use hammer space, it might screw him over before things really get started and he didn't want to get too cocky. The last time he under estimated an opponent he ended up stuck grappling and a hole in his chest.
"I haven't fought a girl in a while. I don't want to hurt that pretty face so I'll aim low."
When the man finally appeared in the arena Rosalyn turned her attention from the crowd and onto him. Despite him being a little over ten yards away she had no difficulty aligning her gaze directly with his. "How considerate," she said. Her smile was soft, friendly even, as she continued to chat. "But you know we don't have to do this, sugar. We could just as easily go enjoy a warm lunch and a nice, cool drink." It was a sincere offer, but the succubus didn't expect the man to take her up on it. Fighters weren't normally the brightest bunch.
Rosalyn moistened her soft, supple lips with her tongue. Her wings fluttered again and her tail whipped playfully. As her gaze remained affixed with the man's the darkness inside of her concentrated itself within her left hand.
-- Ku 100% Hot Touch lv. 1
Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:29 pm
Dear Princess Molestia
(( Im sorry its taking me so long to reply, Im having complications from my surgery. sweatdrop))
Lunch and a drink?
Very tempting, a lot better than busting his a** to win this tournament. He would take her up on that offer without a second thought, but he had a statement to make and the tournament was the best place to do it. Or he could go around and annoy the ******** out of people, it was fun but got boring after five minutes. Lunch would be great, but he would have to pass. He removed his Claws of Hades from the inside of his jacket and draped the chains on his shoulders, making a good offence and defence for now. He could feel something emitting from her and was prepared to take it on, but he mainly wanted to see what she could with that whip. However, that was sure to come later. Right now he had to focus on what she was brewing.
"I would love to have lunch, Im extremelly hungry and trying to hold back the urge to chew on you, but this is business, we can do lunch later. So please don't hurt me too bad. I'm a whimp and I can't take the pain."
Rosalyn noticed the man draping himself with the chains, but her unmoving eyes remained locked with his. "It's a real shame that you feel that way," she said with a pout. "But I've learned that it's much more gratifying to indulge. So don't hold back your urges, darling. We should leave now and enjoy each others' company."
As the succubus continued her efforts to court the man the energy swelled inside of her hand even more.
-- Ku 100% Hot Touch lv. 2
Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 3:00 am
Dear Princess Molestia
"You're right, we should."
Grimm knew what game she was playing, he does it himself, but he would play along. He approached her and stopped once he was about a foot away, he then crouched down and stared up at her like a lost puppy eger to please his master. To his kind this was a sign of submission to a woman, asking if he was worthy to be in her presence and claim her as his own. No woman has ever been able to tame him and it wasn't going to happen now. Being in this position gave him a good shot to sweep her legs out from under her at any moment if necessary or aim for her torso.
"The fighting is pointless so pointless, I don't really remember why Im here. Do you like ice cream? We can get ice cream its really good. There's cake too and cookies! Can we get those mini cupcakes?"
He always had a boyish innocent side to him that he only showed to throw people off or it would just come naturally when he's not thinking about it. Either way it was cute and deadly.
He was trying to hold back his hunger but the words she said kept playing in his head. It more fun to indulge, don't hold back yor urges. It was a constant annoyance, an addiction and he needed his next hit. Grimm's mouth was full of razor sharp teeth designed to tear flesh off bone and with septic pathogens in his saliva, he would leave a nasty wound that will fester and rot the tissue around it. But he was waiting for the perfect time to take a bite.
Without any effort Rosalyn had led the man to where she wanted him. Moving on as she had been planning wasn't going to accomplish anything more than she what had already done, leading her to question, was doing it really necessary? Of course it was, simply because she enjoyed the thrill of completely dominating a man.
Ever since the man first appeared in the arena the two of them had kept their gaze on each other, and as he approached the succubus that didn't change. Her eyes dimly glowed for a fleeting second. They focused so intently on the man that it looked as if Rosalyn was trying to peer directly into his mind.
"Honey, I'll let you sample the sweetest treat there is. But first, come here. I really admire a nice body. Stand still and lift up your arms so I can feel your muscles," she ordered. There was something different about the way Rosalyn spoke. Even when giving a command her voice was enchanting, the invitation being practically sung to the man. There wasn't a reason any reason to not obey her. She wasn't threatening, and her song-like voice was disarming.
-- Ku 96% Hot Touch lv. 2
Name: Hypnosis Cost: 5% Ku Description: When looking directly into the eyes of a target for an uninterrupted period of two posts Rosalyn gains access to a heightened form of suggestion that causes the target to act accordingly to her will. She can not use this technique to have a character do something entirely uncharacteristic of them. For example, Rosalyn would not be able to convince a healthy and stable person to commit suicide. The maximum duration character can be under hypnosis in a single encounter is three posts. Only a single person at a time can be under the hypnosis spell. Breaking Rosalyn's concentration will terminate the hypnosis effect.
(( If possible, could you PM me the details of what Grimm is wearing? What kind of pants are they? Are they held up by belt and stuff, and so on. ))
Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:19 am
Dear Princess Molestia
Her voice was enchanting, he was surprised she still had his attention after all this time. Maybe he was interested in some ways and would really like to forget about the tournament to kick it with her. But it was all in his head. Just her playing mind games, and she was good. Perfect for a Devil of Paradise. However, playing with his mind was a dangerous thing that many have learned to regret.
Grimm did what he was told.
He stood from being croutched but didn't lift his arms up, he placed his hands on the chains still draped on his shoulders.
"You don't want to do that."
Being touched was something he rarely allowed anyone to do. No one really knew why due to his unwillingness to talk about the issue. Those who are are allowed have to be trusted and close to him. Meaning, none of her tricks will work and if she tried she will lose a limb.
Rosalyn stepped closer to the man and tilted her head up so she could watch him. She lifted her right hand up and held the lead ball secured by the braiding of the whip close to his throat. "And why wouldn't I want to do that, sugar?" she said with a playful giggle. "Just take a deep breath and relax."
Her left hand continued to gather more energy as it floated towards his waist. Without looking the hand moved down, and then forward again. This was something she had done often enough to not need her eyes to aide her. Her fingers tugged on the man's zipper and snaked their way through the opening in the fabric.
Rosalyn didn't need to search inside his pants like she were timid. There wasn't enough talent in the universe to put on that act convincingly anyway, and besides, she already knew exactly what she wanted. Her hand, dangerously hot like a stove top, darted right for his most intimate parts. Her fingers curled to cup and squeeze them lovingly with her burning touch.
"How does that feel, love?" Rosalyn said with a wide grin.
-- Ku 96% Hot Touch lv. 3
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 5:59 am
Dear Princess Molestia
Grimm was surprised with how this fight was going. Instead of throwing punches he was being seduced in front of an entire crowd that seemed to have gone silent as they watched the event taking place in the arena. Things were getting heated and he was feeling out of place in more ways than one. It was hard to figure out and explain what was going through his mind as he gazed down at the woman before him. Watching her movement, feeling the heat of energy emitting from her and seeing her fingers tug on the zipper of his pants, eager to touch the most intimate and sensitive part of his body.
'Oh the Wicked Games we play.'
The second he felt her heated touch he instanly reacted. Breaking eye contact. He then grabbed her by the wrist removing her hand away from his waist and held it firmly, keeping her in place as he bent down and bit into her shoulder. With a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and septic pathogens in his saliva he would leave a nasty wound along with broken bones from the strength in his jaws.
He could devour her, but the energy she held in her hand could still be a problem no matter what she decided to do with it. But all he could think about was how bad he wanted her. Maybe not the way she had planned but atleast it was something.
Just as Rosalyn's fingers curled around the man's privates she felt his sudden resistance to her advances. Her alarmed eyes darted down to the hand that seized her wrist, and less than a moment later they had already returned to his face.
Was the man really fighting back, or was this him no longer able to resist acting on whatever savage desire that drove him? Rosalyn could honestly care less. Breaking him was going to be fun either way.
As soon as she felt him grab her wrist she reacted instinctively and was already pulling away defensively. Her left foot stepped back and she yanked her arm to wrench herself from his grasp.
As Rosalyn pressed her weight onto her left foot she violently swung her torso to the right from the hips. Her right wrist flipped to a pronated grip and her arm traveled in an upward arc as the man dove in to rend her flesh. She delivered a crushing blow to the one place more sensitive than the intimates, the face. The heavy, sap-like end of the whip was a wrecking ball, smashing whatever structure it collided with to dust.
-- Ku 96% Hot Touch lv. 3
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 6:54 pm
Dear Princess Molestia
If she really wanted to bring him to his knees it would of been best to hit him where it would hurt the most. She had a clear shot, he left himself wide open for any kind of punishment she felt was best to bring him down. But no, she went for his face. It hurt like hell, dazed him a bit and forced him to back off for the moment. A normal man would have severe fractures to the face, lucky for him he wasn't normal and only received a busted lip and a cracked nose.
"That wasn't nice."
On instinct the Claws came to life, lashing out as the chains snaked around her waiting for the perfect time to act.
((Sorry, crappy post. I haven't slept in 2 days.))
Rosalyn relished the sickening crunch of the man’s nose behind the impact of the ball. The collision sent a vibration coursing through her body that made her thighs quiver. But the sensation passed just as quickly as it came, and not yet satiated, Rosalyn craved more. The succubus focused on the task at hand, as there was no point in letting opportunity slip away.
In the moments while the man was stunned Rosalyn had fully recovered her balance and pressed the advantage. Free from his grasp, she quickly stepped close to him and thrust her burning hand for his face. Her fingers wrapped around his cheek bones in a vice grip. There was no doubt about it, she intended on crushing the bone while searing his flesh.
Meanwhile, Rosalyn raised her right hand above her head and mercilessly hammered the heavy ball down onto the man’s crown, repeatedly.
