05-21-2008, 10:33 PM
This part of Northern City seemed overly crowded today, and Vazko was beginning to grow impatient. As he casually squeezed in and out of all the people surrounding him, the young saiyan halfling finally understood what all the commotion was about. The sign-ups for Dante's Abyss 2008 were now open, and it seemed to be drawing in a big crowd.
Vaz looked up at the large sign standing over the kiosk, and noticed how many people were moving in toward it. Every ten seconds the mob of people grew denser and denser. The black-haired fighter was basically forced toward the sign-up area because of all the arms and hands pushing him from behind. The crowd just kept getting thicker and thicker.
Minute after minute passed by, and several different thoughts raced through Vazko's head. He had never actually been in the tournament before, but he'd heard about it multiple times over the years. Dante's Abyss was well-known not only on Earth, but all over the Northern Quadrant.
Soon enough, Vaz had ended up in the sign-up line before he even realized it. By then though, he finally came to a decision. The halfling figured he was a good enough fighter by now to actually join the competition, and that all of his training wouldn't go to waste. It felt like forever as the line slowly inched its way forward, with many different camera crews walking around and shoving microphones into applicant's faces. Once the young fighter had finally edged his way down to the front desk, he stood before a young and plump-looking woman with brown hair.
"Hello, and have you previously participated in Dante's Abyss before?"
It took a moment for Vazko to reply. He knew it would be harder to get accepted if he hadn't played in any previous competitions.
"No, I haven't," he answered simply.
"Hm. Well, you'll really have to give me a reason to accept you then. Because with all of these applicants wanting to join I can't waste any time with someone who has nothing to offer," the woman replied with a snippy tone.
Vaz wondered what he should do to impress the woman and show that he had fighting skill. To the best of his knowledge, there were only 44 people who were accepted in. He thought about flying around for a little bit and then doing a couple simple kicks and flips but-- SMACK.
"Come on! You obviously don't have anything to show kid! Get lost! You're holdin' up the line!" A large man who looked to be in his early thirties had back-fisted Vazko to the head. He was wearing a tight black tank-top which easily showed off his massive muscles.
Still shocked at what had just happened, anger began rising in the young black-haired halfling. His line of thought had been completely broken. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Without even worrying about the impatient woman behind the desk, Vaz immediately walked up to the man and grabbed him by the throat with one hand. Directly after doing so, Vazko swiftly rammed a tight fist into the guy's gut using an extreme amount of force and power with his other hand. The punch was so strong that the man's back was awkwardly thrusted into the air, and if anymore power was put into it, surely Vazko's fist would've ripped right through the guy.
"Come on, I thought your rock solid abs would've at least withheld a little jab," Vaz said mockingly.
Within seconds after, the saiya-jin human slammed his knee into the big guy's chin with all the force he could muster. The tank-topped applicant shot straight up into the air and was already knocked unconscious. Very casually, Vazko focused energy into his legs and pushed off the ground, closing in on his new enemy.
"Heh... Pathetic," the young warrior said as he fiercely grabbed the man's ankle and launched him toward the ground in one quick throw.
The crowd of people down below spread out fast as the muscleman slammed into the pavement. The little fight which had just taken place immediately had everyone's attention from the moment it began. TV cameras were now entirely focused on Vaz as he calmly dropped back down to the ground. Maybe he had gone a little overboard, but he had a quick temper and that guy should've never laid a hand on him. If all of these people and cameras weren't here, Vazko would've killed him without any regret or second thoughts.
Without looking at anyone or giving anyone else attention besides the surprised woman behind the desk, Vaz silently walked back over to her.
"Okay, you're in! Just fill out this paperwork and then head over to that area over there for some quick photos. After that you'll be transported to Dante. Good luck."
The black-haired halfling now had a smile on his face as he began filling out the paperwork. I guess that little performance was enough to get accepted. Who woulda thought? Once some pictures of him were taken in the photo area, he was then led over to a teletube and instantly teleported to the planet Dante. Hopefully he hadn't gone in over his head. He didn't have a clue what to expect...
Vaz looked up at the large sign standing over the kiosk, and noticed how many people were moving in toward it. Every ten seconds the mob of people grew denser and denser. The black-haired fighter was basically forced toward the sign-up area because of all the arms and hands pushing him from behind. The crowd just kept getting thicker and thicker.
Minute after minute passed by, and several different thoughts raced through Vazko's head. He had never actually been in the tournament before, but he'd heard about it multiple times over the years. Dante's Abyss was well-known not only on Earth, but all over the Northern Quadrant.
Soon enough, Vaz had ended up in the sign-up line before he even realized it. By then though, he finally came to a decision. The halfling figured he was a good enough fighter by now to actually join the competition, and that all of his training wouldn't go to waste. It felt like forever as the line slowly inched its way forward, with many different camera crews walking around and shoving microphones into applicant's faces. Once the young fighter had finally edged his way down to the front desk, he stood before a young and plump-looking woman with brown hair.
"Hello, and have you previously participated in Dante's Abyss before?"
It took a moment for Vazko to reply. He knew it would be harder to get accepted if he hadn't played in any previous competitions.
"No, I haven't," he answered simply.
"Hm. Well, you'll really have to give me a reason to accept you then. Because with all of these applicants wanting to join I can't waste any time with someone who has nothing to offer," the woman replied with a snippy tone.
Vaz wondered what he should do to impress the woman and show that he had fighting skill. To the best of his knowledge, there were only 44 people who were accepted in. He thought about flying around for a little bit and then doing a couple simple kicks and flips but-- SMACK.
"Come on! You obviously don't have anything to show kid! Get lost! You're holdin' up the line!" A large man who looked to be in his early thirties had back-fisted Vazko to the head. He was wearing a tight black tank-top which easily showed off his massive muscles.
Still shocked at what had just happened, anger began rising in the young black-haired halfling. His line of thought had been completely broken. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Without even worrying about the impatient woman behind the desk, Vaz immediately walked up to the man and grabbed him by the throat with one hand. Directly after doing so, Vazko swiftly rammed a tight fist into the guy's gut using an extreme amount of force and power with his other hand. The punch was so strong that the man's back was awkwardly thrusted into the air, and if anymore power was put into it, surely Vazko's fist would've ripped right through the guy.
"Come on, I thought your rock solid abs would've at least withheld a little jab," Vaz said mockingly.
Within seconds after, the saiya-jin human slammed his knee into the big guy's chin with all the force he could muster. The tank-topped applicant shot straight up into the air and was already knocked unconscious. Very casually, Vazko focused energy into his legs and pushed off the ground, closing in on his new enemy.
"Heh... Pathetic," the young warrior said as he fiercely grabbed the man's ankle and launched him toward the ground in one quick throw.
The crowd of people down below spread out fast as the muscleman slammed into the pavement. The little fight which had just taken place immediately had everyone's attention from the moment it began. TV cameras were now entirely focused on Vaz as he calmly dropped back down to the ground. Maybe he had gone a little overboard, but he had a quick temper and that guy should've never laid a hand on him. If all of these people and cameras weren't here, Vazko would've killed him without any regret or second thoughts.
Without looking at anyone or giving anyone else attention besides the surprised woman behind the desk, Vaz silently walked back over to her.
"Okay, you're in! Just fill out this paperwork and then head over to that area over there for some quick photos. After that you'll be transported to Dante. Good luck."
The black-haired halfling now had a smile on his face as he began filling out the paperwork. I guess that little performance was enough to get accepted. Who woulda thought? Once some pictures of him were taken in the photo area, he was then led over to a teletube and instantly teleported to the planet Dante. Hopefully he hadn't gone in over his head. He didn't have a clue what to expect...
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