[meepington]

I'm a MONSTA

With the fight club nearly underway the duo would eventually make their way into the fight club itself, upon arrival a match would be underway. But in the midst of their rather loud and bombastic entrance the room would grow silent for only a moment as a man and a kangaroo would enter into the club, the owners and the promoter would do a double take.

"You seeing that?" the promoter would say looking to the booker. "Is that a damn Kangaroo...the hell?" both men looked somewhat flabbergasted but someone would step up to Oiritsu himself and size him and the kangaroo up. "So which one of ya'll goin be gettin in there?" the man would say he was tall but quite well built and looked like he was ready to take on whoever came next.

However in the arena teeth were being lost as a man's head was brutally slammed directly into the pavement over the bloody cage they fought in. He'd stand up his teeth cracked after the impact to the wall only to be knee'd in the face and whatever wasn't broken would be knocked down his throat. "How boutchu win next time so you can challenge em ya heard!" said the man laying down the beating inside of the arena itself.

This was the champ Motaru the scars on his opponents body spoke for itself about how dominant he was. "Hey yo yo! Give it up for Motaru ya'll" the crowd would start hooting his name, but it was still noticeably quieter than usual.

"If anyone else is looking to get into the ring go hit up the booker upstairs but if I was you...I wouldn't bother." said a voice over the intercom. With that they had their pathway but just how easy would it be for them to make it through the bracket and complete their assignment.

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aihara ryoko @oiritsu

[Nōhime Ouritsu]

bleed it out

A crowd had been drawn but they'd have to come across someone especially foolish that would give up the location of the fighting ring, and there was only so much crowd pleasing Ouritsu could do before they'd need to come up with a new plan of action. He was a moment away from belting out another pitch when the transformed Ryoko socked an unsuspecting bystander right in the face. The man's eyes widened a bit in surprise --partly because of the force of the blow-- as he scrambled to try and not scare away the crowd and any potential leads within it. "WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT? A POWERFUL BLOW FROM THIS EXOTIC SPECIMEN AND THERE ARE PLENTY MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM FOR ANY WHO ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO CHALLENGE THIS MIGHTY CREATURE."

Thankfully the shock wore off quickly and the crowd was back to laughing in no time. Still, no one had decided to come forward with any useful information so they were back to square one. That was, until the glint in Ryoko's eye caught the chunin's attention before bolting off. "What the-- er, WELL FOLKS, IT SEEMS OUR MAJESTIC FRIEND HERE IS RARING TO FIND A FIGHT AND IS GOING TO CHECK ANOTHER PART OF TOWN. WE THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY TODAY AND HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN SOON!" With that Ouritsu would take off after the kangaroo while wondering what had set her off. In time the two would bust into a building filled to the brim with less than upstanding looking folks and a fighting pit dead in the center of the multi-floored room.

It was clear this was their target and while they had always known that there was going to be a lot of turned heads the spotlight came quicker than expected. A burly looking individual walked up to the pair and without even giving a second thought to an animal being in the building asked which one of them was going to fight. "Well, my good sir, any who are willing will be going up against my trusty 'roo here. Whether we start against that gentleman currently in the ring or work our way up matters not.. she will beat them all." Tough words that would hopefully pique the interest of everyone involved.

words - aihara ryoko meepington - notes

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[aihara ryoko]

Her excitement is no act, the roo bouncing from large foot to large foot, eagerly awaiting the time she would be thrust into the fighting arena.

She felt in her element here. She could feel the criminal underground, thrilled by the sensation of so many people breaking rules to do what they want. What they wanted was fighting! Who couldn’t get behind that? Why were these battles even illegal? They should be public spectacles, and fun for all ages!

Ever moving and scanning with her eyes and sniffling with her wiggly roo nose, she still seems more sideshow than actual combatant. She remains patient, trusting Ritsu to get her into the pits, but ever willing to haul off and punch another random civilian if she had too.

Or just wanted too. Mostly wanted too, she was quickly getting into the idea of a pit fight and losing her patience on getting it started.

[Sprinkles]

    This was not the kind of place you wanted to be seen walking in or out of, unless that was exactly what you wanted for some sort of specific and unfortunate image. The building itself looked like it much crumble if a punch was thrown at a wall instead of a combatant, and the smell was a mixture of alcohol, cigar smoke, body odor, and rotting wood; the perfect place for this type of fighting setup.

    Standing in the center of what could only at the best of times be called a ring, stood someone who was willing to put up a fight against this unique opponent, but money was money. A tall fellow that looked more like they should have been the bouncer at the door than a fighter, large arms with no muscle definition to be found, a beer gut, and a frame that overall would fit on a gorilla more than a man. All the same, they stood ready, a wide grin barely holding in an unlit cigar.

"Get my money ready, then the grill. This won't take long."

    So casual they reached into their pocket, pulled out a match, and lit the cigar, flicking the match at the kangaroo before puffing at the cigar and blowing the smoke in their direction. Calling out towards the one that would usually announce the matches, he yelled out.

"Don't need no announcements, let's start the massacre!"

    The familiar faces, at least familiar to those that came around this place often, were all cheering for whoever this flabby meathead was. From the look of them, they had more than their fair share of tavern brawls, but what they weren't, was a shinobi, and it would be a surprise if they knew how to spell jutsu let alone use one. Turning towards the Kangaroo, they spread their arms in some sort of wrestler pose and stood waiting a moment, before rushing forward with zero intentions of waiting for a word to start or a bell to ring.

[Nōhime Ouritsu]

bleed it out

Ouritsu had expected more pushback for trying to pass off a kangaroo as a fighter but given how seedy this place looked most people didn't care what was in the ring so long as it had a pulse and could bleed. Alas, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and the sooner the crowd could get distracted by the goings on in the ring the sooner the Nohime would be able to start looking for information on who was running this outfit and put a stop to them.

"Alright my indomnitable 'roo, show this ruffian that you are not to be taken lightly!" Ouritsu would speak to his transformed companion while leading them to the ring. Ryoko's opponent was a burly giant of a man who had no doubt seen a bunch of fights in their day and looked all but bemused to be fighting an animal. "You'll be needing ice packs and bandages when my rowdy 'roo is done with you, you burly brute!" The transformed Ouritsu would chide as he exited the ring. Now was the time for Ryoko to show what her true transformation could really do. Tricking a bunch of civilians in the town square was one thing, but actually having to fight in animal form was a different beast.

words - aihara ryoko Sprinkles - notes

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[aihara ryoko]

Oh good! Ryoko found rules to be bothersome as well. Limiting things, they were, meant to hold you back and stop you from doing things. Such was the lot of the shinobi, to be always outside of the normal laws.

When the oaf comes rushing forward she is quick to act. She bounces from foot to foot with anticipation, watching close as the large human comes charging at her. The roo pivots on her bouncy limbs, ducking down to evade and springing over to one side. Her large tail comes whipping around to strike the man in his face as Ryoko does a twist.

She’s far from done, though, chasing after the man with a flurry of solidly gloved fists. She flies through a rapid combination of flailing fists that would look far more impressive than they actually were, but would be followed by a sudden and powerful closing kick to the man’s face.

She was fearless. Well used to animal forms she was a little upset she could use her grabby hands or her claws, but such was the plight of putting on a show. She turns to face either her opponent or the crowd, and resumes her bouncing from foot to foot, her hands rising up defensively in front of her.

[Sprinkles]

    The crowd in attendance was amused by the antics of the man getting in and acting cocky, especially since they didn't want much more than to see blood spilled and a few teeth knocked out. The man standing by waiting to introduce the fighters, the brackets, and the match was looking far less amused as he threw his hands up, the pointed them towards the ring while looking at someone behind him. It couldn't be heard but the sigh was so heavy it could be seen by everyone in attendance, as he crossed his arms and watched.

    The loud mouth smoking like a chimney found himself not only eating his words but the cigar as well, as the tail swipe knocked it into his mouth, causing him to momentarily choke on it and he began to cough. He was certainly strong, but not the quickest at much of anything but spitting out the cigar and looking pissed off, making a wide grab that was met by a punch, then another. Most shinobi wouldn't find these grabs hard to dodge out of the way of, but it was at least a little impressive coming from what everyone assumed to be an animal.

    What started as a cocky brawl had quickly turned into a hilariously embarrassing end to a fight, as the kick knocked lower jaw into his upper jaw, and his head snapped back. His body fell back, as his head bounced off the ground, and the man who looked like he was built like a brick house clearly had a glass jaw. There were no expected boos from the crowd, but laughter and clapping, as if they had expected this exact outcome. He wasn't known to the crowd because he often came out the victor, but because he was a big mouth who tended to get knocked out so badly he forgot what had transpired, and would swear he was undefeated if he couldn't ever remember losing.

    The promoter stood up and motioned down at the knocked out man, as two men came running in, grabbed him by the arms, and drug him out. Motioning with his head down towards the ring, the announcer cleared his throat and spoke up loudly.

"Well that fool is out. Looks like one kangaroo kick was all it took."

    Pointing with a wide sweeping motion of his arm, he pointed towards a board that was right under where he was standing, some of the names still being filled in, given how quickly the last match had started and finished.

"Ya'll can see the board, and looks like we got this match over quickly. Clear the ring and let's get this next match going. Place - Your - BETS!"

    The crowd was at least a bit more amused at this point, and finally there was some betting going on. As Ryoko was leaving the ring a man in a fairly beat up suit walking by and muttered to Ouritsu in stride, not stopping as he spoke. At the same time the next match was already starting between two men that looked like nothing more than shirtless patrons.

"That Roo'a'yours ain't bad, but don't get cocky."

    By the time he had walked by the next match was starting. Two men that looked like they were closer to drunk, shirtless patrons than fighters. They weren't much to look at, and much to be desired as far as fighting skill, but they were certainly willing to beat the hell out of each other, and could take quite a bunch. Fists were being thrown and absolutely none of them were even being attempted to be dodged, with swelling on both men's faces by the time they were done. Finally one got a good struck just as his opponent was throwing a blow, both knocking each other sideways and down to the ground. Someone who could only be called a referee at best came in to check on them, then looked up to the promoter as if he was ready to say they had both been knocked out, before one of them started to stir and get back to his feet.

    There were a few more fights from now until the next one Ryoko would be involved in for the next round, but as the names were shifted around on the board she would see her next opponent was one of the men that had fought right after her, and would be unlikely to feel to great even by the time their fight started. The next round at least would be harder than the first, but by how much?

[Nōhime Ouritsu]

bleed it out

Ouritsu honestly didn't know what to expect from this fight, more so from Ryoko than her opponent. The guy was big, sure, but he was no shinobi so even in a transformed state it shouldn't have been an issue though usually said transformation was still human in form... not a kangaroo. Cartoonishly large feet, a giant tail and everything else that came with such a wild transformation seemed like a lot to manage but the woman had seemed confident in her abilities up to this point and had managed to fool everybody so far, if she could keep it up long enough for the Nohime to get some good information then they'd be all set.

A flurry of punches later and the burly man had been knocked clear into next week leaving Ryoko the victor and the crowd more bemused than shocked. For all his talk it seemed that the man was a laughing stock more than a serious contender which made sense considering how willing those in charge were to put him up against a literal kangaroo off the street.

Hearing a voice give simultaneous praise and a warning pulled Ouritsu's attention to the man in a suit that had seen better days. A possible person of interest or just another patron in slightly better drags? It was impossible to tell at the moment but the chunin wouldn't forget his face. "I assure you, my good sir, no luck involved! Pure skill and training!" He replied to the fleeting man before turning his attention back to Ryoko as she exited the ring. They'd have a couple matches before it was time for her next bout but it looked like the early warm ups were starting to come to an end given how many more people were starting to place bets, and if they could get towards the upper echelon of fights that would no doubt grab the attention of those in charge .

words - aihara ryoko Sprinkles - notes

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE