Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
Throughout the forest, a steady drizzle dampened everything. The cool air and the moisture chilled to the bone as mist rolled between and among the trees. The air was thick and heavy, the smell of wet grass, trees, and leaves filled the air. In the distance, a small stream trickled away, cheerily oblivious to what was to come.
Popo looked over his arena in its entirety. From his booth in the Judge's seat, he could see the vast area at a glance. He'd spent a small fortune to have the arena dome turned into a small, climate accurate, forest biome. The stream had been a nice touch as was the small weather generator built into the dome. It mirrored a misty, rainy morning on a planet he hadn't cared enough to remember the name of. Now, as the seats in the stadium surrounding the dome filled up to their maximum capacity, the huge Shell Hutt decided that it was time to begin today's event.
Popo waved a hand vaguely. Nearby, the announcer turned on the loudspeakers built into the arena.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" came the booming voice as it nearly deafened the crowd. The loud roaring of thousands of voices turned into a cacophony of cheers and shouts as the spectators realized the gladiatorial match was about to begin. "Are you ready... for the first ever Wheel Gladiator Match of the century!?"
The crowd's deafening roar told their answer. They wanted a show. They wanted excitement. They wanted blood.
"Then put your hands together for our two, fresh combatants!" the announcer boomed, the voice echoing around the stadium and arena.
On opposite sides of the arena, heavy blast doors opened to admit @[member="Barak"] and @[member="Bane"] onto the field. They were a good hundred or more yards away with plenty of trees, mist, simulated drizzle, and foliage between the two.
"In this corner," boomed the announcer again. A huge green holographic orb lit up above Barak's door for the audience to clearly see. Huge holoscreens set into the walls and hanging high above the arena showed the man as he stood. Popo had spared no expense to make sure as much of each match was visible for the audience. "Is Barak. Standing at seven feet tall and weighing in at five hundred pounds, this mountain of a man is one tough contender and knows the wilderness like the back of his hand."
The green orb disappeared only to have its twin appear on the opposite side of the arena.
"In this corner is Bane!" the loudspeakers proclaimed as the crowd continued to deafen itself. "Standing a little over six feet tall and weighing in at four hundred pounds, this skilled warrior is trained to kill without hesitation." The holocams zoomed in on the man's armor to show the T-shaped visor indicative of the Mandalorians. "You guessed it folks! We have a Mandalorian in the arena today!"
The holoscreens switched to a live feed of both combatants as the holographic green orb over Bane died out.
"Today is a Tier Three fight," the voice announced. "That means that all weapons are lethal! No holds barred and there will be blood! Let's give our combatants a big hand ladies and gentlemen!"
Suddenly, a large holographic digital clock appeared over the center of the arena.
"Alright folks-" a giant 5 showed on the countdown clock.
"I think you're in for a treat-" the 5 changed to a giant 4.
"Because the match-" the 4 became a 3.
"Starts-" now a 2...
...1...
Popo looked over his arena in its entirety. From his booth in the Judge's seat, he could see the vast area at a glance. He'd spent a small fortune to have the arena dome turned into a small, climate accurate, forest biome. The stream had been a nice touch as was the small weather generator built into the dome. It mirrored a misty, rainy morning on a planet he hadn't cared enough to remember the name of. Now, as the seats in the stadium surrounding the dome filled up to their maximum capacity, the huge Shell Hutt decided that it was time to begin today's event.
Popo waved a hand vaguely. Nearby, the announcer turned on the loudspeakers built into the arena.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" came the booming voice as it nearly deafened the crowd. The loud roaring of thousands of voices turned into a cacophony of cheers and shouts as the spectators realized the gladiatorial match was about to begin. "Are you ready... for the first ever Wheel Gladiator Match of the century!?"
The crowd's deafening roar told their answer. They wanted a show. They wanted excitement. They wanted blood.
"Then put your hands together for our two, fresh combatants!" the announcer boomed, the voice echoing around the stadium and arena.
On opposite sides of the arena, heavy blast doors opened to admit @[member="Barak"] and @[member="Bane"] onto the field. They were a good hundred or more yards away with plenty of trees, mist, simulated drizzle, and foliage between the two.
"In this corner," boomed the announcer again. A huge green holographic orb lit up above Barak's door for the audience to clearly see. Huge holoscreens set into the walls and hanging high above the arena showed the man as he stood. Popo had spared no expense to make sure as much of each match was visible for the audience. "Is Barak. Standing at seven feet tall and weighing in at five hundred pounds, this mountain of a man is one tough contender and knows the wilderness like the back of his hand."
The green orb disappeared only to have its twin appear on the opposite side of the arena.
"In this corner is Bane!" the loudspeakers proclaimed as the crowd continued to deafen itself. "Standing a little over six feet tall and weighing in at four hundred pounds, this skilled warrior is trained to kill without hesitation." The holocams zoomed in on the man's armor to show the T-shaped visor indicative of the Mandalorians. "You guessed it folks! We have a Mandalorian in the arena today!"
The holoscreens switched to a live feed of both combatants as the holographic green orb over Bane died out.
"Today is a Tier Three fight," the voice announced. "That means that all weapons are lethal! No holds barred and there will be blood! Let's give our combatants a big hand ladies and gentlemen!"
Suddenly, a large holographic digital clock appeared over the center of the arena.
"Alright folks-" a giant 5 showed on the countdown clock.
"I think you're in for a treat-" the 5 changed to a giant 4.
"Because the match-" the 4 became a 3.
"Starts-" now a 2...
...1...
"NOW!!!"
(OOC: Good luck you both. Remember the rules and keep in communication with each other. If in doubt, look at the site and gladiator rules. Any questions, feel free to ask.)