Cell, Who? (consummate-energy)
As the door slams the room became silent Until…
A green fist bursts through the metal door. The hand then gives Violet a thumbs up. “Oh I will…” said the raspy voice.

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Cell, Who? (consummate-energy)
As the door slams the room became silent Until…
A green fist bursts through the metal door. The hand then gives Violet a thumbs up. “Oh I will…” said the raspy voice.
Cell, Who? (consummate-energy)
His eyes narrow at the man. “It is all very simple really…..I’m hungry.”
“AH! Yes! You just came here and you have no money! Well good luck kid!” Violet pushes Cell out the room “I’m excited to see you in the tournament! Don’t eat people’s brains or whatever you extraterrestrials do! HAVE FUN!” Violet slams the door.
Cell, Who? (consummate-energy)
Cell looks from side to side at just how oblivious this man was.
“I….character?” He on earth would Cell be able to convince this man that he was indeed far from human. “Maybe this will help you understand my flamboyant friend..” He slowly raised his hand with only two fingers extended and in an instant a piercing blue bolt of energy shot from his hand into the lights destroying the circuits, as the room fell dark his eyes began to glow a brilliant shade of yellow. “I’ve been watching from within the shadows for quite some time now. The perfect fighter always sizes up his opponents. Although, from what I see, it was nearly a waste of time. Seeing as the only decent power on this planet is what you refer to as….the devil gene, but hardly formidable when you really think about it..”
Violet shakes “Y-you’re an alien!? EXCELLENT, cause you’ll bring great revenue and attention to my tournament, but why you joinin?”
Cell, Who? (consummate-energy)
“Oh you earthlings really are all the same…..” he said sarcastically as he watched the man set up the Combot.
The Combot punch hits Cell but to a slight surprise, Cell was neither phased nor moved. He simply stood there and glared at the robot as if the blow was a giant inconvenience. Cell never so much as lifted an arm, instead with a swift whip of his needle like tail, the combot fell into pieces at his feet. Cell cleared his throat awkwardly. “erm…..You were saying?”
Violet is astonished.
In thought “No machine that small at the moment could produced that much strength... Could this be...” Violet flashbacks to the events of Tekken 2 & 5 “The Devil Gene!? Earthlings though? Good god don’t tell me Paul Phoenix is right! REGARDLESS! If he has Devil Gene, he is not impossible to defeat”
Violet starts talking outloud “Uh-uh, you’re really in character Mr. Cell. Impressive technology you have on... Perhaps... You’re too strong! But it doesn’t mean you aren’t in the tournament. We’ll either have to make certain rules against certain fighters, but not against all fighters however... Why weren’t you in tournaments like World Warriors or Iron Fist Mr. Cell? You seem quite strong.”
Cell, Who? (consummate-energy)
“Oh that’s really cute coming from a man named after a color. I’m not even going to talk about your hair out of respect for….well…me” said a raspy insect like voice. “Who am I? Well that’s a silly question. You have said my name twice already and you are asking who I am. but all things considered…”
“I am ……Cell….”
“ONE, rude! TWO, that is an excellent costume! I take it you star in the Power Rangers! Look, this thing looks clunky as hell, BUT I’ll give you a fair chance weirdo“
Violet sets up a Combot.
“Fight my combot! This is a weaker model. But tough enough to take on some average joe. COMBOT! ATTACK!” Combot lunges at Cell and tries to punch him.
Cell, Who? (consummate-energy)
“Who is this? Cell? He a wrestler? That’s retarded name for a wrestler! is this a joke! Another 14 year old trying to prank me and start some confounded meme! CELL? I heard stupid names from fighters, but this has to take the cake! What’s next? Microcosm!? Amoeba? Charles Darwin Theory of Evolution!? WHO ARE YOU!? Show yourself!”
Violet’s Excellent Tournament
“HELLO MY EXCELLENT PEOPLE! I am Violet! You might remember from the fourth Iron Fist Tournament! The part where I didn’t lose miserably to the big K man, OH HO HO HO! Well anyway! What’s this tournament? Why should I bother joining? Because I’m filthy stinking rich! And it isn’t everyday a tournament just passes by!” Tournament Rules
The Tournament is a 8 character bracket, all are 1v1. This makes it 3 rounds.
Winners of the 1st round each receive $100,000 2nd Round receives $500,000 Champion receives $750,000 BUT if you can defeat my Combot you can get up to $1,000,000!
Who are we looking for?
Preferably fighting game franchises of the likes of Street Fighter, Tekken, Mortal Kombat, you know the jazz! But if there’s a fighting game drought! THEN SURELY! I’ll be desperate and let anyone in. (OOC: As long as you don’t god mod). Anime and Comic Book characters can join, but with certain franchises, they must be defeated by a ring out. If you’re unsure, do you think your character is more powerful than the ones seen in Guilty Gear or Blaz Blue? If yes, then ring out rule applies, if no, then it doesn’t. Simple? God I hope so.
Location
The tournament will be set at the Bahamas, the flight is free, but not the food or drinks
Real Rules
Just try to keep the tournament entertaining, it’s not really about winning or losing, just make it memorable and enjoyable for the reader. Also one mun per muse, you can’t enter in the tournament twice.
Roster
1. Magenta Iona (naomikazama) 2. Cell? (consummate-energy) 3. OPEN 4. OPEN 5. OPEN 6. OPEN 7. OPEN 8. OPEN
"Lee, I would like to start a tournament."
“OH! Uh, Naomi. you know me. I don’t start tournaments. UH! Excuse me, I need a bathroom!” Lee runs the bathroom and then suddenly.
“BUT I DO! The name’s Violet! Unlike that uncool Lee Chaochump! I will certainly start a tournament! HECK! A tournament far better than that Iron Fist or whatever weird fetishes that bald dude and middle age angst man is into! I’LL SET IT UP RIGHT AWAY!”
The kick lands sending Kazuya through the air and into the wall of the office. He hits the floor with a heavy thud and sits for a moment trying to analyze what the hell had just happened to him.
“Clown….” He said softly as he looked up. “I WILL SHOW YOU CLOWN!” He darts to his desk retrieving a permanent marker from a drawer and launches towards Lee as he attempts to draw all over his face.
As marker gets all over Lee’s face, Lee takes a marker out of his pocket and draws a penis on Kazuya’s, so it looks like it’s poking out, but he archs it so it looks limp. “AH HA! Sometimes being immature is worth it”
“I wanted to catch up with you. I longed to protect you. I wanted to face the road ahead with you. I see the doors closing behind you. I rush to make it there in time.“
Lee walks around random areas while wearing his fancy black suit, along with a tie, and a rose not caring about thieves trying to mug him as he can easily defeat them. Lee starts talking to himself thinking he’s alone.
“Damn. I can never get much progress done...” Lee sighs, “My life is so stagnant-” Lee pauses as he sees a young girl. Something about this girl, gives Lee a sense of uneasiness.
“Uh, excuse me?” Lee tries get the girl’s attention, “Are you alright?”
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Josie blows a bubble with a bubble blower, but she doesn’t notice that she is behind a silver haired man.
“It will be my biggest bubble ever!” She said this in herself, happily.
Almost done… Wait. It burst out on the man.
“Oops! It wasn’t intentional! Are ya angry now? Of course you are angry, why not, heeee…” The young fighter feels a bit guilty now for this.
“Do̶ yo͏u ̀k̵n͢ow͝ wh̡at ͘you h̕av͢e ҉done̢!̡ ̡Y̴o̸u ha̕ve ͜r̵uined m̡y ̕cl҉o̶thes ̶a͢n̨d͠ ̴m͜y p͢r̛eci̕o̕u͢s ͢h̢ài̛r! ͏Y̶òu̢ ͜ķn͡ow͝ w̴h͠at̛ ̶I th͞ink̡ ͡of ͢t͝hat̀.̶ Y̡O̴U̶ ̧KNOW ͢W̧HAT I̡ ̷T̵HINK OF̴ ͘Y̴O̧UR̨ O͡BLI̢VIOU̧S͠NE͘S͝S͡ ̕:
Lee stayed silent for five seconds
“EXCELLENT!” Lee shouted
Lee starts walking around Josie and stops. “I recognize that accent, oh what are you, uh, Malaysian? No, no!, Oh uh, Thai? Nah that’s not it! AH! Fillipino? A fine country with fine women!”
Lee mist steps around Josie, and stops behind her.
“Considering your body. You can’t be younger than 16... Unless...” Lee suddenly jumps up, lifts his leg up and, and aims to vertically hit Josie with it.
The knee makes contact doubling over Kazuya. “Ahhhh!!….Gucci!? Is that all you can afford!?” He retorted with forced words. “I knew you were washed up but not like this!” He regained his posture just as he whirled around and slapped Lee. “Tasteless? Shame on you. Look at this suit….PURPLE DEMANDS RESPECT!”
Lee gets pushed a back a bit and feels his cheek. Lee gets furious.
“HOW DARE YOU INSULT FABULOUS ITALIAN FASHION YOU FRENCH WEARING COWARD! I like that little tear on your precious Dior shirt!”
“And yes purple does demand respect! Too bad you disgrace by looking like the Joker! You know, A CLOWN!”
Lee does a quick mist step and tries to the vertical kick that could launch Kazuya in the air. Lee aims for Kazuya’s jaw.
He catches Lee’s foot just as it was about make contact. He then takes notice of Lee’s shoes. “YOU TALK ABOUT MY FASHION SENSE!? LOOK AT THESE WORN OUT PENNY LOAFERS YOU ARE SPORTING IN MY OFFICE.” He taunted as pushed Lee’s foot away throwing him into a spin. “HOW INSULTING!”
“PENNY LOAFERS!??!?!? These are Gucci you tasteless bastard!” Lee does the mist step, side by side, and attempts to knee Kazuya in the gut.
“Ha! You!? Run Iron Fist? What…is this something you’ve been dwelling on for your entire life? Is that your dream? What does it matter if I have G Corp? You of all people should know I am good at multitasking. Running Iron Fist on top of that would be all to easy. I can run a corporation and fight tournaments Lee. Although….I would find great amusement in seeing you try…”
Kazuya then looked down to his feet and made a disgusted face. Lee thinking that Kazuya would wear Prada? “These are Louis Vuitton Lee! What are you thinking!?”
“Think? I think you have a SHODDY TASTE IN FASHION”
Lee twists his body and attempts to throw a roundhouse kick at Kazuya.
OOC: Apology about last night
HEY!~ I’m black! Er, BACK. and I want to apologize about last night. I had a case of Jet Lag. I fell asleep around 8 PM EST. BUT I really did enjoy my trip, and I look forward to talking to you all today. I might not talk as long as I still have jet lag, and I need to compensate the time to talk to my other friends who also missed me very much. But regardless, yes I’m. BLACK YALL! I’M BLACK YALL! I’M BLACKITY BLACK-okay I’ll stop. I’m back. Your back. The huge ass body part that’s behind your chest and belleh. MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
Naomi looks at the nanobot. “Hmm…we could try this on the Combot…did you test this yet? I don’t mean to sound like a party killer, but you should test this in case of malfunctions.”
“Right. However. A Combot isn’t the same as a human being. I know who we can test it on!
“No.”
“Look. You realize you’re a target from both G-Corp and The MZ right?”
“Yeah” said Lee’s assistant (the woman pictured) “due to your lack of protective security on our computer software! Seriously, a Commodore 64 can protect us better than our current hardware!”
“Alright, alright!” said Lee, “The point still stands though. You’re a target, and you need to know how to defend yourself! This project is the fastest and most efficient way in doing so!”
“Fine! I’ll do it!”
“Excell-!” “Shut it.”
Lee, and his assistant enter a room at the basement where it’s a very purple room, looking like it came right out of a Frankenstein movie. There are two metallic seats, one where Combot is lying down on, and the other is empty. There is a large computer in the middle of the room, with purple screens that illuminate the room.
“Lay down next to Combot!” ordered Lee.
Lee’s assistant lays down, and Lee ties her up.
“Are you sure this is safe?” asks Lee’s assistant
“ABSOLUTELY!” Lee makes a shush motion at Naomi.
Lee puts a mouth piece connected to a tube around his assistant, which puts her to sleep. Lee gets to his computer and starts typing up a storm. A small metallic arm reaches towards his assistant’s nose, placing the nanobot within her. “AAAND! DONE!” Lee stops typing, and the room lights up.
The assistant wakes up slowly. “Congratulations” said Lee, “You now can fight like Paul Phoenix, Marshall Law, Ling Xiaoyu, AND best of all, ME!”
“R-Really?” asks Lee’s assistant with a bit of a groggy tone as she gets off the metallic seat. “Try to do Law’s backflip.”
The Assistant tries to do it, and does it well, she stumbles a bit, but a well done landing regardless.
“It works...” The assistant says with astonishment, and she does more flips. “Wow... You really outdid yourself with this one Lee...”
“GOOD THING YOU DIDN’T DIE!”
“What!?”
“NOTHING! Uh, Naomi. What do you say? EH!!?”