Titans International Martial Arts Tournament

Day 1:
Pattaya, Thailand

<...Arsenal and Geoffrey Butler have just arrived in their hotel room. Arsenal is rummaging through suitcases. Geoffrey is sitting at a desk sorting through notes and records he and Arsenal gathered from tournament scouts, professional tournament results, and videotape. He also has his laptop out with audio recording software opened up. A knock on the door. Arsenal goes to answer. It is one of the hotel's bell boys, he is carrying a sheet of paper. They speak to eachother in Thai. He hands the paper to Arsenal, they smile politely and bow to eachother. The bell boy leaves. Arsenal shows Geoffrey the paper. It is his registration information for the tournament...>


"The Dutch Master. I think I'll be able to pass this off."
"Yeah... I don't doubt you for a second. I'm all set up to record the message." "Good. I'll hop in the shower while you do that..."
"Alright, make it quick, the opening ceremonies start in about 2 hours, and I'd like get there early to scout out this Keung Lee Bolo guy. He's dangerous."

<...Arsenal grabs his clothes and cleaning items from the top of the bed and disappears into the bathroom. Geoffrey begins recording a video message to be sent out to their squad for the mission...>


((OOC: http://superhero-rpg.forumotion.com/t3113-titans-tournament-quest-npcs#48639 ))

"The first round is tomorrow. Marcus Reeves. You will be facing Ichi Michinoku, The Blind Boxer, from Japan. Jonathon Reid, you will be up against the local hero, Muay Thai champion and movie star, Johnny Pak. Roxanne Hunter, the first female to ever qualify for the Titans Tournament, you will be up against the legendary Mexican Luchadore, Ramses Olimpico. Arsenal will face the yogi fighter Dadinho. and Wilbert Jackson will take on German strong man Sergei Amayende. Once again, thank you all."

<...Geordan posts the message through the server. He then puts on his reading glasses and looks through some of the important papers he has scattered on the hotel desk. Arsenal returns from the shower, dressed in athletic pants and a Dutch National Team training jersey in order to appear more Dutch.>

"Hey Geoff... I'm going to run to the ceremony to wear off the jet lag. I've got a couple bucks for you for cab fare if you want. It's on the desk somewhere... did anybody arrive yet?" "Nobody. I'll meet you at the celebration grounds in about ten minutes... be safe Dutchmaster!" "You know it! Take care G. Proost! Op je gezondheid!"

((OOC: Okay so post a little intro thing about your arrival and/or journey to the tournament. Then we'll start the matches based on that posting order. Here's everybody's first round opponents:

John Reeves: Ichi Michinoku
Hunter Keiff: Johnny Pak
Wilbert Jackson: Sergei Ayamende
Reaper: Krueger Pitts
Chloe: Ramses Olimpico))

Finally the time had come for the International Fighting tournament. The main mission was to ensure that some peaceful monk didn't die. It was strange to him; a man with almost flawless fighting skills refusing to lay his hands on another person. A waste of potential in his opinion. When it came to packing, Hunter didn't have very much. He stuffed the essential things into a bag; toiletries and the like. But for clothes he really had nothing more than what was on his back. He packed his Combustion suit and blade just in case and in order to ensure that his fights against the others were fair, he packed boxing tape and a pair of shorts. He didn't plan on using his powers, but if threatened he would not hesitate. Once done he strapped the bag to his back and made his way to the airport in order to catch his flight. He didn't want to be late.

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When Hunter reached the airstrip his eyes widened with shock and awe. He had never seen a plane this close before and an almost childish excitement filled him to the brim, "Wow! I can't believe I get to ride in one of these. Swiftly he ascended the steps to the fuselage and smiled widely once he reached the inside. It was his first time in a plane and he wanted to enjoy it.

There was another man sitting in a seat who seemed to be minding his own business. Hunter assumed that he would be taking part in the mission, too. Not wanting to interrupt whatever he was doing the man took the seat across the isle from him and put on the headphones provided. The message left behind revealed just who he was going to be fighting and his excitement grew once he found out that he would fight the famous Johnny Pak. Pak was a master of Muay Thai and he couldn't wait to see how his own brand of the fighting style would stack up.

Once the message finished Hunter leaned back in his chair and looked over to the other man; examining him when the flight attendant stepped between them and asked what he would like to eat and possibly drink. The man though for a moment and replied, "I'll have fish and a beer... Any kind would be nice, thank you." Once she left he turned his attention back to the headphones and decided to listen to the message again; an image of how his fight would turn out against Pak would turn out.

Wilbert, or should I say William The Black Knight, was here alone. He left his work to his fellow Phantoms, leaving Black Arrow in charge of things. The hero was here to save an innocent peaceful man from being assassinated by the mafia, he had no knowledge that others were here to do the same task. Though he may be better off that way, he tended to work better alone, especially when undercover. The bold Knight intended to single handedly take down this mafia, and he thought the task to be simple compared to most of his work. Taking down FEARE was difficult; this was a vacation in comparison. Though he would not take the mission lightly, or underestimate any foe, he was confident he could handle this himself. The Black Knight was well informed on the situation, doing plenty of his own research. He had been keeping on eye on these criminals for awhile now, their violence and crimes had become notorious enough for the Black Knight to notice. Only now he wasn’t sitting back in his chair reading about it, he was right under their noses here to put an end to them.

Tomorrow was the tournament, today was for rest. He had done all the research he required for now and was finished snooping around. Wilbert returned to the hotel where he was invited to stay. He assumed the rest of the fighters were also staying here, but saw none while walking to his room. Some of them probably still haven’t arrived or were busy elsewhere, most likely at the ceremony. Wilbert however didn’t care to attend, he was here to fight, then save a man, not enjoy himself. A major problem he had, he never did anything for himself; it was always work. Instead, he went to his room to fix something to eat. Afterwards he mediated on the situation for nearly an hour before eventually deciding to just rest. Never got enough of that back at home, he made sure to take advantage.

This Knight would be well prepared for anything thrown his way tomorrow, or on any day of this tournament. He was not only determined to complete his mission, but to also win. William enjoyed some competition, and if it was here in front of him, why not accept it? He was sure he could complete both objectives despite the complexity, but if things got bad, winning was secondary. A man's life was worth no prize.

Stepping down from the airplane Chloe was greeted by one ofthe men she had spoken with. These men were willing to pay enough money for rent for a year if I made sure this monk didn't get killed. She followed along beside him to the tournament arena, she set up the equipment she "borrowed" from the NYPD. A camera was set up under the bleachers pointed at where he would be sitting. Another camera in the wall behind the man. And a final one in the ceiling in between fights she would come and look if anyone is coming and all she had to do was press the panic button to have everyone evacuated.


OOC: sorry it's short got to go to school

The hard wood beneath his hands was well cut, being mahogany or maybe black cherry, something expensive at the least because it could hold the full weight of a man and did not give too much. Mister Reaper was doing a hand stand on the desk of who he could only assume to be the leader of this gang of miscreants. “So, you want me to kill a man?” the villain said while still upside down, and receiving odd looks from some of the people in the room. “I kill people all the time, is there someone special about this guy?” he asked without any stress in his voice.

A man sitting at the desk holding up the costumed villain spoke with a calm and even voice, “We have heard rumors of your skill and I believe you will be a good asset to this…” the man paused for a moment making it seem as though he was looking for a way to express himself, “… job.” The leader of the group then looked to his men and gave a quick nod. The first man, dressed in a black suit and dark glasses moved forward with a briefcase in hand and placed it on the table and opened it, revealing that it was packed with crisp green dollars.

Rolling from his handstand and sitting in front of the briefcase, Mister Reaper looked at the money a little closer as he said, “You know, I always assumed this much cash was a fairy tell.” The evil man then gave a sly smile, going unnoticed to the men in the room due to his mask, and began to fan himself with one of the bundles of money. “I normally get paid much less money, typically about a solid grand, but this is quiet the leap up. Why is that?” still grinning the whole time Mister Reaper wanted answers. The man was no stranger to danger, in fact he enjoyed it quite a lot, but he wanted to know just how much he was getting into.

“Half a million dollars seems about right given the danger in this mission,” the boss said with the same tone as before, Mister Reaper simply motioned for him to continue. “There is a tournament that you have been entered into to get closer to the target and people presumably hired to protect the target. You might come into confrontation with one or possibly even more of these people and they are expected to be very dangerous,” he finished talking abruptly and sat silent waiting for the villain on his desk to respond.

“Is that all?” Mister Reaper said with a laugh, “I was expecting to be fighting the army or something, not a fun thing by the way, I can dodge a bullet but that many guns is always a problem, but this should be a piece of cake.” Standing and jumping from the desk the villain left the room and run for the street, until he briefly stuck his head back into the room and asked a simple question, “Where is it that I’m going again?”

Rubbing his forehead, the leader motioned for the man that had opened the briefcase to follow the man in such a rush, waiting for the two men to leave before he spoke again. “This will be getting more complicated than I wanted it seems. I should have taken the warnings more seriously,” the leader said to himself, another man in a suit tilted his head as if in question. The leader then continued speaking, as if answering the silent question, “That man is supposed to be one of the world’s greatest killers but the problem is that he has a habit of killing anyone he feels like killing. The man is dangerous to everyone and not just who we want him to kill. He was given the name Walking Death for a reason after all. The leader then opened his desk and poured himself a glass of whiskey, hoping to not remember the next few days too well.

Trashed.