#fighting tournament

[luckyvar]

M.A.D. Misfits is a book I’m writing. Y’all should check it out

[baldguy-fight]

BALD GUY FIGHT ROUND 1

[fave-fight]

ROUND 1, MATCH 17

NO MAGIC, POWERS, OR WEAPONS

Elon Musk:

“I just wanna watch him get beat up”

“I want to watch him lose every fight”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if everyone who went against him beat him?”

“He would get his ass beaten by anyone and everyone, including Conan Edogawa”

“I just want to see him get punched, repeatedly, by real and fictional people.”

Groundskeeper Willie:

“Because he's ripped and clearly willing to go to insane lengths to win. This guy will punch you in the throat, he doesn't give a shit.”

“There ain’t nary an animal alive that can outrun a greased Scotsman!”

[let-them-fight]

TAYLOR SWIFT vs HATSUNE MIKU

[bestfurryhusband]

AND WE HAVE A WINNER!

ASTERIUS HAS BEEN VOTED TUMBLR'S BEST FURRY HUSBAND!!!!

[azrael-the-reaper-demon]

Mutant Fighting Tournament: Part 1:

The Mutant Defense Corps Champions tournament was held every two years, a show of pride for the warriors who put their bodies on the line for the defense of the common man. This tournament had even more fanfare than usual, with non-MDC fighters making the final eight, and even the queen herself joining in. It was set to be an exciting showcase. An announcer made his way down to the ring in the middle of the arena, grabbing a microphone from the air and beginning his spiel.

“Ladies and gentlemen, beastmen of all ages and kinds, it is my honor to welcome you to the 24th biannual MDC champions tournament! We’ve got an exciting slate for you folks tonight, so stay put!”

The matchups shined brightly on the big screen above his head, reading:

QUEEN CARNELIAN VS. PHOENIX

AZALEA VS. AMBER

IVY VS. LEVIATHAN

VERA VS. ANASTASIA

The announcer gave the raucous crowd a smile as he waited for them to tire, “I should stop talking now, huh?” He taunted, much to the crowd’s delight, “Let’s get this show on the road!”

Fight 1: Carnelian vs. Phoenix

Before the fight even began there was pomp and circumstance, an entire legion of the Queen’s men leading her out into the ring, the sounds of fanfare echoing through the arena as the crowd stood silently in her presence. She was accompanied to the battleground by her assistant, Rose, a hawk-mutant with a mean streak of her own, and the original holder of this spot in the tournament before the queen herself decided she wanted a challenge.

“Our first fighter hails from the capital of the beastmen! She’s your reigning, defending, Queen of the land… your majesty herself, Carnelian!”

The ruler waved to her subjects as she removed her royal robe to reveal her gear, the lioness deciding to showcase a bit more than the people thought she would. Her boxing gloves were neatly fitted, the royal coat of arms stamped on them with shimmering glory, and she readied herself for the entrance of her opponent.

“And her challenger, hailing from the streets of Chicago, standing at a professional kickboxing record of 27-0, Phoenix Riley!”

In walked Phoenix, a fox-mutant with a chip on her shoulder. She was a veteran fighter, as shown by her record, and honestly wished to embarrass the queen as much as she could. Phoenix entered the ring in full kickboxing regalia, stepping foot in the ring to a lull from the hordes. She stared down her opponent like a woman on a mission, the lioness looking back with a grin.

“It’s not too late to quit, dear.” The queen chided.

Phoenix chortled, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“It certainly would save me some trouble.”

“Too bad I like trouble.”

The referee brought the pair to the middle of the ring and explained the rules of the ropes: twelve rounds max, winner will be declared by knockout or by their corner throwing in the towel, and no headbutting or elbow strikes (kicks are allowed, thanks to Phoenix’s objections). The fighters touched gloves, put up their guards, and with a resounding DING! The fight had begun.

Both fighters circled each other to start, looking for any weaknesses as they patiently plodded around the ring. Phoenix threw the first strike, a jab that sneaked through the Queen’s guard and bopped her right on the cheek. The kickboxer gained a bit of momentum after that, following it up with a kick to her thigh and a short straight to her gut. Carnelian continued her tactic of encircling, throwing her first punch of the day which barely went wide from its target. Phoenix tried to capitalize, but was blocked by the Queen’s glove, then that same glove flung itself at her abdomen, landing in her abdomen with a thunk.

The veteran kickboxer felt the sting from the blow, but had no time to ready herself, feeling another shot to her ribs coming from the opposite direction. Carnelian had a smile on her face, momentum shifting her way in the fight as the bell rang to end the first round, both fighters walking back to their corners.

“She’s good.” Said Phoenix's cutwoman Azalea, who had a fight later on herself.

“She’s the queen, of course she’s good.”

“You’re the one who said you’d knock her out in round one.”

“I did say that, but after she nearly broke a rib, I think I'll take it back.”

In the other corner, the confidence was more palpable.

“You’ve got this, your majesty.”

“If I can just get a good hit on her…”

“You have the momentum, all you need to do is keep her at bay.”

“I know what I’m doing, Rose.”

DING!

The second round began like the first, with both fighters trying to find weaknesses in the other before laying down their cards. This time, the queen struck first, throwing an errant haymaker that flew just over Phoenix's head, causing the fox to count her lucky stars. The veteran fighter answered with a kick to her opponent’s ankle, knocking her off balance for a second before drilling her with an overhead left that slammed into her jaw. Carnelian stumbled, putting her guard in a defensive position until her ears stopped ringing. She could feel fists crash into her forearms and gloves, with every fourth punch or so hitting the target.

Phoenix smiled inwardly as she noticed where her opponent was: pinned against the ropes, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. She continued the assault with two jabs to her belly, then another pair to her ribcage. The queen broke the onslaught by grabbing her opponent by the waist and forcing her into a clinch, basically pushing herself off the ropes until the referee broke them up. The veteran kickboxer scoffed with begrudging respect at the clever move, then ate leather as the queen rocketed a straight to her jaw, sending a shockwave through her body.

The kickboxer staggered, allowing the queen to go on the offensive. She curled a fist into her foe’s side, then landed a right cross that connected right under Phoenix’s eye. Carnelian could hear her fallen father shout with glee as she hit her opponent with a hook that rattled her skull. The fox girl was saved by the bell, however, finally ending the walloping she was on the wrong end of.

“She’s wailing on you.” Azalea spoke with a shake, wiping the blood from her teacher’s face.

“I have to be more careful.”

“Just kill her. That’s what you always told me.”

Phoenix licked the blood from her busted lip, “It’s far easier said than done.”

Another toll, another round. Phoenix stood up from her stool and prepared herself for another beating, but the queen decided to start slow again. The veteran kickboxer watched her with anticipation, but soon she grew bored. She stepped forward, letting down her guard to let the queen think she had a shot, then a fist collided with Carnelian’s nose, then another drilled into her gut. The ruler was in shock, falling for the rather obvious faint.

Phoenix kept it up, giving the leader no time to counter as she sent punch after punch into every part of her body, trying to do as much damage as possible. But to her frustration, Carnelian didn’t go down. In fact, she barely even staggered. The kickboxer felt her rage boil-

THWACK!

The crowd gasped as the former champion went limp, her back crashing to the mat below with an echo. She looked up at the lights as the ref’s count rang through her ears. Phoenix’s mouthpiece had to be in the fourth row as she laid there, beginning to push herself up at the count of four. She got to her knees, then barely made it up to her feet in time, the ref shouting eight before stopping.

Carnelian stood in the neutral corner with a grin, flexing her muscles and staring Phoenix down as she stood.

“You should’ve stayed down.” The queen chided smugly. She didn’t get a response.

Azalea gave her teacher a new mouthpiece and the fight began again, but the rest of the round was one that both of them would want to forget. Phoenix’s vision was hazy, with one eye swollen and the other still rattling from the uppercut. She put up a weak guard that was quickly broken by a pair of hooks that sent her head side-to-side, a mix of blood and spit flying into the air. The veteran fighter was completely punchdrunk, drooling onto her chest. Carnelian stared at her handiwork for a few seconds before the bell rang to end the round, the queen wiping the coat of crimson off her royal gloves.

“What the fuck was that?!” The wolf shouted at her teacher, trying to get her head back down from dreamland.

“I was… too aggressive…”

“No shit!”

“Quit yelling.”

“No! I want you to kick her ass! Counter counter counter!”

Phoenix sighed, “I know what I’m doing.”

“Then show me, okay? You’re making me worried.”

“I just need to play more defense.”

“You better put your money where that mouth is.”

DING!

As if risen from the dead, Phoenix used her newfound approach to limit the Queen’s strikes as much as she could, making the next few rounds far more balanced, though far less exciting for the crowd. Both fighters landed the occasional hard blow, but neither seemed to get the upper hand. By the end of the eighth round, both were bloody, bruised, and battered to hell and back. When the bell rang to end it, the canvas was practically colored crimson, a mosaic of literal blood, sweat, and tears.

They both sat in their corners, staring each other down like predators fighting over their last meal. Phoenix’s left eye was swollen shut, the other was halfway there. The taste of blood filled her mouth as Azalea put ice on the bump and wiped her face with a wet towel. Carnelian didn’t look much better, a sizable cut above her right eye blurring her vision from all the blood running down her face. Though, it was her body that had taken the most damage, her abs as red as raw meat.

The bell rang for the start of round number nine, both fighters circling each other like they did at the start. Phoenix opened her guard for a moment, letting the queen take the bait and smashing a right cross into her liver. The veteran stayed stoic as she watched the Queen’s head snap backwards, blood flying into the stands before she received two hooks that swung her head back and forth like pinball. Carnelian staggered, throwing a straight that her opponent ducked and countered with a heavy uppercut to her solar plexus, making the queen spew crimson like a broken faucet as she was lifted off her feet.

The horde screamed with cheers as the queen doubled over on the mat, hearing the referee’s count echo through the arena.

“1…2…3…4…”

She didn’t stir.

“5…6…7…8…”

Phoenix heard her cough violently, that was about it.

“9…”

“10!”

The crowd cheered wildly as the man raised Phoenix’s arm into the air, Azalea running in to give her a hug as the final result was shouted through the PA system.

“AND YOUR WINNER BY KNOCKOUT, WITH A MINUTE AND 25 SECONDS REMAINING IN THE NINTH ROUND, PHOENIX RILEY!”

The veteran kickboxer let out a slight grin, watching as the medical staff carried the queen away.

[cak31ssuperi04]

"Basically what happens is, Grace and Max are right about to win. They're right about to do it. And then, there's a groaning. In the floorboards. Suddenly, the staircase gives out beneath Grace and Max, and they fall through the floors. They fall stories. Pieces of wood shove through their chests, and they both are killed."

"But keep this in mind, nothing truly dies in the Waylon house. Grace and Max become ghosts, and they're off doing whatever, but they're no longer involved in the tournament."

So.. that Pit Stop in Hatchetfield tag team deathmatch huh.

[bakudekublogblog]

the funniest part about coming to mha late, was I knew bkdk was extremely controversial and had seen some of the discourse about from the outside, so when I finally decided to watch it I was shocked to discover just how much of the plot revolved around izuku having a huge crush on kacchan

[gayest-classiclit]

Classic Literature Sexyperson Tournament; Round 1

propaganda:

Quincey:

quincey deserves #1 sexyman prize. he is the token cowboy. in a gothlit book. his first instinct when in danger in to randomly shoot through windows to (scare the shit out of) protect his friends. he decided he would literally die for a group of people he met like 3 hours ago because they seemed nice enough. he's texan for christ's sake. tropes: angst (dead), bait, distinctive voice, LGTBQ+ coded (dracula polycule is canon bram told me so), himbo (-ish), well dressed (cowboy).

Dracula:

owwsaawoagghb. older gentleman who is very regal and polite and is a fucking vampire how much sexier can you get

Obv everyone knows vampire sexy. The sensuality of drinking blood is *chef's kiss*. But I just really wanted an excuse to share this one thing, that isn't even related directly to the novel. So, my junior year of high school we read Dracula, and then our class went on a field trip to see a local theatre group perform the Dracula stage play-- and EVERY TIME Dracula came on stage, his neckline would progressively dip Lower and Lower (like. Comedically so) until he was soooo close to showing just straight up tiddie, but still juuuust barely not-- the tease was immaculate and istg it was doing Something for everyone in the audience. It was transcendent. An awakening. Even all these years later when my old high school friends and I bring it up, the only detail we can remember from that performance is Count Dracula's plunging neckline and that's Gotta count for something right

[thing-fight]

Round 2

[fellfirst-fellharder-fight]

Round 3: Fight 1

Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu (Scum Villains Self Saving System) vs Xie Lian/Hua Cheng (Heaven Officials Blessing)

Propaganda under the cut!

Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS):

Shen Qingqiu has been in love with Binghe since before he even knew he was gay, the man thought he was straight reading a stallion novel full of smut, just for Binghe, and Binghe decided that if he couldn’t have SQQ that he would destroy the entire world. When SQQ died he kept his body around just in case and had to fight people off almost daily so that he could keep it around, man went full feral about it. They are so insane about each other.

Xie Lian/Hua Cheng (Heaven Officials Blessing):

Hua cheng literally fell of a building and Xie lian caught him and has been silently ping for him for thousands of years like, making statues of him, following him around in disguise, wearing a string on his finger to mimic the hair that xie lian put there once. And Xie lian once he figures it out is willing to disobey heavens direct orders to smooch Hua cheng even though he was explicitly told that Hua cheng was dangerous and not to be associated with. They make me crazy insane. Ndheuaisbdudhdjdi

[baldguy-fight]

BALD GUY FIGHT FINAL

[divorced-tournament]

Round 2, Side A2: Softboots (Puss in Boots) vs SamSam (FATT)

[fave-fight]

ROUND 1, MATCH 41

NO MAGIC, POWERS, WEAPONS, OR ADDITIONAL HELP FROM OTHERS

L Lawliet:

“He's got some sick capoeira shit, kicked Light in the face once. It's such a cool & unusual fighting style I dont think anyone will have a strategy for it. ”

“He knows capoeira and is good at it, and is surprisingly good at taking a hit to the face. Also, I love him, that counts for something, right?”

A horse:

“*David Attenborough voice*  Ah! Here we see the noble horse. Truly one of nature's least survivable animals. This pathetic specimen cannot handle the breakage of it's legs, because it is too intellectually limited to avoid using the damaged appendage. In a fight with virtually any other animal the impressive strength that a stallion may demonstrate is immediately made secondary to the limited survivability of a horse.  Horses are not good fighters. I don't like horses. They will lose many many fights.  Thank you for coming to my (David H Attenborough's) TED Talk.”

“i saw this on the spreadsheet and thought it was funny so i'm supporting it with a vote. let's get a horse in this fight”

“Have you tried fighting a horse? Shit's scary :(”

[let-them-fight]

JULIUS CAESAR VS SO MANY FUCKING KNIVES !

[bestfurryhusband]