Ask Event Hutt Ball Season One

[Poffo Sauvage]

As one might expect, after a steel chair shot by Mr. Macho, the gloating and hotdogging would commence. Spinning, finger flourishing, calling in cheers from the adoring crowd, some added "OOOOOOH YEEEEE-AAHHH!'"s for added emphasis. Until he stopped cold and saw his teammates once again get taken out by either bad luck or their own incompetence. It was about to the point that it didn't matter anymore for Macho. He was real close to dropping a flying elbow on the Sith whom he had such high expectations for.

As it stood, he was now in a handicap match. Two vs. one. It wasn't entirely new territory for him. As a cage and pit fighter, he had taken on such odds before...but those were not fights against Mandos or with blasters. At this point, he was certainly the underdog. But, fortune favors the bold, or so Macho thought. Down two to one, hope of getting to the ball and avoiding two Mandalorians long enough to score was a pipe dream. Macho had to take at least one of these buckets of bolts down and out of the game.

He picked the woozy one (@Scoobert) who was already on the ground. He sprinted across the pitch toward him, hoping the suddenness would take him off guard, hoping that he was still woozy and enjoying the fruits of his labor in the form of two KO's. As Mr. Macho sprinted across the pitch he would do his best to use the durasteel chair as a moving shield. Hopefully between that and his amazingly beautiful and tough jacket would be see him through the round. His intentions were to whack the Mando right over the head with the steel folding chair, further concussing him, or, should the opportunity arise, give his jetpack a solid thumping hoping that it would send him off into space like they have shown they were prone to do.

Dice link: 15 out of 20

 

[Laren Vano]

Death was down finally. Looked like the light would finally shine on the Mandalorians in this barbaric sport. A two versus one situation would leave the Mandalorians ready to attack. Laren, Iron Man, would take notice of the area around him. After surveying the playing field he heard thunderous footsteps coming towards him. It would undoubtedly be the likes of Macho Man running to him. The Mandalorian looked to him and noticed the chair in the hands of the opponent. It was a steel chair. Steel is a conductor of heat, looked like the answer would be clear.

Through the pain Laren would lift his arm and ignite the flamethrower on it as it pointed towards the incoming Macho Man. The flames would be enough to leave some damage on the opponent, or at least heat the chair enough to make him drop it. These were what the Mandalorian would envision in his head. Hopefully his ally would be able to come to his aid in case of the attack being unsuccessful.

"I'm ready for you kyorla kyr'ad"

Rolled 13 out of 20 with -1 modifier = 12

@The Good Doctor

 

[Huttball League]

Mr. Macho was just like a train, he was gathering and gathering momentum, he isn't losing steam. It seems like Mr. Macho is just unstoppable.

Iron Man shooting his flamethrower at the man was the correct move. It made the most sense, the enemy is charging at him and making him go through a wall of fire to meet their own demise.

But not even that could stop Mr. Macho, he was moving into too fast undaunted. Maybe it was Iron Man's reaction time that helped along with a number of other factors. The steel chair would bear the brunt of the fire. The steel being conductive would not make a difference in time. Mr. Macho's leather jacket would also help defend against the flames as well.

In the end, Mr. Macho would connect with the steel chair to the head of Iron Man. The helmet isn't enough as Mr. Macho's sheer strength would slam into him right into the head. The sheer impact, combined with the lingering injury from eariler and damage sustained from the shatterbeam rifle earlier, Iron Man couldn't take much more. Iron Man is KO'ed!

Maybe if his Mandalorian partner helped it could have made a difference, maybe they could have overcome the Macho one. But that's not what happened.

After that display of strength and prowess, the people watching would cheer, not just the captive audience, but also the people watching via holotelevison as well. Mr. Macho was hit by the flames, but he didn't sustain the flames for long and had his jacket and chair to avoid any serious burns. He would have felt hot, but he can manage.

Now only one more person stands between him (@Kell Rook), the ball, and the goal. He has two options, he can get the ball and attempt to score as soon as possible, or outright engage him directly. What will Mr. Macho do? We will find out soon...

Spoiler: OOC Notice

@Kell Rook didn't post in time limit, he passes. -2 slow reaction speed modifer this new posting round imposed.

@Isen Mr. Macho is virtually unharmed, has three knockouts to his name overall, and the crowd loves him. Good job! Huttball DM will give +1 modifier to this new posting round to Mr. Macho.

 

[Akalenedat]

Arbalest took a few deep breathes and slowed down. He closed his eyes and began to focus- not on the crowd, not on his teammates, not even on the ball. He focused on Mr. Taco, or whoever the hell he was supposed be. His lucky gut instinct (the Force) gave him only one path to go down. He took one last deep breath, blocking out the little distractions around him.

Then, the Mandalorian opened his eyes and took to the sky, flying over Mr. Macho’s head, whipped around, and took his two Westar’s in a wicked fast quickdraw to begin firing at the back of his opponents head and shoulders and prepared for a counter attack. Kell wasn’t going to let his people lose a second time. He was out for blood today, and the disrespectful bastard that had the praise of the crowd would hopefully eat all the lasers Kell could feed him.

[Rolled an 11-20 gosh dang it.]

@The Good Doctor

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

Just like when Mr. Macho watched Galactic Wrestling Entertainment as a youngster on the holos, the durasteel folding chair was no object to be trifled with. Down went another Mandalorian as the clang of the steel on steel echoed through the arena. Poffo tossed the chair behind him, pointed at Iron Man, and did the cutthroat sign. The flames managed to lick the bearded brawler, sizzling the edges of his beard and burned away some of the tassels on his beautiful pink and black jacket. For the most part, however, he was no worse for ware. The Mando named Iron Man, however? Poffo waffled him real good.

As the droid was coming to take the Mando off the pitch, Macho decided to give him a little science lesson. "Ooh, yeah, you want to call yourself Iron Man, huh? You thought you had it all figured out, didn't ya? Yeah, you thought, ooh, iron, yeah, it's a tough, raw metal. Then you matched up that with Man to make "Iron Man" and came flying in here like you're some sort of marvel, yeah...yeah, you did."

Macho would spin around, asking for the crowd to give him a cheer. He could tell that he was about to a point where every little thing he did got a pop from the crowd. For whatever reason, they were loving his antics. "Buuuuuuuuuuuut..." Mr. Macho would say as he bent his knees and finger flourished sort of to the mostly lifeless body of Iron Man, but more to the crowd who was eating all of this up, "allow to let me you in on a little metallurgical point of fact! Yeah, Iron is weak and buckles to durasteel! OOOOOH, YEEEE-AAHH!"

Again, Macho would spin around, highlighting the many vibrant tassels that flowed freely from the sleeves of his jacket. Two red team members were down, and only one was left. Poffo could either go for the ball or go for another KO, and honestly, Poffo was having a lot more fun KOing members than he was scoring. Besides, with the way things were going and his sudden galactic notoriety, he would be scoring again later on that night anyway...if you catch his drift.

No question, The Madness would be going for one more KO so he could pick up the ball and hot dog his way across the scoring line. Poffo was beginning to wonder if the myths about the Mandos were all hype. He had seen precious little of the "mighty warriors" to impress him. On the other hand, if they were as tough as advertised, then Poffo must be a freaking Stone Cold Cutter of a bad man. The Coruscanti brawler put eyes on the substituted Mandalorian and saw that he took to the air. Sauvage pointed at him and yelled, "I knew you didn't have the brass to fight me like a man, yeah!" If the Mando played cat and mouse in the air, he would have a definite advantage. If he fought toe to toe against Poffo, a man who made a career fighting some of the meanest old cusses in the galaxy in no holds barred matches, then the needle likely spiked well over to his end.

But, perhaps the Mando made a mistake by going right over Poffo's head. The flamethrower was still attached to his back. Keep in mind, the BM-3KF flame projector expelled a searing hot line of 1000 degrees centigrade fire an amazing 20 meters. If the Mando was going to fly right over Macho's head, Poffo would try to see to it that he would be cooked inside that metal suit trying. Poffo would aim and try to keep the flame on this Mando and turn his beskar suit into a meat smoker. Perhaps, smoked Mando would be the menu later that night.

@The Good Doctor

Dice- 15 out of 20, +1 modifier for a roll of 16

 

[Huttball League]

As the Mandalorian was making his attack run, Mr. Macho was laying some heat of his own, although abit in a slightly more literal fashion. Arbalest would be caught in a wide burst of it, and like Feannag before him, he too would be very much set on fire. His whole body from foot to upper chest would be set on fire. The Hutts on commentary have eyes that is reflecting the hot plasma being streamed at the Mandalorian.

Although Arbalest would be able to fly away from the Macho one, but he is already on fire. Time is running short and so is Arbalest's ability to stay in the game. He would have to figure out some way to extinguish the flames before he is overcome by them... and hope Mr. Macho doesn't press his advantage over the one burning alive.

The Hutts at commentary are just laughing, taking delight in the pleasure of the carnage caused here. They weren't even commentating at this point any more, they were just taking in the carnage, it is beautiful, and so is the growing viewership, wanting to see people burned alive on live holotv. Sick people they are, but it's glorious. It was Dabba's idea to add a flamethrower into the random selection of added weapons for round 2. And as it turned out, the random numbers allowed the flamethrower to be close to Mr. Macho.

Second by second, Arbalest's chances at winning the round for his team are dropping and so are the number of options he can take. And second by second Mr. Macho is surely emboldened. The medical droid was observing Feannag in the bacta tank, but he was recalled to take position close to the pitch with the fire extinguisher again, ready to douse the Mandalorian if needed.

@Kell Rook @Isen

 

[Akalenedat]

Damn this whole fight. I’m just making all of us look like fools. So much for honor. As soon as Arbalest immolated in flames, he landed and rolled around on the ground trying his best to put out the flames. When the burning sensation died down he popped back to his feet and gathered himself.

He absolutely hated Mr. Macho- the way he acted boiled the Mando’s blood. He wasn’t just going to do his best to win this round for his people, but for himself as well. Poffo was just another dead beat scumbag in the galaxy that only cared about himself. The most disgusting and dishonorable creature this arena could look upon- and they all cheered for him. If this man acted as well as fought, Kell would have zero problems with him even though his pride would’ve been shot if he lost. But because Poffo didn’t act that way, Kell was going to rip him apart.

Then we’ll see how Macho you really are.

@The Good Doctor

(Rolled another 11/20. Sorry gang. I guess Space Trash might wins this round.)

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

Spoiler: The Hope and Prayer of All of Macho's Adoring Fans

As the flying inferno (read, Mando on fire) was headed to the ground for unexected stop, drop, and roll tutorial, Mr. Macho would take the time to gloat and revel his success and cheers. He turned around slowly listening to the adoring fans as he nodded during his turn. Every so often, he would spot a small child cheering for him and give that young tike a thumb's up or he would spot a hot female in the crowd and would wink at her.

But of course, he had to take advantage of his screen time. "It's not just the Madness today, dig it!?!" Suavuage yelled to the crowd. "Nope, nippity-no! Today, yeah, today I'm not just the Madness! As of today and every day that follows from now until eternity, that would be the end of tiiiiiiiime, I shall henceforth be called the Mando Slayer Madness, yee-ah!"

Macho should probably go for the ball. Perhaps that would be the smart thing to do. However, winning a secondary issue for The Madness. This was free advertising. This was marketing- for his bounty hunting tag team with Klied, the new upstart paramilitary group he was helping to start, and of course, himself. If he could get another brutal KO on the cameras before turned ran out, Poffo was thinking legendary status until the end of his days. So, screw the ball. Poffo was going for the highlight knockout.

He started walking toward the flaming suit of armor that was currently doubling as an oven baking an entree of rack-o-Mando. Both hands stretched out to his side and his fingers wiggled before he ducked his chin so that he could point to the medium-well-done-Mando and stare right over the top of his massive index finger. "We're here to put on a show, yeah...Cheap, bloody entertainment, the spectacle of the hour, a circus of blood. But as you can, Mr. Macho is the ringleader, yeah. The Madness is calling the shots with the chair and the whip and the beasts under the big tent do what I say, Yeah! And I say, this show has had enough of its clowns!"

Wasting no time after his taunt, Poffo would sprint at the Mandolorian and try to dropkick him off the platform to the floor some several below. If he was successful, this would, of course, set up his patented flying elbow from the top ramp right to the throat of a dazed Arbalest.

@The Good Doctor

Spoiler: Dice

Nat 12 out of 20 Not sure if the modifiers are still active. If so, it's a 13.

 

[Huttball League]

Sure Arbalest (@Kell Rook) may have managed to get the flames out, but the damage done by the flames was already done. The pain, the agony, and with a helmet with no filter, the hot plasma burnign and smoke would cut into the Mandalorian's breathing. Those are all factors that would leave the Mandalorian very much weakened. When Mr. Macho went on the attack, the dropkick by Mr. Macho (@Isen) connected, sending him plummeting off to the lower platform.

The Mandalorian would land, and would make a loud thud sound with the weight of him and his armor colliding against the bare metal. That would hurt a lot, and is now at the mercy at what the Macho One wants to do. All eyes are upon the Macho One, looking at anticipation of what he is going to do next.

The people have to admit, even though Bom Trady wasn't in this game, the people were liking this one. Between two people lit of by a flamethower, someone being struck by lightning, and basically anything Mr. Macho does, it's been a fun event. Maybe except for the Red Team getting hammered in the pitch.

Time is running short, the Blue Team is still holds only point on the board, with each second passes it becomes more apparent that Blue Team victory is imminent. Mr. Macho would have enough time for his elbow drop if he wishes to do that, maybe some more riling up the crowd. But not much else. Or maybe try inflate his career score via scoring with the ball. Whatever it is, it's clear that the Hutts behind the game are having a blast.

Spoiler: OOC

@Kell Rook is dazed from the damage sustained this game round, and is at the mercy of whatever Isen rolls. You can post if you want, but Arbalest isn't in the condition to make any actions, no need to roll.

@Isen Whatever your final move will be, please roll d20 as usual to determine how badass it is. No modifiers for this one.

As a reminder, this event ends in two days (the 28th). This new posting will be the last, lets end on a high note!

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

As soon as Macho's feet connected with the metal breastplate of the Mando, he knew that he kicked flush and that his opponent would be meeting the floor a platform level below. Poffo hopped up without even checking to see just how bad Arbalest had fallen. Instead, Poffo went back to playing the crowd. He pointed to the crowd on one side and then raised that arm and motioned for them to cheer by giving them the "come on" sign. He very quickly did the same to the other. He followed that up by asking the crowds in front and behind him to cheer him on, which they did.

The professional pit fighter/bounty hunter/mercenary/crowd favorite shed the flamethrower as he approached the edge of the platform and looked at the Mandalorian who appeared to be quite out of it below him. Sauvage pointed to his right elbow and then to Arbalest as he yelled to the crowd, "Who wants to see the one and only Mr. Macho plant this elbow right in the Mando's throat, yeah!" The crowd, of course, came for blood and were fully backing Poffo as a fan favorite.

As he looked down, he noticed this was no small risk he was taking. The drop was severe. It was on a metal floor. The opponent had a suit of armor on. Poffo would elevate another foot or two in the air when he jumped, and if he got the geometry wrong, it would hurt like hell or he could easily severely injure himself.

But what a hell of a pop he'll get from the crowd if he sticks the landing...

Macho sized it up, his hands went to the sky in unison above his head. They dropped suddenly, and then he used to them once more to give him some momentum as he jumped. His trajectory was decided. He got parallel to the ground as he started his descent, his elbow aimed for a crushing blow on the Mando's throat.

@The Good Doctor

Dice - 10 out of 20

 

[Akalenedat]

Everything went black.

Then, muffled cheering, but not for him. Pain burst over every ounce of Kell’s body. He tried gasping for air but his broken ribs felt like daggers were worked into his chest.
His helmet…his beskar helmet was broken.
Physically, this man was broken.

Gasping for air, he barely stood up and tore his helmet off which revealed his bruised up face. He put up his hands as if he was trying to prepare himself to counter attack which wasn’t going to happen.
He spat out some blood while he gazed up at his foe.
Almost toppeling over in a daze, he managed to get a few words out before his demise.

“I can do this all day.”

@The Good Doctor

 

[Huttball League]

And the elbow drop hit and it looked fine. Just fine. Still, the crowd had their fill of excitement from the action and carnage that was strewn around. A few seconds after the Mr. Macho landed his elbow drop to the throat of the Mandalorian, a large airhorn sound would ring through out the pitch, signaling that time is up for this great game of Hutt Ball!

With that buzzing, the medical droid that was watching his new best friend Feannag recover asleep in the bacta tank was grumbling that he has to now rescue that Mandalorian. The medical droid would stride over to the mandalorian, assess the damage, and take him to another of the bacta tanks.

Holograms of the Hutt commentators would then be superimposed above the pitch. "Everyone, everyone!" "Here are your winners, Mr. Macho, Krazy Kel, and Death, the Blue Team!" "Congratulations to all, you all put up a great fight, hahaha. Boonta smiles upon ya'll"

The hologram would then fade and then the pirate skiff would then land in the center of the pitch. "Come winners, come to receive your prizes. twelve-thousand and five-hundred Hutt peggats and a Golden Winners Trophy for your victory! "

A ramp would then be cast so the winners could board the ship and take their prizes. They will both their trophies and their hutt peggats. If they aren't interested in peggats, a hutt-only currency then it can be exchanged for it's equivalent in credits. The exchange rate is one peggat = forty credits.

But they were not done. "Mr. Macho." "For scoring the only point on the board, for your brutality and the carnage you caused, for showcasing what Hutt Ball is all about" "We present to you the Platinum Hutt Ball trophy for Most Valuable Player!" Mr. Macho will be walking out with not one trophy, but two. "We hope to see you with us again, hahahaha."

They may or may not receive other prizes in time as a compliment, depends on how generous the Hutts are feeling. But anyways, With that, the rest of the contestants would be well recovered, or should be anyway. Feannag's bacta tank recovery would be complete unless there are any hiccups. Him and Laren should be able both move around, they might still be feeling pain from previous wounds. Krazy Kel should have recovered, although would have a concussion. Death is... still out however, last the Hutts recall. Arbalest's condition is still unknown however although the Hutt Ball medical team would be doing their best.

With that, the victory celebrations can begin.

Spoiler: OOC Notice

The game has concluded! Thank you everyone for the amazing game, hope you all had fun and hopefully the next game will be just as fun if not more.

Everyone is welcome to post one more time, to receive their prizes, to react .etc PVP is disabled from this point on.

Thank you again, you all have a great one.

@Isen
@EviFoxx
@Tulos
@Tom
@Kell Rook
@Scoobert

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

In a word, glorious. Mr. Macho loved the brutality of a fair fight, and this was fair all the way around. Perhaps to the surprise of others, it was the pit fighter, the brawler that won over the crowd and the dominated the game, not the Mandalorians in their fancy armor or the Force users with their fancy red-laser swords. No. It was simply a man who fought because he loved to fight, a man who would prefer brass knuckles to blasters, but a man who could damn well use a flamethrower when the situation called for it.

"Mr. Macho...For scoring the only point on the board, for your brutality and the carnage you caused, for showcasing what Hutt Ball is all about....We present to you the Platinum Hutt Ball trophy for Most Valuable Player!"

Sauvage twirled around to the delight of the crowd, the tassels of his jacket adding a tremendous amount of flair to an already outlandish individual in an outlandish outfit. There to greet him was none other than "Green" Pene Yakerton wearing his trademark tuxedo and holding a microphone. Also there were two drop-dead gorgeous and scantily-clad Twi'leks to hand him his trophies. Mr. Macho met them, putting one arm around each of his massive trophies. After the Madness flirted a little bit and gave them the room number and location of where he would be staying later that night, he allowed "Green" Pene to approach.

"I am standing here with none other than Mr. Macho, a man who will no doubt be a holonet sensation, a superstar born overnight," Yakerton started with Poffo nodding in agreement. "You've got to be pleased with your performance in this hard fought victory."

Sauvage did a double take to invisible people on both sides of him as his head looked this way and that in shock. He put the trophies down and his left hand came up with finger flourishes before holding up a large, stubby index finger. "Wait a minute, wait a minute. I don't think you saw the same match that every other eyeball all over the galaxy just saw! No, I don't think you watched at all. Hard fought? I one-million percent disagree, yeah, and one million percent is more than one hundred percent!"

Poffo pointed to the crowd which were pleased to get noticed. "These people saw it. That was easy, yeah. A piece of the proverbial pie or cake or any baked good that suits your fancy, yeah it was. In fact, I'm renaming the Red Team the Bad Habits because I just dropped every one of them, yeah! One match, one MVP, from a statistically speaking standpoint, that makes me the greatest Huttball player of all time!"

Yakerton nodded, keeping the microphone in front of Macho. "I don't know if we should go that far, but I have to agree with you to the degree that you certainly took care of business."

"That's right, I took care of business, yes I did, because beyond this pretty face and captivating charisma, I am, in fact, a business man. And after today, I think the case could be made that I'm busiest, baddest man in the galaxy- bar none. I'll take on all-comers, yeah. Jedi? Sith? Doesn't matter, no. And the Mandalorians? I became King of the Mandalorians today. King Macho of the Mandos, dig it!"

Pene held up a hand and looked off to the crowd trying to slow that train down. "Hey now, wait a minute. That's an awful big statement, Macho."

"A big statement, yes it i---yus. Big statement. Buuuuuuuut..." Macho reached down and lifted up a regular bucket that had been crudely painted to resemble a Mandalorian helmet. "I gave the orders to those bucketheads today. They did my bidding today, yes they did." He held up the bucket for everyone watching on the holonet could see. "Because at the end of the day, yeah, these three bucketheads were just a drop in the bucket compared to the ocean that is the Macho Madness, yeah! So I demand from this point forward that all Mandalorians call me King Macho of the Mandalorians."

The bald interviewer shook his head and said, "I think you're going quite a bit too far, Mr. Macho! Quite a bit!"

"Oh, yeah!" Mr. Macho shouted. "I am going too far, going all the way and going all the way tonight!" He looked over at the Twi'leks who handed him his trophies and winked before turning back to Pene. "What about you 'Green' Pene? Yeah, are you celebrating tonight? Maybe use that green pene tonight, if you dig the seeds I'm sowing in the ground? Lots of beautiful ladies in attendance tonight."

"Green" Pene yelled, clearly frustrated. "Now, wait a damn minute! This is a family show! How about some decorum!"

Poffo looked around and shook his head. "I don't think so. Not a good place for it. Decorated just right. Not the place for pretty art and fancy furniture, no, no. Burn marks all over from the flamethrowers and Fanboy's blood all over the floor...Yeah, I did all the decorating necessary for tonight, yeah!"

"Not decorate! Decorum, you blasted fool!"

Poffo waived it off. "Decor -'em, Decor them. You say Mand-A-lore, I say Mand-uh-lore."

Still frustrated, all Pene could get out was, "I..I...I...I don't say that either!"

Sauvage finger flourished with both hands and said, "Good call, yeah! I forgot that I'm King. We'll both call it Macholore, yeah!"

Yakerton could only stand there, frustrated and confused by what just took place. Mr. Macho scooped up his trophies and held them high to a cheering crowd before heading to the ramp. "Mean" Pene shook his head and finally said, "I don't even know...back to...someone."

/exit thread