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[@Mr Allen J]
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[h1][color=fff200]=Rio De Janeiro, 2:32 P.M.=[/color][/h1]

Finally, the fucking day was here. Striding down the aisle filled with fighters from all over the frick-fucking globe, a dapper young man puckered his lips as he eyed the other shitfuckers who were performing all sorts of dynamically dumb actions. Ranging from shoving two slovenly tits against bodies, to one fuckass screaming spit in another shitsuckers face as the former put a finger onto his chest.

[color=ed1c24]*Sigh.*[/color]

Quite frankly, these imbeciles did not have a speck of fucking decorum. As he passed by some incredibly damn hot ladies, he couldn't help but step with a certain swagger, tapping his cane onto the floor. He rotated his head back with a fucking lecherously inhuman look in his eye smiled and tipped his hat. [color=ed1c24]"Fucking ladies."[/color]

The two women couldn't help but turn to the man and look at him as if he belonged in an asylum. Blinking for a few seconds, the two scoffed and rolled their eyes, heading in the opposing direction. As they did, The One's smile turned into a fucking frown, gritting his hardass teeth. [color=ed1c24]"God fuck on a crap tower, they had a great fucking pair."[/color]

The One wrinkled his nose and continued walking fucking forward, uttering something beneath his breath as he continued analyzing people who stood out from the rest - it wasn't difficult to tell that musclebound bitch in a mask had a fuckton of ki, considering he could just sense it... oh, and he was surrounded by fans who would take it up the ass, male or female.

Jesus, it was a flustercuck of cliche's you would see in an amateur writer's book. [color=ed1c24]"Shityam fuckfoils and all that jazz..."[/color]

As he continued on his way to the receptionist to sign up and shit on all the other cucktestants, he watched as a man in a turban waltz up behind the lady. Whether or not they were a battle fucking couple or not, they had a nice assortment of ki, as well as some possible other assets... on the woman, not the man... fuck them both though, he was going to display his goddick prowess.

[color=ed1c24]"I'm guessing this is where I fucking sign up to shit on everyone, correct,"[/color] The One sauntered up to an available receptionist, announcing his questions as the man just looked up with a glazed look in his eyes. There was a bit of a delay as the latter blinked, staring at the peculiarly dressed man. He didn't look like a fighter, but eh, what the hell did he know.

"... I don't get paid enough to be shat on sir, but yes this is where ya sign up," he grumbled before continuing on. "Name?"

[color=ed1c24]"I'm The One, The fucking One."[/color]

The receptionist couldn't help but shake his head, wondering why he ended up getting stuck with [i]this[/i] particular Nomad. The one who stared expectingly with a downward, condemning gaze. He stared at the finger that was rapping on the dapper Nomads cane.

"Sir, a name, not a title."

Was he fucking kidding? That was The One's god damn name! That's who he fucking was! Was this dipshit daft or deaf? His frown became starkly deep as he descended on the man who remained unfazed by this random person.

[color=ed1c24]"The. Fucking. One."[/color]

"Alright, alright 'The One,' I get it, Jesus Chri-"

Out of no where, the area erupted with sounds of a crumbling infrastructure as that lady near him exploded into a fury of punches. The One couldn't help but watch as this fuckwit came crashing back down with the rest of the debris before getting launched out of the area like he was some Steely Dan knock-off.

"Property damage. That's new."

The One couldn't help but turn back to the fucking unimpressed man, raising a damn eyebrow as he inched towards the deadpan man, moving his jaw slightly back and forth. [color=ed1c24]"So, shouldn't you fucking do something about her?"[/color] The One seemed to notice a minuscule fucking difference in the receptionist whose eyebrows shot up with an agape jaw to boot.

"Naw... This may be pretty strange to you, but I prefer not pissing off a woman who just sent a man flying out of this place... Anyways, you're done, signed up."

So... this was what the competition was like... pivoting around, The One tipped his hat, giving a good fucking day to him as he walked off in the same direction as the black woman. He merely stopped around the same vicinity as the Samba Dancers, one of which that tried to fucking lure him in... and was promptly ignored him after his own damn vulgar responses. Who knew that there would be some negativity towards a random stranger who had the fuckbag mouth of a shitstealing sailor?

Regardless, he found himself taking a seat nearby other fighters who were merely relaxing or showing off... and then there was the flaming hot bitch who fisted a man a couple of minutes ago. The One couldn't help but analyze the woman for a bit before coming to one grand conclusion.

[Color=ed1c24]"Jesus fucking Christ, your tits are as big as your muscles... scratch that, the damn meat on your arms are bigger, but still."[/color]

Yup, that was a great fuckin' idea.[/center]