Swat's eyebrows twitched as Martia swung down, Tarzan-style, to finish the job. It was clear from her scowl that she had been hoping Martia would try to be the bigger woman and let her get free before attacking. She swung her body to avoid a kick, but that didn't work at all; Martia's plan was never kicking to begin with. Instead, Swat was peppered with attacks that she could only wiggle to avoid for so long. When she finally resorted to using her hands to fend Martia off, she ended up hanging upside down like a punching bag. In the end, she was caught by one thrust that connected with her exposed back.
The audience began murmuring like they weren't sure what to think. Showbizz's smile turned upside down and she sank back into her director's chair like a deflating balloon. "That was... uh, that was your finisher? That was kinda... what's the word...?" the host called out, sounding a little weak. "Anticlimatic, that's it! Yeah..."
Despite being defeated (and feeling a little dazed from hanging around like a sack of meat), Swat grinned up at Martia. "Guess your show isn't what we're looking for after all?" she teased, allowing her arms to dangle below her. They still couldn't quite reach the floor, unlike her hair. It was pretty clear that if Martia's act ended now, it was not headed towards a green-light.
Pervy Old Men: Crestfallen
Exercise Nuts: Content
Casual Crowd: Mildly Upset
Showbizz Foundation HQ
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Instead of descending normally, Martia instead simply let go of the rope, and allowed herself to spin rapidly as she approached the floor, landing with surprising grace. She then raised her arms and stuck out her chest, like a gymnast that had just finished her routine...but that pose finally did it for the poor strings on her left side, and both simultaneously, yet quietly, snapped apart (and yet she STILL didn't catch that it might be a nice idea to refresh her outfit). Nothing particularly naughty was revealed in of itself, but one wrong movement and the audience would get an unobstructed view of her...punching bags, so to speak.
However, instead of moving, she simply took a deep breath, focusing her energy...then leapt into the air, and performed an incredibly powerful chop around the zip lines, causing the ones that held Swat in the air to snap in two...but neither Navi fell to the ground, as Martia held another rope with her legs to suspend herself, and grabbed ahold of the ones holding the other Navi up with her still free arms before she had a harsh gravity lesson. Unfortunately, this meant the fighter Navi was now upside down, and there was now nothing restraining the cloth covering her chest, which caused it to succumb to gravity...giving the audience a clear shot of her breasts. Blissfully unaware of this, she gently lowered the other Navi down to the floor, letting go of the ropes once she had done so. "What are you talking about? This is just the kind of twist ending that makes a show great! The proud Swat launches zip lines to give herself an edge, yet in the end, it's those very lines that prove to be her undoing!" ...All right, she wasn't really buying that herself...with a little further body manipulation, she dropped herself to the ground, though due to sheer damage, the former leotard simply couldn't quite cover her up top. In fact, aside from the pelvic area, and her (bizarrely completely covered) arm, she was basically completely naked on her left side, at least from the front.
"So! Are you all right? I didn't hit you too hard or anything? I don't think I had too much momentum when I struck you, but sometimes I don't know my own strength...even though that IS a mortal sin for a martial artist. Still, you're the first person that I've ever had to go all out on just to beat! You're really good!" Martia extended a hand towards Swat, to help her up, or maybe even just shake her hand. Of course, how she'd react to not only someone that just beat her, but someone with that little of her body covered, had yet to be seen...
However, instead of moving, she simply took a deep breath, focusing her energy...then leapt into the air, and performed an incredibly powerful chop around the zip lines, causing the ones that held Swat in the air to snap in two...but neither Navi fell to the ground, as Martia held another rope with her legs to suspend herself, and grabbed ahold of the ones holding the other Navi up with her still free arms before she had a harsh gravity lesson. Unfortunately, this meant the fighter Navi was now upside down, and there was now nothing restraining the cloth covering her chest, which caused it to succumb to gravity...giving the audience a clear shot of her breasts. Blissfully unaware of this, she gently lowered the other Navi down to the floor, letting go of the ropes once she had done so. "What are you talking about? This is just the kind of twist ending that makes a show great! The proud Swat launches zip lines to give herself an edge, yet in the end, it's those very lines that prove to be her undoing!" ...All right, she wasn't really buying that herself...with a little further body manipulation, she dropped herself to the ground, though due to sheer damage, the former leotard simply couldn't quite cover her up top. In fact, aside from the pelvic area, and her (bizarrely completely covered) arm, she was basically completely naked on her left side, at least from the front.
"So! Are you all right? I didn't hit you too hard or anything? I don't think I had too much momentum when I struck you, but sometimes I don't know my own strength...even though that IS a mortal sin for a martial artist. Still, you're the first person that I've ever had to go all out on just to beat! You're really good!" Martia extended a hand towards Swat, to help her up, or maybe even just shake her hand. Of course, how she'd react to not only someone that just beat her, but someone with that little of her body covered, had yet to be seen...
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The navis in the audience stood up AMD gave a standing ovation, clearly moved by Martia's great performance and superb display of sportsmanship. Showbizz clutched at her star-hair as if in extreme mental anguish. "It's so perfect! And yet I'll have to dip into the censorship budget... B-But it has to be worth it! Sexy strip tag aerobics are the way of the future!" she affirmed, standing up from her chair to join the audience.
Escort momentarily regained consciousness, looking over the scene with her eyes half closed. "Hm hm... I must still be dreaming... What a lovely dream," she sighed happily, then shut her eyes and rolled over on the mat beneath her.
Swat accepted Martia's hand, to the surprise of many, and gave a begrudged smile. "In the end, I only want the show to be successful for my employer. I guess if your show is the best foe that, there's no harm in conceding," she shrugged. Some of her former pride and animosity still showed, however, as her eyes coldly scanned over Martia's body. She placed one hand upon her hip thoughtfully, then ran two fingers beneath the tight, elastic waistband of her underwear. She stretched it just a bit from her flesh and stared, then finally came to a decision.
She had to address the elephant in the room.
"Did you know that you're essentially naked? The audience has seen the full span of both your breasts," she inquired, raising one eyebrow. "I would speak to Showbizz about it or they are likely to use the tape, which I'm sure she recorded. I mean, neither of us are particularly self conscious, but we ought to have at least a certain degree of self-respect, even in this business."
Escort momentarily regained consciousness, looking over the scene with her eyes half closed. "Hm hm... I must still be dreaming... What a lovely dream," she sighed happily, then shut her eyes and rolled over on the mat beneath her.
Swat accepted Martia's hand, to the surprise of many, and gave a begrudged smile. "In the end, I only want the show to be successful for my employer. I guess if your show is the best foe that, there's no harm in conceding," she shrugged. Some of her former pride and animosity still showed, however, as her eyes coldly scanned over Martia's body. She placed one hand upon her hip thoughtfully, then ran two fingers beneath the tight, elastic waistband of her underwear. She stretched it just a bit from her flesh and stared, then finally came to a decision.
She had to address the elephant in the room.
"Did you know that you're essentially naked? The audience has seen the full span of both your breasts," she inquired, raising one eyebrow. "I would speak to Showbizz about it or they are likely to use the tape, which I'm sure she recorded. I mean, neither of us are particularly self conscious, but we ought to have at least a certain degree of self-respect, even in this business."
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And somehow, Martia managed to bring the entire audience to their feet, for reasons both known and unknown to her. She helped the surprisingly gracious Swat to her feet, and turned to wave a bit at the crowd. It was always a good thing to look good in front of an audience, after all. However, after the other Navi remarked about her...lack of an outfit, she crossed her arms, though she was smiling. "I dunno if I'd call this naked, even though you can see my butt with it...hmm?" Um...hang on. That wasn't fabric her hands were touching, that was skin. This finally caused her to take a good look at herself downward...
...Though her response was to simply recross her arms across her chest, so that no one could see the worst of it, although her face was beet red. "...How did THIS happen? Next time, I'm making sure the leotard's made out of tougher stuff...come to think about it, you'd think I'd mind this more. A LOT more. I guess Leslie's rubbing off on me..." ...Okay, that was, without a doubt, THE worst possible way she could phrase that. "...Leslie, mind refreshing the GMO, like you probably should've a while ago?" No answer. "Leslie, can you hear me?!" ...A quick check revealed that, starting from a little after the game ended, there was no data flow either to or from the PET. Martia had a very good idea why, and to that end, she was grateful for it.
"Showbizz!!" The martial arts Navi moved over to her temporary employer as fast as she could without exposing herself even more, which, ironically enough, was the subject she wanted to discuss. "Listen...are you going to air this? Because if you do, you REALLY need to edit it so you don't see...well, as much as everyone did just now. There were probably some places where it'd look weird if my leotard didn't tear at all, since it probably did it on its own, and I get that, but at the very least, I don't wanna flash the entire world!"
...Though her response was to simply recross her arms across her chest, so that no one could see the worst of it, although her face was beet red. "...How did THIS happen? Next time, I'm making sure the leotard's made out of tougher stuff...come to think about it, you'd think I'd mind this more. A LOT more. I guess Leslie's rubbing off on me..." ...Okay, that was, without a doubt, THE worst possible way she could phrase that. "...Leslie, mind refreshing the GMO, like you probably should've a while ago?" No answer. "Leslie, can you hear me?!" ...A quick check revealed that, starting from a little after the game ended, there was no data flow either to or from the PET. Martia had a very good idea why, and to that end, she was grateful for it.
"Showbizz!!" The martial arts Navi moved over to her temporary employer as fast as she could without exposing herself even more, which, ironically enough, was the subject she wanted to discuss. "Listen...are you going to air this? Because if you do, you REALLY need to edit it so you don't see...well, as much as everyone did just now. There were probably some places where it'd look weird if my leotard didn't tear at all, since it probably did it on its own, and I get that, but at the very least, I don't wanna flash the entire world!"
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"Hmph. You ought to get something more secure to work out in!" Swat scolded her, as if she wasn't in just her underwear herself.
Showbizz started momentarily, as if she'd been caught in the act. "Uh, it'll only be used for the pilot, you know! That'll only be seen by the publishers and it will have a big censor mosaic on it! It'll be fine! Now let's talk about your prize, okay?" she stammered. "You know, I had a pretty big wardrobe malfunction too, one time! Except I was in a nightgown and not a leotard... And there wasn't quite as much of me to stick out... But, you know, basically the same thing!"
"Anyways, what chip did you want? Note that it will come on top of a zenny bonus; we here at the Showbizz Foundation like to keep employees properly incentivized!" she continued, in q hurry to get Martia's mind off it people seeing her more or less in the nude.
Showbizz started momentarily, as if she'd been caught in the act. "Uh, it'll only be used for the pilot, you know! That'll only be seen by the publishers and it will have a big censor mosaic on it! It'll be fine! Now let's talk about your prize, okay?" she stammered. "You know, I had a pretty big wardrobe malfunction too, one time! Except I was in a nightgown and not a leotard... And there wasn't quite as much of me to stick out... But, you know, basically the same thing!"
"Anyways, what chip did you want? Note that it will come on top of a zenny bonus; we here at the Showbizz Foundation like to keep employees properly incentivized!" she continued, in q hurry to get Martia's mind off it people seeing her more or less in the nude.
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"Well, it'd better only be seen for that!" Good news then struck Martia, in the form of sudden breast covering clothing, as in a flash, her default outfit appeared over her. The sweet, sweet comfort of underwear and having just about her entire body covered. "Oh, good, my operator's done. Hold on a sec...so, Leslie, feeling better?"
"...Huh?" Another set of uncovered breasts appeared on an image link next to the Navi's head, though they quickly became covered by a nice, dry sports bra. "What do you mean?"
"I know why you cut the PET communications just then. I know you too well...so you don't have to pretend you didn't!"
"...About what? The PET's battery ran out, so I had to go put it in the charger!...What, you thought I was doing THAT? No way, I know you hate it if I gawk at you while you're like that! So I just saved a video of it, so I could take care of that later!"
...And after a quick check, the PET's battery power was only at 7%. Still, the martial arts Navi wasn't really wrong...she just jumped the gun. "...Well, whatever..." Time to wrap up business. "..." ...And that business was...? "...Well, here's the thing. I'm not sure what my choices are. Hey, Leslie! Remember what the mission request said about what chips we allegedly wanted?"
"I don't even remember reading it! And I certainly didn't write it!"
"Hoo boy..." Martia lightly facepalmed, now at a slight impasse. "Well, what are my choices, exactly?"
"...Huh?" Another set of uncovered breasts appeared on an image link next to the Navi's head, though they quickly became covered by a nice, dry sports bra. "What do you mean?"
"I know why you cut the PET communications just then. I know you too well...so you don't have to pretend you didn't!"
"...About what? The PET's battery ran out, so I had to go put it in the charger!...What, you thought I was doing THAT? No way, I know you hate it if I gawk at you while you're like that! So I just saved a video of it, so I could take care of that later!"
...And after a quick check, the PET's battery power was only at 7%. Still, the martial arts Navi wasn't really wrong...she just jumped the gun. "...Well, whatever..." Time to wrap up business. "..." ...And that business was...? "...Well, here's the thing. I'm not sure what my choices are. Hey, Leslie! Remember what the mission request said about what chips we allegedly wanted?"
"I don't even remember reading it! And I certainly didn't write it!"
"Hoo boy..." Martia lightly facepalmed, now at a slight impasse. "Well, what are my choices, exactly?"
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"Man, it's a good thing I'm not using you guys as my live actors for this... I'd blow all of my censorship budget by episode three," Showbizz muttered to herself with an awkward, frozen grin. "Oh, your reward? Well, uh... you can have..." she continued, then paused to retrieve a data packet and peek inside. She closed it back up, then resumed her speech in a put-on voice of fake enthusiasm: "DoubleJump, GutPunch, or DashAttack! On top of a generous premium for your good work based upon the gauged satisfaction of our live studio audience! What will you take, hm? And don't ask me for suggestions, cause I've never used these things before in all my life."
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Martia brought up a small screen next to her, and quickly looked over what every chip did. Hmm. DoubleJump didn't seem especially great to her, but those other two looked nice..."All right, I guess I'll take the...GutPunch! That DashAttack seems nice and all, but sometimes all you need is some good ol' fashioned punching!" She quickly jabbed the air in front of her to emphasize her point.
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"Suit yourself; one GutPunch it is," Showbizz responded with a nod. "Now let's see how the critics reviewed... Mm hm... Yes... It's looking like you have a ratings forecast in the top percentile alright! We've got a large group of dedicated viewers and several other channel flippers who ought to see enough to keep them glued there. So based on these, please accept a premium of 1100 zenny," she concluded, handing over all of the mentioned items in a data packet.
((Martia gets 1100z and GutPunch!))
"Alright, that's it. Now you guys have got to am-scray! Scram, that is! Swat and I, provided she puts her pants back on, have got to clean up this set and move the amazing 100 ton woman back out of here. The fun's over, you might say," Showbizz groaned, shooing Martia away with one hand. "I don't know that you're a natural at this, but with uuuuh... the right equipment... anyone can make it in show-business! If you ever want to try out for another Showbizz special, just look for my missions up at the GNA mission board."
A faint grunting sounded just off set, where a team of four photography crewmen were grunting, trying to lift up Escort by her arms, two on each side. Swat came over to help, resting Escort's head upon her shoulder. She briefly attempted to cradle her legs to keep them from dragging, then realized that was stupidly difficult and stopped. The group started to make their way out of the studio.
((Martia gets 10 Escort FXP, 8 Swat FXP, 5 Showbizz FXP))
((Martia gets 1100z and GutPunch!))
"Alright, that's it. Now you guys have got to am-scray! Scram, that is! Swat and I, provided she puts her pants back on, have got to clean up this set and move the amazing 100 ton woman back out of here. The fun's over, you might say," Showbizz groaned, shooing Martia away with one hand. "I don't know that you're a natural at this, but with uuuuh... the right equipment... anyone can make it in show-business! If you ever want to try out for another Showbizz special, just look for my missions up at the GNA mission board."
A faint grunting sounded just off set, where a team of four photography crewmen were grunting, trying to lift up Escort by her arms, two on each side. Swat came over to help, resting Escort's head upon her shoulder. She briefly attempted to cradle her legs to keep them from dragging, then realized that was stupidly difficult and stopped. The group started to make their way out of the studio.
((Martia gets 10 Escort FXP, 8 Swat FXP, 5 Showbizz FXP))