Luckily, Martia somewhat expected being tossed, and used the momentum of the throw to do a backflip in order to get back on her feet without harm. "And don't forget, since I touched you with two different parts of my body, that's two points for me! One more and you're in trouble!" Good, she managed to rattle her opponent a bit. Sometimes all you needed was to do was get in the first shot, and more would follow. She raised her own arms (albeit more out of habit than actually needing defense), and started to quickly ponder where Swat's weak spots might be now...
Meanwhile, Leslie was staring at her PET intently, trying to ponder her personal mystery of the moment. "Hmm...that other Navi may say so, but with those baggy pants, it's kinda hard to tell just how tight her ass really is..." Oh well, at least it was easy to tell with her own Navi, so she shifted her view back to her. Her only regret was that the hole in the side of that leotard wasn't getting any bigger...
Luckily, the martial arts Navi noticed none of this, completely wrapped up in her training exercise. She couldn't see any particular weak points...but, innately, every Navi had a weak point somewhere at all times. It was impossible to perfectly defend oneself. Which meant...that wherever it was, was on Swat's other side. But, she'd probably just turn around if she tried to run, so, if she could just manage to fake her out long enough to get a quick strike in...
Not having an entirely clear idea on what to do, she still knew the clock was ticking, and so she began to run over towards the other Navi, her mind racing on exactly what type of stunt she wanted to pull. Around halfway there, an idea popped into her head. It was a little bit of a gamble, and it was a little on the rough side, but after earlier, it was a safe bet her opponent was fine with roughness, herself. To that end, she continued to rush forward, approaching Swat...before going into a slide. By her reckoning, one of two things would happen. First, she'd catch Swat so off guard that she'd end up tripping her, and completely ruin her defenses long enough to get a couple of strikes in. Second, she'd slide right by her as she dodged it...which could give her enough time to flip over and spring back for a quick back attack before Swat could fully recover. Either worked. And granted, it was more of a wrestling move than anything, but who said that wasn't in of itself a martial art?
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"I'm well aware. It won't matter in the end, though," Swat responded, looking like she really wanted to do another haughty hair flip but finding herself unable to do so while holding her position. It was probably pretty inconvenient, actually, for a sambo fighter to have such long hair. She could at least tie it or roll it up...
If there was one thing she was, however, it was fanatical about winning this game. As such, she was well prepared even for the change in height and lowered her center of gravity even further. "I don't need to dodge; you can't defeat someone like me just by aiming for the legs!" she scoffed.
In a last ditch effort, Martia slid on behind Swat, foregoing a frontal attack altogether. The Sharoan girl knew Martia must be going for a back attack, which she would very well get if Martia got past; it was too late for a grapple or even an elbow drop, though... so she made a dive of her own.
SWAT turned and fell backwards, swiping at Martia with her hands like some sort of awkward cat. This accomplished basically nothing except that she managed to grab that one opening and peel it back frantically, like a kid opening up a fruit roll up. Only instead of fruit candy, there would be an explicit canvas of Martia flesh behind it.
Swat made a scowl, like she wasn't sure if that expelled her or not. Worse, she was now lying in an indefensible position. She scampered to her hands and knees, nearly kicking Martia in the face with her combat boots, and tried to crawl away on all fours, doing nothing to protect her raised backside. Martia only had a split second to think up how to cover her wardrobe malfunction, however. Showbizz was shouting something in excitement along with the crowd, but they seemed miles away.
Pervy Old Men: Stoked
Exercise Nuts: Also Stoked
Casual Crowd: Excited But Is This Even An Exercise
If there was one thing she was, however, it was fanatical about winning this game. As such, she was well prepared even for the change in height and lowered her center of gravity even further. "I don't need to dodge; you can't defeat someone like me just by aiming for the legs!" she scoffed.
In a last ditch effort, Martia slid on behind Swat, foregoing a frontal attack altogether. The Sharoan girl knew Martia must be going for a back attack, which she would very well get if Martia got past; it was too late for a grapple or even an elbow drop, though... so she made a dive of her own.
SWAT turned and fell backwards, swiping at Martia with her hands like some sort of awkward cat. This accomplished basically nothing except that she managed to grab that one opening and peel it back frantically, like a kid opening up a fruit roll up. Only instead of fruit candy, there would be an explicit canvas of Martia flesh behind it.
Swat made a scowl, like she wasn't sure if that expelled her or not. Worse, she was now lying in an indefensible position. She scampered to her hands and knees, nearly kicking Martia in the face with her combat boots, and tried to crawl away on all fours, doing nothing to protect her raised backside. Martia only had a split second to think up how to cover her wardrobe malfunction, however. Showbizz was shouting something in excitement along with the crowd, but they seemed miles away.
Pervy Old Men: Stoked
Exercise Nuts: Also Stoked
Casual Crowd: Excited But Is This Even An Exercise
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Miraculously for Martia, the sound of ripping fabric was not the herald of full blown partial nudity...though it was about as close to it as possible. The leotard ripped around her back, but in the process, the tear lowered just enough to avoid her chest being completely exposed to the crowd, though every part of her breasts south of the nipple was clearly visible. The top part of her abdomen was also bared for the world to see; contrary to what one might have thought, her muscles weren't entirely ripped, though she still had obvious muscle tone. The tear continued down her left side, stopping just above where the edge met her hip. As if spitting on those that wanted to see even more, lone strings were holding everything in place, ensuring that, for now anyway, nothing would slip out.
If the half-leotarded Navi had any idea how perilously close she was to popping out, she might have hesitated. But instead, she simply lunged towards Swat, and attempted to touch each of her opponent's buttocks, which appeared to be the vulnerable spot she sought, without so much as a thought to her shredded outfit. After all, if she was THAT indecent, she wouldn't be surprised to hear certain 'noises' coming from Leslie, and thus far, she wasn't making a sound.
If the half-leotarded Navi had any idea how perilously close she was to popping out, she might have hesitated. But instead, she simply lunged towards Swat, and attempted to touch each of her opponent's buttocks, which appeared to be the vulnerable spot she sought, without so much as a thought to her shredded outfit. After all, if she was THAT indecent, she wouldn't be surprised to hear certain 'noises' coming from Leslie, and thus far, she wasn't making a sound.
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The crowd cheered (or at least a sizeable third of it and the starry-eyed hostess) as Martia's exercise wear became better suited for wiping up a spill than hiding her sizeable assets. Swat had just enough time to look back, see the damage, briefly contemplate an apology, decide against it, and crawl another pace before Martia's hand shot out and grabbed onto her surprisingly soft and yielding right buttock. Not so tight after all; she was hardly the muscular dynamo that Escort was.
Determined not to lose, Swat desperately made a lunge forward, but it was too late; Martia had another handful of the back of her jeans. More than that, actually. Swat had jumped completely out of her pants, revealing a very tight pair of black, briefs-style underwear, as well as the relatively pale skin of her shapely thighs. Still, she clammored up with a smile on her face and pointed one finger. "Only one hand connected! That means sudden death!" she exclaimed.
"Yes! Sudden death every episode!" Showbizz declared. Given their host, everyone really ought to have expected that this would end in sudden death, but the crowd gave a dramatic gasp regardless.
Pervy Old Men: In Heaven
Exercise Nuts: Eager
Casual Crowd: Confused But Interested
Determined not to lose, Swat desperately made a lunge forward, but it was too late; Martia had another handful of the back of her jeans. More than that, actually. Swat had jumped completely out of her pants, revealing a very tight pair of black, briefs-style underwear, as well as the relatively pale skin of her shapely thighs. Still, she clammored up with a smile on her face and pointed one finger. "Only one hand connected! That means sudden death!" she exclaimed.
"Yes! Sudden death every episode!" Showbizz declared. Given their host, everyone really ought to have expected that this would end in sudden death, but the crowd gave a dramatic gasp regardless.
Pervy Old Men: In Heaven
Exercise Nuts: Eager
Casual Crowd: Confused But Interested
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"One hand...and, tw-oh, shoot!" Before she could land the decisive 'blow', Martia found herself holding a pair of pants by the rear. But, she still had time. "No sudden death yet! Time hasn't-" A buzzing noise both interrupted and ended that thought. "...Okay, now it has. And you're right, I only got one point just then." Absentmindedly, she flung the pants over towards one of the prop couches, apparently not thinking to ask Swat if she wanted them back. To be fair, Showbizz probably would've forbade it at that point, anyway. "Okay, sudden death rules! It's pretty straightforward. No time limit, and the first to score a point wins! If both sides appear to score simultaneously, we both move back and try again!"
"Huh...guess she only meant tightass figuratively, or something. Because that looks pretty grabbable to me...if anything, Martia's is probably a little tighter, since she probably uses her legs in martial arts more. Not that I could argue if I got to grab an ass like either of theirs..." Leslie closed her eyes for a moment and nodded, apparently extremely happy to have reached that conclusion after much internal debate. "Martia's definitely got the edge on breasts, though. They're both pretty stacked, but I can tell that hers are definitely a bit bigger. Though, they're both bigger than me..." She glanced down at her own chest, which, while hardly small, would pale in comparison to the Navis'. Which, as she noticed, was still covered by nothing but her pillow. Not like anyone was going to see her like that (and she wasn't one to overly care if they did, anyway), but it was getting a little cold, so it might be a good idea to put something on. But, eh, she could do that after this mission was over. Right now, there was a high chance that her Navi's leotard wasn't going to survive the remainder of the exercise, and she needed to be there to take pictures...er, refresh the outfit. Or maybe both. Depended on how fast she could put the potential mental images to memory, she figured.
"All right! Ready whenever you are!" Martia motioned to Swat to come towards her. By her thinking, Swat's style excelled in close range moves. Which meant that if she used a longer range move or two as she drew near, like a double kick, she could strike and get a touch before she was in any real danger. And unknown to her, there was another factor at play: how willing was Swat to grab an unclothed section of another girl's body? After that massive tear, it was extremely unlikely that she could get a solid point without touching the other Navi's skin...
"Huh...guess she only meant tightass figuratively, or something. Because that looks pretty grabbable to me...if anything, Martia's is probably a little tighter, since she probably uses her legs in martial arts more. Not that I could argue if I got to grab an ass like either of theirs..." Leslie closed her eyes for a moment and nodded, apparently extremely happy to have reached that conclusion after much internal debate. "Martia's definitely got the edge on breasts, though. They're both pretty stacked, but I can tell that hers are definitely a bit bigger. Though, they're both bigger than me..." She glanced down at her own chest, which, while hardly small, would pale in comparison to the Navis'. Which, as she noticed, was still covered by nothing but her pillow. Not like anyone was going to see her like that (and she wasn't one to overly care if they did, anyway), but it was getting a little cold, so it might be a good idea to put something on. But, eh, she could do that after this mission was over. Right now, there was a high chance that her Navi's leotard wasn't going to survive the remainder of the exercise, and she needed to be there to take pictures...er, refresh the outfit. Or maybe both. Depended on how fast she could put the potential mental images to memory, she figured.
"All right! Ready whenever you are!" Martia motioned to Swat to come towards her. By her thinking, Swat's style excelled in close range moves. Which meant that if she used a longer range move or two as she drew near, like a double kick, she could strike and get a touch before she was in any real danger. And unknown to her, there was another factor at play: how willing was Swat to grab an unclothed section of another girl's body? After that massive tear, it was extremely unlikely that she could get a solid point without touching the other Navi's skin...
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Swat managed to flip her hair this time; she didn't seem all too heavily bothered by her loss of pants and her cocky smile showed that she wasn't worried about touching Martia either. It was now obvious that her earlier distaste for the leotard was because she didn't want to look silly, not because she was worried about modesty. "I'm ready. You don't stand a chance of victory, now that I'm allowed to play to my full potential," she smirked.
"Alright, I heard ready on both sides! Get going! I won't accept a time over or a ring out!" Showbizz exclaimed, crossing her arms in front of herself in an X to indicate how serious she was.
"Come to think of it... I don't believe there were any rules against using our abilities, were there? Ha ha ha..." the bodyguard laughed from across the stage. She raised one fist into the air and grabbed hold of a black, gleaming zipline as it lowered from the ceiling with a whipping noise. "A competent competitor uses every advantage at her disposal." With that, Swat zipped towards the ceiling and disappeared amongst the rafters.
How would Martia defend herself against an opponent she couldn't even see? That was a decent question, but not one she had to consider for very long. Soon enough, Swat re-emerged, sliding down her rope from above Martia with a malicious smile. "Let's see you attack me from this position!"
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"Alright, I heard ready on both sides! Get going! I won't accept a time over or a ring out!" Showbizz exclaimed, crossing her arms in front of herself in an X to indicate how serious she was.
"Come to think of it... I don't believe there were any rules against using our abilities, were there? Ha ha ha..." the bodyguard laughed from across the stage. She raised one fist into the air and grabbed hold of a black, gleaming zipline as it lowered from the ceiling with a whipping noise. "A competent competitor uses every advantage at her disposal." With that, Swat zipped towards the ceiling and disappeared amongst the rafters.
How would Martia defend herself against an opponent she couldn't even see? That was a decent question, but not one she had to consider for very long. Soon enough, Swat re-emerged, sliding down her rope from above Martia with a malicious smile. "Let's see you attack me from this position!"
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"Mmm. If that's how you truly feel, you and your overconfidence are in for quite a shock!" And so it began. But what was with the rope? She did realize that was against the...ah, shoot. She forgot to say that part out loud, didn't she? "Well, actually, unless both sides agree to it beforehand, you're not supposed to use anything other than your own body. Buuut, since I never came out and said that, I'd look like I was weaseling out of this, wouldn't I? Just remember, the more you rely on other sources, the lesser your victory will seem. After all, I'm an entirely unarmed opponent." She was also quite close to being an unclothed opponent, as well, but she hadn't quite caught on to that yet.
The fighter Navi didn't look around when she lost sight of her opponent, instead clasping her hands so that two fingers on each hand were pointing straight up, like some stock Eastern spiritual pose, and closed her eyes. ...Yep, she could sense Swat's ki up there. Following the trail, it seemed like she was headed for...right above her. She looked up, and, surprise, surprise...there she was, moving down for the strike. Thought she could get her from above? Heh, she wasn't exactly defenseless here, and she certainly wasn't caught especially off guard...
Now, she just needed to wait for Swat to get a bit closer...not yet...there! Martia quickly leaped into the air, and performed an extremely swift (yet exceedingly weak, to the point where it probably wouldn't even inflict pain) butterfly kick, with her main target being the head, since that was closest to her. If that was well-defended, however, she was fully able to shift over to the chest, and try to strike that. After all, it stuck out, and really, if she ended up kicking the shirt clear off her back, maybe it'd teach her a lesson in humility.
Unknown to her, however, the motion caused her to overstrain the strings holding what little was left of her leotard's left side. They hadn't completely snapped, but now there was no way they weren't going to break in the near future...
The fighter Navi didn't look around when she lost sight of her opponent, instead clasping her hands so that two fingers on each hand were pointing straight up, like some stock Eastern spiritual pose, and closed her eyes. ...Yep, she could sense Swat's ki up there. Following the trail, it seemed like she was headed for...right above her. She looked up, and, surprise, surprise...there she was, moving down for the strike. Thought she could get her from above? Heh, she wasn't exactly defenseless here, and she certainly wasn't caught especially off guard...
Now, she just needed to wait for Swat to get a bit closer...not yet...there! Martia quickly leaped into the air, and performed an extremely swift (yet exceedingly weak, to the point where it probably wouldn't even inflict pain) butterfly kick, with her main target being the head, since that was closest to her. If that was well-defended, however, she was fully able to shift over to the chest, and try to strike that. After all, it stuck out, and really, if she ended up kicking the shirt clear off her back, maybe it'd teach her a lesson in humility.
Unknown to her, however, the motion caused her to overstrain the strings holding what little was left of her leotard's left side. They hadn't completely snapped, but now there was no way they weren't going to break in the near future...
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"Hmph! I feel no shame in using whatever tools I have at my disposal. Games are best left to children and battles to adults!" Swat's voice had responded from the rafters before the two once again descended (and ascended) in sudden-deathly combat. Martia's first attack was aimed for Swat's face; even after correcting it to the chest, however, it was an easy task for the bodyguard to catch Martia's leg mid-air. The martial artist dangled midair for a moment before the zip-line shot them back up to the rafters .
"Oh, screw you, Swat! Don't fight outside the camera vision!" Showbizz raged down at stageside.
"B-But... I've got her right where I want her..." Swat complained. She was basically right. Swat was standing on the rafters, dangling Martia over the side by the grip of one ankle.
"No buts! Well, yes butts, but no... You know what?! Just get down here or you're fired!"
"I'm giving you the best show possible, you little-!"
This exchange would give Martia a pretty good opportunity to do what she needed to. The situation was grim, but Swat's rope was still dangling from the roof and her body was mostly unguarded. Right now, Martia's head was just below a steel support beam running horizontally across, but she could probably use some of her gymnastics to get back atop it. Her foot would be hard to free, however. Both of the bodyguard's strong hands were holding fast to the ankle.
Pervy Old Men: Momentarily Upset
Exercise Nuts: Enthusiastic
Casual Crowd: Excited
"Oh, screw you, Swat! Don't fight outside the camera vision!" Showbizz raged down at stageside.
"B-But... I've got her right where I want her..." Swat complained. She was basically right. Swat was standing on the rafters, dangling Martia over the side by the grip of one ankle.
"No buts! Well, yes butts, but no... You know what?! Just get down here or you're fired!"
"I'm giving you the best show possible, you little-!"
This exchange would give Martia a pretty good opportunity to do what she needed to. The situation was grim, but Swat's rope was still dangling from the roof and her body was mostly unguarded. Right now, Martia's head was just below a steel support beam running horizontally across, but she could probably use some of her gymnastics to get back atop it. Her foot would be hard to free, however. Both of the bodyguard's strong hands were holding fast to the ankle.
Pervy Old Men: Momentarily Upset
Exercise Nuts: Enthusiastic
Casual Crowd: Excited
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Well, wasn't this a fine kettle of fish? Except a kettle of fish would still be able to feed the Battles for a couple of days. Martia, however, had to be content with dangling upside down, while her foot was being gripped by Swat (and as she still hadn't noticed, was pretty much this close to completely popping out of what was left of her leotard). Though, she had to admit that her opponent was actually pretty good to grab her in mid-kick like that. That took some skill, for sure. Might be something to keep in mind in the future...
...But for now, she needed to take advantage of the argument between Showbizz and her employee. A nearby beam gave her an idea for a quick strike that could end this for good, as while she was definitely in trouble, there was one significant flaw in Swat's plan. Without trying to draw any attention to herself, the pink...well, at this point it was less leotard and more wrapping paper on Christmas at around 11 AM...ed Navi place her hands on top of the beam, gripping it lightly yet firmly, and, using it as support, raised her free leg, and used it to try and spear kick the pantsless Navi in the torso before she could catch on to what she was doing. She didn't really want to kick too hard, but considering how seriously Swat was taking this, she didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to win...
...But for now, she needed to take advantage of the argument between Showbizz and her employee. A nearby beam gave her an idea for a quick strike that could end this for good, as while she was definitely in trouble, there was one significant flaw in Swat's plan. Without trying to draw any attention to herself, the pink...well, at this point it was less leotard and more wrapping paper on Christmas at around 11 AM...ed Navi place her hands on top of the beam, gripping it lightly yet firmly, and, using it as support, raised her free leg, and used it to try and spear kick the pantsless Navi in the torso before she could catch on to what she was doing. She didn't really want to kick too hard, but considering how seriously Swat was taking this, she didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to win...
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"You get down here onto this stage right now or you're grounded, young lady!" Showbizz fumed from the floor, her star bobs swinging wildly as she stomped in anger.
"... Grounded?" Swat sighed with a confused frown. "Look, if you will give me a second longer I can-!" she started, then noticed Martia's free leg coming at her again. Instinctively, she raised her hands and guarded herself. No lack of reflexes! What was lacking, however, was balance.
The bodyguard waved her arms in the air as she fell backward, falling through the wide gap in the roof's support structure. Gasping with mixed rage and surprise, she summoned a veritable web of ziplines from various surfaces of the studio, which swung towards her speedily. She managed to grab hold of two or three; others sped by and then flopped back down. Her body swung until she was suspended upside down, as she had been mid-fall, with three black ropes, one in her left hand and the other two in her right.
The upside down part stemmed from the fact that a few of the other ropes had entangled her legs as she fell, suspending her that way against her will. She was only able to keep roughly diagonal by bending her torso and holding the wires with her fists. One more zipline fell down as it descended from its swing, slapping her on the butt. She grimaced and grunted , releasing the one rope she held in her left hand to see if she could free her ankles.
Swat was now back in view of the audience, suspended about a person's height up with her eyes facing the floor. Martia might be able to use the many new cables hanging around to her advantage... or at least to slide down.
Showbizz cheered as Swat's t-shirt slowly rolled up, revealing the black, strapless bikini she wore underneath. The audience liked it pretty well too. "That's what you get for trying to deny my showmanship!" she cackled, rubbing her hands together. "And for calling me little! Alright, get down here and use your Finisher!"
Swat glared up at Martia , executing something like a hair flip, but of didn't work that well because her hair ended up hanging over her face and down do the floor. She blew to displace a few locks and then shook her head, all the while working to free her ankles.
Pervy Old Men: Very Pleased
Exercise Nuts: Pleased
Casual Crowd: Excited
"... Grounded?" Swat sighed with a confused frown. "Look, if you will give me a second longer I can-!" she started, then noticed Martia's free leg coming at her again. Instinctively, she raised her hands and guarded herself. No lack of reflexes! What was lacking, however, was balance.
The bodyguard waved her arms in the air as she fell backward, falling through the wide gap in the roof's support structure. Gasping with mixed rage and surprise, she summoned a veritable web of ziplines from various surfaces of the studio, which swung towards her speedily. She managed to grab hold of two or three; others sped by and then flopped back down. Her body swung until she was suspended upside down, as she had been mid-fall, with three black ropes, one in her left hand and the other two in her right.
The upside down part stemmed from the fact that a few of the other ropes had entangled her legs as she fell, suspending her that way against her will. She was only able to keep roughly diagonal by bending her torso and holding the wires with her fists. One more zipline fell down as it descended from its swing, slapping her on the butt. She grimaced and grunted , releasing the one rope she held in her left hand to see if she could free her ankles.
Swat was now back in view of the audience, suspended about a person's height up with her eyes facing the floor. Martia might be able to use the many new cables hanging around to her advantage... or at least to slide down.
Showbizz cheered as Swat's t-shirt slowly rolled up, revealing the black, strapless bikini she wore underneath. The audience liked it pretty well too. "That's what you get for trying to deny my showmanship!" she cackled, rubbing her hands together. "And for calling me little! Alright, get down here and use your Finisher!"
Swat glared up at Martia , executing something like a hair flip, but of didn't work that well because her hair ended up hanging over her face and down do the floor. She blew to displace a few locks and then shook her head, all the while working to free her ankles.
Pervy Old Men: Very Pleased
Exercise Nuts: Pleased
Casual Crowd: Excited
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Dang, she was sniffed out again? Granted, she hadn't been in existence overly long, but that was probably the first time she ever went all out on offense in an exercise like this...much less the first time she went all out and failed. This was actually getting pretty fun for her. Now, how should she go about-
...Er, hold on a sec, her opponent was falling...and then not falling as she was caught in her own ropes, followed by a revelation of what was under her T-shirt. Tsk tsk...if she hadn't been so arrogant to keep using her zip lines, she could've saved herself that embarrassment...of course, Martia didn't realize that she herself was actually in even worse shape on that front, and had been for a while. All right, now, how should she get down and deliver the final blow? Whatever she did, she needed to end this before Swat pulled off that Finisher Showbizz just mentioned. It seemed...unpleasant.
With that in the back of her mind, the formerly pink leotarded Navi swung herself downward, right towards her trapped opponent, her left leg extended for another mid-air kick...but this was just a feint, as she grabbed a zip line in mid air, and began to use it to repeatedly spin around and attack to try and finally break the stalemate. And even if she did get grabbed again, she still had another leg...and if THAT somehow got caught as well, she still had both arms, and if both of Swat's hands were tied up with her, she couldn't exactly break free...
...Er, hold on a sec, her opponent was falling...and then not falling as she was caught in her own ropes, followed by a revelation of what was under her T-shirt. Tsk tsk...if she hadn't been so arrogant to keep using her zip lines, she could've saved herself that embarrassment...of course, Martia didn't realize that she herself was actually in even worse shape on that front, and had been for a while. All right, now, how should she get down and deliver the final blow? Whatever she did, she needed to end this before Swat pulled off that Finisher Showbizz just mentioned. It seemed...unpleasant.
With that in the back of her mind, the formerly pink leotarded Navi swung herself downward, right towards her trapped opponent, her left leg extended for another mid-air kick...but this was just a feint, as she grabbed a zip line in mid air, and began to use it to repeatedly spin around and attack to try and finally break the stalemate. And even if she did get grabbed again, she still had another leg...and if THAT somehow got caught as well, she still had both arms, and if both of Swat's hands were tied up with her, she couldn't exactly break free...
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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
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
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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))