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Post by Kuma on Jun 2, 2016 3:19:29 GMT
-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELCOME LADIEEEEEES AND GENTS!!!!!- A boisterous afro-british man of notable size, dressed in a suit, that seemed a bit tight for him, bellowed a greeting into a microphone hanging over a much reinforced and heavily patched up boxing ring. The barely stable wooden bleachers were filled to capacity by a noisy and rowdy crowd of criminals and lowlifes. –THANKS TO OUR PARTNERSHIP WITH THE BHA NOW THIS VENUE IS AUTHORIZED FOR SPIRIT BOXING FEDERATION MATCHES. - The crowd cheered like a bunch of savage beasts, whistling and roaring with joy. This small and extremely hidden venue was built deep under London, using forgotten subway tunnels and even older catacombs, and for years they tried to get permission to hold official SBF matches, now, after a lot of effort and paperwork they got the all green to start tonight.
-WE HAVE A DOUBLE EVENT TONIGHT! SO I WANT ALL OF OYU WANKERS TO SHOW SOME REAL APPLAUSE FROM THE BLOKES THAT WILL PUNCH THEIR BRAINS OUT ON THIS RING!!!!- The commentator, who would also serve as the referee was Rolland “Rory” Reddings, former mercenary/bodyguard who ended up owning the venue after a client didn’t have anything else to pay with. For months he had been gathering money with a local Hidden World fight circuit to complete the basic renovations to get the SBF approval. Today was a pretty happy day after a couple of shit months living out of what he could skim off the top from the venue tickets. He renamed it once he got the deed, originally it was called “The Fog’s Pit” but he changed it to “The Ogre’s Fang” in consideration of his own heritage, as Rory was ¼ Ogre, that being the reason for his size, powerful voice and beastly face.
From the new speakers, one of the few high grade things Rory got, “I Fought the Law” by the Clash started sounding, with the crowd chanting the song and following the beat stomping their feet on the wooden bleachers, making them shake. The bleachers were extended with extra wood in a very makeshift way to reach the obligatory minimum seats for an official SBF venue. The Spirit Boxers could fight in their own turf, but some of them liked getting a bit of fight money when they did, or just liked fighting with an audience, the venues, organized by the SBF and controlled by the local Hidden World Organizations served that purpose. –OPENING THE EVENT WE HAVE A RANKING QUALIFIER MATCH BETWEEN TWO UNRANKED FIGHTERS, JOSE HERNANDEZ FROM THE BHA, STUDENT OF GOEMON WILLIAMS AND PITCH, ONE OF THE STUDENTS OF THE FAMOUS MASAOKI TAKEDA.-
The Crowd cheered like crazy, more by the mention of Kamaitachi Takeda than anything else, he was pretty famous among SBF fans. –AND FOR THE MAIN EVENT WE HAVE TWO BIG NAMES!- The rowdy audience went silent, as Rory had kept the reveal of the main event under lock and key, to heighten the anticipation of the audience. –THE MAIN EVENT WILL BE THE BATTLE…. NAY THE BLOODY BRAWL BETWEEN GOEMON WILLIAMS OF THE BHA!- The audience cheered after hearing the name of the movie star turned karate fighter. –APPRENTICE OF ICHIGAN NAGARE!- The crowd cheers turned into roars, as Ichigan basically was the patron saint of venue fighting. –INHERITOR OF THE MOUNTAIN SLAYING FIST! - The shouts were so loud the whole place seemed to be shaking.
–AND HIS OPPONENT…- The crowd went silent again basking in the expectation. –RANKED 70 IN THE SBF WORLD RANKING…- They knew who he was just by saying that… -THE LONE MASTER OF THE DRUNKEN FIST IN THE FEDERATION! - The entire audience was containing a single and powerful cheer, waiting for the name to be uttered by Rory. –THE THOUSANDS INEBRIATED FISTS OF CHINA!- The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. –FROM THE FAR EAST DIRECTLY INTO OUR MIDST, THE MAN, THE LEGEND…- The people in the bleachers started to stand up ready to shout the name of the fighter alongside with Rory, fusing their voices into a unified choir. –TADAO DOMEN!!!!!!- The underground arena seemed to be about to collapse before, now it was as if the cheers were pushing the roof to the surface. Tadao was pretty well known, plus he was a consumed veteran of his craft. Seeing an old dog of war fight a young legacy fighter was a dream match.
-ONLY TONIGHT IN “THE OGRE’S FANG” WANKERS! YOU DON’T GET THIS BLOODY LEVEL OF ENTRETAINMENT IN ANY OF THE POSH ARENAS OVERGROUND! - The crowd started chanting, some kind of hooligan song as they waited for the first fight to start.
Goemon and Jose were given the same locker room, pretty nice considering the state of the ring. The Karate Star was wearing bandages around his hands and was sitting on a bench, keeping his leg warm by following the faint echoes of the music coming from the hallway. He was ready to fight and he hoped Jose was also prepared. He brought a gift for Jose, trunks with the Mountain Slaying School kanji, and the katakana for his apprentice name. Goemon grabbed his bag and took them out, throwing the package to Jose, it also came with some highly resistant tape for his arms. –Hernandez-kun, here I brought you a small gift…-
He waited for the Earthshaker to open them. –Do you remember the rules of the fight? Do you need a refresher?-
Pitch was using half of the locker room opposite to Goemon and Jose, in the other corner of the arena. She had to change to proper boxing attire and she didn’t like it at all. Even worse Masaoki was the one who bought it for her and she couldn’t pick. She wanted black with flames, skulls and anything that could be considered “metal”. –Fucking prick.- She muttered as she looked at the light pink and blue outfit the Kamaitachi got her. A sports bra and form fitting trunks, she also had light blue bandages for her hands and white boots. Pitch wasn’t nervous, she already had a couple of fights against ranked fighters… This one couldn’t end worse than the last one, almost falling from the Golden Gate Bridge. |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 2, 2016 4:47:14 GMT
For a person who is about to enter into what will most likely end up being a brutal and bloody fist fight, Jose lacks any notable emotions. He doesn't appear to be nervous, nor does he seem excited for the match. The only thing that someone could gather from studying his face would be that he is determine to give it his all. It is only when his master throws a package at him does his face shift into a new expression, which is one of puzzlement. Knowing Goemon's unique personality and interests, he has no way to figure out what exactly is inside. After all, he is an extremely unpredictable person, which he hopes will help him with his own match. As he opens his gift, he is awestruck by his newest outfit. As he touches the kanji on the shorts, he could almost feel as if his time with Goemon was sewn within the letters. For a while he is speechless. It was only the roars of the crowd above that eventually pull him back to express his genuine gratitude to his mentor. "Thank you. Thank you so much." He quickly changes and begins to do some light shadow boxing to get more comfortable with his new clothes. He throws a few slow punches, and even though these are his easy going punches, his light punches would probably make professionals boxers in the regular world cry at the thought of exchanging blows with him.
"A quick reminder won't hurt." responded Jose to his master's question about going over the rules as he moves from shadow boxing to performing a few stances. Even though he has heard the rules a few times over before today, he wants to make sure he didn't forget anything.
On the opposite side of the same locker room that Pitch is waiting in, which is split in half by a cheap curtain, sits an elderly man. This fellow is non other than the famous, or infamous depending on one's point-of-view, drunken fist master, Tadao Domen. He is current wearing a rather simplistic Kung fu uniform, primarily black with the secondary color white. Next to the veteran fighter sits his faithful fighting companion, a massive clay jar fill to the top with his favorite yellow wine. As he hears the crowd he smirks to himself. Their cheers help him forget about the pain that comes from using his ancient body. Many of his friends, top students, martial arts masters, and especially his family had begged him to retire since the early 1970s. Yet, whenever they ask to him stop fighting, he would just reply back, "Do you wish for me to die?!" That is because for him, his will to fight is just as strong as his desire to drink. Only willing to stop either activity if he is no more. Though, if this ends up being his last fight, he won't mind either. Getting to experience the joy of exchanging techniques with someone well trained in the Mountain Slayer Fist is a worthy end in his eyes. Yet, even if his opponent is strong, he will do well not to underestimate a man who's liver has survive through a hundred years of his own dangerous fighting style.
His eyes shift away from his jar to the curtains as he ponders about the other individual in the locker room. He turns his head away from the curtain and yells out, "If you're ready, Come! and join me." While carrying a strict commanding tone in his voice, there is also a hint of respect. Yet, his words had more meaning then just inviting the girl on the other side of the curtains to a conversation. Whether she realizes it or not, he is encouraging her to win and become a ranked fighter. "I would like to see her potential." Whispered the elderly man to himself.
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Post by Kuma on Jun 8, 2016 3:27:44 GMT
-The three things you need to remember are: - Goemon lifted three fingers, pointing his index with his opposite. –First off this is a boxing match, no kicks, no elbows, no head-butts. Not even Earth Manipulation, at least not in your first match. - Then he pointed at his middle finger. –You can’t destroy the ring or affect the crowd. - He finally pointed at his annular finger. –And most importantly be careful out there, Pitch doesn’t seem like much, but she has some fights behind her and really I can’t match Masaoki Takeda when it comes to teaching. - The Karate Star was humble enough to admit the superiority of Pitch’s trainer, but he was sure he had the upper hand when it came to his student.
–I know you’re tough, way tougher than Pitch, but try to dodge her attacks, she might lack a very consistent 1-2. - Goemon smiled. –She sucks at straight punches, but any of her hooks or uppercuts you should be reason to worry about.- The Karate Star showed a mock upper. –Her “Updraft Shot” is her usual finishing move, so be careful when she lowers her left hand, and because that’s usually her tell before using that monster Uppercut… Is really powerful, she could even hurt me a lot with that monster strike.- Goemon extended his fist, inviting Jose to bump it. –But I have total faith in you Hernandez-kun, you just go out there a beat her up. - The Karate Star brandished his best and most brilliant smile to cheer up his student. His master, Ichigan, usually punched him before a match, but Goemon was more into positive reinforcement.
-Oh shut up you old geezer! You ain't telling me what to do! - Pitch shouted from the other side of the curtain. Masaoki always told her to be respectful of her elders and veteran fighters, but right now she was feeling a bit embarrassed because of her trainer’s choice of clothing for her. –You can stay right there and gauge my potential from your side of the locker, you pervert…- She was nervous and her mouth kept running. –And don’t even try to ogle me!- She shouted and then proceeded to do some shadow boxing, warming up her muscles before she was called for her match. |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 8, 2016 5:34:50 GMT
Jose pays close attention to Goemon's words, especially when he shared his knowledge against his opponent. He begins to picture her famous "Updraft Shot" and imagining countering her uppercut punch with different combination of sways and strikes. Smirking in response to his own mentor's smile, he proceeds to bump fists and tell him, "You better win too." Jose hasn't heard much about Tadao Domen. He wish he could have some insight to over his master about his own opponent, along with giving him an amazing speech and how he is going to win. But at the same time, he trusted Goemon's skills and will power. He starts throw a few more practice punches, this time with a few sways in anticipation for dealing with his opponent's signature move.
"Old Geezer!?" said Tadao with a grumpy look on his face as soon as he heard Pitch's comment about his age. "The name's Tadao Domen! Young people these days, I swear, they become less and less respectful with ever new generation." ranted the old man. "Oh you heard that." said Tadao with a short chuckle at the end of her yelling. At this point in his life, Tadao has never loved nor feared any opponent as much as his own wife. Who would knock him silly if she knew he is here. "Apologies. But frankly speaking, I don't care about your qualities as a woman. I am however rather interested in your abilities as a fighter." Yet it isn't just Pitch that he wishes to see the potential of. For he always looks forward to seeing what the future holds, and by watching these young fighters, it is a preview to what is to come later.
He doesn't bother to look at the curtain, or Pitch's general direction; however, he could tell she is shadow boxing. He did not need to use his eyes, due to his KI senses allowing him to pick up on her body movements. Yet, even if he couldn't sense her Ki, his experience of participating in the fighting world for so many decades alone is enough for him to know that she would be shadow boxing at this time. As she continues to practice her techniques, he comments, "You should pay more attention to your straight punches. But I'm sure Masaoki has told you that many times." After picking up his clay jar and taking a small sip, he asks her, "By the way...where your master?
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Post by Kuma on Jun 12, 2016 3:02:44 GMT
-He had work to do, I ain’t bothering him just for a fight in a new venue like this one, because he is kind of a big thing. - There was tinge of sadness on her voice, but it was quickly replaced by another bout of anger. –And I can deal with whatever that bounty hunter boy can throw at me only with my Uppercut, straight punches are fucking boring.- She kicked a locker door. –And they ain’t my thing… I don’t have a lot of reach, so I’ve to focus on close combat punches. - Pitch gave a couple more of crosses and uppers that whistled with friction. –Plus jab are for outboxing pansies and that ain’t my thing at all, if you plan to get into a scrape you ain’t getting out of it by dancing around and throwing a couple of sissy punches for points.-
This time around she threw her Updraft Shot, Tadao couldn’t see it, but he could surely feel it, as the whole room got filled with powerful winds, closing every open locker and forcing the curtain out its railing. –If anybody gets to comfortable I hit them with one of these… Nobody can take it. - Pitch walked towards the door, ready to fight, and without the curtain she was exposed to the Drunken Fist Master as she left, dressed on the clothes given to her by Masaoki. Something noticeable about her outfit was her left hand bandages, now full of small cuts, as if a thousand razors passed through them. None of them was big enough to endanger the overall integrity of the cloth, but it gave a very noticeable ragged look.
-You can take my luck old timer, when I fight I only need this to win.- She lifted her worn out bandages as she left the lockeroom.
A man from the venue organization popped in the locker room. –Mr. Hernandez, we are about to start the introduction, did you picked an entry music?- He asked after greeting both of the fighters with a gesture of his head. –Ms. Pitch will enter first, as she has previous fight experience while this is your debut so you enter next.- The man waited for Jose’s reply to send the information to the control booth. Goemon just placed his hand over his student shoulder and nodded, trying to transfer a bit of his confidence to him.
♪ BAD REPUTATION – JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS ♪
The song started blasting out the high end speakers, the audience started chanting the song while following the beat with their feet, and some were even head banging, with the bleachers dangerously swaying under their combined weight and energy. Rory jumped the ropes, barely containing his enthusiasm, as the microphone was lowered from above. The Quarter Ogre grabbed it, almost crushing it with his insane strength and bellowed. –LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUMBLE!!!!!- The audience replied his shout with an equally powerful roar. –ON THE RED CORNER! WEIGHTING 54 KG! WITH A RECORD OF 2-1 IN SPIRIT BOXING! PITCH!-
The young boxer took a deep breath, exhaled and then rushed to the stage, closed fists above her head, spinning a couple of times at full speed while advancing. She jumped over the turnbuckle, using a single hand to vault into the ring and landing to an ovation of the audience. –C’mon motherfuckers! Cheer me more! BLOW THE ROOF OFF THIS JOINT! - She shouted, standing on the second rope and lifting her arms with the rhythm making the audience shout with her. –I CAN’T HEAR YOU!- Everybody kept shouting until she got off the turnbuckle and did a burst of short uppers to warm up her shoulders, lifting a small whirlwind with each hit.
Finally the song ended and the audience started to quiet down, so Rory could introduce Pitch’s opponent.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 21, 2016 19:30:30 GMT
When Pitch walked past Tadao, the old man appear to be rather nonchalant as he drinks from his clay jar a bit. After she left the room, he quickly glances at the lockers around him and starts to chuckle. "Youth is a wonderful resource." he said with a small smile. He returns his sight back to the sweet liquor. A look of sorrow and regret begins to take over his facial features as he continues to speak to himself, "Sadly, it tends to be wasted." He looks at the door that Pitch had just recently walked out of, and wonders how many times she has practiced that uppercut. "Its good to see hard working students. I'm sure Masaoki is doing a good job instructing that one." Slapping his knees with both hands, he slowly stands up and begins to stretch out his back while a painful moan escapes from his throat, which gradually transform into a deep exhale. "Gods! MY BACK!!!" he yelled during the ordeal. As he rubs his shoulders he decides that he is going to visit the hot springs after this contest. "Now, where is opponent?"
Jose replies with his own head nod before walking over to the worker and informing him of his song choice. Before stepping out of the locker room, Jose turns around and looks at Goemon once more time before he engages his opponent. Even in this situation, he appears to care more about his student's fight than even his own. There isn't many individuals out there that are as caring and compassionate as his master. He knows that there are times when his mentor would question his own skill as a teacher, which is both reasonable and ridiculous in his eyes. He never told him this, but he is truly grateful that the two of them meet and that he is his apprentice. Normally he doesn't do this, and he definitely won't do this in front of the crowd, but as he leaves the room, he lifts his right fist high in the air. Declaring to his master that he plans on winning this fight with everything he has.
♪ LOSE YOURSELF – EMINEM ♪
The speakers start shaking the room and the crowd roars back to life. Rory cliches the mic and shouts, -LETS ALL GIVE A ROOOOOOUND OF APPLAUSE TO THE NEW KID! ON THE RED CORNER! STRAIGHT FROM THE LAIR OF BOUNTY HUNTERS FROM ACROSS THE ATLANTIC! WEIGHTING 95 KG! FOR HIS FIRST EVER MATCH IN SPIRIT BOXING! JOSE "THE EARTH SHAKER" HERNANDEZ!-
Unlike Pitch, Jose doesn't bother to rush to the stage. Instead he walks at a regular place to the ring. His sleeveless hoodie jacket reveals his incredible physic. Appearing as if he is coming into the fight with pretty much zero body fat. As his face hides within the shadow of his hoodie, the crowd waits in anticipation of his facial reveal. He looks impressive enough so far, but they couldn't gauge his demeanor properly. Eventually he arrives at the ropes, but rather than jump over, he smoothly gets between the gaps with one swift motion and enters the ring. The crowd begins to shout louder. Some even start to chant a couple of phrases. A few being, "FIGHT!" "SHOW US YOUR FACE! "KICK HIS ASS" "GO FOR THE KILL!" Though Jose ignores the entire crowd and studies his opponent instead. At this range, Pitch could see past the shadows on his face and see his resolve and determination to win. The look in his eyes dwarf the entire crowd around them in terms of sheer intensity.
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Post by Kuma on Jun 22, 2016 4:17:58 GMT
Rory stood in the center of the ring, glancing both fighters in their corners before taking the mic again. –THIS IS AN OFFICIAL SPIRIT BOXING FEDERATION MATCH!- The public cheered wildly, stomping their feet. – THE ARE NO ROUNDS, THE FIGHT WILL END ON A KNOCKOUT OR WHEN ANY OF THE FIGHTERS CONCEDES THEIR DEFEAT!- Rory was smiling, something weird for him, but he was happy, at long last, through pain, sweat and blood he was opening this venue with a live SBF fight. –REMEMBER THAT ANY LOW BLOW, RABBIT PUNCH OR UNAUTHORIZED TECHNIQUE MEANS INSTANT DQ!!!!- He roared the last bit of rules to the fighters and invited them to get into the middle of the ring.
Pitch extended her tapped fists, her left bandages still worn out from her move back in the locker-room. As soon as they bumped fists the fight would be on. –I’m going to fuck you up dirt boy…- Pitch returned Jose’s glare with equal intensity, green energy swirling insider her eyes, almost as if them were filled with tornados. –And you won’t be able to do anything about it.- |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 2, 2016 3:32:50 GMT
Jose's face remains unchanged by Pitch's words. He isn't a trash talker, but a fighter. And nothing that comes out of his opponent's mouth is going to change his attitude. He calmly extends his arms, clearly displaying his reach advantage of his opponent, and bumps fists. As their fists touch, his Ki immediately stirs throughout his body. The output causes the air to shift around his body as if there is a sudden heat wave dancing on his skin. His hands quickly return to guard as he enters a tall fighting stance against his foe, keeping his head away from her as much as possible, which will force his opponents to extend their blows further in order to each his chin. The noise of the crowd slowly disappears from his senses as he directs his total force on his opponent. "Lady's first." he said without any aim to provoke his opponent, yet his tone neither display any sense of chivalry as well. It was more like an invitation to for Pitch to decide whether she wishes to try landing the first punch. And if she does, Jose's plans on stoping her strike his both range, precision, and timing.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 3, 2016 5:33:53 GMT
-Is your funeral fuckface.- That was Pitch’s reply to Jose’s words. Or at least just the first part of her response as soon the last sound came out her throat he was already attacking throwing a combination, her tapped fists whistling through the air. Right Jab, Right Jab, Left Hook, Right Upper. The Jabs were just to measure the distance, the left hook to force Jose’s guard to the side and the Right Upper was the real attack she was aiming to connect, directly on the chin. Her usage of Fighting Spirit was minimal, just a thin coat of whirling energy over her skin. Clearly this just was her way of saying hello. |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 4, 2016 5:31:43 GMT
As Pitch's comes in with her combination, Jose begins step backwards to avoid the first jabs, not allowing Pitch to try to close the distance between them. As she steps in to land a left hook to his body, he has more then enough time to perceive the strike, which appears to be carrying a lot of force behind it. He quickly brings his elbow down, so that his arm could absorb the blow. As the hook lands against his arm, he could tell she is without a doubt from the hidden world. No regular person could every unleash so much force with such a quick punch. Yet, he is also surprise by the sheer lack of power behind the attack. From what he imagine, she should be capable of dealing more force. And then he felt the uppercut. The blow lands right on his chin and causes his head to snap back. During this brief contact, he could feel the minuscule amount of spirit energy his opponent is using against him and comprehends her greeting. Without wasting time, he decides to say hello right back.
As Pitch's right hand is near his chin, he punches with a straight twisting jab punch from his right hand coming straight out of the guard that he used to block her hook earlier. Due to the hight advantage, the punch seems to be one that is coming straight from his chest level, but is aiming right for her nose. If his opponent suffers from a broken nose, it will be a long term advantage he could use for the remaining of this fight. As his fist travels through the air, it starts to create a miniature air cone around his fist. Right before he will land the strike, he will perform a quick twist, which would allow not only his power to increase, but also cause his knuckles to shift fast enough to rip off skin.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 8, 2016 3:01:17 GMT
This wasn’t Pitch’s first rodeo, as she sways away from the incoming blow, avoiding it by inches. Jose’s knuckles scrapped her face, slicing a bit of her skin, letting out a line of blood, dripping down her cheek. Pitch smiled, grinning with her shiny white teeth and using her right leg as pivot she ducked under Jose’s extended arm and threw her weight into a powerful and compact body blow, directed to his right flank, unprotected after such powerful blow before. Pitch was aiming to connect her devastating hook in the period in-between Jose’s hand finishing the motion and going back to a guarding stance.
-EAT KNUCKLES!- She roared as her whole body spun around following her fist, whirling wind-like Fighting Spirit surged from her body as a faint green light shined behind her eyes. |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 9, 2016 1:20:43 GMT
Jose's jab has some success, but his opponent quickly comes in to deliver a body shot. He could sense that the punch isn't something he could easily receive. Plus, he wouldn't be able to bring his hand back to guard in time. His first reaction is to deliver a powerful front kick to push her away, but he knew he wasn't allowed to use his legs to kick, yet he could use them to help shift his body position. As Pitch comes forward, Jose brings his right hand back, thankful his last strike was a jab, which was perfect for this next part. As his hand comes back with Pitch's blow approaching, he quickly places his returning hand's palm on the top of his opponent's head. At the same time he enhances his legs with a good amount of Ki before performing a quick front jump over his opponent, similar to a basketball player hopping over another player. Using the hand on her head to help his elevation as well as bringing his knees towards his chest to avoid her grabbing his legs as well. As he jumps over his opponent, he turns his right hand, which assists him to turns his body in mid-air, at the same time, he uses his hand to push his opponent's head away from his landing spot to prevent her from coming at him right away. As he lands, he pulls his hand back and enters into a his fighting stance facing his opponent.
The crowd explodes into a massive roar of cheers and screams at the athletic displayed produced by Jose. Though for him, he isn't in the mood to celebrate that brief moment. His is entirely focus on Pitch as he anticipates her next move. She is a lot more explosive then he expected, and will need to be careful with her if he wants to keep this fight going from the long striking range.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 9, 2016 19:02:18 GMT
Pitch wasn’t happy about this. She followed up her blow and used the impulse to push forward to gain some distance from Jose, turning around and raising her guard. Her face was a flustered red mask of anger and humiliation. –Do you think this is a stupid game!?- She snarled between closed teeth while her Fighting Spirit started surging from her body. The green glow expanded outward from her frame, like currents of wind circling around her. Pitch eyes shined dangerously as the audience started to grow silent from shock as energy whirled around, making the ropes of the ring, and the ring itself, shiver like a tree during a typhoon. – DO YOU!?- She shouted as she rushed forward, charging in a compact stance, clearly aiming to break through Jose’s range.
She swayed left and right as she advanced, her Fighting Spirit following her as a stream, almost as she was cutting through a powerful gust of wind. Upon closer inspection anybody could notice the amount of work she had put on her footwork, specialized to get up close and personal against anybody who tried to outbox her. She wasn’t actually using her muscles to advances at all. The tip of her feet were drifting over the mat, separated from it by a very thin film of Fighting Spirit, basically she was mimicking the mechanics of a hovercraft, being propelled by her tempestuous Fighting Spirit. As impressive as this was it was clearly a work in progress, as her cuts and changes of direction were a bit sloppy, so it couldn’t yet be called a proper technique for her Winning Combination, but was getting there.
This zig-zagging took her to close up towards Jose’s left flank, seemingly preparing a powerful right hook, another body blow, but truthfully this was a feint, as at the last moment, once again using a single leg as a pivot the enraged Pitch, who didn’t take kindly being played with by Jose with that acrobatic dodge of his, to vertiginously change directions and really throw a shower of 1-2 combinations aimed to Jose’s head coming from the right. The blows wouldn’t cause a lot of damage if the connected, maybe there were just preparation for something else. Still this sudden change of direction was a gamble, as even reinforced by Fighting Spirit Pitch’s petite frame couldn’t take the strain too long.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 27, 2016 19:54:02 GMT
Jose attempts to throw a few jabs at his incoming opponent, but she manages to avoids his strikes with her rapid zig-zagging motions. Even with Pitch so close to his body, he remains calm and makes sure to look out for any of her dangerous power shots as he assumes she will try to slam him with heavy blows in her enrage state. As he sees the right hook, he carefully dips his head below her punch, but quickly realizes the faint once she lands varies combinations of 1-2s on his face. However, before he could be overwhelm him via the sheer number of the strikes hitting his face, he quickly bends his knees with his hips slightly forwards as he compresses his guard closer to his body. Simultaneously, he also arches his back into a C-shape and keeps his chin down. Once he establishes the steady stance, he starts to bob and weave around his opponent's strikes as best as he can, while also attempting to move away from the ropes with swift footwork and relocate to the center of the ring.
Between his body sways, he would occasionally fire from his guard a quick jab aim at weak spots of her body, such as the solar plexus. And as fast as he would send the punch, he would rapidly pull his hand back into his tight guard. His gameplay seems to be damaging her body over time, while trying to let her to gas herself out. However, he didn't want to waste his reach advantage, and so as soon as they reach the middle of the ring, he makes sure to take a step back and restart his striking distance within his range, but outside of hers. At this point, he switches stances to a much more taller position and begins to fire a short bust of quick and light straights at her head with his lead hand. The switch from attacking her body to her head is a simple tactic in order to keep her guessing of his intention. However, as she is getting use to his striking from the distance and will prepare to close the distance again, he decides to beat her to the punch. Once he notices her "tell" that will hint at another one of her bullrushes, he quickly dashes forward and closes the distances between them from a conformable distance for his arms to deliver power body shots. Hoping that his timing would ruin her body's natural fighting rhythm, and that she is trying to protect her head and not her body, Jose launches a strong right under-hook to the inside of her of body. While his fist swings towards the bread basket, he starts to increase the destructive ability of the strike with more than just his supernatural level strength, speed, and technique by infusing some Ki energy into the blow.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 28, 2016 2:02:06 GMT
Pitch changed her guard after her attacks connected and Jose started backing off. Her guard became tighter and she got even lower, pulling a text-book peek-a-boo guard, protecting her chest and chin with her arms while swaying and moving would defend her sides. She took some of Jose’s jabs stoically, getting a shiner on one eye and blocking some of them with her shoulders. –So running away is the only thing that weirdo of a teacher taught you?- She taunted, confident that she had Jose on the ropes, she didn’t expect him to suddenly change his stance and start pouring down chopping straights from above. The lighting fast punches caught her unprepared, one of them piercing through her guard and hitting her straight in the nose, stunning her and blowing her back.
The shock Pitch felt was so great that as she fell backwards lost focus on her makeshift footwork technique and it blew on her face, or more accurately on her feet. The sudden release of energy, the bad position and the momentum from the blow sent her flying backwards, crashing against the rope that dangerously curved outwards, the ring posts shaking from the pressure. For a moment it seemed that they would snap, but finally the force stopped and the Street Fighter started falling down, only to break her fall by hooking her arm on the top rope. A spurt of blood sprayed out her nostrils as she fought to stay standing. Finally she managed to raise her guard and with a quick twist of her wrist she fixed her nose back to its proper place. Pitch spitted blood on the mat and with disgust proclaimed. –Lucky shot.-
She summoned her Fighting Spirit from deep within her, creating a powerful aura around her, to boost her defense as she stood right beside the ropes, unable to move, as her legs were not responding, she hoped that the sudden release of Fighting Spirit would keep Jose away enough to stop him from noticing her current state so she could recuperate a bit.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Aug 28, 2016 2:27:53 GMT
Jose studies Pitch's body behavior and releasing her fighting spirit. From what he can tell, she seems to be preparing to either counterattack or defend. Unfortunately for her, Jose's weirdo master taught him how to press an opponent who wasn't moving. He gradually raises his Ki output throughout his entire body as he approaches his opponent with his feet sliding across the floor in a rapid fashion. Standing in front of her, he proceeds to throw a few strong straights and short hooks towards her head, yet while his striking would appear to the crowd that he was searching for the knockout, in reality that wasn't his intention with this barrage of head blows. He carefully pays attention to her and searches for the smallest gaps in her guard in order to land more successive hits against her head.
His aim is to apply as much pressure to her head as he attempts to get her to focus on protecting her head more and more, which will hopefully involve a higher guard at some point. And if she brings her guard up, he will take that opportunity to throw another powerful hook, similar to the one that put her against the ropes, and try to hit the same spot as the previous one. Regardless of the success of his powerful body hook, if she doesn't hit the ground afterwards, he will systematically start to attack both her body and head with a steady pace of jabs as he will push her into the corner of the ring, where he will try to finish the fight with a signature combination that involves using a noteworthy technique of the mountain slayer style.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 2, 2016 4:28:09 GMT
Pitch was between a rock and a hard place, taking Jose’s blows to her head with a tight guard. As the Earth-shaker methodically punched Pitch over and over she slowly recovered her legs, but as she focused just on healing her leg with her Fighting Spirit she didn’t notice Jose’s strategy, she instinctively tightened her guard, bobbing and weaving, leaning her back on the ropes to gain more space to maneuver. “This motherfucker is trying to ram his fist down my throat or something?” She asked to herself as Jose’s assault continued, Pitch slowly built up her Fighting Spirit on her soles for her next move.
Finally the Earthshaker released a powerful body blow towards her small frame. If he fought her 2 years ago this would have knocked her on her ass, but now, after training with Takeda she managed to react, even in such a disadvantageous position. It was too late to come out unscathed, but she avoided a hospitalization in exchange of a couple of broken ribs. What Pitch did was something she could do in the fight, while Jose wouldn’t be able to, she used her smaller size to her advantage. Once again using her Fighting Spirit as a cushion for her footwork she spun, right shoulder first, into Jose’s chest. His fist grazed her ribs as she moved forward.
In that position she gained even more speed thanks to the enemy hit, a moment of accidental brilliance and did a full 360 turn, powered by her Fighting Spirit. The high speed wind served as a defense to her while spinning and when her turn ended she jumped, trying to connect an Updraft Shot right into Jose’s chin. This modification, combined with her footwork was called
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ROLLING UPDRAFT SHOT
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Post by waybig1010101 on Sept 3, 2016 5:02:58 GMT
Pitch's rolling updraft shot connects. Jose's eyes roll back while a loud cracking noise vibrates throughout the room. The force of the blow launches the young bounty hunter off his feet. He unintentionally surveys the crowd as he attempts to readjust his eyesight's focus to witness an uproar of excitement and cheers, but is momentary confuse as the whole audience is upside-down. With his vision becoming progressively blurrier, faces start to fade just before his head slams against the mat. Normally such an awkward landing would cause a notable reaction, but with his brain so fuzzy at the moment, he couldn't even register that he landed at all. While still attempting to refocus his vision, he could barely see anything within the ring as a pitch darkness starts to cloud his sight.
If it wasn't for Goemon, he would have already been knocked out when Pitch's attack landed. Yet thanks to his excessive training and constantly dealing with his masters's overwhelming personality and attacks, he has been transformed to the point of being able to withstand such a fearsome technique, even if it was barely with the help of Ki enchantment. Right before Pitch's technique struck, he knew tell that he couldn't avoid the punch, but he managed to apply as much Ki as possible to fortify his chin in advance for the blow. Had he not boosted his chin's durability, he would have been out cold. However, even though he prevented the instant knockout, it requires all his willpower to remain conscious. The earth shaker spreads his hands in an effort to establish a strong base before trying to get back to his feet. He struggling to get back up, but by the time his raises his head to face his opponent again he almost immediately staggers back down.
Back on the floor and a few irregular breaths later, he swings a leg over so that only one of his knees is touching the ground. Yet his face seems to be fix in its current direction as he couldn't turn his gaze away from the ground. For a moment he could swear that the earth around him is calling for his attention. The sensation, the temptation to unleash his power right now is as heavy as his head feels, but he refuses to rely on his supernatural ability. Not because of the rules, but because of his desire to win this contest with the strength of his own fists. His facial expression changes from someone who is striving to an individual with complete determination as he takes another step and brings his body straight up.
As he turns his head to face his opponent's direction, he still couldn't properly see Pitch. But he didn't want her to know about his near blind state, or else she will soon comprehend that he is relying on his Ki senses in order to figure out her body position and movement. And If she finds that out, he has no doubts that she can use that information to her advantage. Yet regardless if she discovers or not, he is currently incredible hurt and couldn't disguise that fact even after stopping his wobbling legs. If she comes charging, it won't be easy. However, what might throw her off is just how calm Jose is as he doesn't allow his emotions to dictate how he fights at all. He moves into a deep stance, mostly for the support to keep him from falling again, and lifts his hands as he prepares for the next attack. A reddish aura starts to emerge from his body and a soft glow lights up the center of the ring as he harden his body with layers of Ki energy.
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Post by Kuma on Sept 7, 2016 3:04:45 GMT
Pitch wanted to capitalize on her lucky shot, but her broken rib and damaged legs weren’t helping. -Come on, come on…- She muttered while she punched her thigh trying to force a reaction from her extremities. -Goddammit!- She cursed while her body fell backwards, landing on the ropes using them as support. She could barely move, much less walk to a neutral corner as Rory was asking, but finally she dragged her legs, limping noticeably until she reached the corner, leaning against it, holding to dear life. Pitch hit her legs again, seeing how her opponent was wounded and still dazed from her attack, but once again there was no response. -FUCK IT!- She roared using her core strength to climb up to the second rope and position herself with her back looking at Jose.
A man from the crowd rudely shouted. -THIS AIN’T WRESTLING SWEETHEART!- to which Pitch replied by crossing her arms and flipping the guy -FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!- She then looked at her legs and added. -FUCK MY LEGS!- And finally gathered her Fighting Spirit on her arm for a crazy last ditch effort to knock Jose on his ass, this would leave her really open to counterattacks but in the condition he was, she could put money on Jose not reacting to her reckless offense. Without any doubt on her mind he punched the ringpost releasing her Fighting Spirit just before her fist impacted against it. The wind pressure swelled as she pushed her whole weight against the air cushion.
Finally it blew up, releasing a powerful gust of wind, surging blades of swift air moving everywhere, some even cutting pieces of clothing from the audience or even chipping away the walls and the roof, leaving scratch marks. The powerful detonation propelled Pitch towards Jose at incredible speeds, akin to a car at full speed. She shrieked in triumph the first name that came to her mind for this newfound technique as she flew fist first towards Jose.
RICOCHET UPDRAFT! |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 1, 2016 3:47:25 GMT
The wind blast alone almost knock Jose over. Yet, he manages to remain standing even after receiving serval cuts. And even with Pitch moving at him with the speed of a race car, his Ki senses are still able to follow her movements. But without his eyes he couldn't properly gauge her exact body motions, and worse his body feels like stone. As her punch approaches closer and closer, one would expect Jose to panic, yet the experience bounty hunter has been in far more dangerous and dire circumstance then this. Had this been the Jose of a year ago, maybe he would collapse mentality, but after all the shit he has been through, this is just another day at the office for him. Still, he could tell that if she lands this blow against him, this fight would be over as soon as she connects. His first reaction is to call up an earth wall to intercept her advance, but he knew that wasn't allow. And for a moment he even feels anger about himself for even thinking of trying to use his earth powers here. He wants to win this fight with his fists. No, he will win this fight with his fists!
"Come on...Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move." he repeated to himself over and over again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his legs to budge at all. It looks like this fight is going to be over with him on his ass, but then an idea pops into his head. His Ki begins to explode outward from his body in a powerful burst of energy, which slowly gathers around his own right hand and his chin. A split second before Pitch could finish the fight, Jose beats her to the punch. Literally. As he punches his own chin with his right. Unlike his opponent's strike, his blow contain way less power behind it, but still enough force to lift the earth shaker into the air, and just in time to avoid his opponents knockout blow. If he did not increase his chin's durability at the last second again, he would have taken himself out of this fight. He floats in the air for a few seconds with blood coming out of his mouth before gravity pulls him back down.
As Pitch moves past his previous position, the bounty hunter crashes onto the mat feet first and causes the entire ring to shake from the rough landing before he collapses onto the floor. He manages to brace his fall with his hands, which prevent his head from hitting against the ground. Even as his blood begin to paint the area below his face and his breathing becomes more and more difficult, he refuses to stop now. With extreme effort, he gets back to his feet. Turns to face his foe with his hands up and ready to keep going. He takes a small step forward. Then another one. And soon enough he gradually drags his legs over to his opponent. During his slow stride, he barely keeps himself balance enough to continue walking. Yet his weak legs isn't what attracts attention from the audience, but rather the incredible aura of determination emitting from his entire being. He eventually reaches close enough for his Pitch to notice that his eyes are burning with unwavering willpower.
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