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Post by Kuma on Oct 8, 2016 2:00:27 GMT
Pitch muttered a curse as she flew under Jose, who managed to avoid her attack by hitting himself with enough force to lift off from the ground. As much as Pitch hated to admit it Jose had guts, if he could pull something like that from nowhere. Yet she didn’t have time to appreciate her opponent creative defense as the corner was approaching fast and she was moving head first towards it. The Teen Brawler braced for impact, just as everybody in the audience, as most of them predicted the crash would be brutal. And they weren’t wrong. Even with Pitch managing to alter her course at the last second, landing on her side, the bump was harsh, her shoulder hitting the post with a loud and disgusting crack, that managed to make itself heard over the audience shouts.
If her arm wasn’t broken it was at the very least dislocated. The pain was too much, the fact that she was standing up was quite a miracle, barely hanging from one of the ropes, with her knees buckling under her weight and her right arm hanging dead besides her battered body. -Dammit.- She cursed while noticing her broken clavicle. Takeda might have been right telling that she needed more training before an actual fight, as she was really good at causing damage, but taking it on the level needed for a SBF bout seemed still out of her reach. -I’m not going to lie down and surrender.- She muttered to herself, trying to keep her guard with one arm.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 16, 2016 0:50:31 GMT
Staggering towards her with small and fragile steps, the earth shaker couldn't even tell the color of her outfit anymore as his vision progressively becomes worse. Still, he move forward as he could tell her position via his KI senses. As he moves forward, the Ki surrounding his body begins to fluctuate in rapid succession. By every indication of his body language and his unstable Ki, no one could possibly believe that he could continue to fight for much longer. The only reason he is even able to continue moving forward is willpower. If ask why he is trying so hard to win, Jose would simply answer: "Because I want to see how far I can go!" This fight has evolved past his desire to win, or prove himself. Now he just testing his body to its limits and trying to surpass his limitations.
As he reaches his opponent, he screams with an incredible roar of energy before unleashing a barrage of combinations towards Pitch. His strikes are significantly slower and carry much less power than his previous attacks, but still his contain enough force to knock out a normal person. As for precision, about half of his strikes are going to miss due to him swinging a bit wild right now, and with his current legs, he could barely adjust his body position, which leaves him open to a few shots, especially his stomach area.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 16, 2016 2:01:22 GMT
Pitch did what she could to protect herself with only one usable arm, turning to the side and trying to shoulder block the attacks while protecting her chin. The Teen Brawler wasn’t defeated, even in such dire conditions the fire on her eyes was still burning, even under Jose’s barrage her legs didn’t crumble. If Jose wanted to see how far he could go, Pitch was the one who wanted to show that she could make the cut. She was praised as a genius when she got ranked, one of the youngest SBF ranked fighters ever, but soon she discovered that her arrogance got her into a fight she couldn’t win and she lost her rank to somebody she could only describe as monster. Now she wanted to show that her career wasn’t cut down before it even really started.
As the heavy and slow blows kept coming she looked for her opportunity with burning hunger, hunger for victory. -HERE!- She shouted as Jose retracted his fist for the next part of a combination and shoulder tackled him, directly aiming for his solar plexus putting all her weight and Fighting Spirit to propel herself. And hopefully after hitting, if she did, she would release her last attack, gathering all her strength into her fist and using Fighting Spirit to boost the speed of her uppercut with the winds of a hurricane behind her as she spun to get closer to Jose, getting in her favored extreme in-fighting range so she could connect, directly to his chin with a…
HURRICANE UPDRAFT SHOT!!!!
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 16, 2016 3:35:52 GMT
As he delivers blow after blow, he is both perplex and impress that his opponent could withstand so much. Yet, as much as he is starting to admire her tenacity, he couldn't let up. Not one bit. After a series of blows he prepares to deliver what he feels could be the knockout punch, but before he could get a chance, Pitch stops his barrage with a powerful shoulder tackle that slams right into his solar plexus. Gasping for air now, the young hunter's mouth is wide open when he receives the powerful HURRICANE UPDRAFT SHOT.
For a moment the world went completely black and he couldn't feel anything. As he tries to make sense of the darkness he could hear someone mumbling something, yet he couldn't comprehend what the person is saying. The noise begins to repeat in a timely fashion a few times. After a couple of more words it starts to feel like the whole world around him has joined the noise and its rhythm. He struggles to understand what is going on, but he begins to comprehend the noise a bit. A few seconds go by before he realizes that the a person's name is being repeated over and over again. As he opens his eyes the first thing he notice is a small puddle of his own blood covering the dirty mat and his face.
His gaze gradually moves up to see Pitch standing over him. Maybe his vision gone to shit at this point, but from his perspective he thought he sees a spotlight pointing right down on her as if declaring her the victor. "Does this mean I lost?" he asked himself. He tries to move his body. but nothing happens. Every muscle and bone seems to be offline. At this moment he couldn't feel any of the pain he perviously was feeling. The only thing he could feel are his extremely heavy eyelids. "...I don't want to stop now." he pleaded with his body, but his eyelids have already started to close again. "Come on...I can keep going." Again his body didn't answer him, but the earth had listen.
The underground room begins to shake softly, but over time progressively becomes more violent as Jose refuses to give up. The entire structure soon vibrates as the foundation of the room begins to become displaced by the weight of the earth shaker's desire. Soon enough, light and tiny particles of greenish orbs pop out of the surrounding walls and start to swirl around the fallen body of Hernandez. A few of these tiny lights descend down and get absorb by a barely conscious Jose.
Throughout the whole light show of terra energy, he keeps his slightly open eyes fixated on Pitch. Not even noticing what is happening around him. However, with the assistance of the terra energy, he once again regains the ability to move. His hand slowly moves forward until he manages to wrap his fingers around her ankle, and starts to apply an immense gripping force. "I...I really hate people like you." His eyes locked with hers as he continues. "At least...that was my first impression of you anyway." A small smile spreads across his face before his head and eyelids sink towards the ground. "Don't you dare lose to anyone....until...our next fight." he managed to utter as he lets go of her ankle and finally passes out. Once Jose loses conscious, the orbs of light disappear from the room.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 23, 2016 1:56:52 GMT
-I…- Pitch could barely stand up, her body trembled as he attempted to walk towards the ropes.. -Don’t plan to.- She added over her shoulders, but the shift of weight she had to do for that movement was more than enough to knock her over, falling flat on her ass. -You have a mean right Hernandez…-She chuckled as the medical staff, rough looking guys wearing red scrubs, because it was easier than washing the blood, -I hope you get lucky next fight.- Pitch talked as she was being carried to a stretcher. The medical crew was also helping Jose. As her stretcher passed besides him she also added. -And you should also watch your back, or somebody younger and more talented.- Pitch made a pause as she gave him a very cat-like smirk. -Will fuck you up.-
The audience roared with enjoyment, clapping their hands and hitting the rafters seats with their feet. The seats were really trembling and bending under the weight, but they were still holding, even if it seemed that any kind of extra weight or impact might bring the whole thing down, audience and all. Rory jumped up the ring, over the top rope. His landing made the whole ring shake. They lowered the microphone from the ceiling and he picked it up invaded with emotion. -AND THE WINNER IS PITCH!- His bellowing was received by an uproarious cheer from the audience. -AND WITH THE POWER INVESTED ON ME AS A NEWLY JOINED OFFICIAL FOR THE SPIRIT BOXING FEDERATION I GIVE HER THE 100TH RANK!- The cheers grew in loudness, echoing against the walls and only getting louder.
Rory waited for the cheers to die down a bit before continuing. -AND NOW A SHORT INTERMISSION BEFORE THE NEXT FIGHT, STOCK UP YOUR BEERS, GETTING A BITE OF SOMETHING AND WE WILL BE RIGHT BACK WITH THE MAIN EVENT.- The Half-Ogre pointed towards the best bleacher in the establishment, particularly to a man in the front row. -AND DON’T FORGET TO GREET OUR PRIDE AND JOY WILLIAM KASPERSON, THE LOCAL HERO!- Everybody cheer loudly for the Upper Gent, who only a couple of months back regained his original rank after coming out from a very long medical hiatus after a fight in London almost killed him. Still it was a testament to his endurance the fact he survived crashing against a meteor summoned by an idiot and then landing on the Thames head first at terminal velocity. Only a large scar on his cheek remained as evidence of the punch that caused that.
Pitch entered the locker-room she shared with Tadao carried by the medical staff which started working on her wounds as soon as they moved her from the stretcher to a bed prepared for her. She looked at the roof and then her bandaged hand, closing it and feeling the pain on her torn knuckles, skin hanging out the bandages after her last punch. It hurt, but the sweet taste of victory and a rank was more than enough to compensate it. She smiled as they placed a towel over her forehead and worked on removing her bandages.
In the other side of the arena, sitting in a bench was Goemon. He didn’t even follow the fight by sensing the Ki of his student. This was something Ichigan did and he felt he needed to respect his master’s tradition. Goemon was only focusing on the match at hand, a fiery golden aura burning around him as he meditated, getting ready for the match. From the ceiling a small spider dropped down on its web, slowly creeping closer and closer to the Karate Star’s shoulder. As soon as it reached him the spider and the web were set ablaze in golden flames that climbed all the way to the ceiling. The air itself seemed to be about to burst into flames as Goemon kept focusing. To him winning was a matter of honoring his master.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 7, 2016 1:33:14 GMT
Tadao isn't sure right away what it was that the earth shaker did towards the end, but the energy he sensed felt extremely familiar. For certain he knew the power he was picking up at the end of the fight wasn't the young bounty hunter's Ki energy. As he ponders over the mysterious energy, he proceeds to pick up his clay jar and bring his previous huangjiu to his wrinkle lips. Yet before he could take even the smallest sips, the medical team soon enters with Pitch' on a stretcher. The old Chinese master sits quietly in the corner of the locker room as he watches the medical staff treating Pitch's wounds. "Congratulations young one," he thought. "You have taken your first step into the rankings. And who knows, maybe one day I will have the pleasure of meeting you in the ring." Both his eyes and mind shift away from the now 100th ranked fighter as he could sense Goemon's Ki building up from the other locker room. With a fragile smile on his face, he figures he must prepare as well. He gently lifts his ancient jar and begins to slowly drink.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 8, 2016 4:37:25 GMT
-Don't get yourself killed old man- Pitch told him with a smirk. -That Goemon guy is one tough motherfucker.- She added before lying down again to rest. -Plus if you die I won't be able to knock your dusty ass off the rankings myself.-
Goemon stood up. The Ki around him was so hot a mirage was forming above him. The Karate Star seemed transfigured, his usual affable smile was replaced by an expression of focus that seemed carved on stone. The attendants on the locker room were dead silent, looking at him with a mixture of shock and awe. Goemon walked past his student, getting into the locker room in a stretcher and only said. -That was a good fight, now it’s my turn.- And fist bumped Jose. The Karate Star walked towards the exit, removing his Gi and leaving it hanging from a perch. Now he wasn’t a Karate Master, he was a Spirit Boxer and he was ready for a fight.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 15, 2016 2:26:19 GMT
"Don't worry young one. I will still be here for a little while longer. Just focus on getting some rest," he finished with a kind smile as he heads out of the locker room. As he walks towards the ring he could clearly sense his opponent approaching before seeing him. His smile slowly fades away as a much more serious expression emerges. If Goemon is attempting to read his own Ki, he will quickly discover that it is rather inactive at the moment. As soon as the crowd notices Tadao they begin to cheer and shout. Upon hearing the cheers of the audience, he lifts his clay jar in the air, his trademark salute to the fans as his way of saying, "I'm here. I will give it my all. So enjoy the show."
For a moment the announcer didn't move a muscle as he is surprised by the sudden appearance of a usually reserved Tadao. Yet with a single glance he could tell the excitement in the ancient man eyes. The drunken Master's enthusiasm resonates with Rolland “Rory” Reddings as his body begins to shake with passion. Without warning he jumps to the middle of the ring. As his feet touch the ground a powerful gust of wind spreads throughout the room as his booming voice soon follows with an endless supply of energy, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I GIVE YOU, THE 70TH RANKED FIGHTER OF THE SPIRIT BOXING FEDERATION,THE ONE, THE ONLY, TADAO "Drunken Fist" DOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by Kuma on Nov 15, 2016 5:14:04 GMT
-AND ON THE OPPOSITE CORNER, THE CHALLENGER, FROM OSAKA JAPAN, THE KARATE STAR!!!! INHERITOR OF THE MOUNTAIN SLAYING FIST!!!! GOEMON WILLIAAAAMS!!!- Rory shouted as loudly as he could, proclaiming the Mountain Slayer name who was walking towards the ring as the theme song he selected was playing in the back.
The coat of Ki around him made him shine in the dark as he approached with a calm stride towards the arena’s center. The heat around him was sweltering. This seemed to be a completely focused Goemon, ready to fight not just to get a Rank on the Spirit Boxing Federation, but to display the power of his inherited style. It was on his hands to keep the memory of his master Ichigan alive. The Karate Star gracefully jumped over the ropes and landed on the mat with a noisy “CRUNCH” as the ring suspension buckled under the sudden increase in weight. Rory took a couple of steps away from Goemon’s corner, as the temperature was rising up just with the Martial Artist’s mere presence.
–THIS IS AN OFFICIAL SPIRIT BOXING FEDERATION MATCH!- Rory exclaimed – THE ARE NO ROUNDS, THE FIGHT WILL END ON A KNOCKOUT OR WHEN ANY OF THE FIGHTERS CONCEDES THEIR DEFEAT!- The Half Ogre continued explaining, just like he did before. –REMEMBER THAT ANY LOW BLOW, RABBIT PUNCH OR UNAUTHORIZED TECHNIQUE MEANS INSTANT DQ!!!!- And with that he jumped down the ring, leaving both fighters alone in the mat. Goemon instantly raised his guard, his body hardening as his feet took a defensive Shiko-Dachi stance. The Karate Star was uncharacteristically serious, not even a hint of a smile on his face.
His eyes, charged with golden Ki, gleamed as he glared at Tadao, ready to deal with whatever strange technique the old man kicked things with. The bell rung, inviting both fighters to start slugging it out.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 25, 2016 21:33:07 GMT
As the bell rung, the old Chinese master performs a short bow to Goemon, all the while keeping his eyes on the large man's midsection so that he could tell what he is doing at all times. "I'm glad to see you taking this seriously, but that won't excuse your lack of manners." He turns his head a bit as he gauges the man's mentality. One would expect the fighters to clash right away. Yet both men just stand frozen for a second. The audience members cheers slowly die down as they become puzzled by their current standoff. Yet no such confusions existed for the true martial artists in the room. As they could comprehend the mental chess game that the two men in the ring were planning with each other. Mapping out numerous patterns of attacks, blocks, and counters via a series of techniques that only two extremely experience fighters could muster and plan ahead of time in anticipation of their opponent's move. This mental game last for only a few seconds, but it was more than enough time for Tadao to admit that his current gameplay would fail. He had hoped that he could deal with Goemon without too much influence from his special yellow wine right away.
Sighing to himself, he slowly brings the clay jar to his lips and begins to drink the whole thing down. Once he finishes, he toss the jar out of the ring, where it lands and cracks the concert floor. A fan of Tadao rushes towards the ancient jar and attempts to pick it off the ground. Hoping to collect a precious object of one of his favorite fighters. However, the fan quickly discovers that the clay jar is unnaturally heavy, to the point of nearly tearing his muscles when he tries to lift the object quickly. The drunken fist master momentarily removes his eyes from the mountain slayer towards Rory as he rubs the back of his head with his right hand. "~Whooppps. Sryabt the floor~," he said with a slur. "Heyyyy, couldu do an oldman a favor, and watch jar, it means a lottome." As he spoke his opponent will notice his once notable guard, which lack an opening to explore, has now disappeared. Making Tadoa appear to be completely opened to attack.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 28, 2016 19:46:59 GMT
Goemon remained motionless as he was well aware of Tadao’s reputation and style. He even contained the whistle of admiration upon hearing the impact of the jar into the floor. He made a mental note of asking Tadao after the match what the flask was made of, so he could fashion body weights from it. The Karate Master could perceive, just as the Drunken Master the possible trajectories of attacks, maybe not as clearly as him, because of having less experience and facing a very elusive style, but he could see them. It was almost a work of art, curves, feints and full blows, all drawn skillfully by Tadao’s years and years of practice and experience, it was almost a shame that only people at their level could see this display of mastery.
The Karate Star didn’t flinch when Tadao lowered his guard because clearly, in the immortal words of Admiral Ackbar “IS A TRAP!”. Goemon just limited himself to invite his opponent to attack, gesturing with his hand. There wasn’t arrogance in that gesture, his eyes, flashing with golden light, just projected determination.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 29, 2016 6:30:36 GMT
The drunk Tadao begins to circle his opponent as his hands play with the ropes with his back towards Goemon. He waves towards the audience with a friendly grin on his face as he encourages the crowd to cheer on. "Show your support young ones! My foe require C----Courage," he said with a short burp in-between his words. With the crowd now chanting for the massive warrior to hurry up and fight, the old Chinese master turns around to face the mountain slayer with his arms stretch out as if they were short wings. He proceeds to slowly flap his wrists with very little movement as he continues to urge the fighter to attack, "Come. Don't be afraid. You are far tooooo large to be a chicken. Cheep! Cheep! Cheep! Cheep! CheeeeeCccccheeeeeeeep!"
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Post by Kuma on Dec 30, 2016 1:29:50 GMT
Goemon didn’t fall prey of anger, even with the audience heckling him. The Karate Star wasn’t like his master, if Ichigan was here he would’ve demolished the whole building and tracked down the families of those who mocked him to punch them as well. But Goemon wasn’t like his teacher, maybe that’s why Ichigan was such a good teacher for him and why he hoped to be a good teacher to Jose. Contrasting students and masters create friction, friction creates fire and without fire the blood of the martial arts cannot be ignited. But at the moment he knew he had to contain the fire deep within, without releasing it until it was the right time. And the time was right when Tadao started clucking and mimicking a chicken. -CHESTO!- Goemon shouted as he performed a textbook Seiken towards The Drunken Master’s location. He didn’t move forward, he just allowed the wind pressure to flow from his massive punch. A gust of blazing wind surged from his knuckles upon stopping the movement and flew towards Tadao and the rowdy audience. This wasn’t an actual attack, just a distraction to force a loose and flexible martial artist to tense up. As the swirling wind blasted towards Tadao, the Karate Star moved forward aiming for a second punch, this time, hoping to connect right into the Old Master’s gut.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 30, 2016 22:38:56 GMT
As the wind blast hits Tadao, the drunk begins to stumble in place, yet his movements would suggest that the alcohol is to blame for his sudden lost of balance as oppose to the wind. Unfortunately Goemon's plan to cause the Chinese master to tense up has failed as the old man simply responses to the gust of wind with slurs, "IIIIII CA FRE WIND Toooooo" He turns his back towards his opponent and seems to be preparing to use a gassy strike as the large man approaches. But before either man could connect with their next attack, Tadao dives towards the ground head first as he loses his balance again, which causes Goemon's punch to graze the back of his robes However, before the old man's face could slam into the ground, he manages to place his hands on the boxing mat, which miraculously allows the old timer to regain his stability in time to counter attack. With unbelievable precision and speed for a man of his age and intoxication, he manages to spins and twist his body around in order to launch a karate chop towards his opponent's ankle while maintaining a low stance so he has the option to quickly roll away from his opponent in order to avoid Goemon's counterstrike to his counter attack.
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Post by Kuma on Jan 3, 2017 3:38:56 GMT
Goemon fought against Drunken Fist practitioners in the past, but this was the first time he was actually fighting a proper master of the style. This was painfully clear when Tadao avoided his second attack after faking being affected by the first one. “Damn it” Those were Goemon’s thoughts as his opponent chop moved inch by inch towards his ankle, his Ki could handle part of the hit, but not all, if he only had enough time, just one more moment to properly move his energy to protect his ankle. But he realized that he had that moment, just needed to manipulate space. The Karate Star moved his Ki into the leg that wasn’t being attacked, while at the same time he lifted the leg that was being attacked, allowing passage towards the heavily fortified one. The clash of the chop would have bruised his intended target, but the forced target, reinforced by the blazing golden Ki of the Karate Star took the hit with only minor discomfort for Goemon.
For a moment he thought to taking advantage of Tadao’s position to counter-attack, but the Old Drunken Master mind was even faster than his hands and already rolled out of his range before Goemon could strike. The Karate Star just managed to follow the spry elderly fighter with his guard up. “Should I attack or try to counter?” That was the dilemma he was facing and as always he delved into his memories thinking what his master would do…
“Pompadour, don’t get drawn into their rhythm, you grab them by the short ones and drag them into yours”
Even while trying to embellish his memories a bit Ichigan talked like a drunk truck driver, but in his heart Goemon knew that his late teacher was right, he couldn’t wait passively or Tadao would catch him in a web of vertiginous blows, he needed to force the old man into his own territory, but for that he would need to dip into Tadao’s for a second. The Karate Star rushed towards his opponent pouring all his killing intent into a perfectly orthodox Seiken to the head, but that was just a feint to distract Tadao, the real weight of the attack, with most of the Ki, was channeled to Goemon’s other hand, that would attack at the same time, aimed directly at the Old Man’s abdomen. He might be able to twist and bend his extremities and spine to avoid blows, but his waist wasn’t so easy to move. This wasn’t the wisdom of a martial artist, but his experience as a linebacker, as to tackle somebody who is trying to feint you aim for his waist.
-CHESTO!!!!- He roared, putting all his spirit into the feint, while his strength and ki laid dormant on his other hand, ready to nail Tadao’s body.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 21, 2017 23:55:15 GMT
The old drunk stares at his opponent. Perhaps Gomeon will come to the conclusion that the old man is trying to determine the secret behind his assault. Yet, Tadao in his current state didn't rely on his brains, but rather his sheer instincts and dumb luck. Rather than perform a block, or attempt to launch a strike fast enough to catch his opponent before he could land his strike, the drunk master simply performs a clumsy cartwheel as he evades the incoming fists, yet his goofy movements causes him to hit his head against the ropes of the ring. He quickly bounces off the ropes and towards the ground. As he rolls on the floor he begins to hold to his nose as he starts to shout in random directions as he desperately tries to find anyone, or anything, to blame for his broken nose. But with his hands covering his face, no one could tell if the old man had a broken nose or not. He slowly gets back to his feet with one hand covering his nostrils and the other pointing at the Karate Star.
"Heeeeeeeeeey~" he said in a mumbled voice. "Did U hit me?~" He spits on the ground before walking towards the large man. Once Tadao is within range, without waiting for a reply his movements suddenly change in intensity as he rushes towards his opponent with a short burst of speed as he performs a swift leaps at the massive man while throwing flying elbow coming straight down towards his own nose as he continues to hold his nose with one hand.
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Post by Kuma on Jan 23, 2017 4:19:13 GMT
Goemon had to make use of all his discipline to avoid laughing at the clumsy accident Tadao had, he was actually really susceptible when it came to physical humor and the Drunken Master was putting on a show. The Karate Star contained the giggle trying to escape his throat as he shifted his weight following Tadao’s erratic movements while keeping his distance to avoid getting hit by one of the impredecible attacks. For a moment the thought of helping the Old Fighter up passed through the Karate Star’s mind, but he quickly dispelled that idea tensing up his muscles and reinforcing his guard, keeping his eyes locked on the Drunken Fist.
Once again the impulse to chuckle tried to escape the sturdy cage of his discipline upon hearing the confused musings of Tadao, but he pushed it down and took a half step forward, it wasn’t his style to hit somebody in the state his opponent was, as The Karate Star was starting to think that Tadao had drinked a bit more than he could handle, but this compassion might be his undoing as the Drunken Master lept forward towards Goemon, aiming a deadly elbow strike. The use of elbows wasn’t exactly illegal in Spirit Boxing, but it wasn’t something people praised fighters for, but as in everything there were different opinions, some insisting that elbow strikes were vital in certain styles, while the opposition didn’t want to “sully” the sweet science of pummelling people with your fists.
Even so Goemon didn’t have time to think about Spirit Boxing Etiquette, a term that would’ve made his master Ichigan bust his gut laughing, as he tried to block the attack. He was just a moment late to fully parry the attack, he did a rigid karate block, but the nature of the Drunken Fist made this block quite useless in the situation, as the snapping motion of the blow was increased by it. -Ughn!- Tadao’s elbow hit Goemon square in the forehead and even with the layer of Ki protecting him he felt as if he had been clubbed with a baseball bat. The Karate Star staggered backwards, his weight bucking the ropes and his knees, leaning close to the turnbuckle. Blood started pouring out the wound, a very nasty gash over his left eye, that soon enough was covered by a crimson curtain.
It seemed like he had to fight all his natural instincts during the fight, as for a second he almost broke his guard to swipe the blood, but he still had an eye and a dangerous foe in front of him, so he returned to his guard. But the sudden partial loss of his eye sight gave him an idea. Even as trained as Tadao seemed to be the consumption of alcohol would, somewhat, affect his perception, the famous “seeing double” so maybe he could use that for his advantage. He relaxed his stance, moving into a more competitive one, more in the lines with orthodox boxing and decided to shower Tadao with a flurry of blows, some with Ki and others without, mixing the attacks in between, never letting the Ki-less attacks reach the Drunken Master, but aiming the rest to Tadao’s articulations.
-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-CHE-STO!!!!!-
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Post by waybig1010101 on Feb 10, 2017 5:37:20 GMT
The Drunken master's body and arms begin to move in awkward motions as he deals with the barrage of blows from his large opponent. His arms frail in various directions as he knocks away blow after blow, while his body slips in-between the incoming fists. He didn't particular seem to be sensing which punch contains KI, rather the drunken man appears to perceive all the attacks equally as dangerous. However, Gomeon will notice that the man's arms are covered by a thine, yet jelly like texture, layer of Ki. That seems to be able to absorb the blows rather well, while allowing flexibility. Yet, even with his unique Ki and movements, the old master could not evade and deflect all the strikes. After a few dozen or so exchanges, a blow manages to land against the Tadao's face with enough force to swipe the drunken master off his feet and towards the opposite side of the ring as he performs a few flips in midair. He eventually stops as his body crashes against the ropes.
He attempts to grab the ropes to help him regain his balance, but his right hand keeps missing as he is currently too daze from the blow to have any proper motive function. At least that is what the spectators will conclude. Meanwhile he uses his left hand to examine his jaw. Without much time, he quickly discovers that Goemon's strike has dislocated his jaw. Without wasting time, the old man quickly jams his own fingers into his mouth and applies pressure on his back molars until a quick popping noise can be heard. Tadao quickly begins to move his jaw back and forth as he tests to see if he had properly popped his jaw back to its original place. Once he is satisfied with the quick fix, he proceeds to spit blood behind himself as he finally manages to grab the rope. His body language still hints at his current intoxicated self as he continues to shift back and forth irregularly, but for a brief moment a sly smile appears on his face just before the air around the man suddenly changes along with his facial expression.
An aura full of deadly intent emerges from the corner of the ring and quickly overwhelms the crowd as their cheering faces transform into wide eye stares as cold sweat begins to drip from their foreheads and unto their clothes. The crowd remains utterly silent as the atmosphere of the room is dictated by the elderly man's emotional state of mind and none of them dare make even make the slightest of noises as they were afraid to evoke the drunken master's attention. Even going so far as too holding their breaths. If a regular human had been the focus of this animosity, they surely would have fainted out of sheer shock and fear. Yet what will be Goemon's reaction to this unforeseen threatening presence?
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Post by Kuma on Feb 12, 2017 20:06:49 GMT
For a fleeting moment Goemon smiled upon feeling his punches landing on his opponent. Tadao’s flexible Ki was quite impressive and the only reason that the Karate Star managed to surpass this amazing defensive technique was because of his constant and almost zealous love for training. Yet the sensation of victory left him as soon as it came, as the Drunken Master fixed his jaw and blasted his killer intent at the Karate Star. The pressure hit Goemon harder than his fist smashing into Tadao’s jaw. As much as a fighter as he was deep down Goemon was a good natured guy, not really one who enjoyed hurting his enemies, thus his own killer intent wasn’t as developed as other warriors’.
The sudden influx Tadao’s aura was more than enough to send a chill down Goemon’s spine, killing whatever momentum The Karate Star had gathered. For a split second the whirlwind of deadly intent forced the Hulking Martial Artist to take a step back, lifting his guard, as small beads of sweat rolled down his skin. Tadao was dangerous, much more than he already considered him. Maybe he had been to rash on his previous attack, as he didn’t know about the peculiar technique of Ki manipulation the Drunken Master used, surely that would cause problems to him, but his experience and training were already kicking his brain into a higher gear, as he thought how to surpass that defense.
The Karate Star stood silently in a defensive stance, trying to guess what would be his opponent’s next move.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Mar 18, 2017 8:11:47 GMT
When an animal perceives a dangerous threat to their survival, their nervous systems will quickly prepare the animal for the danger in order to increase the probability of survival by either engaging the threat head on, or by escaping from it. Humans are no exception from this phenomenon either. Commonly referred to as the fight-or-flight response, this spilt moment can determine whether or not the person is going to face the hazard head on, or flee, with all their might. And seeing how the karate star is more than capable of looking right into his eyes as he release his deadly aura, Tadao is beyond happy to find an opponent willing to fight him even at the risk of death. Even though he could tell there is fear in his opponent's eyes, at the same time he could see a strong sense of determination as well. And judging by his body's reaction to enter into such a superb defense stance automatically shows just how gifted and well train Goemon truly is. A quick chuckle escapes from Tadao's throat as his menacing aura vanishes and is replace with his usually relax self before he addresses his foe without any drunken influence, "The true martial artist isn't immune to fear, but fights in spite of it." The supercentenarian closes his eyes for a moment to reflect before he continues to say, "If this be my last official fight-" His eyes open. "-I won't regret it." An uncanny bluish Ki begins to shroud the drunken master as he finished his statement as he moves away from the ropes and approaches Goemon.
As he walks towards his opponent, the Ki surrounding his body begins to increase in both density and strangeness as his Ki seems to be acting as if it has a will of its own as it doesn't appear to be coordinating with the movements of the druken master. After a couple of moe steps he stops once he is within Mountain Slayer's striking range and enters into a fighting stance. With his hands semi open and his knees slightly bent, he returns to his drunken slurs as he yells, "COMEONYOUNGONE!!!"
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