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"Hmm?" Jackie Chun slowly turned around, realizing that his kick never made impact. He assumed it would have hit her, and was thoroughly surprised when he found the girl jumping down at him. "What the-!?" He screamed, as it was too late to dodge or block the attack. She landed a clear hit on his face, as his upper body started speeding towards the out-of-bounds floor. His impressive lower body stood its ground, as he stopped just centimeters from the floor. Beads of sweat dripped down from his head, and onto the ground. 'Roshi, you fool! That was too close!' He thought to himself, as he started to grunt a little bit. Surprisingly enough, the old master used his knees to quickly bring himself back up to a standing position. He quickly leapt into the air, both his fists outstretched completely, using the momentum from the jump to put some great power behind the double punch. Since Ally was still falling from the kick she just performed, Jackie figured this was his best shot to get a good counter in.
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"D-Did she get hit? W-What happened to her!?" Kiro questioned openly (probably mainly to Akita, though), as he watched Ally stumble. "Don't go easy on him just because he's an old man, Ally!" The boy yelled out at her, he figured that had to be it. He knew she was a very kindhearted individual, and was probably going easy on the man because of his sad state. That's the exact reason why a lot of their opponents lost so easily against them, though; they underestimated them!
"Whoa!" Jackie Chun yelled out, as he pretended to fall backwards, conveniently dodging the quick jab, as he fell onto his back. "Maybe you've had a bit too much to drink, Jackie!" He laughed, as he quickly jumped to his feet, dusting his pants off. "Come on, everybody! Let's get this party started!" He shouted out, as he started to clap his hands together over his head, facing the crowd, his back now turned to Ally. "You over there!" He pointed to Gin. "Play some more of those cool tunes! Come on, we need to raise the roof up in here!" He exclaimed, Jackie seemed to waiver just a bit too much, as he started to lose his balance once again, waving his arms back and forth to keep himself afloat, now on a single leg; he slowly leaning forward. Suddenly, and surprisingly, Jackie snapped a fierce kick backwards at Ally's chest (with the leg in the air, obviously). As soon as he brought the kick back, he went back to a casual standing position, supposedly finally gaining his balance again. "Man, that was a close one, wasn't it?" He laughed to the crowd, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
Most of the crowd still hadn't even noticed Jackie Chun's true intentions, the majority still laughing in tears at the silly old man.
"Whoa!" Jackie Chun yelled out, as he pretended to fall backwards, conveniently dodging the quick jab, as he fell onto his back. "Maybe you've had a bit too much to drink, Jackie!" He laughed, as he quickly jumped to his feet, dusting his pants off. "Come on, everybody! Let's get this party started!" He shouted out, as he started to clap his hands together over his head, facing the crowd, his back now turned to Ally. "You over there!" He pointed to Gin. "Play some more of those cool tunes! Come on, we need to raise the roof up in here!" He exclaimed, Jackie seemed to waiver just a bit too much, as he started to lose his balance once again, waving his arms back and forth to keep himself afloat, now on a single leg; he slowly leaning forward. Suddenly, and surprisingly, Jackie snapped a fierce kick backwards at Ally's chest (with the leg in the air, obviously). As soon as he brought the kick back, he went back to a casual standing position, supposedly finally gaining his balance again. "Man, that was a close one, wasn't it?" He laughed to the crowd, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
Most of the crowd still hadn't even noticed Jackie Chun's true intentions, the majority still laughing in tears at the silly old man.
Jackie Chun suddenly began to stagger all around the ring, as he tried to make his way (very slowly) to Ally. He was now blushing very brightly, a big smile on his face, with just a bit of drool sliding down from his lips. "Ehehehe!" He laughed quite out of the blue. "I'm gonna get ya'!" He slurred, just as he fell over onto his side, right on the edge of the ring. He got back up to his feet, as he continued his journey.
"What's he doing?" A fighter from the sidelines questioned. "He wasn't this stupid in any of his other fights." He added.
"The old man's drunk!" Another laughed aloud, as he pointed at the poor fool. Jackie Chun must've been celebrating just before the match, congratulating himself on making it so far. At least, that's what many of the fighters on the sideline had assumed. The majority of the crowd now found themselves uncontrollably laughing at the sad fight; no one had every seen anything so ridiculous! Especially at a place like the world tournament.
"Whoops!" Jackie Chun laughed, just as he got in close to Ally. "Dropped my keys!" He explained to her, as he started to lean on his opponent, slobber running off from his chin, and going onto the woman's shoulder. He tried to bend down to pick up his imaginary keys, while simultaneously hanging on to Ally to keep his balance. "Oh! I got them!" He excitedly exclaimed, as he quickly shot straight up. If Ally didn't dodge, he'd knock his head straight into her chin! Simultaneously, as Chun figured she would indeed manage to dodge the attack, he shot a powerful, lightning fast uppercut as he came up, as he aimed dead-center for her solar plexus, pivoting his right foot, and twisting his body to get the most out of the punch.
"What's he doing?" A fighter from the sidelines questioned. "He wasn't this stupid in any of his other fights." He added.
"The old man's drunk!" Another laughed aloud, as he pointed at the poor fool. Jackie Chun must've been celebrating just before the match, congratulating himself on making it so far. At least, that's what many of the fighters on the sideline had assumed. The majority of the crowd now found themselves uncontrollably laughing at the sad fight; no one had every seen anything so ridiculous! Especially at a place like the world tournament.
"Whoops!" Jackie Chun laughed, just as he got in close to Ally. "Dropped my keys!" He explained to her, as he started to lean on his opponent, slobber running off from his chin, and going onto the woman's shoulder. He tried to bend down to pick up his imaginary keys, while simultaneously hanging on to Ally to keep his balance. "Oh! I got them!" He excitedly exclaimed, as he quickly shot straight up. If Ally didn't dodge, he'd knock his head straight into her chin! Simultaneously, as Chun figured she would indeed manage to dodge the attack, he shot a powerful, lightning fast uppercut as he came up, as he aimed dead-center for her solar plexus, pivoting his right foot, and twisting his body to get the most out of the punch.
Probably just a slip-up. I don't think he does know. XD
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Kiro started doing some warm-up stretches on the platform, as he tried to avoid eye contact with the opponent across from him. This was his first actual fight, and he was pretty nervous that he was going to find out that he actually wasn't as strong as his two comrades. The boy tried to shake the thought away, but he just couldn't help it! The both of them seemed so strong, and he wondered where he was on the scale.
The referee awkwardly coughed. "Are you ready yet, sir?" He asked for the fifth time, Kiro had been doing stretches for ten minutes straight, the referee was positive he had completely loosened up every muscle imaginable.
His blonde opponent rolled her eyes, her arms crossed. She almost felt bad, the kid seemed pretty nervous. She wouldn't let this fool her, though, she saw his friends fight. This was all apart of their fighting style to have their opponent underestimating them. Did he think she was stupid!? She started to angrily grind her teeth, as she clenched her fists. "Hurry up already! quit stalling!" She yelled at him, as it echoed through the entire room.
"Oh!" Kiro felt embarrassed now, as he quickly stood up straight. "Y-Yes! I'm ready now!" He may have talked a big talk, but this was pretty scary for him. He had fought Akita and Ally before, but these were strangers! He had no idea what they'd have in store! And the fact that Master Roshi never actually taught them any real fighting techniques didn't really help his confidence all that much. He put both his arms up in front of him, resembling a turtle, as he tried to keep his arms up high to block.
"Begin!" The referee shouted, as the bell rang. The elderly man slowly inched to the outskirts of the ring so he could observe the battle.
Unlike some of the skilled fighters before him, Kiro immediately charged at his opponent, his right fist outstretched in front of him. "AHHHHH!" He screamed, his eyes closed tightly, with his head held low. Kiro knew he made impact, but he figured it hadn't hurt her all that much, so he kept his eyes closed, and waited for the punches that were sure to come.
"Win by ring-out! Fighter number 12 continues on to the next round!" Kiro heard the referee announce.
"Wait...What!?" Kiro said aloud, as he opened a single a eye, slowly lifting his head to see what had actually happened.
Fighter number 11, his opponent, had flown right through the wall! She had indeed blocked the predictable attack, but it was so powerful, it pushed right through to knock her completely out of bounds.
"I-I won?" Kiro tried to confirm, but after seeing the cheerful smiles on his friends' face, he knew it was exactly what it looked like. "Hmph." Kiro smirked, pretending as if he knew the entire time. "I only threw her out of the building? Is that all?" He laughed, as he began to quite confidently walk down from the stage. He held his hand out high to try and get a high five from both Ally and Akita.
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(I'm going to skip a little ahead, since everyone's gotten a chance to roleplay a bit here. You guys can still post your fights if you want, but you know.)
And so our heroes continued to plow through the competition with ease, winning one fight after another. Kiro become much more confident with each and every fight, finally realizing just how powerful he actually was! He hadn't even used any of his secret techniques yet! It was now time for one of the last deciding matches, plenty of fighters had gathered around the ring, as both of these fighters had been taking out the competition one after another.
"Will fighters number 126 and 139 please come to the ring?" The referee called for them both of the fighters, as he stood in the center of the ring.
"I'm right here." Master Rosh-, Jackie Chun calmly informed, as he climbed up onto the ring.
"Keep in mind that this is the last fight in the first section of block D. The winner of this fight will move on to be one of the the eight finalists for the tournament." The referee reminded them of the stakes.
Jackie Chun sighed, as he bowed his head, he almost didn't want to go through with this. Ally had been training so long for this, but it was the only way to keep her training just as hard. He got in his classic drunken monkey fighting style, a stern look on his face. He knew this would have to be a serious match, Ally's level was too close to his for him to be messing around like usual.
Kiro started doing some warm-up stretches on the platform, as he tried to avoid eye contact with the opponent across from him. This was his first actual fight, and he was pretty nervous that he was going to find out that he actually wasn't as strong as his two comrades. The boy tried to shake the thought away, but he just couldn't help it! The both of them seemed so strong, and he wondered where he was on the scale.
The referee awkwardly coughed. "Are you ready yet, sir?" He asked for the fifth time, Kiro had been doing stretches for ten minutes straight, the referee was positive he had completely loosened up every muscle imaginable.
His blonde opponent rolled her eyes, her arms crossed. She almost felt bad, the kid seemed pretty nervous. She wouldn't let this fool her, though, she saw his friends fight. This was all apart of their fighting style to have their opponent underestimating them. Did he think she was stupid!? She started to angrily grind her teeth, as she clenched her fists. "Hurry up already! quit stalling!" She yelled at him, as it echoed through the entire room.
"Oh!" Kiro felt embarrassed now, as he quickly stood up straight. "Y-Yes! I'm ready now!" He may have talked a big talk, but this was pretty scary for him. He had fought Akita and Ally before, but these were strangers! He had no idea what they'd have in store! And the fact that Master Roshi never actually taught them any real fighting techniques didn't really help his confidence all that much. He put both his arms up in front of him, resembling a turtle, as he tried to keep his arms up high to block.
"Begin!" The referee shouted, as the bell rang. The elderly man slowly inched to the outskirts of the ring so he could observe the battle.
Unlike some of the skilled fighters before him, Kiro immediately charged at his opponent, his right fist outstretched in front of him. "AHHHHH!" He screamed, his eyes closed tightly, with his head held low. Kiro knew he made impact, but he figured it hadn't hurt her all that much, so he kept his eyes closed, and waited for the punches that were sure to come.
"Win by ring-out! Fighter number 12 continues on to the next round!" Kiro heard the referee announce.
"Wait...What!?" Kiro said aloud, as he opened a single a eye, slowly lifting his head to see what had actually happened.
Fighter number 11, his opponent, had flown right through the wall! She had indeed blocked the predictable attack, but it was so powerful, it pushed right through to knock her completely out of bounds.
"I-I won?" Kiro tried to confirm, but after seeing the cheerful smiles on his friends' face, he knew it was exactly what it looked like. "Hmph." Kiro smirked, pretending as if he knew the entire time. "I only threw her out of the building? Is that all?" He laughed, as he began to quite confidently walk down from the stage. He held his hand out high to try and get a high five from both Ally and Akita.
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(I'm going to skip a little ahead, since everyone's gotten a chance to roleplay a bit here. You guys can still post your fights if you want, but you know.)
And so our heroes continued to plow through the competition with ease, winning one fight after another. Kiro become much more confident with each and every fight, finally realizing just how powerful he actually was! He hadn't even used any of his secret techniques yet! It was now time for one of the last deciding matches, plenty of fighters had gathered around the ring, as both of these fighters had been taking out the competition one after another.
"Will fighters number 126 and 139 please come to the ring?" The referee called for them both of the fighters, as he stood in the center of the ring.
"I'm right here." Master Rosh-, Jackie Chun calmly informed, as he climbed up onto the ring.
"Keep in mind that this is the last fight in the first section of block D. The winner of this fight will move on to be one of the the eight finalists for the tournament." The referee reminded them of the stakes.
Jackie Chun sighed, as he bowed his head, he almost didn't want to go through with this. Ally had been training so long for this, but it was the only way to keep her training just as hard. He got in his classic drunken monkey fighting style, a stern look on his face. He knew this would have to be a serious match, Ally's level was too close to his for him to be messing around like usual.
"Way to go! But-...I didn't know you could do that. Did you use your full strength?" Kiro curiously questioned Akita, he was expecting her to win, but not so easily! Maybe she was a lot stronger than he thought. He'd have to show her and Ally he was just as powerful when his fight came along. A big grin formed on his face, as he just envisioned what his fight would be like. A single punch! No, a kick! A single kick, and his enemy would be sent flying through the air!
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"I was hoping there would be more to those guys than what Master Shen told us." Eno smirked, as he watched Akita's match from afar. "I can't wait to see just how close their true power measures up to us." He admitted, especially the eldest of the three, she seemed to lead them, leading Eno to believe she was the strongest. He'd have to pay close attention in her matches.
"Will fighters number 77 and 78 please come to the stage." The referee called for the two fighters, as he looked up from his clipboard to scan the area for any two people reacting to the called numbers.
"I'll be back." Eno confidently informed his fellow student, as if there was little to no chance he'd lose the match, no matter his opponent. The young man casually walked to the stage, looking quite calm for someone's first tournament fight. As he climbed onto the ring, he looked over his shoulder to catch a glance at his opponent, who had been walking just behind him.
It was a middle-aged man in a blue gi, with salt and pepper hair. "You can do this, Jonathan." The fighter mumbled to himself in an attempt of calming his nerves. He tightened his tied belt, as he got closer and closer to the ring, sweat pouring off him like a pig. "You've trained for almost a decade for this! Everyone believes in you!" He encouraged himself, probably seeming pretty peculiar to anyone who may have glanced over in his direction. He was talking to himself, after all. Jonathan climbed onto the ring, as he stood directly across from fighter-number-78, Eno, who still looked just as calm as ever, even as he stared at his opponent.
"Fighters ready!?" The referee asked, as he stood in the middle of the two, he had to make sure neither of them were going to try anything funny before the bell went off.
Jonathan struck a mean offensive stance, as he prepared for battle. Eno, however, stood completely still, leaving himself completely open (seemingly) for any sort of attack. It almost reminded Jonathan of a breathing punching bag. 'Poor kid must be an amateur!' Jonathan assumed, as he settled that he'd try to hold back just a bit of his power for the young boy's sake.
"Begin!" The referee yelled, just as the bell sounded, quickly retreating to the corner for safety.
Jonathan charged at the young boy, as every serious martial artist knew that the first attack was the most important one. However, the man was just a bit too slow.
Eno moved at an amazing speed, to an untrained eye, it would've appeared as if Eno had teleported behind Jonathan. That's what the referee had assumed at least, until...
Jonathan suddenly collapsed on the ground, as he yelled out in pain. "My legs!" He screamed, as he winced on the ground. The man was still determined to continue the fight, however, as he began to push himself back up with both of his hands.
"One!" The referee began the count down, as he held out his fingers in front of Jonathan's face to make him aware of the situation.
"I-I can still fight!" Jonathan tried to convince the referee, only about an inch or two off the ground at this point. Sweat poured down the man's face, as it dripped on the floor below him. He tried to focus on the puddle that was now forming, just to give his mind something else to think about so he could ignore the pain in his legs.
"He won't be getting up. He can't anymore." Eno informed the referee, as he turned his head slightly to get a glance at the man on the ground.
"Tw-! Huh? What do you mean?" The referee paused from counting, as he looked up to meet Eno's cold eyes.
"I shattered both of his legs at the kneecap." Eno informed the referee quite calmly, the faintest smile present on his face.
Jonathan yelled out in pain, just as he tried to apply pressure on his knees in an attempt to sit up. The man immediately fell back down into the same position he was in right after Eno's attack. No matter what he did, no matter how much willpower he still had left, Jonathan wouldn't be able to stand up to be declared conscious.
"Wha-What?! You did what!?" The referee nervously exclaimed.
"That's not against the rules, right? And if he can't stand up, then I win. You can count for however long you want, really. I assure you he won't be standing any time soon.
The referee nodded, his face expressed that he may have even been scared of Eno. "Three!..."
"Four!" He continued. The referee probably went slow on purpose, almost rooting for Jonathan to win, but even with his slowed time, the middle-aged man never stood up, despite trying every step of the way.
Without giving an apology, or even saying a word to his opponent, Eno stepped down from the ring, and walked back over to where he originally stood, as if nothing had happened. He could have easily defeated Jonathan a number of ways with minimal pain towards him, but Eno preferred to watch the man suffer instead. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Jonathan was fully conscious, and despite having the will to continue, he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.
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"I was hoping there would be more to those guys than what Master Shen told us." Eno smirked, as he watched Akita's match from afar. "I can't wait to see just how close their true power measures up to us." He admitted, especially the eldest of the three, she seemed to lead them, leading Eno to believe she was the strongest. He'd have to pay close attention in her matches.
"Will fighters number 77 and 78 please come to the stage." The referee called for the two fighters, as he looked up from his clipboard to scan the area for any two people reacting to the called numbers.
"I'll be back." Eno confidently informed his fellow student, as if there was little to no chance he'd lose the match, no matter his opponent. The young man casually walked to the stage, looking quite calm for someone's first tournament fight. As he climbed onto the ring, he looked over his shoulder to catch a glance at his opponent, who had been walking just behind him.
It was a middle-aged man in a blue gi, with salt and pepper hair. "You can do this, Jonathan." The fighter mumbled to himself in an attempt of calming his nerves. He tightened his tied belt, as he got closer and closer to the ring, sweat pouring off him like a pig. "You've trained for almost a decade for this! Everyone believes in you!" He encouraged himself, probably seeming pretty peculiar to anyone who may have glanced over in his direction. He was talking to himself, after all. Jonathan climbed onto the ring, as he stood directly across from fighter-number-78, Eno, who still looked just as calm as ever, even as he stared at his opponent.
"Fighters ready!?" The referee asked, as he stood in the middle of the two, he had to make sure neither of them were going to try anything funny before the bell went off.
Jonathan struck a mean offensive stance, as he prepared for battle. Eno, however, stood completely still, leaving himself completely open (seemingly) for any sort of attack. It almost reminded Jonathan of a breathing punching bag. 'Poor kid must be an amateur!' Jonathan assumed, as he settled that he'd try to hold back just a bit of his power for the young boy's sake.
"Begin!" The referee yelled, just as the bell sounded, quickly retreating to the corner for safety.
Jonathan charged at the young boy, as every serious martial artist knew that the first attack was the most important one. However, the man was just a bit too slow.
Eno moved at an amazing speed, to an untrained eye, it would've appeared as if Eno had teleported behind Jonathan. That's what the referee had assumed at least, until...
Jonathan suddenly collapsed on the ground, as he yelled out in pain. "My legs!" He screamed, as he winced on the ground. The man was still determined to continue the fight, however, as he began to push himself back up with both of his hands.
"One!" The referee began the count down, as he held out his fingers in front of Jonathan's face to make him aware of the situation.
"I-I can still fight!" Jonathan tried to convince the referee, only about an inch or two off the ground at this point. Sweat poured down the man's face, as it dripped on the floor below him. He tried to focus on the puddle that was now forming, just to give his mind something else to think about so he could ignore the pain in his legs.
"He won't be getting up. He can't anymore." Eno informed the referee, as he turned his head slightly to get a glance at the man on the ground.
"Tw-! Huh? What do you mean?" The referee paused from counting, as he looked up to meet Eno's cold eyes.
"I shattered both of his legs at the kneecap." Eno informed the referee quite calmly, the faintest smile present on his face.
Jonathan yelled out in pain, just as he tried to apply pressure on his knees in an attempt to sit up. The man immediately fell back down into the same position he was in right after Eno's attack. No matter what he did, no matter how much willpower he still had left, Jonathan wouldn't be able to stand up to be declared conscious.
"Wha-What?! You did what!?" The referee nervously exclaimed.
"That's not against the rules, right? And if he can't stand up, then I win. You can count for however long you want, really. I assure you he won't be standing any time soon.
The referee nodded, his face expressed that he may have even been scared of Eno. "Three!..."
"Four!" He continued. The referee probably went slow on purpose, almost rooting for Jonathan to win, but even with his slowed time, the middle-aged man never stood up, despite trying every step of the way.
Without giving an apology, or even saying a word to his opponent, Eno stepped down from the ring, and walked back over to where he originally stood, as if nothing had happened. He could have easily defeated Jonathan a number of ways with minimal pain towards him, but Eno preferred to watch the man suffer instead. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Jonathan was fully conscious, and despite having the will to continue, he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.
Don't worry, Shazbot's not talking to you. He was just trying to let everyone know about a joke character he's going to introduce in the RP.
Me too. I need to leave for work soon, but I'll be back around 8 PM to reply.
Okay, cool Thank you very much. XD
That's actually really cool. I actually do a lot of boxing in real life. That's why I made that throw away character one. XD
Also, could you edit you post just slightly? You had him pull out number 77, which would make him fight Eno in the preliminaries, which would suck. Please choose a number in between 41-60, 101-120, or 141-160. For Gin I mean. And then whenever NacNak and Shaz get on, they can choose numbers in between the other two.
EXAMPLE: You could pick number 57, as that is in between 41-60, which is one of the ones I listed. Another example would be 146, which is in between 141-160.
Also, could you edit you post just slightly? You had him pull out number 77, which would make him fight Eno in the preliminaries, which would suck. Please choose a number in between 41-60, 101-120, or 141-160. For Gin I mean. And then whenever NacNak and Shaz get on, they can choose numbers in between the other two.
EXAMPLE: You could pick number 57, as that is in between 41-60, which is one of the ones I listed. Another example would be 146, which is in between 141-160.
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