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| A knockout meeting; Akio and Verrin | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 5 2016, 07:24 PM (660 Views) | |
| ftant | Oct 5 2016, 07:24 PM Post #1 |
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Ah Magnolia, it was a city that Akio was relatively fond of. He wasn't entirely sure why he was but it was just the general feel of the place and he especially liked the park. Nice and green but also civilised, as much as he liked the idea of the great outdoors he was, sadly aware that he wasn't strong enough to live there safely. He could do it and he could hunt to a degree but he still had work to do so he'd rather not for now at least, unless he was with a group or something. Not that he'd admit that of course, he liked to be seen as a loner, strong and independent without having to rely on others which, is what he told himself he wanted to be. But in reality, he just wanted to have a few close friends who he could rely on. Speaking of becoming independent, he was annoyingly aware of the fact his unarmed combat, for want of a better way of putting it, was rather crap. He could throw a punch, it just wasn't a very good punch. He figured before he started learning fancy styles he should at least learn how to throw and block punches first and foremost. But how does one learn how to do that? You couldn't teach yourself, how would you know if you were making a mistake? He had to find a tutor but there was no way he was going to look for a boxing gym, it'd take a while to find and vet them then he'd have to keep going to them and he just couldn't be bothered with that. Instead, he put an advert around town that read "Boxing tutor wanted, no teaching experience but must be strong and willing. Meet me at the Southgate Park this Saturday at midday, fee negotiable based on performance. Will be wearing a crimson shirt, 3/4 camo shorts and a bangle on my left wrist" he'd be willing to give a reasonable fee but he wasn't going to be ripped off, not that he could stop a really strong dude taking his money of course but details. Well, he had upheld his end of the advert, he'd even wrapped his hands (rather poorly) and brought gloves, a mouthguard and a head guard. He just hoped somebody would turn up, because it'd be a pain to have to turn up another Saturday after nobody turning up this time. Edited by ftant, Oct 5 2016, 07:28 PM.
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| Fairchild | Oct 7 2016, 12:33 PM Post #2 |
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Everyone was training. Well, I say everyone, but that wouldn't be true. Everyone who wasn't a complete tool was training. DuFresne, on the other hand, was walking about the town. That was perfectly fine with Verrin. He couldn't stand being in the same room as that smug bastard. And what's more, the longer that he eschewed training for leisure, the more time Verrin had to bridge the gap between their skill levels. Marcus may have speed, but Verrin would have strength. He would knock that smug chimera out with a single, well-placed punch. Right in his goddamn face. The thought of it made Verrin smile. Apparently, DuFresne thought it was funny as well, laughing as he entered the gym. "Gods, you lot are never gonna believe this shit!" Right... Obviously he hadn't been responding to Verrin's thoughts... that would be crazy... Right? Right. Verrin shook off the notion and got back to his workout, trying to shut out the silver-haired fox and his idiot prattling. He was laughing about fliers he had found around town. When Verrin looked over, it seemed that DuFresne had been working hard to undo the work of whoever it was that had placed them, a small stack of leaflets tucked under his arm. "... Will be wearing a crimson shirt, 3/4 camo shorts and a bangle on my left wrist." DuFresne broke into another fit of giggles, "It sounds like he's a freakin' beggar~!" Verrin continued working, sweat matting his hair to his head and soaking his black sleeveless shirt. The young fighter finally finished his reps, wiping his face with a towel before tucking it into his red shorts. He sprayed down his machine before making a beeline for DuFresne. He was still laughing about the fliers, although, apparently, now he was targeting the poor design, materials and lettering. Verrin snatched his "example" page out of Marcus's hand, not speaking as he headed to the door. Verrin might not be the best fighter in Magnolia, but he'd be damned if the likes of Marcus or the other gawking idiots decided to answer the call. A Few Minutes Later... A few minutes later, Verrin arrived at Southgate Park with flier in hand. It was a bit past what Verrin would consider midday, making the fighter wish that the mysterious man had put an actual time. He supposed it wouldn't have mattered, regardless, seeing as Verrin had come down straight from the gym. He hadn't even bothered to change his clothes, the slightly damp black shirt and red shorts... the white sneakers with black socks peeking out the top. But for the moment, Verrin couldn't find the writer of this flier. He started to look over it again as he walked deeper into the park, wondering, for a moment, if he had come to the right place. |
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| ftant | Oct 8 2016, 11:22 AM Post #3 |
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Akio hadn't been waiting around too long, or rather he told himself that. He got to the park early and he intended to stay there most of the day, even if nobody turned up he kinda liked it so he could have a relaxed day doing nothing, yeh, that's probably why he always carried around what he would consider excess fat but in reality he was hovering around the 20% fat mark. He always wanted to get lower but a lack of direction with training and a love of food, combined with a lack of dietary knowledge made it an almost impossible task. He was just lying on a park bench when something caught the corner of his eye. A dude with a flyer in hand who appeared to have damp clothing, it hadn't been raining so either he'd had a water fight, went swimming fully clothed or he'd been sweating. Probably the latter but you never know. From his weird, upside-down view of the world, the guy's lack of height didn't hit him until he rolled off the bench and straight onto his feet. He was really short, there was no way he could he could be the strong boxing instructor he was looking fo..... Oh, apparently he was responding to the advert, now the guy was getting closer he could spot his own advert. Now he thought about it, this guy looked familiar. Ah! That was it, he was the dude who got his ass kicked in the second round by Verrin. Maybe he was a messenger? If he got knocked out in the second round of a fight there's no way he would be strong enough to teach anybody right? Little did Akio know he was underestimating the guy which would perhaps lead to a painful lesson. Despite his assumptions, he didn't want to annoy the guy straight away in case he was a messenger for somebody so he kept it friendly as he approached the guy "Yo, I see you've seen my ad. The name's Akio, you're Verrin if I remember right" Perhaps it would have been best not to give the fact he knew Verrin's name away, probably bring back memories of the match Akio knew him from, the only one he could really know him from he figured. All well, he couldn't unsay it now could he? |
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| Fairchild | Oct 9 2016, 12:04 AM Post #4 |
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It didn't hit him how Akio knew his name until he really thought about it. Being that he was looking for a boxing tutor, it kind of made sense that he would know a little bit about the sport. Unfortunately for Verrin, the only way that Akio could have heard his name was during the Amateur Series Qualifiers, when he got his ass handed to him by DuFresne. He tried not to think about it, instead just trying to go about his business... and maybe try to spare this guy the same form of embarassment he'd unknowingly heaped onto him. "Yeah, DuFresne, he, uh... He's the one who brought your flier to my attention." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. That was fine. Verrin gave a few sideways glances around the park. He had initially thought that it would be perfectly fine to spar here, but suddenly remembered how he met his last sparring partner... They ended up fighting in a public place and the Knights chased them down. It wasn't the exact same circumstances, obviously, but regardless, with all the trouble Verrin had got into with the Knights in Magnolia, he didn't want to press his luck any further. In the end, he figured a change of venue was in order. "Listen, the Knights don't like people fightin' in the street. Makes 'em ansty, 'specially 'roung here. Those Fairy Tail idiots are always wrecking half the city over who has the cooler haircut." "And the gym's a bit crowded right now..." he lied, "I got some open space at my place. You mind if we relocate there?" He jabbed a thumb in the general direction of his place, located in the market district. For the most part, it was restaurants, but then again, seeing as how Verrin was renting out a room on the second floor of a little mom-and-pop hotdog place. If Akio was willing, Verrin would lead him over to Hotdog Heaven, check in with his landlord, then start moving stuff out of the way so they could start with Akio's litle test of Verrin's skills. OoC
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| ftant | Oct 16 2016, 09:35 PM Post #5 |
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Hmmm, so it seemed DuFresne sent Verrin his way, perhaps they had a master student sort of relationship now? Maybe, though that didn't seem quite right given how the match went and what he'd heard but hearsay isn't always accurate so you never know with these things. Oh, the knights. Akio kinda hadn't thought about them at all. Would they really have a problem with it if it was obvious they were doing boxing training? Then again, he supposed a fight was a fight even if it was a sparring, as far as the knights were concerned it was a disturbance in public. He guessed with how Fairy Tail acted all the time it was natural they'd be quite sensitive to disturbances, especially fights given how theirs often seemed minor at first.... then got out of hand very fast. So the gym was crowded too? Not that he particularly wanted to get there where people would pick fights, he knew he wasn't that good at boxing, it's why he was looking for a tutor. The way Akio thought a gym was, he would be picked out and have the crap beaten out of him as a newbie so some people could get a boost out of feeling powerful. Yeh no, not happening even if it was an option. If his place was the only option he guessed he'd go with that. He shrugged, not like he could use his room at the inn, there wasn't enough space and even though this guy was knocked out by DuFresne in round two didn't mean he didn't have money elsewhere. He could even have a full blown gym for all Akio knew. A quick "sure" was all he said before picking up his stuff and following Verrin. Apparently, he didn't have a full-blown gym but he had a lot more space than Akio had at his inn room even if it wasn't huge. Anyway, now onto the test part. Akio didn't know how to wrap his hands so he didn't bother, he didn't know what they were for so slipped in his gum guard, a head guard and pulled his gloves on before he explained himself, not realising how muffled the mouth guard would make his voice "So, are you ready? I've gotta be sure you know your stuff if I'm paying you" His guard was okay but it failed to guard his chest, and importantly his solar plexus properly, his legs were also too wide and he was completely flat footed so wouldn't be able to move as swiftly as he otherwise would. All in all, it was a poor effort but not entirely useless. |
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| Fairchild | Oct 18 2016, 04:30 AM Post #6 |
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Verrin stopped by Hotdog Heaven before he went upstairs, the small shop being just about as empty as it always was, with only two people enjoying a small snack. He stopped at the counter, asking the young girl behind the counter to grab her dad from the back. A large man with a moustache was quick to lumber out to meet him, a beaming smile on his face. "Verrin, m'boy~!" he boomed, "Been awhile since we've seen ya down here! Gettin' something to eat?" "Ah, uh... Not today, Mr. Landi. Just letting you know that there might be a bit of commotion today. I'm gonna be sparring today." "Still lookin' to be a fighter despite the fact you're half my size, huh?" he probed, "Well, I suppose anything's possible, BWAHAHAHAHAHAH~!" "Ha. Ha ha." Verrin grumbled, "Yeah yeah. Super funny as always, Mr. Landi." "Aw, don't be like that, Boy~!" he beamed, slapping a hand on Verrin's shoulder, "You know I'm just pullin' yer chain!" After a bit more pieces of completely trivial conversation, Verrin was able to disengage with Mr. Landi and head upstairs to his apartment. The cramped stairwell was stained by both grease and dirty handprints, but Verrin never minded that. He simply unlocked the door directly at the top, giving way to his no-bedroom apartment. He moved his couches to the walls, making sure they had plenty of room to spar unhindered by "environmental hazards". Still, it seemed like that wouldn't matter much, once Verrin got a look at Akio's stance. It seemed like this was going to be... quite the involved tutoring. "You want me to just-?" Verrin started, not really sure, "Eh... Yeah. Alright." Verrin got down into his stance: low to the ground, weight resting on the balls of his feet, his hands up close to his face. He wasn't sure if he should give it his all, or just give it enough that Akio would be able to appreciate the divide between their levels of skill and experience. It didn't take too long for the young boxer to decide on the former. Holding back wouldn't prove anything. He'd give it his all, and if Akio couldn't handle it, that was his own problem! He started with a few quick jabs, just to give Akio a sense of what he'd be dealing with, before going full-out. A few crosses, a hook to the chin and a sweeping right to the stomach. But Verrin kept moving, bobbing and weaving between each strike, trying to keep Akio on his heels with unpredictability. He stepped back a moment before rushing forward, low and fast. He launched a fist upward, aimed at Akio's chin, putting a small leap into the strike for added impact. |
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| ftant | Oct 30 2016, 07:48 AM Post #7 |
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Akio just nodded, he'd learnt you couldn't really speak much with the mouthguard, you'd often spend longer repeating yourself because you weren't heard or understood than having the actual conversation. Looking at Verrin, he could tell their stances were quite different but at the same time, he didn't really know how to fix his own. Knowing differences, and being able to fix them were completely different things for most people, unless they were just naturally very gifted. A few quick jabs connected with his guard, he was surprised to learn his own gloves were hitting his head, weren't guards meant to stop you being punched? He tightened his guard up, gloves actually touching his own head now. He might have improved his guard but he felt every single punch colliding, he was so caught up on guarding he actually forgot to punch. By the time he remembered, the jab he threw went straight over Verrin as a blow collided with his stomach, forcing him to lower his chin and bend forwards from being winded. Okay so this guy certainly knew what he was doi.... before he could finish his thought Akio was seeing stars. He could feel his head snapping backwards, followed by the rest of his body as it collided with the floor. He wasn't unconscious, but his vision was blurry and his head felt like a tonne of bricks. This was very different to the types of battle he was used to, boxing was generally very close range anyway but the fact Verrin was so short meant he had almost no way of seeing the punched coming. He spat out his mouth guard down onto his chest, not wanting to put it on the floor as he looked up at Verrin. Funny how people looked a lot taller and stronger when the just kicked your ass. A few steady breaths and he started to get his words out, though it was obvious he was still dazed "Well you passed... all three of you" he was trying to be funny, his vision was just blurred, he wasn't seeing double or triple. |
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| Fairchild | Nov 2 2016, 09:30 PM Post #8 |
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Verrin chuckled a bit, watching his slightly-dazed student (or would that be employer?) react to being floored by such an unimposing fighter. When Akio conceded that Verrin knew what he was doing, adding a bit of humor, Verrin let it go to his head a bit more than he should have. "Yeah... bout what I figured." Verrin remarked with a shrug. "C'mon, get up." He shucked his gloves off quickly, tossing them aside before reaching a hand down to Akio, helping the young man to his feet. He wanted to laugh, but he did his best not to. Akio was a novice, sure, but making fun of him wasn't going to make him any more prepared for a fight. Instead, Verrin got back into his stance again, making himself an example for the redhead. "Alright, take a look at my stance, yeah?" He stayed where he was for a moment, allowing Akio to drink it all in. After it was clear that the redhead had seen enough of Verrin's stance, footing and posture, he shifted on his back foot. After some more shifting which felt alien and slightly mentally anguishing, Verrin had changed to mirror the "stance" that Akio had been in at the beginning of their little sparring match, marking the differences between his stance and the other man's, correcting each one as he pointed it out. "Your footwork was all wrong. Flat-footed, bow-legged, weight on your back leg. I could knock over someone three times my size if they stood like that." "You picked up your guard pretty quick, but you just started turtling after that... Until that wild swipe, at least." "That, uh... that was about, what, a minute..? Yeah... You wouldn't do very well in the ring... at least, not yet." "Jeez, it seems like you've got no experience in a scuffle, though, so... what gives? Why boxing?" |
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| ftant | Nov 4 2016, 06:35 PM Post #9 |
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Akio had some pride, but not enough to turn down a hand up when it was offered. He resisted the urge to try and shake away his daze, knowing full well it would make it worse. The last thing he wanted to do was to fall on his ass again after just getting up, that'd be embarrassing, to say the least. He blinked away the haze in his vision when he was asked to pay attention, after being floored so easily he wanted to learn how to bridge that gap. Not long after he'd note of all the key features Verrin started to change, was he going to show a second stance already? Oh, that was his stance.... that was rather different. This point was drilled home as Verrin listed every fault with his footwork, that was quite a lot of faults.... Well the other way to look at it is that there'd be a lot of ways to improve so he guessed it was just a matter of how you looked at a situation. Verrin raised a good question though, and Akio figured he should be honest "Well, I am good with weapons but that's it. When I was younger a kid always kicked my ass and he boxed so I figured if I learn I could be strong like him even without a weapon" He pondered on that idea briefly, was he really taking up boxing because somebody kicked his ass ith it a while back? Eh, why not, if it worked on him then and now it could work on others. It was just punches anyway right? So it should be simple enough to learn. Yeh, Akio had a lot of learning ahead of him if he hoped to master the art of boxing, or at the very least not get his ass kicked so easily. |
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| Fairchild | Nov 15 2016, 07:25 AM Post #10 |
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He wanted to learn how to box, because someone who was a boxer had beat him up as a kid... Yep. That was... definitely a reason. But, then again, that wasn't really it, was it? He was wanting to supplement his weapon skills with a bit of hand-to-hand combat training. That was a worthwhile endeavor in Verrin's eyes, although he had gone the exact opposite route with his training, with the sword-fighting having come second. "So... this isn't so much about boxing... as it is about brawling." At least, that's the distinction that Verrin had instantly made, even if it wasn't what Akio had intended. In his mind, though, boxing was completely useless outside of the ring, too many rules and regulations for no reason other than giving a fair fight with minimal unnecessary risks. You wouldn't bother with most of it in a real fight, and it seemed like that was what Akio was training for, in the end... Verrin shrugged, scratching the back of his head with his other hand resting on his hip. He had expected this guy to be an amateur like himself, but one that was just a little bit less experienced. Hell, he'd only been doing this a year now, with Marcus wiping the floor with him each time they faced, but Akio? He wasn't even an amateur. He was a total neophyte! It was actually this revelation that made Verrin suddenly speak up. "You... do know how to form a fist, right?" he probed, "Like... I know that sounds weird, but... It's not, really." Unless Akio had designs on wearing boxing gloves in an all-out, hand-to-hand death-battle, it was an important thing to know. Obviously with them on, Verrin hadn't been able to make out Akio's technique, or lack thereof, but just based on his stance, Verrin figured it was pretty bad. The gloves were designed to minimize any bad habits simply by the way they were designed (that is, to fit more comfortably with good form), but without them, Akio could end up shattering his hand simply by clenching his fingers in the wrong order. Well, probably not yet, but once he starts getting a bit more muscle, a little more speed, then he'd start running into the real problems. "You know what, let's just try something... No gloves. Hit me. Hard as you can: right in the chest." Verrin stood ready to accept Akio's strike, his arms held out expectantly to each side. He probably wouldn't be able to hit him very hard, but if he got to hit a real flesh-and-blood person, it would help him to realize any issues with his form on his own. For instance, if he decided to wrap his fingers around his thumb, he might learn what the full force of his strikes would do to his opposable digit in that position. Or, if his fingers or wrist was too lose, he'd learn how easily poor form could tweak something. ((OoC: Sorry this took so long, lost my computer for awhile, got a new one sent in the mail, but once I got it, I was already really behind on posts with muse running low. I got to it as fast as I could, and I'm sorry for making you wait.)) |
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