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| GlasgowSmiley | Aug 22 2015, 09:20 PM Post #61 | |
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The sound of the bell snapping her to it, Venka exhaled and went for a rush attack. However it seems her opponent wasn't going to give her an inch either. Ken moved up and they met each other in the centre of the ring. It seems he was awaiting her movement before doing anything of his own. Was this is his style? He also kept himself at a reasonable distance once he got up in her face, telling her he was an out-boxer. No matter, she'd move on up in her assault regardless. Up close and personal is how she dealt with guys like him. Wait that came out wrong... Regardless, Venka was the first to attack. For now, he seemed to be testing her, so Venka decided to go wih something hat didn't leave her too open. Going for a quick straight one-two combo, it was odd one what happened next. The man had an absolutely orthodox stance prior to this but suddenly his feet widened, he lowered his upper body and used his left hand to deflect both punches. His left shoulder forward, Venka barely even noticed him charging up the swing of his right arm. This didn't go well for her. His punch flew out and was like a straight punch in karate. he had her guard up but he somehow knew it was high and went for a body blow in her stomach. Punching her back, he resumed an orthodox stance at a distance. Stumbling back as she nearly spit out her mouth piece, the crowd was roaring in Ken's favour. Especially the ladies. "You know, I normally don't fight ladies and I'd rather not hurt you. So just go down quickly and it won't be painful." Ken spoke, heaving a bit of a sigh. "The hell you know about pain poyo... Don't look down on me, I might just break your chin on the way up..." the courier grit through her teeth making Ken raise an eyebrow. "Don't get me wrong, nothing personal. Our exchange just now proved to me that you're no match for me. A very bad one at most... Guess I'll just have to prove it to you." he spoke, suddenly punching the air in front of him. A ball of air formed from his fist and propelled it's way to Venka. It was fast and came a bit as too much of a surprise so dodging it was hard, especially from up close. Blocking the attack, she slid back on her feet though it still hurt her arms. This was just disastrous, he had taken the pace and was keeping her out of her most comfortable range. On top of that, there was no water here, her ranged options were sealed. "There it is ladies and gentlemen! One of Ken's signature punches, the Wave Motion Fist! A strike that goes all the way across the ring!" the announcer hyped as the crowd cheered for the fact that he was able to bring Venka close to the ropes. Dashing in low, Ken just sidestepped and used that motion wave fist thing again. Raising her arm to block, she barely held on to her slide. She couldn't risk a down here, 3 downs in a single round and she was out. Her breathing was getting heavier too. The man was just zoning her out here. Biting on her teeth, she braced herself for as much as she could raised her right fist for a strong straight. Her opponent, naturally taking advantage of the situation and sticking to his out-boxing, stepped back and threw another motion wave fist. But this is where Venka would have the edge. Her right straight was a feint, she quickly transitioned to a low step-in, aiming a left hook on the man's body for now. He was in the corner now, back up in the ropes, she had him! "Sparks has Hashoken in the corner, how the Master react in this situation? Her punching power would be a bit much to just take, is all hope lost?!?" the commentary had the crowd on the edge of their seat. However ken seemed calm and collected as always. Before Ven even knew what was going on, his right fist was on her chin and had launched her in the air. That attack was so quick, what just... "WOW!!! Ken counters using his second signature punch! The Rising Dragon Fist! It's a move he only pulls out against tough opponents or in pinches like this! Sparks is down!!!!" the announcer roared as the crowd jumped up from their seat. And indeed she was. On her back, Veka saw a blank darkness for just a split second and then all she saw was the ring's floor and her mouth piece. Reaching for it and putting it back in she tried to catch her breath before getting up. She could see the referee now, he was counting and showing her his count with his fingers. She couldn't hear anything but the crowd anyway, good thing he did. Getting up on the count of six, she nodded to the referee. "I can still fight..." she replied. The referee nodded in understanding after checking up on her and gave the signal. Venka instantly ran for Ken while he was in the neutral corner. Her eyes burning with a fire, her fists like loaded bullets, ready to be fired. She was in range now, catching him off guard with her second wind from the get-up, her fist raised and- *DING-DING* "Ladies and gentlemen, that's the end of the first round! Venka Sparks with a down and Ken Hashoken pulling through unscratched! No wonder they call him the Master! His composed out-boxing and unorthodox Parry technique were on full display this round! The Explosive Sparks is down in points but will she able to turn it around in the next round? As Soon as the gong rings again we'll find out, don't go anywhere!" |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Aug 25 2015, 12:36 PM Post #62 | |
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"O'course I am," Amazing replied to her drunken subordinate in a matter of fact tone, because her amazingness was an obvious fact to anyone with eyes. Though Jaqk was being quite lively with his constant movement, the Marine Commander kept her eyes glued to the screen to keep watch over her other subordinate. When they were just squaring off, things seemed to be rather fine, at least for Amazing's heart. Sobriety returned little by little and her delusions of being a boxing teacher or trainer faded with the return of clarity. "You can do it," she cheered at the television in hopes that it wold lead to something good. Her smile; her optimism; all such things were gone when Venka took that first punch. It didn't even look like a punch! It was like he was shooting something from his gloves and using it to aid him, which should have been illegal if she knew anything about anything. Her tiny caramel hands were thrown up to her face as the man kept Venka on the ropes with his ranged attack. "I can't watch...!" she thought, despite her continued viewing of everything that was happening. The moment when Venka began mounting a counter had the tiny female on the edge of the bench. "You can d- NO!" When the courier in the air went airborne, the courier in the locker room did so too. Eyes wide as she leaped through the air, her heart was sinking as her body rose in altitude. They landed at nearly the same time. "I-I-I-I gotta go check on her!" Amazing looked to Jaqk, who seemed to be even more loopy than before somehow but she chalked it up to a combination of winning jitters and concern for the woman on the screen. She wanted to tell Jaqk to stay there while she went back to the ring, but Jaqk was a grown man who could and should do what he wanted to do. And if he did it for his fellow courier, it was all the better. Amazing fled the room with great speed. Speeding through the halls past all kinds of obstacles, it seemed as if nothing could stop her on her relentless drive to help out her friend. Admittedly, she was not paying attention to how much time happened to be left in the round and why would she do that when she was more concerned with her new friend winning the fight rather than how much time she had to do so. Jetting past multiple candy and soda machines with delicious choices, the woman was somehow able to not break her pace and kept it up until she arrived at the doors to enter into the arena. "Almost there!" she panted out as she spun around some random passerby and into the double doors. Those tiny arms of hers rocketed outward to press the door handles in and swing the door outward. Stumbling into the interior of the arena, more fan noise invaded the woman's ears though it was mostly just a annoyance more than anything else at the moment. Looking to the ring, she was still quite far off and could not deliver Venka a message to do her best and to be strong. Cursing her compromised position, she wondered just how she could get down there before the match was over or even if she could. |
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| GlasgowSmiley | Sep 1 2015, 06:12 PM Post #63 | |
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Her fist a mere inch away from Ken's face, her breathing heavy, Venka was internally cursing the bell as it rang. Her opponent, still as calm and collected as ever, simply walked back to his corner with a straight face. It seemed like he was perfectly aware of the timer. Damn, she was played this round. Maybe he was just confident she wouldn't be able to connect anyway? Exhaling deeply, her fists were shaking. Partially from the hit to her chin but more so from the anger. And now she had a bigger issue... She had no seconds or a coach or anything. Looking down and feeling defeated already, she couldn't even ice the blow on her own. Hell, just sitting down was not going to happen, she didn't- ... Who left that tripod there? Wait it's that girl from before? The little girl with dirty blonde hair in the classic dress? Then... Ophelia was outside the ring? What was going on? Walking up to the edge, the aristocratic woman shook her head and pointed at the tripod presented to her. "Honestly darling, you're so... Reckless~! Exciting on one hand but you shouldn't jup into the ring without a second..." Taking a seat, the girl took out her mouth piece and offered her some water to gargle. Venka was pleasantly surprised by this all. As she was done with that, the girl began checking up on her chin. "You had a splendid first fight, darling~! That superman punch was something else! But when I saw you didn't have a coach or seconds in that match I... I just could absolutely not help myself... Sadly it took a while to arrange things with the staff here but at least I can throw in the towel if things end up going really badly..." The busty woman explained, Venka noticing the white towel around the ruffled neckpiece of her dress. Biting on her teeth, she shook her head: "I... Appreciate the help but... Don't throw in the towel... At any cost... I'll win. No matter how many second... Winds it takes me..." she spoke between breaths. Heaving a deep sigh the aristocrat shook her head as well: "Stubborn... As you wish. But don't make us worry anymore, you hear?" Nodding as she put in her mouth piece, the bell rang and second round was off. Ken was still keeping his distance and Venka was aiming to conserve whatever stamina she regained in that resting period. The two made a circle around the ring before something happened, both of them sizing up the other. That said, Venka was the one doing that. Ken simply kept his distance. He had the point lead, making risky plays was not in his favour. The pace was also set to his rhythm. So now... she needed to break that. Gritting her teeth, Venka went in for a quick low dash. An uppercut would be her plan of attack. This time however, she'd bait out his uppercut. As predicted, she stepped back when she was in range to see him punch thin air and raise his right arm. For the first time, the man had a look of surprise on his face. Planting her left foot down firmly, she pulled back her right arm and launched an uppercut of her own. Ken was in time to block but this didn't matter. Putting up a cross-guard, as soon as the punch connected, the man was lifted off his feet. Not by much but it did allow Venka to follow up with a good hook. Swinging her left arm, the sound her punch made was like a sword slicing through the air. The uppercut she landed had stunned his arms and he wasn't in time to block the second hit. Though it was a hook, Venka aimed it across his chest and... Left a cut in it. "Shredder Jolt! the courier exclaimed. Ken was pinned now. Time to keep up the assault, stepping in with her right foot, she unleashed a barrage of fast flicker punches. However her opponent was not without retaliation. His block was up now but... Something was off. He didn't just block, he weaved along with her flicker punches. And then it all went wrong. It was the parry and in a capacity she hadn't seen before. Ever single one of her strikes was being deflected as he regained his rhythm. Suddenly blowing through her attack, he used his left arm to punch open her guard, his right followed up with a strike to her gut and then... His left pulling back, it was suddenly bursting out in flames! A spinning jumping uppercut connected with her cheek, launching her even higher into the air than before. And on top of that, it left a fire trail in it's wake, burning her and searing the skin upon impact. Connecting with the floor, Venka was out of it. Her mouth piece halfway across the ring and the hair band she used to tie a long ponytail had become undone, nothing more than a piece of string now. Rupturing from the impact, her long hair undone completely, Venka exhaled one breath and couldn't breathe in any more. The courier couldn't move either... That punch just now... "DOWN! Sparks goes down again! Despite her explosive power being able to break through Ken's guard with a well placed read on her opponent, Ken simply stepped it up another notch and unleashed his Rising Burner Fist! The impact looks brutal ladies and gentlemen, will Sparks be able to get up from a hit like that?!?" Techs
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| AngelMayLaugh | Sep 1 2015, 09:18 PM Post #64 | |
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"There she is!" a male's voice called. Amazing looked to the right to see a bunch of big, black suited men with shades on looking in her direction. They looked different from the security stopping her from initiating a chair fight in the ring earlier; the men from earlier simply had t-shirts or polo shirts with the word security on them. These men looked like the ones that had been chasing her through the casino earlier in the day. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she looked toward the ring where Venka was returning to her corner after the closing bell had rang a few seconds ago. Looking back at the approaching security, Amazing had no choice but to dash away in the opposite direction of them. In an amazing display of politeness and mild athleticism, Amazing managed to apologize to every single person she passed while running through the aisles. it may have sapped her breath somewhat, but she luckily had the stamina to deal with it all. Up ahead of her, about a few feet away, she spotted some stairs leading down to the lower level of the arena. Over her shoulder, the men seemed to be gaining on her due to a lack of manners. Obviously she'd need to impart on them what their mothers had neglected to, but getting to the ring, or as close as possible, was more important in the short term. Only a few strides later did the men happen to catch up to the fleeing shortstack. Amazing managed to avoid the grabs and attempted corralling of her person but did have to come to a standstill to fight. She was not fighting them, but against their advances to be free from their tyranny. Though she wanted badly to attack them back, she knew that she couldn't. The tiny woman ran loops through their legs for a few seconds. Dashing from between one man's legs to another, she continued her pace for several seconds. It was not too long before all of the men had bumped heads or other body parts several times and eventually took one another out while the small section next to her cheered her on. "Row Row Fight da Man!" one man emphatically cheered with a pumping fist. With the Amazing was well aware of her Devil Fruit powers but was a novice at using them. She'd done some training since receiving them, but did not have fine control. This seemed like an emergency situation, however and the woman took in a breath deep enough to expand her tummy somewhat before she bellowed it all out as if she were some sort of Sound God Slayer... "VENKA! GET UP! I KNOW WE'VE ONLY BEEN SQUAD MATES FOR NOT EVEN A DAY BUT I BELIEVE IN ANYONE WHO IS ASSIGNED TO MY TEAM AND HAS THE APPROVAL OF THE POST MASTER GENERAL HIMSELF! SHOW HIM HOW W.O.R.M.S. DELIVER THEIR PUNCHES!" Nearby glass shattered, and some of the lights above Amazing and in the path of her voice burst, leaving the corner of the arena blanketed in a light darkness. Some elephant features had came about when she shouted, most notably her trunk, but the darkness provided excellent cover for her form to remain sequestered from the prying eyes of everyone as she returned to her original form. Amazing stood there on that darkened platform and waited with great anticipation for Venka to get up. |
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| GlasgowSmiley | Sep 7 2015, 08:55 PM Post #65 | |
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Sound was a foreign concept to Venka right now. Her ears ringing to the point of deafening her from all the cries and her cheek searing with pain. This whole experience so far was just an eye-opener on how poorly her fighting style was optimised for this sport. Still, she knew she could keep up with his hits, her offence simply isn't overwhelming enough. Breathing was becoming a chore, let alone getting up. The courier could vaguely see the referee counting down. Seems like he was on seven for now. Gritting her teeth in an attempt to get up, she struggled to find the strength. No way she was giving up though, this was the moment of truth! Get up, get up, get up!!! Struggling, she got up on her knees but that wasn't enough. her hair getting in her face, it was hard to see anything either. The referee was on four now? Crap, she needed to step it up, literally. Breathing was still hard and sound was still just a ringing in her ears. That is, until one particular sound rang through. The voice of her commander. Looking over to where the sound came from, the spotlights obscured her vision but she knew. Amazing was out there, cheering for her and here she was on her knees. "RIGHT ON, COMMANDER!!!!!!!!" Venka shouted back to a somewhat stunned crowd. Her voice wasn't nearly as powerful as Amazing Grace could output but it was out there and should be loud enough for her to hear it. Gritting her teeth, Venka gathered up whatever strength she had in her legs and... Rose up? Wait, something was helping her... No not her arms but... Her hair? As she stood up, her long hair had shaped itself into two additional arms. Surprised at what was going on, they moved as freely as her own two natural arms. "... Wow... This is new..." she spoke as she examined them. The referee had stopped on the count of 2 and was now confused on what to do. Even Ken had a shocked look on his face, the first real different expression he made all fight. After a quick intermission with the judges, it seems Venka was allowed to fight like this? Ophelia provided a set of boxing gloves for her and apparently more arms wasn't an uncommon occurrence. They had an octopus fishman in one of the other fights too. Regardless, the round was ended there and the break was used to discuss what to do. Venka got time to rest and Ophelia and her little friend treated her injuries. The bell ringing to signal the start of the third round, Venka had to make it happen in this one. Her dash from the corner was the fastest she ever moved in a while. Blood pumping, she was more than ready to end this. Cornering Ken in his own corner, the man tried to sidestep her, only to be met with a a hook to put him back in place. The Master blocked it but couldn't escape. From there Venka started weaving her upper body in a barrage of punches. Left, right, left, right... Her upper body moving like a pendulum, she was slowly chipping away at his guard. The crowd roaring loader and louder with every hit, everything went silent for Venka once more when she finally broke through. Ducking, she expected him to pull a last ditch effort. A low hook, it was creating an air current with the swing. But the courier was on sharp alert now. A low swing with his left was met with a low swing of her right. Her other right pressured his guard. And then it was over. Bending her knees, the tan courier grit her teeth through the pain as she clenched every last bit of strength she had into her fist. "True RISING JOLT!" she shouted as her balled hand connected with the man's chin. A strike of lightning, the sound of thunder rang through the arena upon impact. But that was just half of it. From there she put her legs into it and the man was not only launched off his feet, Ken was flipped through the air, almost hitting the spotlights above. Landing in the centre of the ring on his back, the ref interrupted in further approaches from Venka as he walked over to examine her opponent. Blank eyes, no conciousness whatsoever. Punch induced coma would be a good medical ruling. And in the end, the crowd shook the arena with their noise. "Amazing comeback ladies and gentlemen! Sparks not only made sparks fly, that last punch was lightning itself! In the third round, Venka Sparks wins by explosive K.O.!!! Advancing to the next round, she places herself among the top 8 in this tournament! A hard won victory but fully earned!" There was no end to their applause. Venka walked over the corner of the ring and got out. Ophelia put her coat on her shoulders as the courier's expression was blank. "Oh darling... Pushing yourself a little~ too far no? How are you going to do in the next round?" the noblewoman wondered out loud. "I'll manage... Somehow... I can't... Lose in front of... The commander... I..." she spoke but tripped up a little on her way to the dressing rooms. Catching her, the robust noble shook her head. "... I'll do what I can for you darling... Just rest for now and don't talk..." she replied as the three of them left the arena and headed for the dressing rooms. For now she needed a little better first aid treatment. That burn on her cheek would leave a nasty scar if unattended. Techs
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| AngelMayLaugh | Sep 9 2015, 04:26 PM Post #66 | |
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Watching Venka make a marvelous comeback, and with her hair no less, sent tingly chills throughout the Marine Commander's body. Her body had reverted to it's original form by this point. Despite being surrounded by staring onlookers wondering what the hell was going on and being shrouded in darkness, her optimistic face did not scrunch up one bit as she balled her fist in anticipation for the incoming win. "Get him!" she yelled, though at an incredibly low volume compared to what she had just produced a few seconds ago. The smile on the tiny female's face did not seem like it could possibly get any wide, but it did with the announcement of the winner. Amazing jumped for joy at the declaration of the winner. Though she did not understand that that meant her subordinates would be duking it out soon, in her mind she was looking forward to both of them becoming champions. After one of her jumps, she seemed to notice that gravity did not kick in. Her tiny head looked to the left and to the right before looking down. Her perception was still the same, as it wasn't like anything going on in the ring was moving slower than she was, nor the audience in her direct vicinity for that matter. Tilting her head back slowly, Amazing would eventually come to see something frightening above herself. "AAH!" Letting her sense of touch kick in, she realized that she was being held up by a security guard. Well, that combined with the fact that she saw his huge, shades -wearing face above her. "I DIN DU NUFFIN!" She yelled as she began struggling against the superior strength of the guard. Obviously, she could break out relatively easily but her sobriety had not completely returned to her and her struggle was equivalent to a few twists and turns of the arms and kicking of her legs as she was carried off by the large grunt. "Someone! Please help me!" she yelled in her meager voice. Not a white knight came to her defense during the journey from the arena to the detainment center. The tiny woman was thrown into a cell with some others before being told to sit tight and wait. Amazing had yelled about being a member of the Marines and it seemed that the hotel staff wanted to verify it. Lucky for her, that cell had a television in it that showed the fights going on in the arena. Perhaps it was because the cell was filled with mostly rowdy spectators who had gotten a bit too boorish to be sitting with others in a public area and they did not want to deprive them of their viewing experience. Amazing sulked around for a few minutes by herself. The marine counted the grooves on the bench with her fingers as she looked over to the monitor every now and again. "That Venka woman looks like a man." The caramel female also happened to be eavesdropping on the conversation between the other women in the cell. After hearing this, the Marine shook her head silently. That wasn't the last of the things to be said about Amazing's newest subordinate, however. The women flouted at Venka so brazenly and with no compunction for who might have been offended by such comments. Yes, they had the right to do and say what they wanted to, but no one rode for their homies like the letter courier Amazing Sylvette Grace. Standing up and walking toward the women, Amazing furrowed her brows and threw her hands on her hips as she stared them down with infernos in her eyes. "What was that you said about Venka?" |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Sep 10 2015, 11:24 PM Post #67 | |
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As everything was readying to heat up; the Fight Night on Las Arcadas was one for the ages! Even if there were several no-names, not too well known or otherwise competitors - some people lost fans while others, such as our Venka Sparks had earned an armada of new fans with her victory over her last opponent! There was one more match of the night; the entirety of the Fight Night was to see all the competitors give it everything they got, especially with little to no rest - backing an animal into a corner and releasing them to fight for survival was the best form of entertainment! Given the finale was coming soon; Venka and her opponent would be given a fair amount of time and be ready to complete and hopefully wouldn't be pulling any punches again her opponent; the man with odd choice of fighting style! With an unspecified amount of time passing back with each tick of the tock on the clock that rested on the walk to the something else that could have rhymed, but we didn't have the time! In that uncertain amount of time, Jaqk hadn't heard from the Lieutenant or Commander in awhile. Granted, however, he wasn't the most sober of people as if he were to show any signs of soberness, Veronica would have liquor ready and willing to make the poor masked man drink it; but still respect his privacy enough so that she didn't remove it, even in the absolutely obliterated form of intoxication that our fisherman found himself in. The arena was lined; from fans of the newest comers to Fight Night and fans that had converted, or were here to see the one's who defeated their personal favourites! Paying no mind tot that, it was jammed-packed! Not an empty sea in the house. "You can't go failing me now. You've done well to make-up for what you did, so finish the fight!" -- even when she was trying to be nice, Veronica sounded incredibly mean. Jaqk, who was worse-off than before, bobbled back and forth into Veronica and a nearby wall. "I-I....G-Got this ray-dee-o qujuan~" -- he poke as his teetered continued; and she had an incredibly look of doubt in her eyes. |
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| GlasgowSmiley | Sep 12 2015, 11:01 PM Post #68 | |
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"Mmmmmphhhh... Yeah, that's the spot... Hnnnngg... Keep going... Mmm... Harder... Yes, don't stop... Yes, yes, yessssssssssss... Oooooooooooooh, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" "Darling... Please try to contain yourself... You're upsetting Samantha..." Ophelia suddenly interrupted. Back in the dressing room, Venka was getting a back-rub. Her body placed on a one person bed, her face into a bag of ice instead of a pillow to cool the burn, a goofy smile stretching from ear to ear as she groaned in ecstasy from her muscle sores leaving her body. The noblewoman had magical hands really. Since the organisation staff had come by and said they had plenty of time left, Ophelia decided to work some of that magic and ease her pain. Wasn't just a back rub either, her legs and arms were already done. "S-s-sorry... You just hit a particular stress point I've been trying to work out for about a year now..." the courier replied, still a bit dazed. Samantha, otherwise known as the young girl that was her second in the match earlier, was sitting on a little stool all the way across the room. Her back turned to the two ample women, she seemed to be shivering. "Just a reminder~! This is only temporary relief. Your pain will come back if you don't rest up properly later." the noble reminded Venka as she got up. "Right... Can I take a shower after this though? I'm getting all sticky..." she spoke as she got up and heaved a sigh. "From the sweat I mean... That fight had me making a lot of mistakes, I should have done much better..." Venka added for clarification as she balled her fist and had a determined look in her eye. "Not too cold, not too hot and you should be fine. Drying off that long hair of yours however..." Ophelia answered, pondering as to how to deal with that. They still didn't really have an explanation as to why it suddenly started moving as it did but it bring her the comeback K.O. after all... "I'll be quick about it!" the courier answered, hopping off the bed and heading to the showers. The showers were a separate room in the dressing rooms. Seems like every contestant had these type of bathrooms in theirs so Venka took advantage of it. Stripping of her shorts and top, her wrapping already undone earlier and boxing shoes long taken off, the tan woman opened up the warm water and sought to regulate it to the right temperature, steam rose up in the room regardless, Venka needed a little bit of that to relax right now. The water being refreshing as she faced the shower head first, she ran her hands through her hair. As expected it was a bit sweaty too. Heaving a sigh, she shook her head a little. "Times like these I wonder if short hair would have been better..." and continued washing up. Walking out of the cabin, she was unpleasantly surprised to find her shorts and top not present any more. "What... Who..." the woman spoke as she wrapped a white towel around her body and walked out of the "bathroom" somewhat annoyed. "Ophelia, did someone-" "-Take your clothes? Yes darling, I had Samantha wash them up for you quickly. Don't worry, she'll be back before your match... More importantly... Did you cut your hair while you were in there?" the noblewoman asked, somewhat baffled. "What, no of course not, why would I..." Venka responded immediatly but suddenly realised that her hair was already dry and not as heavy as it should be... Running in the bathroom, she wiped the fog from the mirror and saw her hair was now much shorter than before, being slightly above her chin in length. "Wow... Maybe... Finally? If I focus on it a bit more..." Technique
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| AngelMayLaugh | Sep 17 2015, 04:31 PM Post #69 | |
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Amazing stood in the middle of her cell with quite the victorious pose to her stance. Arms bent outward and her elbows placed squarely on her hips, feet a bit more than shoulder-width apart and angled at an obtuse width. Her smile showed it all; a bit smug and a bit proud, upturned at the corner and showing just a hint of teeth through her small lips. Eyebrows were furrowed yet raised at the same time and eyes bigger than usual and gleaming from reflecting the above lights. No one could say that this woman did not win. Looking at her would show that the tiny caramel courier was not to be trifled with and probably triumphed over those who would dare speak ill of her or her comrades. A camera pan and zoom into the background would show that she was now in an empty cell. Not only that, but behind her, about four cells away, was the cell that Amazing was previously detained within. All of the women within it were... fine. Why was the female so pleased with herself then? It was probably due to her being officially acknowledged by the guards. Her status as a Marine had come through and she was moved to a different cell right before she could engage in a fight with the women. Amazing was told that she'd be released once she was able to sober up and promised to stop causing trouble or until one of her subordinates came to get her. Happy to be acknowledged and guaranteed to let go at a later date, she was just waiting for the next fight to start. Giddy at the prospect of her subordinates advancing to their next rounds, she wondered who they would be up against. The woman simply stared at the monitor while letting her thoughts run wild and loud, not letting the audio penetrate her ears or mind. Tired of standing in her victor's stance, Amazing chose to retire to the comfy couch in the cell. Despite being a cell, it seemed to be reserved for their VIP customers who got out of hand and was furnished with a few luxurious things. It seemed that the hotel was overly concerned with keeping people comfortable and making sure they had a good experience anywhere on the premises and even the troublemakers still deserved to have a good time since they were paying customers. Amazing kicked back on the couch and pressed a button on an a device within her grasp. A young man dressed in a long sleeved shirt with a vest over it and slacks appeared at the cell door after a few moments. He was decked out in the casino's colors. "Please bring me your finest alco- I mean please bring me some..." Without the prospect of alcohol, Amazing was at a loss for what to order. Thinking on it for a few minutes, which did not seem to irritate the server in the least, she finally came to a conclusion. "Fruits! Bring me many many many fruits please!" Returning her attention to the television, Amazing waited unknowingly for the main event and the main course. |
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| GlasgowSmiley | Sep 25 2015, 01:05 AM Post #70 | |
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So darling... Let me get this straight... You say you can control your hair... Because you pushed your body to it's limits several times... For years on end... With a recent training session of push-ups, jogging, pull-ups and such?" "... Yes." "And not just your hair... Breathing, bloodflow, muscles, fat... Correct?" "... Yup..." "Honestly darling that sounds like a hogwash~ waste of time. There's people who can mold lightning in this world from eating a fruit and you needed to do all that just to hold a fork with your hair?" "Well when you put it like that... Regardless, I didn't make up the rules for this. Everyone who has Life Return has gained it from doing it like this." "Well alright darling, you know better than I do, I suppose... We'll go with it and just use it to your advantage! Having an extra pair of arms is only an advantage in your next fight!" Sitting on a small bed and explaining why her hair is able to change lengths and be controlled like that, Ophelia's reaction was understandable. Regardless, Venka heaved a bit of a sigh. Her platinum blonde hair having grown back to it's original length, the young woman was waiting for her clothes to come back from laundry. What bugged her most of all was her opponent for the next match. Brucie B. or well... Jaqk as he was his substitute all of a sudden. If at all, she'd like to avoid fighting him entirely but it doesn't look like that is going to be possible. Noticing her sulking a bit Ophelia decided to bring up the issue: "What's wrong darling~? You look like you're forced to kick a cute puppy?" the noble asked her as she used an elaborate fan to blow some air her way. Those fancy dresses do get hot after all. Looking down, Venka didn't know how to respond. Telling people that Brucie B. wasn't who they thought he was wouldn't solve anything but she didn't feel like lying to the person providing her ringside support. Shaking her head, the puppy kicking metaphor was exactly how it felt though. With the puppy being fully capable of biting her back a lot. She only met Jaqk but to fight him like this, she really had no reason to. He was distant and somewhat mysterious but if he was on Amazing's crew, he couldn't be a bad person. They were only staying at this hotel because of him in the first place! "It's... Nothing important, I just have a personal dilemma to deal with..." she answered. Seems like Ophelia understood and decided not to pry any further. That said, maybe advice is what she should have asked for? Holding back in the fight and letting Jaqk win would hurt her pride and possibly his too. It wouldn't be fair to everyone rooting for her in the finals either. For as much of a dark horse as she was in this tournament, she did gather up her base of fans. How can one make the right call in this? She didn't want to fight her crewmate at all but disappointing all the fans and Amazing too was no answer either. With all those questions swirling in her mind like a whirlpool, she didn't notice Samantha returning with her clothes. Working on autopilot, she took the outfit and retreated back to the bathroom. Sure, they were all girls but she kind of wanted some privacy to change back. That and the girl was intimidated enough already without her stripping entirely naked in front of her. Perhaps she was looking at it all wrong however? The boxing issue that is. It was just a match in sports after all. It was nothing personal, just combat sport... That just sounded like a flimsy excuse in her head... Walking back out, Ophelia and Samantha were watching the match broadcast intermissions. They were doing quick recaps of the fights in this tournament and commentator analysis. "Oh, you're out already Darling~? Did you know they value your strength as some of the best in the tournament? Overall, you've performed well-rounded with a little spike in punching power compared to the rest of the competitors. They're analysing your opponent Brucie B. right now. It's odd however, his fighting style seems to have switched entirely in his second match? He's a wildcard, be most wary. Who knows what other tricks~ he has in store..." the noble advised her. Nodding in absence, Venka just sighed as she sat back down on the bed. Samantha began taping her up her hands and feet. She should get to her warm-up after this. After all, the fight was only 10 minutes away... |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Sep 29 2015, 11:31 AM Post #71 | |
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The Finale of the night was going to be underway shortly! Veronica had been boozing Jaqk up while they were waiting for the match to come up, and with it being so close he was forced to down several more shots of some incredibly vile liquor that he wasn't even sure was legal among the eight seas. Nevertheless, the drunken Jaqk was ready to take over and was ready for his match; he hadn't been keeping up with much but at some point, Veronica had mentioned that in the finale he'd be facing off against that new up-and-comer Venka Sparks, and while at this very moment that name didn't ring any bells to the drunken lad he didn't think much of it. Standing in for Brucie B. was a piece of cake and he felt like he could take on the world if he had to; and that truly was the alcohol talking. Veronica dressed him, save for the mask - a bit embarrassing but considering how far gone Jaqk he didn't really care. Time was closing in and the finale for the night was there, just mere moments away. Pats on the back, and all that - unaware of where the Commander was, Jaqk was ready. He really wasn't sure what he was fighting for anymore, but he was being directed by Veronica to the entrance. He'd be making his entrance first and after another shot of something, and a few pats on the back from Veronica and the stereotypical boxer coach that was at ringside earlier, he was ready to head down the ramp that lead to the ring once his music chimed in. The crowd erupted and Jaqk drunkenly waved to them all and Veronica was doing her best to keep his hands down. They were chanting his name - or at the very least, Brucie B's and such. They were going wild - Brucie was a fan favourite after all, though it wasn't unlikely that Sparks hadn't proved herself in the ring against her opponents. He can barely remember the, but it was obvious he had one. Once he was at the ring, he was assisted up and through the ropes - almost tripping over his drunken self. He reeked of booze, but the referee or anyone nearby ignored it completely. It didn't seem to matter, they wanted a good show between an up-and-comer and the established Brucie B.! In his corner, arms spread out over the top ropes, slouched down in said corner, Jaqk waited as his coach brought a towel up to soak up any pre-fight sweat and massage his shoulders. He didn't really care; Jaqk was out of it. Was this truly, even Jaqk, anymore? |
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| GlasgowSmiley | Oct 5 2015, 01:08 AM Post #72 | |
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Her fists taped up, boxing shoes tied, gloves on her hands and... Hair, Venka was ready to step into the ring. Shadowboxing, her form was fluid and tight. Punches snappy, footwork agile yet steady, she was in the best condition she could be in. Also noticeable was a big white patch on her cheek, treating the burn she got earlier. Though still below her usual 100% physical fitness, she was feeling aright, her legs not too heavy, fist making a woosh sound as she swept her left hook across the air. Exhaling deeply, Ophelia put her coat on her shoulders. "Time to go Darling~. Are you feeling alright?" the noblewoman asked one more time before they left the room. Nodding softly, Venka didn't have any other option. It was letting her fans down and doing Jaqk a dishonour. "... Yeah... I'll be fine. From here on out, I have to trust in my fists..." the courier replied as she began walking towards the door. Smiling in response, Ophelia followed and stuck by her fighter's side. "... And the crowd is roaring for Brucie B. and his entrance! this erratic fighter's a usual around these parts but it's the first he's shown his switching style! The effectiveness of it in the last match is definitely showing it's fruits! But don't go anywhere just yet, because his opponent is also a fan favourite! Having won the crowd in her fights with explosive punching power and a completely unseen before trump card, the dark horse of the tournament made it all the way to the finals! Vennn-kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARKS!!!" Entering the hall, the crowd wasn't as loud as they were when Jaqk entered but still enough to shake the ground a little. Plenty of guys whistling to her but also the bigger number of female fans. Seems like the girls liked having one of their own make it so far in the tournament. Well, she was the first woman in the history of this tournament to ever get this far. Waving a bit shy to her fans, Venka got in the ring, jumping over the top rope and stumbling in. It looked like she was almost about to fall... Taking of her coat and swinging it around her corner pole, she grabbed the ropes and tried to catch her breath. Not that she was typically nervous for a fight but this one was different. she was fighting her crew mate, the one responsible for even having the opportunity to be here in front of a huge live audience and whoever had paid exuberant pay-per-view fees to watch it at home. Breathing deeply, exhaling slowly, Venka was regaining her composure. It wasn't really working... What if she punched too hard and made Jaqk hate her? What if she- *CLAP* Awoken by the clapping sound right in front of her face it was Ophelia, giving her a reassuring smile. Nodding in acceptance of her feelings, Venka snapped out of it. Right now, this is what she needed, no words, just feelings. Feelings that would fuel her fighting spirit and make it possible to complete this match. Turning around, her face stern and determined, guard raised and firm, Venka was ready and waiting for the gong to ring... |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Oct 6 2015, 02:32 PM Post #73 | |
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Amazing rubbed her eyes as she sat on the extremely comfortable cell chair. The tiny woman was on the verge of falling asleep due to the match taking so damn long to start. Listening to the announcers talk about nothing in particular strained the courier's patience and began lulling her to sleep. When she came to again(her rubbing her eyes being this moment), she was greeted by the entrance of Brucie B. and his entourage. Cheering while popping grapes into her mouth, Amazing was making quite the rowdy scene and was asked to calm down. It didn't matter to her; she didn't respect the police. Bitch, she was the police. Her cheering came to an end once things were all settled in the ring and they were waiting for the next contestant to come out. It took a bit of time, though not as much time as it did initially for the first one. When they announced Venka's name, Amazing went into a tizzy. She cheered for Brucie B. just because he was a contestant and made it that for, thus he deserved respect. Venka, her newest friend and subordinate, was just that. The guards calmly asked her to quiet down while the other residents of the casino's jailhouse all screamed and cursed at the tiny girl until she elected, of her own accord, to calm down her noise level. Folding her arms and 'hmph'ing, Amazing turned her back to everything and everyone but the television screen. A glimpse of an idea of some sort crossed the woman's mind as she looked at the screen showing the contestants. The masked boxer, Brucie B., he sort of reminded her of her subordinate Jaqk, who she hadn't seen in ages. A prolonged look into the face of the man led her to remembering that that actually was Jaqk. "How could I forget?!" she yelled with a jump up onto the sofa. "Jaqk! Jaqk! You can do it!" unprecedented rowdiness led to everyone getting angry at the small female again, but this time she told them to shove it instead of complying. "I have to support my crewmate! Jaqk will definitely beat up that Ven...ka?" Amazing slapped her face and dragged those tiny hands down her cheeks until she looked like a caramel female that was left home alone by her parents. "Venka and Jaqk will be fighting one another?" she finally concluded as she stepped forward toward the monitor with surprise on her face and in her heart. "No no no no no no no no! W.O.R.M.S. shouldn't fight one another!" The girl plopped down onto the cell's carpeted floor and threw her chin onto her hands as she tried to look away from the screen but peered back to it every now and again. There was nothing that she could do to stop her subordinates from fighting and that made her sad. |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Oct 8 2015, 02:52 AM Post #74 | |
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Our masked man wasn't sure who is opponent was and when they were finally making their way to the ring, Jaqk's eyes followed her as she made it toward and into the ring. In his drunken state, he was having trouble remembering her; he stared at her from his corner - vague glimpses of her joining Team W.O.R.M.S while Jaqk was sober. Earlier on in the night, or day - he had only been given a single drop of alcohol. Victoria made sure to "fuel" him up for the finale and gave him far more than he had his entire life in one fell gulp. Across the ring from Sparks wasn't Jaqk - not entirely; not completely. Pointing his glove at Sparks and teetering it from left to right, the crowd cheered for whatever reason as Jaqk seemingly taunted his opponent. But it was really just his subdued consciousness trying to bring itself out; his drunken, subconscious was in total control now. Trapped inside his own body, Jaqk wanted out; he wanted his body to sober-up so that he could get out of this whole ordeal. For sure, Jaqk knew deep down that Grace didn't want this. But Drunken Jaqk, did. Lowering his arm, he stepped forward and almost fell over himself but the referee caught him and stood him up, rolling him eyes as he did. Standing him up proper, and making sure he wasn't going to fall, he would gesture for Sparks to step toward the center of the ring and inevitably she would? When she did: "Are both contestants ready?" -- he looked to Brucie Jaqk, "Suuuuuuuuuuper ready, boss!" -- he turned to a camera and gave a thumbs-up. Was Drunken Jaqk taunting Grace!? -- and when Sparks would give her nod or whatever her gesture or sentence for being ready was; the referee would take several steps back and look to the bell-man at ring-side. With a nod and wave of his finger. The bell rung. Absolutely no time wasted, as the teetering Jaqk's teetering ability was stellar; and he was quite quick in his drunken state! He had started leaning toward the right and his feet were gliding across the ring as he was moving quick and launched a swift jab with his left toward the face of Venka! |
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| GlasgowSmiley | Oct 10 2015, 12:35 PM Post #75 | |
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A loud thud was all Venka could hear when Jaqk's punch connected. Nor mercy straight from the start, huh? Blocking his attack with her guard, shifting it a bit higher to cover her face better, she was peeking out from over her gloves at drunken boxer. Still in her corner, she needed to get out first. Her hair on the right launched a quick right at her comrade followed up by her left for a swift one-two on Jaqk's torso. She kept her real arms up in a guard, sidestepping afterwards to avoid being trapped in the corner. Though the crowd was roaring, she could barely hear a thing. First match today that her focus was this sharp and the reason was as crystal clear as her hearing. She really didn't want to hurt Jaqk. Heaving a bit of a sigh in her escape, she aimed to challenge him at the centre of the ring. Circling it until he'd show an opening. Unlike her usual "punch first, ask questions later" attitude regarding fights, she needed to be more mindful. The courier needed to take him down as quickly as possible in the least painful way. Though honestly, she was drawing a blank on accomplishing both those conditions at once. "Jaqk... I don't want to hurt you. This isn't personal okay? You're a nice guy but... I don't want to make Grace suffer more than she has to..." the woman spoke. For now she needed to get a read on his movements. A counter punch seemed to be the most optimal strategy to take him down quickly so for now, she'd go for that. Another swing at her face and she'd cross-counter him... And hopefully he'd stay down after that. |
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