Post by Ryuseki on Mar 26, 2023 15:34:50 GMT -5
Ryuseki was riding in a limousine, after being awake for 24 hours. He dozed off for a split second, but the dream felt like an eternity...He remembered a simpler time, before having access to the wealth of techniques he had now mastered...A time when force, bad attitude and pure rebellion was all he had to rely on...
A raucous crowd of about 200 people were going absolutely ballistic around a four foot high fence in the middle of a warehouse in the city of Dana in Gemoon. Criminals, hot women, stray kids, homeless people, and everybody in between were screaming and yelling knowing that the finals of a two night, eight man unsanctioned martial arts tournament was taking place. Dogs could be heard feverishly barking in the chaos. The winner was to win 100,000 kyntap -- which equals about $25,000 Earth dollars. The last match of the second night was set, being Ryuseki Baltimore vs. a man only known as "Boris," who had never lost a fight as long as anybody with a brain and two eyes could remember.
Boris was 6'5", 243 lbs., and completely jacked. He was built like a savage, with long black hair and a long black beard. His eyepatch seemed like it should make him an underdog, but at this point in his life he was primed and ready to use his disability as an advantage. His other senses were sharper. His style was reminiscent of Systema or Sambo, ancient martial arts that involved a lot of mixed grappling and different forms of hand to hand training.
Ryuseki and Boris circled each other, each deciding who would take the first blow. Ryuseki landed a cross out of the gate, intent on making his opponent feel his power. After a little more circling, he threw another punch, but Boris had already calculated his reach. Boris went in for a double leg shot, and tried to take Mr. Baltimore down to the ground...He was successful. He rained down vicious elbows from the top, and seemed to enter a position of imminent domination. Elbow after elbow after elbow after elbow after elbow. Ryuseki was taking a beating, and he rolled over to his side to plant his feet on the fence and barely escape, scrambling back to his feet, already bloodied. He staggered back to the center of the circle, throwing some jabs and feints, trying to calculate the distance between himself and Boris. He even threw a couple of calf kicks, which was not really his repertoire -- he just wanted to try to chop away the legs of the huge Boris and take away some of the spring in those shoots. "I'm already rattled..." he thought to himself.
Before he could think his next thought, Boris had lifted him up in the air and slammed him to the ground with a Sambo leverage throw. The sound was unbearable, and the crowd began to moan. This wasn't a canvas, it was concrete. A slam to the ground of this nature to any regular man would've killed him. "Get up Chohan!" an onlooker screamed. "The pretty boy's dead!" a young woman exclaimed.
It wasn't looking good for the party animal. He was bloody and his shoulder was probably dislocated. He might've been outmatched. A member of Ryuseki's crew, the Ghouls of Fire was kicking the fence, trying to rally his leader back into the fight -- hoping he wouldn't have to throw in a towel.
Boris attempted to mount Ryuseki again, but was met with a couple of desperate upkicks to the jaw, that sent him back a foot. Boris wiped his mouth, unfazed. He leapt back in for a full mount, but this time Ryuseki scrambled around and took his back tried to get his hooks in for a rear naked choke. This isn't how Ryuseki fought at all, he was just in the middle of a dogfight trying to survive. Boris immediately flung him off, as his technique wasn't precise or mastered enough to fully clench the submission.
"Damnit...I can't hold back any longer..." Ryuseki thought as his consciousness was starting to blur.
Boris let out a hearty laugh as he returned to his fighting stance. "Is that all you've got, you local clown?" he stated before letting a kick to the body fly. (By the way...the kick landed.)
The Jasperblood stone in Ryuseki's pocket began to glow and pulsated. Ryuseki grit his teeth as he felt the pain of this shoot through his entire body. After being sent back by the body kick, he responded with a knee to the ribs of his own. Boris felt this one. It was the first time he had to respect Ryuseki's power. Ryuseki spit in Boris' direction and it landed on his shoulder. In reality, it was a set up to knock the brute off of his game. He came rushing at Ryuseki, and like a matador he ran out of the way. "Now's my chance..."
Boris slipped and stopped himself with the fence. But he time he turned around, Ryuseki's gloves were off and a scorching paw, drenched in emerald fire was flying across the designated fighting area, catching Boris flush in the mouth. A few teeth flew. A second hand, coming from the other side came next with a scream, hitting the monster directly in the nose. Blood dripped. "Oh yeah, oh yeah?" Boris asked.
Boris was surprised by the attack but it wasn't gonna be that easy. He dropped to a knee and Ryuseki tried to follow up with a Shining Wizard strike to the temple, but Boris rolled out of the way. Baltimore turned around and was met with a crushingly sharp rolling elbow to the face, one that left a scar, still on his person to this very day. Ryuseki fell to the ground...
"Asap Kelam!" Ryuseki screamed, spitting blood as Boris leapt toward him for a finish. Ribbons of thick silver smoke emitted from his hands, and the entire crowd began to cough. The ring became hazy and it was hard to see. There was a rush of confusion for at least 10-20 seconds. When the smoke began to clear, Ryuseki was kicking off the top of the cage, suing it as leverage to leap into a Cobra Punch to the side of the skull. "Jackpot!" Baltimore thought. He followed up with a flurry of flaming strikes -- cross, jab, jab, uppercut, elbow, left overhand, spinning backfist! Ryuseki immediately fell to his knees and was breathing heavily. Boris stood, seemingly composed, but the combination that had landed was devastating. After a few seconds of smiling and laughing, Boris collapsed to the ground and was completely knocked out.
The crowd was in incensed, it was as if a riot was about to break out. People were screaming and yelling and climbing all over each other. Money from bets was being thrown and exchanged. An underworld boss jumped into the cage with a flag to let it be known that the fight was over. He rushed over to raise Ryuseki's arm...and it was limp. His entire body was limp. He was also knocked out. Winner by attrition. He woke up surrounded by the Ghouls of Fire.
"Damn it, I got knocked out!" he yelled as he came to. His face was a mess and his ribs were definitely broken. His shoulder was out of socket and his head was taped up. The fight wasn't long but it was brutal. His boys threw a sack at his mid section and he responded with a coughing thud.
"Dude you won, you jackass!" his cheeky best friend exclaimed.
"Oh...well would you look at that?" Baltimore responded, before slumping back into the bench he was being tended to on and fading out of consciousness...
Seconds later he woke back up inside of a limousine...
A raucous crowd of about 200 people were going absolutely ballistic around a four foot high fence in the middle of a warehouse in the city of Dana in Gemoon. Criminals, hot women, stray kids, homeless people, and everybody in between were screaming and yelling knowing that the finals of a two night, eight man unsanctioned martial arts tournament was taking place. Dogs could be heard feverishly barking in the chaos. The winner was to win 100,000 kyntap -- which equals about $25,000 Earth dollars. The last match of the second night was set, being Ryuseki Baltimore vs. a man only known as "Boris," who had never lost a fight as long as anybody with a brain and two eyes could remember.
Boris was 6'5", 243 lbs., and completely jacked. He was built like a savage, with long black hair and a long black beard. His eyepatch seemed like it should make him an underdog, but at this point in his life he was primed and ready to use his disability as an advantage. His other senses were sharper. His style was reminiscent of Systema or Sambo, ancient martial arts that involved a lot of mixed grappling and different forms of hand to hand training.
Ryuseki and Boris circled each other, each deciding who would take the first blow. Ryuseki landed a cross out of the gate, intent on making his opponent feel his power. After a little more circling, he threw another punch, but Boris had already calculated his reach. Boris went in for a double leg shot, and tried to take Mr. Baltimore down to the ground...He was successful. He rained down vicious elbows from the top, and seemed to enter a position of imminent domination. Elbow after elbow after elbow after elbow after elbow. Ryuseki was taking a beating, and he rolled over to his side to plant his feet on the fence and barely escape, scrambling back to his feet, already bloodied. He staggered back to the center of the circle, throwing some jabs and feints, trying to calculate the distance between himself and Boris. He even threw a couple of calf kicks, which was not really his repertoire -- he just wanted to try to chop away the legs of the huge Boris and take away some of the spring in those shoots. "I'm already rattled..." he thought to himself.
Before he could think his next thought, Boris had lifted him up in the air and slammed him to the ground with a Sambo leverage throw. The sound was unbearable, and the crowd began to moan. This wasn't a canvas, it was concrete. A slam to the ground of this nature to any regular man would've killed him. "Get up Chohan!" an onlooker screamed. "The pretty boy's dead!" a young woman exclaimed.
It wasn't looking good for the party animal. He was bloody and his shoulder was probably dislocated. He might've been outmatched. A member of Ryuseki's crew, the Ghouls of Fire was kicking the fence, trying to rally his leader back into the fight -- hoping he wouldn't have to throw in a towel.
Boris attempted to mount Ryuseki again, but was met with a couple of desperate upkicks to the jaw, that sent him back a foot. Boris wiped his mouth, unfazed. He leapt back in for a full mount, but this time Ryuseki scrambled around and took his back tried to get his hooks in for a rear naked choke. This isn't how Ryuseki fought at all, he was just in the middle of a dogfight trying to survive. Boris immediately flung him off, as his technique wasn't precise or mastered enough to fully clench the submission.
"Damnit...I can't hold back any longer..." Ryuseki thought as his consciousness was starting to blur.
Boris let out a hearty laugh as he returned to his fighting stance. "Is that all you've got, you local clown?" he stated before letting a kick to the body fly. (By the way...the kick landed.)
The Jasperblood stone in Ryuseki's pocket began to glow and pulsated. Ryuseki grit his teeth as he felt the pain of this shoot through his entire body. After being sent back by the body kick, he responded with a knee to the ribs of his own. Boris felt this one. It was the first time he had to respect Ryuseki's power. Ryuseki spit in Boris' direction and it landed on his shoulder. In reality, it was a set up to knock the brute off of his game. He came rushing at Ryuseki, and like a matador he ran out of the way. "Now's my chance..."
Boris slipped and stopped himself with the fence. But he time he turned around, Ryuseki's gloves were off and a scorching paw, drenched in emerald fire was flying across the designated fighting area, catching Boris flush in the mouth. A few teeth flew. A second hand, coming from the other side came next with a scream, hitting the monster directly in the nose. Blood dripped. "Oh yeah, oh yeah?" Boris asked.
Boris was surprised by the attack but it wasn't gonna be that easy. He dropped to a knee and Ryuseki tried to follow up with a Shining Wizard strike to the temple, but Boris rolled out of the way. Baltimore turned around and was met with a crushingly sharp rolling elbow to the face, one that left a scar, still on his person to this very day. Ryuseki fell to the ground...
"Asap Kelam!" Ryuseki screamed, spitting blood as Boris leapt toward him for a finish. Ribbons of thick silver smoke emitted from his hands, and the entire crowd began to cough. The ring became hazy and it was hard to see. There was a rush of confusion for at least 10-20 seconds. When the smoke began to clear, Ryuseki was kicking off the top of the cage, suing it as leverage to leap into a Cobra Punch to the side of the skull. "Jackpot!" Baltimore thought. He followed up with a flurry of flaming strikes -- cross, jab, jab, uppercut, elbow, left overhand, spinning backfist! Ryuseki immediately fell to his knees and was breathing heavily. Boris stood, seemingly composed, but the combination that had landed was devastating. After a few seconds of smiling and laughing, Boris collapsed to the ground and was completely knocked out.
The crowd was in incensed, it was as if a riot was about to break out. People were screaming and yelling and climbing all over each other. Money from bets was being thrown and exchanged. An underworld boss jumped into the cage with a flag to let it be known that the fight was over. He rushed over to raise Ryuseki's arm...and it was limp. His entire body was limp. He was also knocked out. Winner by attrition. He woke up surrounded by the Ghouls of Fire.
"Damn it, I got knocked out!" he yelled as he came to. His face was a mess and his ribs were definitely broken. His shoulder was out of socket and his head was taped up. The fight wasn't long but it was brutal. His boys threw a sack at his mid section and he responded with a coughing thud.
"Dude you won, you jackass!" his cheeky best friend exclaimed.
"Oh...well would you look at that?" Baltimore responded, before slumping back into the bench he was being tended to on and fading out of consciousness...
Seconds later he woke back up inside of a limousine...
WC: 1311