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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:58 pm
 VS.
 Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen. Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet. Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd. Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 16th. That means when it becomes Jun 17th, fights are over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:23 am
The click clack of her heels echoed down the empty corridors of the stadium. The muffled screams of the crowd erupted outside as they all impatiently waited the arrival of their next victims. It was all exciting and new to her. To witness such carnage and ferocity in the States was unheard of, and her being able to report on all of this for TMZ was truly groundbreaking in journalism... at least where Earth was concerned. Most of her day had, however, had been all about her missing a chance to catch an interview with one of the fighters. As she strutted down the hall something inside her was letting her worry that she wasn't going to get to ask anyone a question before their fights. All the big Gaian networks already had their goes with the contestants, and she hadn't. Americans weren't all welcome here with hugs and kisses especially not reporters like herself.
She took out a manila folder and flipped it open.
"Kenji Hood. Weighs approximately two hundred pounds... works as a clerk at Mr. Cluck's." She said out loud thinking how odd it was for someone in the fast food business to enter such a big fighting event. Just as she was about to read more a deep voice piped up from around the corner.
"I'm actually a manager." He said. "But that's not all I do." He said looking down at the floor and then back up at the small woman. His six foot stature towered over her as if he was this year's big dragon standing over the heroin fairy. He bore a smug grin as he zipped back up his pants. The spiky haired man reached down into his pocket and took out a joint and a lighter. Sticking the make shift cig in between his lips he lit it and inhaled hard. "Good s**t." He said motioning toward the weed. "I'd love to stay and chat, but big bag VANgina Beast awaits my demise. See you in the hospital." He laughed. Sarcasm dripped off the soles of his boots as he left the woman in his dust walking toward the stadium entrance.
No matter how many times he had killed, maimed, destroyed buildings and nearly died on numerous occasions the roar that was inhabiting the stands always got to him a little. It probably got to everyone just a little. Like the gladiators of old it wasn't about winning... it was about entertaining the audience while winning. They were a fickle bunch of ******** too scared to do this themselves but were all willing to shell out some cash to watch others do it. And in the end they were what really decided if a battle was worth a rewatch on YouTube or not. Taking another drag he waltzed out there onto the shiny floor. The place went into a frenzy as the first fighter of the match came out to get sized up by all the fans. The hardcore followers of these tournaments would know him as a back to back failure whose real glory came outside the arena with drug trafficking and wars. No one else would really know him. He had never gotten past one round in ANY tournament he had ever participated in.
Was it time to change that?
One reporter hoped so.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:01 pm
Over the roar of the crowd, only one sound mattered, a single heartbeat. His heartbeat. The Vanguard Beast, the berserker whose powers had to be dulled down to fit in with this weaker crowd. He was going to have to seriously hold back from what he could actually do, so as to keep himself in this game. Too bad. He could have shown them something special, that wayward crowd. As it was, he’d had to declaw himself, remove a vast majority of his powers, and even learn to control a large portion of his anger. What the hell was that about? God, why did he subject himself to these things. Was it the adrenaline rush? The roar of a crowd as he beat another man’s face in? Or could it be the money? Yeah, it was probably the money.
He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of that prize pot. ”Damn, that’s a lot of money. A lot of money, I can’t ******** wait to get it.”
”Indeed, Old Vanny, money is always good.” A second voice responded, though a voice with no physical shape. It was, more or less, the manifestation of insanity in Vanguard. A representation of his inner psychopathic nature. Solitude had made him this way, and release back into the general population had only worsened it. He had more voices and people in his mind, then he really cared to think about, but he lived with what he lived with, and did what he did.
”Yeah. The prize pot is going to be pretty good, I hope we win it, Vanguard.” The all-encompassing we. It was like the voices knew they were all one person, locked into more than one body, only, Vanguard didn’t know it. His eyes saw people surrounding him, a gang, an army. He saw them speak, and move, all while he stood still. It was odd, considering anything they did was him moving, but it was the truth of it, and things couldn’t be more ******** up for him.
He walked through the hallways, toward his fighting area. He heard a couple of voices a few halls over, through the concrete and metal that made the building. He only caught a snippet, with doors opening and letting the sound through for only a moment.
”I’d love to stay and chat, but big bad VANgina Beast awaits my demise.” He heard the sarcasm in the tone, and knew instantly that it was Kenji Hood, his first round opponent. His lips curled into a frown, and he continued on his trip through the hallways, all the while asking himself a single question, and answering himself -- even if he didn’t know it.
”Why would he insult me, and belittle me, I have nothing against him.” Was the question, the answers were far-ranging. A few of the more….sane ones, were:
”It’s because he thinks he can take you, Vanny. He thinks he can whoop your little a**.”
”Maybe he’s just trying to look good for the woman reporter?”
”Maybe he’s just an idiot?”
Vanguard thought that the last one sounded more truthful, but figured the first one was what the man had been thinking. It really wasn’t smart of Kenji. Saying things that he knew would anger someone, especially not when that someone was a berserker. The paragon of a berserker, at that. Anger only fueled his physical strength, and his mental abilities. It didn’t hinder him, as it would most people, it was in truth a helpful thing.
Instantly he shot forward, running at roughly 10 mph toward the Arena itself. After thirty feet, he accelerated to almost twenty miles per hour. He burst through the doors into the fighting area at that speed, and the roar of the crowd was drowned out in his anger. He stopped, hitting the brakes as he came into the door, and then finally halting at about the center, turning toward Kenji, who was awaiting him toward the other end of the Arena. His arms rested at his sides, and he curled his hands into fists. Instantly a bright red aura flared out from his body, extending out over the Arena, and then into the crowd. It stayed there for a moment, causing no harm, for it was inherently benevolent in that regard, before it crashed back in upon his body.
The light, as it hit his body, instantly changed his skin color to a dark red. Three seconds into the fight, and he was already seriously pissed off. This was the representation of his berserk rage, his angry demeanor. He let his eyes cloud over, almost as if he’d lost it all, finally ran completely off his rocker. However, that wasn’t truly the case. He pretended such things, to lure the enemy into his trap. Would this one be the same as those others? Would he take the bait, and fall to his hand? Killing wasn’t allowed, but no one said anything about a bloody beat down.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 7:52 pm
The guy looked... upset.
Had he said something wrong?
This date sure wasn't going the way he hoped.
"Should have bought roses." He muttered to himself as the very ugly man nearly knocked down the doors as he rushed the arena like this was the WWC airing late night on TNT. ******** that. This wasn't the nineties.
The very angry man had stopped suddenly from his rush like the Roadrunner with a cloud of dust pillowing up behind him. It was hard to size up his opponent completely from what he had seen, but the man's cartoony antics and DBZ fist gripping flare only told him to expect a lot of power. Thinking about it like that lead him to just be prepared for a lot of bone crushing fury punches and body slams on the marble that would make Snorlax blush. He could be wrong though. The guy could pull out a wand and stick it up his a** and shot acidic vomit through his eyeballs after muttering abra kadabra. It was all really up in the air... especially when the man started turning... red. Or was it really starting to settle?
"I can do that too if I held my breath long enough." Kenji said as the man got darker. As he spoke he would take hold of his flamberge, a wavy bladed sword, from his back. Moving his feet to be shoulder width apart he brought the sword up in front of him in the simple, and universal middle guard stance. As he did that he pressed forward with his legs (not moving from his position at all) to squeeze the magic stones in his pockets against his thighs activating their mystical properties. Five red and five yellow lights emitted from his jeans as he stood there twenty yards away from the guy who was likely to be steaming from the ears mad now.
"So... you're it? I was expecting the Rancor and got Elmo." He said with a slight laugh. The dude was ******** red and ready to be tickled.
Kenji would start advancing toward his opponent in slow, but steady strides.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:10 pm
Krausse stared at Kenji from the stands sometime before or after his fight with Leonard.
That's the ******** that dropped a house on me once.
Krausse narrowed his ******** him.
And he ate a piece of popcorn.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 11:52 pm
Vanguard’s red-tinged skin seemed to tingle, with as much anticipation as anger. He held his position though, and let the fire in his eyes continue to rage, almost as if it could burn and seer away the flesh from the man he stared directly at. His arms shifted and his musculature tightened. He took several short steps forward, though still not within the range of striking. His hands shifted, and his eyes took a deep glance at his opponent’s hands, which ended up in the retrival of a sword.
And then the man was closing the distance with him, coming forward with a perpetual movement. He would eventually move into range, and Vanguard was prepared for that instance. His body was taut and his muscles were ready to grasp the blade and rend the man to shreds. He watched with the utmost intensity in his eyes, the utmost preparation. His hands clenched into fists, and his power began to rise inside of him. A grim, malicious smile, was on his face.
”Come to me, child. Meet your maker in my eyes.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 6:37 am
"Come to you? All right. Give me a minute or more to build up again." Kenji said.
The distance was closed.
The roar of the crowd died down to whispers as the first round fight was about to begin. Not a commentator or die hard fan spoke a word. No one wanted to miss the possible blood spill as the spiky haired man prepared to be the first one to make the first move. There was about seven or so feet between the two fighters, and that was about to be filled up with Hood's six foot blade + arm length. He stepped forward with his right foot and would slash down simultaneously with the top half of the blade at the top of the Beast's left shoulder.
The fight was finally on the way.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:43 am
Vanguard shifted his body, twisting at the hips and bending back at the waist. The result of that, should it not be obvious, was that his body twisted immediately to his right, and let the blade of Kenji Hood pass through nothing more than air. His body uncurled as the blade bit the ground, and he stood straight once more.
”Is that the best you can do?” He asked with a cynical smile. The attack had been so…telegraphed. The man wasn’t close enough to make it completely unexpected, because the attack, due to its make, had to of originated in the hips, and eyes. Always the eyes, they were the window to the soul. The origination allowed Vanguard to watch the move happen, even before it had truly begun. After all that, setting up a proper evasionary tactic was like eating apple pie, easy and good.
However, Vanguard wasn’t done. This man was now within a considerably close range, which gave Vanguard somewhat of an advantage. He was, after-all, primarily a hand-to-hand, or in this case hand-to-sword fighter. His perception for speed was already shown, and exemplified, so why not give them another? His body accelerated quickly, and then stopped just as quickly. He’d just given what could only be seen as a ‘mad dash’ and to human eyes a seemingly instantaneous movement, that landed him less than a foot away from Kenji Hood.
From here, it was elementary. Vanguard lifted his right hand, and reached it out to grasp at Kenji’s wrist. Should the hand take hold, several things would happen. First, Vanguard would try to grab the other hand too. Then, Vanguard would twist both hands, forcing Kenji to drop his sword. However, even if that didn’t come to fruition, his other plan was more or less the better one. The second he had any kind of hold on the man, his left knee would raise and, with the ferocity only he could deliver, rape(as in metaphorically) Kenji’s innards.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:25 am
Kenji's blade never "bit ground".
Like any trained swordsman he had to get used to missing his opponent completely every once and awhile. As the blade went by his new friend Kenji would keep the sword down at waist level and would simultaneously step back with his right foot bringing in the sword closer to himself.
”Is that the best you can do?” His opponent taunted with tiny, little grin.
Maybe.
After the man had gotten out another cliche phrase out it was time for the Beast to let loose. The Vanguard Monster of Saturday morning cartoon fame rushed at him with a speed that wasn't allowed in school zones, but as he dashed in to grab Kenji's hands he would have something waiting for him; the sword. As the angry sonofabitch ran in Hood would slightly move his body so that he and his blade were exactly facing his opponent and would at the same time would step forward with his right foot once again sending a strong stab at the man's gut who was attempting to come in close to the drug dealer at blinding speeds. Kenji stayed slow and steady wanting to use the man's speed against him by letting his mad dash impale himself onto the flamberge.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:13 pm
Vanguard’s movement began, but so did his opponent’s. The man stepped backward, and shifted his sword as Vanguard took off at a dead sprint. Kenji seemed prepared for the movement Vanguard made, but Vanguard was a little unprepared for the opposite. As soon as Kenji moved his sword into place, however, Vanguard turned his body to spin just a bit. This didn’t stop the blade from hitting him, but it didn’t change the targeted location. Instead of impaling him, it only left a small slash on his side.
The slash wasn’t debilitating, or damaging to his movements, but it was something he’d have to worry about later on. For now though, all he felt was his anger and the intense desire to rip this man limb from ******** limb. With only a minor wound, so minor that most people would attribute it to a scratch from thorns, he continued forward. Now, his battle plan had changed. Where he’d originally intended on grappling with Kenji Hood, he decided on something else.
As soon as he took two added steps forward, his left hand dropped and he grabbed the top of the sword. His thumb and fingers clapping down on the back-end of the blade tightly. This would have two main effects. One; the opponent wouldn’t be able to move his sword quickly. Two; the man wouldn’t be able to move very far, without first releasing his weapon and giving it over to Vanguard’s control, and usage as he saw fit.
However, Vanguard didn’t intend to use the sword. He intended to use his natural weapons. He swung his free-hand around quickly, throwing his weight and momentum into the punch, as he’d already stopped the momentum came from moving his hips, and brought his free-hand into a fist mid-movement. It aimed for the side of Kenji’s throat. A powerful punch, it would disorient the man. It would instantly stop blood-flow to his brain, before it would allow it to come back quickly. The point of that? It would cause auditory hallucinations, and, if played right, blurred vision for several moments.
The only foreseen way for Kenji to not be hit at all, would be to release his weapon and move. There were ways he could minimize the effects, but those would require him taking the hit, and living with whatever consequences came, the weakest of which would be a few moments of pain and some blurred vision, if a strike hit anywhere above the collar.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:45 pm
"First blood! Looks like The Vanguard Beast took a NASTY cut to the gut there, Steve. We may be in for a bloody match." The two amateur commentators said to each looking straight at the match from the ground. They were surrounded by cameramen and reporters all doing their jobs. The two of them were there broadcasting a live feed of the fights to their Earth based website. Joe watched the fight as it intensified.
"Ooooooohhhh The Beast tanked through that stab as if it was mere scratch! Holy s**t, Joe. You're going to owe me a grand in about two minutes. After that angry sonofabitch takes Kenji's sword, it's over for that nobody. My pick of the year is likely going to beat the likes of Deitric and Omi after he's done clobbering this fool." Steve said ecstatically. His voice was nasally and loud. Without even looking at him anyone could tell he was a skinny white guy in a light colored polo. Joe on the other hand was hoping they could get through their first show without having to come off as biased. None of them thought this guy with the sword was going to go anywhere, but he wanted to at least try and be fair.
"Uh oh! Kenji's in a fix now. Bringing in a sword that size was an ama... wait a second." The kid stopped.
Switch!
The swordsman flipped a switch on his sword.
A grin encompassed his sweaty face.
WHOOSH!!!
In a stream of dazzling light and heat fire covered the entire blade from top and bottom when the Vanguard Beast caught a hold of it. The flames were hot enough to sere off his skin to the bone, and his left hand wasn't the only limb in danger of a barbecue. A burst of flames would erupt off the blade immediately like a flamethrower hurling itself over to the close ranged monster's torso and left arm to fry his skin off. But Hood didn't get out of that without a bump.
Bam!
The Beast's right punch collided at it's destination.
Kenji's throat closed up and as if someone pulled a cord inside his brain he felt very "offline". As his eyes fluttered he quickly looked away from the fight for a second and glanced all around. The place was so big and marvelous. Everything had such vibrant color. Gaia was in High Definition. Bringing his attention back to the man in front of him his brow widened up his forehead.
Was he hallucinating?
"Sieg?" He spoke aloud. "Well... I hear my ears don't like you."
Joe and Steve stared off perplexed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:41 pm
It seemed to already have become a recurring theme in the Tournament, setting people on fire that is, first Enrique was rumored to have done it to Edward -- how Vanguard knew this could only be guessed at -- and now Kenji set his hand on fire, but not just on fire. He’d almost burned the entire flesh and bone away from the arm, but Vanguard had some forewarning. Nothing can instantly burst into flame, that’s a physics improbability, not just an impossibility. But, things can burst so quickly that most people wouldn’t notice the forewarning, and therefore it would appear instantaneous. Vanguard noticed a heating to the blade’s metal, just seconds before it burst into flame.
As soon as that heat was felt, he released the blade. Rather than getting a nasty, gruesome removal of his limb, he walked away with a mild second-degree burn. A bit of pain, but nothing that, in his anger, he couldn’t work through. It was then that he saw -- and felt -- his hand make contact. Instantly the body of Kenji was rocked to the side, and almost as instantly the man became disoriented. Those ******** commentators had finally shut up at this, confused by what was happening to Kenji.
Vanguard wasn’t confused though, he’d expected it. The sudden slap of skin on skin contact was refreshing, even reassuring, for Vanguard. He was still the dominant one, despite his cut and burn. As soon as the hand hit, and he began to retract it, he made his second move. While the man was too disoriented to really notice anything around him, Vanguard’s good hand reached around the man’s head, touched the back of his neck, and pulled forward. Again, in the same instant as the jerk, his opposite side’s knee lifted and pushed all his weight behind its movement.
Given the jerking forward of Kenji, and the body-weight behind his uprising knee, Vanguard was sure the man would be in more pain than he’d felt in a long time. A literally gut-wrenching knee would strike mid-point of his stomach. It would instantly fracture at least one rib, and possibly push it into a lung. Not irreparable damage, but definitely fight ending. Given disorientation, and the multitude of other ill effects Kenji was feeling from the punch, Vanguard was pretty sure that, this fight, was over.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 12:39 am
"But I didn't suck his d**k, Dad. I swear." Kenji said.
Like a box of Legos thrown onto the floor his mind frame was a mess of blocky colors. The cheer of the crowd was nothing but the muffled screams of one hundred topless Josies yelling at him to pay child support. But his real concern was deep in his gut where he kept asking himself if he remembered to unplug his hair curler before he left to the supermarket. He wasn't quite sure why his throat was pulsating so much, but an image of a bank teller sending his first paycheck through the suction tubes shot up in his brain like a projection tape from the 1920's. Blood was rushing back up to his OS. A reboot was a-coming.
"Ooohh! Joe, in a fiery blaze it seems Kenji is a bit out of it. The hit has seemed to have knocked him for a loop." Steve said moving the camera on the tripod to get a better picture of the drug dealer's face. If he hadn't known better the guy looked like he was tripping balls. Vanguard had given Kenji a legal hallucinogen and probably a legal high along with it. Teenagers from the States hit those kinds of nerves themselves to get a black out euphoria. Whatever the fighter was seeing... it had to be good.
"This chump is done for." Steve announced. "The Vanguard Beast is going to rip his s**t out with his big, masculine hands through his a** and swear it all over the stadium! In a glorious display of victory. Hahahaha. I love a good beat down, Joe. What do you think?" He said too overly enjoyed with the current happenings.
"That you're gay." Joe said as he moved a bit away from his friend.
"Um... whoa! It looks as if Kenji's fire is alive on its own!" Steve said gulping.
That was right.
Sorta.Last Post A burst of flames would erupt off the blade immediately like a flamethrower hurling itself over to the close ranged monster's torso and left arm to fry his skin off.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:47 am
The fire seemed to consume Vanguard entirely, but for the most part, he felt nothing. His skin was burning, some of it was even seeming to melt, but it didn’t halt his frontal assault. He was in a pure, unadulterated rage, and that was just a plus for the berserker. Vanguard, had he the wish, would have explained it to his opponent as he kicked the living s**t out of him. However, Vanguard didn’t need to, the commentator on his side did that for him. Not just for the opponent, but to explain to the crowd why The Beast wasn’t reacting to the flames around him.
”Well, Joe, it looks like Vanguard’s Berserker Power is coming in handy! For those fight-fans who don’t know what a Berserker is, and what they can do, I’ll explain it the best I can. Berserkers feed and rely on their anger. It protects them, so-to-speak. When a Berserker is confronted by pain, of a non-immediately-life-threatening nature, they don’t even seem to feel it. They just act on pure instinct, and the consequences be damned! This is what makes watching Vanguard face down this pathetic opponent worthwhile!”
Joe seemed in a state of shock at this admission, perhaps he hadn’t bothered to read up on the fighters, or actually pay attention and research their specific types. Kenji obviously hadn’t even seen one like Vanguard before, else he’d not have thought the pain caused by the flames would be sufficient to an instantly suitable degree.
The pain would eventually seep through, but by then it would be too late. Kenji, in the train of thought that made him assume he’d be completely protected by his fire-wall, hadn’t even tried to evade Vanguard’s grab, nor his knee. Both landed flush with their intended targets, and Kenji was writhing in pain. The impact of the knee was brutal, the commentators thought so too.
”Well, Joe, whaddya’ think of that?” Steve asked. ”From the looks of it, Kenji’s fight has just ended. I think that crack we heard was the sound of a broken rib. Whaddya’ think, Joe?”
”I still think you’re gay.” Was the sarcastic, almost rude remark. Steve didn’t even pay attention to it, he just continued on commenting on Vanguard’s capacity for pain tolerance. Though, those sounds were dull murmurs in the back of Vanguard’s mind, as he pulled the man down harder on his knee. Indeed, moments ago the tell-tale sna-crack! of a broken rib was heard, and already Kenji was feeling the pain of that. Vanguard, not being a doctor, didn’t know if he’d punctured a lung or not, but Kenji was definitely in pain.
It was then, while he still could, and his opponent was still stunned from both the recent blows, that he quickly side-stepped, removing himself from the flames and then beating them out. True, they had managed to encompass his entire left arm, and most of his chest, but the damage was -- mostly -- cosmetic. A few nerve endings, and a lot of tissue in his left arm was destroyed, but his chest was relatively intact, in comparison to what it could have been. Third degree burns markd his left arm, but his chest had a couple first degrees, and a single second degree marking to worry about.
Other than that, Vanguard was fine, and his attention was still on Kenji Hood. If the man managed to continue the fight, it would be a hard-fought battle for him. He’d be fighting through more pain than he would even begin to want to tolerate, and, of course, the possibility of a punctured lung.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:23 pm
System reboot.
Airing right now in Kenji's head; He was sitting there in a grassy meadow. Having just sat down with the basket of fish and bread he gave himself a pat on the back and smiled over to his honey. She was a petite little thang no taller than five feet. Her dark hair covered up her exposed nipples and a fist protruded from her crotch.
"I love these days, Josie. When the air is crisp, and the sun is shining. I thank the good Lord every Sunday." He said said with a cheerful sigh. "I love you, gal! Want to try my fish?" He asked taking out a freshly caught trout. It was still alive and wiggled in his hand getting his face all wet. The woman nodded with a seductive glance as she licked her lips. "Oh good. Here you go!" He said handing it down to her third hand down between her legs. An arm came out of her pleasure gap and retrieved the sea creature.
The woman bit into the live animal.
"How do you like it?" He said adjusting his tie. "I only hope for the best for my gal."
"I think it's really cute, Kenji," She said. "But I think it's time for you to -
SNAP!!
... out of it."
The knee cracked a rib sending him back.
As if he was coming up for breath he literally whooshed back to reality. The stands were full of extremely loud, blood thirsty fans howling at the stupidity occurring in the ring. His eyes fluttered rapidly as he quickly got a hold of himself from his hellish daydreams.
He was in a tournament. Check.
He had a sword. Check.
He was hungry for fish. Check.
Hood balanced himself and locked onto his opponent. While he visited the twisted side of his mind he left locked for special occasions he apparently had scolded the Vanguard Beast with his sword. That was a good thing, but the guy was still able to function. Not so good. To assess the damage... Van wasn't going to get any dates, and Kenji was going to have to rewatch this match to see what he did when he was "out". That was probably more embarrassing than getting a fractured rib from a knee strike. Using such a heavy, long sword wasn't as easy when he could feel the break in his bone every time he wielded it. Also it was starting to get really hot from the flames, so when Beast was done brushing off all the flames... Kenji tossed the sword outside of the ring.
Kenji then pointed right at his opponent. "Pumpkin eater!"
With that he would get into his boxing stance by hoping to the balls of his feet and raising his fists to his face. He would go right up to the Beast and would step forward with his left foot and simultaneously throw a left punch at the man's face.
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